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Garrus sat down on the couch and picked some food out of the blue bag that Frank had left on the table while he tried to convince his penis to calm down. He wasn't very successful. With a frustrated groan he laid his head back against the headroll as he noticed that his omni-tool indicated a message. It was a short note from Frank, asking 'Everything alright?'. He initiated a call back to him and his friend answered right away.
"How's it going, birdy?" Frank looked at him from the translucent screen with a sheepish grin. "You noticed the food?" Garrus nodded at that. Frank ruffled his own hair, "Yeah, I just ran in and I was halfway in the room when I saw you guys by the window and she was crying and... I thought I really didn't need to be in this room."
"Thanks, Frank," Garrus said. "I don't know if I helped her but she is sleeping now."
"Did she talk about what happened on Elysium?"
Garrus recalled the horrifying story of the batarian and he shuddered at the memory. "Yes, she told me some things."
"Then you did help her." Frank said with conviction. "Talking about shit helps, swallowing and keeping it all inside is bad." The, by now, familiar shadow of his own pain passed over his face as he looked at Garrus. "Okay, I'll let you get back to your woman."
"I gave her some space for now. I'll be here when she wakes up." He said to Frank and he didn't miss the slight trace of confusion or worry going over his face. But Frank didn't say anything and he decided to ask him about it later.
Garrus had another thing on his mind, "Can you cover for me at C-Sec? I'd like to have one or two days just for me and Shepard if possible."
"Sure, but then you have to finally write the report about the lady who thought the martial arts tournament was porn." Frank grinned wide.
Garrus nodded, "Alright, it's a deal monkeyman, thanks. I'll talk to you later." He ended the call with a nod towards Frank.
After taking another bite from the fake kalkenda sandwich, he contemplated his future actions. He would not go back into the room where Shepard was sleeping. Not only because he could hardly control himself and his desires around her, but also he didn't want to crowd her, he had to give her space, especially while she slept. No one liked an encroaching turian.
In the end his body decided for him, his plates loosened and his erection still throbbing, he put his visor on the table and went to take a shower. After the first gush of water he turned it down to a slow warm trickle that gently dripped down the plates on his back. It almost felt like someone was touching him softly between his plates, caressing the skin, and it was very easy to imagine Shepard's fingers doing it. He took his length in his hand and put his other arm against the wall to lean his forehead against it. The pressure on his forehead plates was very pleasurable and even though he was alone he felt himself releasing some scent through the glands there. Slowly he stroked himself, thinking about the woman in the room next to this one. His fingers moved slowly over his penis and he started to increase the pressure as he thought about her and how she had kissed him. The memory made him moan. He imagined her fingers working on his penis and he rubbed himself faster.
Suddenly those very hands that he had been thinking about appeared in his vision and joined his in a solid grip around his hard penis. He froze. Shepard was behind him in the shower, naked skin pressed against his back. Her arms encircled his waist and that touch alone on his sensitive waist almost made him whimper. The thumb on one of her hands was rubbing a soft circle on his tip and he shuddered involuntarily. He didn't dare to move at all.
"Shepard, what are you doing?" He asked her with an embarrassingly hoarse voice.
He felt her lips move against the plates on his back. "I woke up and you weren't there. I went looking for you and when I found you here... I was watching you... you're so sexy... I thought I could help you with that..." She was still rubbing little circles, going over the slit on his tip once in awhile. Every time she did that, a shudder went through him.
"You were watching me? Weren't you... I mean, you liked seeing that?" Garrus had a hard time forming full sentences but he needed an answer. He considered masturbation a private act that no one would like to watch.
He heard her chuckle, "Really? Turians too? I thought that was a human thing. Every guy loves watching a woman pleasure herself but if a woman wants to watch a man do the same, they think it's disgusting." Garrus's imagination provided him with excellent pictures of Shepard pleasuring herself. He moaned.
He felt her kissing his backplates and licking between them. The feeling was intense and he almost came just from that. His shudder made her giggle. "Maybe I can learn something, what you like, how fast, how strong..." One hand still busy with those maddening circles she put the other hand on top of his that was still frozen around his length. "Lead the way, show me what you like." She whispered and he had to smile.
"It won't take long, that I can promise," he mumbled and slowly began stroking again. Her hand followed his and the oh so nimble fingers of her other hand found some knot on the underside of his penis to rub that made him weak in his kees. After a short time he faltered in his movements and she completely took over. He pressed both his hands against the wall next to his forehead. Garrus began feeling that familiar pressure building up in his abdomen and he knew it wouldn't take long now. Her hands had him in a firm grip and she followed every order of "harder - faster" he made. With a loud groan he came, a wave of tension running through him and his seed splashed against the wall.
There was definitely not enough air in the shower stall, he was practically wheezing. Her soft skin left his backside and he wanted to tell her to come back but he knew that wouldn't be right. He pushed himself off the wall but suddenly she was back at his side, leaning against him and began washing him with a washcloth. She turned the trickling water on stronger and after having cleaned his abdomen, moved in front of him and used another cloth to wash his upper body. Garrus stared down at her, not daring to move. Not since he had been a little child had anybody washed him, and it felt so incredibly intimate, so loving. He was not used to this closeness, this intimacy after anything like this Spirits in greatness handjob.
Shepard slowly moved the washcloth over his cowl and then raised her face to him, smiling at him. His heart, yes, his heart, wanted to jump out of his chest. He didn't dare to touch her, afraid she would shatter like a mirage. She looked at him and he could see the confusion in her face.
"What's the matter Garrus?"
He didn't quite know, but he felt that there was some kind of cultural difference at work here. "I... thank you, Shepard."
"It was my pleasure, big guy." She said with a smile. "Why are you so nervous now?"
"You are so close..."
"Turians are not much for cuddling, I guess?" She asked with confusion but she wasn't hurt, just curious.
Something clicked. Maybe she didn't feel like he was pressuring her, maybe she liked it if he kept holding her longer. Longer than he would hold a turian woman. Humans loved touching, he had read that but he had never connected it to this situation. He had left her alone in that room because he had just assumed that was the right thing to do. He loved holding her and maybe that was good, maybe she liked it if he stayed close to her.
"Shepard, I have to ask... is it okay if I hold you?"
She threw her head back in laughter, "Of course it's okay, why wouldn't I like that?"
Garrus sighed in relief, "In my culture it is considered very impolite to crowd someone. To enforce contact..."
"You're not enforcing anything if you touch me. At least not as long as I don't tell you to stop." She said seriously.
Garrus nodded, "Yes, telling, talking, that's we need to do, I guess. Not like I have anything else on my mind right now." He waved vaguely in the direction of his genital plates, "Why did you do this? You didn't have to, you didn't owe me..."
The water was still running down over them, he noticed that the skin on her fingertips formed little wrinkles.
Shepard took his hands in hers and looked seriously into his eyes. "Because I wanted to. Trust me, I will never do anything that I don't want to do. I didn't feel like I owed you but I wanted to make you feel good."
She let go of his hands and wrapped her arms around his neck, her hands stroking under his fringe. "I'm sure when I'm ready for it, you will make me feel good as well."
He chuckled, "Sure, I have a reputation to uphold here!" Her hand stroking him made him shiver.
She pulled his head down and kissed him. He eagerly opened his mouth to her tongue, craving this special touch that felt so intimate, so very much their own. He whispered into her mouth, "I promise, I promise to always take care of you." He froze for a second, that had sounded very much like a mating promise. The voice of his father was screaming in the back of his mind. He shut it up by pressing his forehead against hers.
He didn't know if she knew what that meant.
The light on the Presidium had changed into a warm glow, simulating a late afternoon as they sat down at table from one of the outdoor cafès. They both had ordered some kind of fruity drink and Shepard's had come with a whole assortment of fruits and straws and a little paper umbrella. Garrus had never seen such a gaudy decorated drink in his life. Shepard was happily picking the fruit pieces off the rim of the glass and she had a dreamy look on her face whenever she chewed one.
"That's the one thing I really miss, living on spacestations and spaceships - real fruit. Nothing can compare to real melon or oranges." She hummed contentedly, her eyes closed and she licked the juices from the last piece off her fingers. Garrus was slightly embarrassed by that. To him this looked very erotic and should not be done in public. He noticed the turian server staring at her and he knew he wasn't the only one thinking that way.
She opened her eyes and noticed him and the server staring at her. "What?" She asked.
"That looked... like something you shouldn't be doing in public." Garrus said with an embarrassed trill.
She looked from one turian to the other and suddenly shut her mouth with a snap. As she wiped her mouth with a napkin she leaned over to Garrus. "This licking, with my tongue? You mean I shouldn't be doing that?"
Garrus felt uncomfortable talking about these things but he realized that there were probably thousands of these that meant something in one culture. They had to talk about it if they wanted to understand each other. "Tongues and licking are very erotic for turians. It's our kissing, I guess? Personally I would want you to do this all the time but I'd rather be alone with you then."
"Oh." Her skin was now noticeably pinker than before. "Well, I guess then we leave popsicles and lollipops for a more private setting." She winked at him.
"Popsicles and lollipops?" Garrus started an Extranet search for that and it returned that it was some kind of candy.
Shepard grinned at him, "You'll see, Garrus, oh you'll see!" She grinned even more. Garrus wasn't sure if he should be excited or scared.
She took another sip from her drink through a straw and he saw her face turn serious again. "I wanted to ask you about this thing with turians and closeness again." She said, her voice low enough that only he would hear it.
After that enjoyable shower they had not talked about this subject again and Garrus was a bit nervous that she brought it up again.
She continued. "As I understood it, turians aren't much for cuddling and you prefer to give each other space. So, you don't touch each other unless for sex?"
Garrus cringed at that, Shepard certainly didn't dance around if a straight question could do the job. He stretched his throat and a small trill left him. "Traditionally, yes, turians don't touch each other a lot, and not in public. There are certain gestures of affection, like pressing the foreheads against each other or holding the lower arms of the other. Things like caring for the others talons and markings are also very personal."
Shepard nodded, "Yeah, I can see that with the markings. But what about married couples? Are you telling me that even married..." "Bonded." "...bonded couples then, that they don't touch each other often? Don't tell me they don't even sleep in the same bed."
Garrus trilled in surprise, "No, most of them prefer their own bed, some even their own room."
Her eyes got so big that her whole forehead scrunched up to let her eyebrows rise up. "Not even in the same room? Wow. Hell, I'm not even much of a cuddler and prefer to have my own blanket but I love sharing my bed, knowing that someone is there." She stared at him and he recognized something like fear on her features. "So... does that mean you don't like it? I mean cuddling, holding each other? I don't want to make you do something that you feel uncomfortable about..."
"Yeah, because lying in bed with you has turned out to be so uncomfortable for me...!" Garrus grinned at her. "Don't worry, I like it, I just have to get used to the fact that it is nothing weird. I have never been a very good turian and I can't think of anything I'd rather do right now than to hold you in my arms."
She smiled with relief and carefully placed her hand on top of his on the table, her thumb stroking the skin between his fingers. He looked around, showing their affection in public like that was not a good idea. But their hands were hidden behind a small vase with artificial flowers and nobody was looking over to them. He hummed a little relief and relaxed.
Shepard now looked at him curiously. "So, your parents, did they share a bed? Or did they have separate bedrooms?"
He looked down on their hands, recalling the house on Palaven he grew up in. "My parents had separate beds but they shared a room. But my father had a spare bed in his home-office, the study, and he always worked long. Most nights he just slept there so they sort of had separate rooms. It wasn't unusual, I know most of my friend's parents each had their own room."
"It doesn't sound very loving." Shepard said and her face showed sadness.
"Bonding out of love is an asari concept, at least for traditional turians. Turians have praecipit collocatio, arranged by their clan. The bond has to be beneficial for the clan, the affectus between the bondmates hopefully grows afterwards." It sounded so strange to explain this to her. He had never really thought that this would concern him one day. "At least that's how it used to be, I'm sure there has always been love, maybe even bonding out of love. Young turians are different today, there's a line of books that's very popular and there was even a movie made about bondmates in love."
Shepard looked at him strangely and then suddenly guilt flashed on her face. "Oh no, I didn't realize how awkward the kiss between Sapita and Jinala must have been for them. They hardly touched each other and I was just imposing my understanding of intimacy on them... I'm such an insensitive idiot..."
Garrus couldn't help but laugh. "Relax Shepard, I'm sure they wouldn't have done it if they hadn't been into touching each other. It's different with turians who bond with asari, as asari are much more sensual. As I said, love is an asari concept for turians and they do things differently."
She cocked her head to the side, "So you think Sapita and Jinala share a bed?"
"I would assume so. We had one uncle in my extended clan who had bonded with an asari and she was touching him a lot all the time, they held hands, she stroked his mandible. I remember being fascinated by that as a child, not only this strange blue creature but also how she would always touch him." He smiled at the memory of himself back then.
"So your family accepted an asari in the family?"
"For a while, I mean they had too, they were bondmates and when he got invited she was welcomed too of course. But after he died they didn't ask her to any family events again and I think my father even disinvited her once when she arrived unannounced." There was a vague memory of his father yelling and seeing the blue woman walk off.
Shepard snorted, "That's kind of a dick move! First they act all friendly and welcome her and as soon as he dies they kick her out of the family? She loses her bondmate and they can't even be nice to her?" She looked really angry and Garrus thought how wonderful it was that she got worked up over this person's fate whom she didn't even know.
He smiled at her. "I agree. But I was just a child, I didn't know better. I hardly knew this uncle, my parents never let me talk to him and definitely not to her."
She suddenly looked very seriously at him, her eyes piercing his Spirit. "So when I heard you talk to you father, he wanted you to give up on me and find a turian woman?"
"One that he would choose, yes."
"And you told him that you wouldn't." It wasn't a question.
"Yes, I told him that I wouldn't give you up."
Her face turned deep red and with sudden fear he saw tears glitter in her eyes. "That's the most romantic... god, I never... it's like I'm living in an asari romance vid." She took his hand in both of her hands. "Thank you, Garrus. I wish I could kiss you right now."
He stared at her, "Are you crying?"
"Not like that, emotions, you know, sometimes even good ones can be so overwhelming..." She quickly wiped at her eyes with one hand. "I'm sorry I misunderstood that, back when you were talking to your father."
"It's okay now, but I'm glad that Nihlus could get that message to you, he practically seduced a human man for that." Garrus said with a relieved trill.
Shepard laughed out loud. "Really? I have to ask him how that went, he..." Her face suddenly turned ashen white and she was trembling. She stared at some spot behind his back and when Garrus turned around he saw a batarian in blue armor. When he turned back she had gotten control of her features again, her face a friendly mask but he saw her hands shaking.
He took them both in his own hands and hummed at her in a soothing tone. She gave him a weak smile. "Looks like it isn't as easy as I thought." She mumbled, "I thought I was over it but a batarian... still scares me."
"It's okay, Shepard, it's understandable." He kept on humming with his subvocals. "Why don't we go somewhere else? You remember the salarian armor salesman that had lent me that armor when we went after the child-slaver? After I had made the endorsement, he was so happy about it, he kept sending me invitations to try on new armor sets. Why don't we check out what he has?" It sounded stupid but he couldn't think of anything else.
Shepard sighed and then smiled at him again. "Well, you sure know how to show a girl a good time." They got up and he reluctantly let her hands fall from his. She smiled up to him, "Could we, maybe, just take a walk somewhere? Do you know a garden or a park on the Citadel?"
He nodded, "Yes, I know a place. Let's go." He walked close to her, as close as he could without touching her. They walked around the Presidium towards the elevators that led up to the Citadel tower, but he led her past those doors to another door behind the elevators. This door opened to a hallway with another set of doors on the other end. When they approached, the doors opened for them and revealed a garden.
The garden was cast in a reddish light and was populated with flowers from Palaven and other turian colonies. The climate was warm and dry, and a light wind was blowing. He had forgotten how much he missed the hot Palaven winds. The wind, the scents and the heat reminded him painfully of home. Home and a family that wouldn't welcome him anymore.
Garrus looked at Shepard and was happy to see the wonderment on her face. With wide eyes she took everything in, the high ceiling, the dextro-flowers. She opened her jacket, it was apparently very warm for her. She turned around and smiled at him, her brilliant smile that made his gizzard clench in happiness.
"What is this place, Garrus?" She asked, whispering.
"This is a Spirit garden. We don't have temples anymore but we believe that the Spirits need a place to go to when they want to leave. So we have beautiful gardens where they can settle." Garrus trilled slightly embarrassed, he had never given much thought to turian religion.
"Why would a Spirit want to leave?" Shepard asked, kneeling down to look closely at a yellow flower.
"A Spirit goes beyond a single person. A group, like a family or a military unit can form a Spirit between them, influencing them. Other life can have Spirits too, like trees or flowers. If a group falls apart, it is thought that the Spirit has decided to leave. That Spirit would be lost and we have these gardens to give them a home." He called on everything his mother had told him when he was a child to explain this. It had been years since he had thought about this.
She looked up to him. "Do you believe in the Spirits?"
"I'm not sure. It sounds kind of silly." He stretched his throat in embarrassment. "But if I look at us, I feel like there is something connecting us. That could be a Spirit." He couldn't suppress a nervous trill, hopefully she didn't think of him as crazy now.
"I like that, that's a beautiful way to think of it." She stood up again, took a look around and then stood up on her toes to kiss him on his mandible. "Thank you for showing me this. Can we walk around?"
"Yes, sure." He made a scan for life-signs, they were alone, so he took her hand in his. He had seen human couples do this, walking hand in hand. She smiled up to him and her thumb was stroking the skin on his hand. They walked slowly on a path that circled around the room. He tried to recall the names of the flowers and scanned the ones he couldn't remember until Shepard made him shut down his omni-tool. They came up to a big tree, Garrus wondered how old it could be and how they had gotten it on the Citadel.
Suddenly she grabbed his cowl and pushed him against the tree trunk, her hands stroking over his tunic. He lowered his head towards her and her mouth claimed his in a hungry kiss. He forgot how to breathe. As their tongues touched again, poking, stroking, his longer tongue wrapping around hers, they both moaned. They broke apart, panting.
She looked up to him, lust in her eyes. "If this is a holy place, making out might get frowned upon, don't you think? Or would it be the ultimate worship?" She grinned widely.
"If it were, it probably wouldn't include a human." He tried to make it sound like a lighthearted joke but the second the words had left his mouth he saw her expression fall. He wanted to kick himself. Her hands left him and she turned her face away from him but he knew what he would see on her face if he could.
She started walking, "I probably shouldn't even be here," she said and briskly walked back towards the door. He caught up with her with quick strides and pulled her back into his arms. She pressed her forehead against his cowl and sighed. "I'm sorry, I guess I'm a bit more emotional than usual right now. Don't worry, it will pass." She smiled up to him. "I'm very glad that you took me here, this is a beautiful place and I needed some beauty in my life right now."
They took the path back to the door, more slowly now, hand in hand. Occasionally she dropped down on one knee to look at a particular flower, to sniff at it. Garrus had heard the jokes how very bad humans sense of smell was supposed to be. ('Can't even smell another stinking human if it's standing directly behind him.') But seeing her taking in the scents of the flowers he knew that they were wrong. Maybe humans only smelled good things, beautiful things, like the red rose she had given him.
They left the garden with it's artificial red Palaven light and walked back out into the Presidium. The light here looked cold and harsh compared to the room they had just come from. As they had stepped through the second set of doors they had dropped each others hand and walked as casually side by side as they could.
The Presidium was very busy and occasionally humans walked up to Shepard and talked to her. She was now the hero of the Skyllian Blitz, people recognized her. She smiled, shook hands and posed for pictures with children, and Garrus wondered how she had learned so fast to deal with her new fame. He noticed after the fifth time that her face looked strained though. He decided that she needed a break.
Garrus stepped up beside her and said in his best official voice, "Commander, may I remind you that we need to hurry?"
She looked at him, surprised, and then quickly put up a serious face. "Thank you, Officer." Shepard turned to her fans. "I'm sorry, I have to go. Have a nice day, everybody."
They walked away with determined strides, like they were truly on their way to some official meeting. When they were out of earshot she mumbled towards him, "Thank you."
Garrus trilled his response of, "Anytime". When they were under an overwalk, momentarily protected from onlookers, he brushed his hand over her arm. "I thought you were dealing with all that remarkably well. But you looked tired now, I would like it if you would rest."
Nervousness krept up in him, he didn't want her to feel like he would order her around. "Not that you can't decide for yourself, but I thought after everything that has happened lately you could, maybe, use a break. Occasionally. Only if you want to of course. I don't want to impose..."
"Geez, Garrus, relax! You're not imposing, you are being sensible." She said with a smile, "And it looks like you know me better than I know myself. I didn't even realize how tired I am." She sighed and shortly leaned against him. "Can we buy some food and go back to your place? Hanging out on your couch and eating sounds like the best thing ever right now."
"Beaten by the couch for comfort, that's a blow to my ego." He joked and was glad to hear her laugh about it. You know that you have found the right person if she laughs at your bad jokes.
If he thought about it really hard he might have come up with a scenario that was better than this but he couldn't think of one. Sitting on his couch, Shepard snuggled in his arm, picking at weird looking food and watching a vid - he couldn't think of anything he would rather do. At least not while wearing clothes but that could wait, he thought.
They were watching a comedy show, one that made fun of all the stereotypes. They had insanely smart salarians, overly sexual asari, squishy humans who climbed trees and stiff turians who couldn't do anything without orders. A hanar, who couldn't control his floating was bumping along the ceiling, singing a song with the refrain "This one has his tentacles in a twist, a twist, a twist!" The human was climbing over furniture, jumping to catch the hanar while the asari rubbed against the turian, trying to convince him to grab one of the tentacles. The turian stood to attention and kept asking if these were the official orders of the Hierarchy.
Shepard was laughing so hard, she fell off the couch.
Garrus was relieved to hear her laughing, he loved it. He picked her up under her arms and pulled her back up. She ended up in his lap, leaning against his chest, still giggling. He nuzzled her neck because it was right there in front of him and she smelled so good. With a sigh she leaned back and turned her head to the side giving him free access to her neck. He groaned deep in his throat. Does she even know what this means to me?
He licked along the elegant curve where her shoulder met her neck and scratched lightly with his teeth. He realized that the neck was more of a turian erotic zone but she seemed to enjoy it very much. Her breath hitched whenever his tongue licked behind the lobe of her ear or when his teeth scratched along her collarbone. He wanted more of her, so much more.
With a sigh he pressed his head against the back of hers, wrapping his arms around her. "You are amazing, Shepard, and I think you know how much I want you. But I don't want to pressure you to do anything you aren't ready for yet."
She leaned back against him, turning her head towards him. Her soft lips were brushing along his mandible, her strange nose bumped against the plates on his face. She twisted around so that she was sitting sideways on his lap. She looked him in the eyes, her one hand softly stroking the side of his face. "You are the most wonderful person I have ever met." She cast her eyes down, following her other hand as it stroked down his arm. "I don't even know how to say this but... no one has ever been so..." She leaned her head on his cowl, her forehead touching the skin on his throat. He felt her breath on his skin, drawing in with a hitch and when he moved his hand to her cheek he felt the wetness of silent tears.
He still didn't quite know what to do with tears but he just held her, stroking her cheek.
Garrus woke up two hours later, Shepard still huddled against him. She was breathing evenly, apparently in a deep sleep. He wondered if he could get up and carry her to his bed without waking her. He carefully let her head slide down into the crook of his elbow and picked up her legs with his other arm. She grunted a bit but kept on sleeping. Garrus got up slowly, surprised how light she was, and carefully walked over to his bedroom.
He laid her down on his bed and then contemplated whether he should undress her. She had already taken off her shoes and her jacket when they had sat down on the couch. Personally, he never liked to wear pants if not necessary, maybe it was the same for humans too? On the other hand he knew that humans were always careful to cover up their genitals, even if they didn't wear anything else on their bodies.
Finally he decided to just take them off, as she had done the last time she had slept in his bed. He carefully opened the top button and slid the pants down, desperately avoiding to look too hard at the black underwear she was wearing. Then he covered her up with a blanket and smiled when she curled herself up in it, using all of it. She wasn't kidding when she had said that she preferred to have her own blanket. He needed to find one for himself if he wanted a cover.
It was late enough to go to bed so he decided to get ready and join Shepard. He shrugged out of his clothes, put the visor on a shelf, cleaned himself and put on the sleeveless white tunic he always wore to bed. On his way to the bedroom he grabbed a spare blanket from his closet and turned off the lights. As soon as his eyes had adjusted to the darkness he carefully crawled into the bed next to this human female he had come to love being close to. He put his arm over her waist, his hand on her stomach above the thin blanket. His other arm had to go up to her head, tickling her hair on the underside.
Suddenly she moved and turned around. He saw her eyes glitter in the darkness. "There you are. I thought you had disappeared again."
He pressed his forehead against hers, "How will you ever sleep without me from now on?"
He heard her laughing quietly, "Yeah, it's going to be a problem. I will have to smuggle you in a bag wherever I go from now on." She moved forward to kiss him but suddenly stopped. "Uhm, dead beaver tongue, I should really brush my teeth."
Garrus stared at her, "A dead animal tongue? What are you talking about?"
Shepard giggled, "I'm sorry, I just meant that I have a bad taste in my mouth. That happens after a long day and we humans clean our teeth with a brush and cleaning paste before we go to bed at night. The toothpaste also cleans our whole mouth when we rinse it out with water. Do turians brush their teeth?"
"Not with a brush, we use a cleaner-nozzle, a high-pressure spray with a cleaning solution. Maybe you can use that just with water?"
She raised herself up, "That would be great, Garrus, I promise much nicer kisses afterwards." She crawled over him to get out of the bed and Garrus took hold of her waist for a second.
"I can hardly wait." He said and squeezed her waist. That didn't have the desired effect because Shepard squeaked and fell down on him, convulsing and screaming, "That tickles!" in between laughter. He was frozen in shock for a second but then he realized that she didn't look hurt and he tried that squeeze again. She almost knocked down the glass on his bedside table with her flailing arms, laughing and screaming at the same time. He grinned and filed that away for later use.
Shepard was catching her breath, still laughing, "It looks like you found my secret weakness. Are turians ticklish?" She felt in the darkness for the light switch, reminding Garrus again that humans couldn't see in the dark.
When the light had turned on he helped her out of the bed and followed her to the bathroom. "Not that I know of it. But you are welcome to try and find out. Although I have to tell you that squeezing a turians waist may lead to a very different reaction."
She looked at him with a mischievous smile. "Oh, interesting, I... holy shit, Garrus are you wearing a dress?" She stared at his tunic and he saw that she was barely holding back her laughter.
"That is a sleep-tunic! Pretty standard as turian night clothes go." He trilled annoyed, he didn't want her to laugh at him.
She snickered quietly, "I'm sorry Garrus, prejudiced human here, I'm working on it. Please don't be mad, I didn't mean to ridicule you." She brushed her hands over the fabric. "It feels nice." She looked up and winked at him. "And if you are wearing a dress then I'll have to undress you!"
He spread his mandibles in a smile and she smiled back with a relieved sigh. Her hands moved to his head and her fingers began playing under his fringe. That familiar want build up in him again and his plates began to shift from her touch alone. He broke the contact with a quiet keen and showed her the cleaning nozzle. After he had filled the container with water she began spraying her teeth. It looked like she enjoyed it, and unlike he had feared she hardly made a mess with it. He was fascinated in how many ways she could move her jaw and how she could close her mouth up and fill it with water until her cheeks puffed out.
After that load of water had exploded from her mouth she dried her face and then turned back to him, a smile on her face. She had opened the buttons on her dark shirt and he took her in. Her smile, her pale skin, the dark underwear visible in the gap that her blue shirt made in the front.
After a few long minutes of just staring at each other she suddenly moved and was on him in one fluid motion. In only a few seconds she had pulled his tunic off and her own shirt had fallen to the ground next to it. Then she put her arms around his neck and with a short warning she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing it with her thighs. It felt so good, he almost lost his balance. She kissed him hungrily, her mouth soft against his plates, her tongue demanding entry. A moan rumbled up in him from his gizzard. He couldn't help himself, he grabbed her shoulders hard as their tongues connected.
Then he moved one hand under her to hold her and ran towards the bed with her, but when she licked his neck and put her teeth firmly on his skin there, he stumbled. He held her against the wall, a deep rumble leaving his chest and he pressed her closer to himself.
Her many fingers were under his fringe again and the other hand was travelling up and down his back. His own hands tried to map her body as well, his one hand under her butt, the other stroking every piece of skin he could find. Suddenly she bent her arms behind her back in a way that made him cringe and then the upper part of her underwear fell down, leaving her breasts free for him to caress. His hands were busy but he used his tongue to lick between them and around the dark bud in the center of each one. He loved hearing her moan because of that.
Shepard's hips were moving in a dance that made him feel even more aroused, his penis hard between them and he was sure that they were approaching a point of no return. "Shepard," he whispered with a loving trill, "do you really want this?"
With a sigh she pressed her lips against his mandible and whispered "Yes! I want you Garrus and I'm not afraid. Let me show you." She jumped down and wiggled out of her panties. She trailed kisses on his stomach, her hands touching his waist and suddenly her hand was on him, stroking his length. Her fingers pumped and rubbed him, and he felt his whole self reduced to this pleasure, this need to be with her. He knees were shaking and she led him down on the floor.
For a second he thought that they could have walked over to the bed but then all thought left his head and he leaned against the wall as Shepard climbed on top of him. She lowered herself down on him, slowly taking his hard length inside of her. He moved his hips against hers but she stopped him with a hand on his chest.
"Let me lead." She whispered and slowly moved her hips, gliding him inside of her. He kept still, trembling and growling in holding on to his control. Finally she had him completely sheathed and began rolling her hips and he rumbled a sexual tone for her. She reacted by moving faster and whispered, "Yes, purr for me! You're vibrating and you're voice is so sexy and... oooh... you feel so good..." Her hips were moving faster and Garrus pressed his teeth against her clavicle, feeling her pulse with his tongue.
He saw her hand move to her clitoris and he decided to help her. With the knuckle of his finger he rubbed in slow circles around her nub and occasionally brushed over it with a fingertip. She was drawing in a breath with a short scream whenever he did that and she began to move faster with her hips. He felt her inner walls contract and he rubbed her clitoris faster. Her head fell backwards, her breath came in short bursts and he heard her say "I can't lead anymore, I... oh gods..."
She bent completely backwards and Garrus feared for a second that she would break in half, surely no one could put their shoulders on the floor with her back arched away and her hip still connected to a very aroused turian. But he realized that her scream came from pleasure as her vagina contracted around his penis, making him shudder.
"Spirits, Shepard, you feel so good." He groaned as another shudder went through her.
"Jane." She said, her voice hoarse and her breath coming in gasps.
"What?" He leaned forward to look at her face but he didn't get far before his hips stopped him from bending further.
"My name is Jane, call me Jane." She raised herself on her elbows, moving her hips, rubbing against him.
"Jane..." He tried the name, still unfamiliar. "Jane... I love feeling you, Jane."
I love you, Jane.
"And I love feeling you, Garrus. Now take me..." She smiled and moved away from him to free his legs and he scrambled to get them behind without breaking his spurs and to raise himself on his knees above her. She was leaning backwards on her elbows, her legs spread invitingly.
"What do you mean, Jane?" He asked with his mandibles wide.
She locked her hands behind his neck and pulled herself up and whispered in his ear. "Fuck me, Garrus. Take me!" She aligned her opening to his achingly hard penis and with a groan he lowered himself back into her. He had to take a harsh breath and still for a second because the sensations were just too overwhelming. Her hands under his fringe, her muscles grabbing him and somehow her toes were holding on to his legspurs. The way she arched her back and bit her lip and then looked back at him with that wonderful smile... nothing had ever been this good.
He moved slowly at first but after a few thrusts he couldn't stop himself anymore, driving into her faster and harder, looking at her face for any sign of pain. But she moved with him, scratching his backplates, licking and biting his cowl, and he went faster and deeper and she raised her legs and pressed her thighs against his waist and her fingernails were digging into his shoulders. He felt the tension built up in both of them and when she came again with a hoarse cry, pulsing, contracting, he followed her, their voices mixing and he kept moving and pushing and she was milking him from the inside and he kept spilling into her until all tension left him and he collapsed onto his side, pressing his forehead against hers.
He had no words to express what he felt and what he wanted to tell her. He just held her, stroking her back and whispered her name.
"Jane..."
"Garrus..."
There was more in those names than they could ever say with any word of their languages.
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Phew! *fan's self* - I hope that was as good for you... ahem.
I only wanted to write a short smut chapter and now look at all this backstory creeping in.
I wished I had come up with this "turians don't cuddle" thing earlier, then I might have mentioned it before. But this is what happens when you make things up on the fly, so let's just pretend I talked about it in Chapter 3 already, okay?
Just to make things clear, I don't think turian plates are razor sharp, I imagine them to be more like thick rubber and even softer in the genital region for both male and female. Evolution favors easy sex for procreation, so hurting yourself by rubbing against each other would be a disadvantage even for turians (I know that female cats might not agree about the painless sex bit, barbed penis, shudder...). But still, turians are a well protected, almost armored species so unlike humans they didn't need to huddle up in groups for protection, they could get on alone just fine back in the old days. It's not instinctual for turians to group together closely, that's how I made up that they don't cuddle that much.
Making up things in a make-belief world.
And thanks to Credete who I keep stalking to edit these smutty chapters.