Here we are again. Now, let's fix this mess.
Thanks to Credete for editing .
Fair warning: Hardcore relationship talks up ahead. Oh, and smut. Yeah.
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Anger still burning inside of him, he stared at the door. How dare she? As soon as things didn't go her way she just left. How cowardly of her. That went right along with her unwillingness to face his father with him. It looked like his old instructors had been right after all, humans were cowards and had no honor.
Something inside of him recoiled at these thoughts and his anger was replaced by a gut clenching uncertainty. What was happening to them? He always felt so in tune with her that it was deeply unsettling to have lost that connection now. Why did she not see what it meant to break with his family like that?
Because you never told her, never explained it to her, you stupid turian.
His anger was slowly superseded by a feeling of despair growing in his chest, making him keen in sadness.
He leaned his back against the window, overwhelmed from his conflicting feelings. He was angry at her for just leaving like that, he was angry at himself that he had never explained this and he felt so very afraid that he might have lost her.
Garrus looked around, the sad keen filling his gizzard. Her armor lay stacked in a corner and he noticed her shoes and socks next to the couch. Had she run out without shoes? She was out there in the Tayseri Ward on bare feet?
He finally got control of his limbs and put his armor back on. He needed to find her, needed to tell her why all this was so important. He should have told her right away.
He left his building and stood in front of the entrance, unsure which direction to take. Where could she have gone? She could have taken a skycar or the transit train out of the ward but he hoped that she was still around.
After looking around helplessly for a few minutes he finally remembered the tracing programs on his omni-tool from his time at C-Sec. They were not quite legal but very helpful. He called up Shepard's omni-tool signature and set the trace up for it. The result would not give him her exact position but would at least tell him the general area.
With a beep the program showed him a circle superimposed on the map of the Tayseri Ward, very close to his current position. He sighed in relief, at least she didn't walk far on her naked feet. He had no idea if her feet would hurt from the rough surface on the walkways. Turian feet were plated. The top of their feet was a bit more sensitive than the underside, but not like human feet. From what he had seen he knew that Shepard's feet were just as soft skinned as her hands.
He looked around and began walking to the right, following the walkway to a little shopping area. There was a bakery there that sold human coffee and sure enough that's where he found her. She was sitting at one of the small, circular tables, her naked feet crossed under her chair. Her shoulders were hunched forward and she looked smaller, as if she tried to disappear. She stared at something on her omni-tool, her hands wrapped around her steaming coffee cup.
He couldn't describe the feeling welling up in him but he felt like the ground became uneven all of a sudden, making him stagger.
Garrus took a deep breath and made his way over to her. He sat down on the chair opposite to her. She didn't look up. They sat in silence for a long time, him looking at her, her not looking at him. She sat still like a statue.
He tentatively trilled a little love note at her, testing for her reaction. He saw her fingers tighten around her cup. When she started speaking, her voice was hoarse and quiet like a whisper. "I feel like it should be raining."
He had no idea what she was talking about. "Rain? On the Citadel?"
A tiny smile played on her lips. "I know it can't rain on the Citadel but it would fit the cliché so much. Like in an old romance movie, sitting in the rain, my hair stuck to my wet face, you would sit down beside me, trying to mend the broken pieces..."
He felt a painful stab in his chest. "Are we broken, Jane?"
"You yelled at me, I... don't like that." She said, her voice stronger now.
"Why?"
"Why I don't like getting yelled at? No special reason..." She looked him in the eyes now. "I think it shows a tremendous amount of disrespect, yelling at someone. It means that you don't consider that person worthy of talking to, you think that person is below you, too dumb to listen to you."
Garrus stared at her in shock. "No! I would never think that of you! I was..." He noticed that his voice got louder again and stopped himself. After a long, deep breath and a clearing growl from his gizzard he started again. "I'm sorry I yelled at you, Jane. I didn't mean to be disrespectful, I was just so angry. Maybe turians have a different anger response than humans."
Shepard looked up and regarded him with her childlike curiosity again. "Maybe you're right. I shouldn't impose my human conceptions on a turian, I guess. But I..." She sighed. "I'm sorry Garrus, I really don't know what I'm doing. All I know about is one-night stands and friends with benefits. This... what we have... I have no idea what to do with that."
He carefully placed his hand next to her coffee cup and after a second her hand slid down to rest on his. "I don't know either, Jane, we have to figure this out as we go. Please come back home, so we can talk about this. I will not yell at you."
She showed him the screen of her omni-tool. "I did some reading about turians and what family and clan mean to them. Maybe I should have done that before..." She scrolled through some information, stopping on a graphical family tree. "I had no idea. I'm sorry that I never cared for that. There seems to be some fundamental difference at work here."
"When you didn't want to face my father with me I felt... betrayed. I would never think of you as a cowardly person but it felt like it for me." Garrus said.
"I didn't realize how important that was for you." Shepard said and then made a tiny, apologetic trill.
He wanted to take her in his arms so badly. His chest was aching for her.
She looked at him again, a strange look in her eyes. "Can you actually be a turian with me?"
"What do you mean?" Garrus asked with a surprised trill.
She made a vague gesture towards the translucent screen on her arm. "The way turians are described here... it doesn't sound like you at all. You are always so careful, sensitive..." She looked at him quizzically. "Do you have to alter who you really are all the time? Can you even be a turian with me?"
"Not a good one, I guess." He chuckled but stopped himself when he saw the hurt in her face. "No, that's not... Spirits, I'm going at this all wrong. I have never been a very good turian, I've been refusing the 'turian way' for a while now. A lot of things you read on the Net is based on old legends, stereotypes, I never felt like those applied to me. I like who I am with you."
She squeezed his hand for a second and her smile warmed his heart. "I'm so glad to hear that. Because I really like who you are." She got up. "I'm sorry I ran away like that. Can we go home now?"
"You think you can walk all the way back with your feet like that?"
She looked down on her feet and wiggled her toes. "Why, because I don't wear shoes? Sure I can walk, as long as I don't step on something sharp and small I'm fine."
They walked back to his apartment, side by side.
Garrus shook his head. "But your feet are sensitive. I mean, I remember the things you do to my spurs with your feet," a deep groan left his gizzard at that memory, "and you can still walk over terrain like that?"
"Humans have been running around barefoot for thousands of years before the invention of shoes." Shepard said with a smile. "I told you, human skin is sensitive but not algesic." She looked up to him and let her smile linger.
He was so glad to see her smile again.
Suddenly she looked past him and her face turned serious. "There is that guy again. The turian who's been following us around. I've had enough of this!" She ran over to the guy, her naked feet almost completely silent on the ground. The turian didn't even realize at first that she was speeding towards him and when he noticed it, he hurriedly tried to get away. He sidled around a corner but Shepard and Garrus were right behind him.
Shepard slowed down and showed him her friendliest smile, "Hello there! We just want to talk to you."
The turian looked around nervously but he seemed to realize that he couldn't really get away. "What do you want?" He asked aggressively.
Shepard still showed her smile, friendly, with a hint of deadliness. "We have noticed that you are following us and we would like to know who ordered you to do so." She stood in front of him and Garrus behind her, a step to the side. The turian had nowhere to go.
The man looked around and, failing to see an escape route, took a step towards Shepard. He hissed at her, "I don't know what you're talking about." His subharmonics were full of disgust and Garrus felt anger rise against him, that he was insulting Shepard this way.
Shepard stood perfectly still, unfazed by the turian coming so close to her. She held her arms to the side and it looked relaxed but Garrus noticed that her body was tense, like a predator, ready to attack. Her voice was perfectly calm. "We have you on video. I wonder how much you would like to spend a day at C-Sec, explaining why you followed a C-Sec officer and an Alliance officer around all day."
The turian didn't say anything but his subharmonics were practically screaming curses at her. Suddenly he took a step back and then lashed out with his talons towards Shepard's throat. Garrus saw to his horror that his talons were not blunted. He jumped forward and called out a warning to her but she had already ducked under his arms and blocked his attack by hitting his arms hard with her lower arm. Her other arm smacked forward and punched the turian in his waist. Buckling over in pain, he tried to slash her with his talons again but she was already gone. She had stepped away with a graceful turn and now jerked her leg up and kicked the turian on his mandible with her heel so fast, that Garrus didn't even see her leg move.
The turian crashed against the wall from the force of the kick and slipped down on his side in a daze. A wail left his throat but he swallowed it in panic as he realized that Shepard had come up behind him and held a knife to his throat. Garrus loomed over him growling a warning but he felt slightly dumbfounded, it all had happened so fast.
Shepard's voice was quiet in a chilling way and she spoke directly into the stalkers ear canal. "Now let's try this again. I happen to know where I need to cut you so that you bleed out in under three minutes and I suggest that you don't test me. Who paid you to follow us around?"
The turian had lost control of his subharmonics, crying like a child in panic. He was moving his hands but a slight stab that drew a bit of blue blood on his throat stopped him. Suddenly he looked at Garrus. "Got a call. He didn't say his name, transferred the money," he pointed at Garrus, "sent me a picture of him and said to look for him and a human woman and take video footage."
Shepard was silent for a second and then asked, "Was it a vid-call?"
"Yes."
"What did he look like?"
The turian looked up at Garrus again. "Looked like him, same markings."
Garrus cursed under his breath. So his suspicion had been right, his own father had hired the stalker. A stalker who had tried to attack and maybe even kill Shepard, his Shepard! A deep, angry growl left his gizzard and he saw the other turian's eyes widen in fear.
Shepard stepped back from the man and held the knife loosely in her hand. "You can go now. I'm sure we are not going to see you again, right?" The turian nodded and stood up slowly. Shepard looked at her knife, letting the light reflect on it and she spoke like she didn't really care if anybody listens. "I want you to tell him that the next person following us will come back to him with a hefty hospital bill attached." The light made a bright streak on her face and she had a smile playing on her lips that brought a chill to Garrus's spine. "Now you better go before I think of new ways to use this knife on you." She said and turned away.
Garrus fell in step beside her, looking at her face. With relief he saw the mad smile fall from her face and get replaced by her real smile that he loved so much. It was like she switched out her personality.
He lowered his head and nuzzled her hair for a second. "You can be quite scary."
She laughed. "It's just an act, the insane, cold killer-lady is much more disturbing than the righteous Alliance soldier. Scares the guys who think they are so tough. But I love how you only have to do that sub-growl to make someone piss his pants in fear."
"I think that was more your doing." Garrus said honestly. He never wanted to be on the receiving end of that mad smile.
She laughed, "Nah, I can tell you from experience that this performance worked much better with your turian madness backing me up."
"He's going to tell my father that you are insane and dangerous." Garrus said with a sigh.
"That's a reputation I can live with." She shrugged. Suddenly she looked up. "Is that going to make things more difficult for you?"
"Can I say it can hardly get any worse without sounding like a whining youngling?" He sighed dramatically.
Her laugh calmed his mind like a warm shower. She smiled, "Oh, you just have to do that terrifying growl to go along with it to compensate." Her hands moved up to his face but she stopped midway when she realized that they were back on the busy walkway. She dropped her hand with a sad smile. "Let's go home."
"Yes." He looked down on her feet. "I could carry you if your feet hurt."
She grinned, "Hey, I just kicked a spiky turian with these feet, the walkway has nothing on me."
"That was quite impressive actually, do you have some secret biotic force behind those kicks?"
She waved her hand. "Nah, Taekwondo, remember? I'm a well trained kick-ass."
They kept on walking and the silence between them began to unnerve Garrus. He looked down on her face, she was chewing on her lower lip. He decided to break the silence and address the pink volus in the room. "We need to talk about this problem with my family."
She sighed, "Yes, we have to. I guess I'm missing some vital piece of information here." She squeezed his hand for a second. "There was a post on the Net that said that the movie "Fleet and Flotilla" would be good way to introduce the subject. We could watch that."
"My father has actually tried to forbid me from watching that movie." Garrus said with an embarrassed trill.
"Really? Forbid you?"
"Yes, I heard that a lot of traditional turians want to ban the movie for poisoning young turians minds. My father plays right along to that song." Garrus shook his head, thinking back to that conversation.
They had arrived at his apartment building. As they waited for the elevator, Garrus had to ask the one question that was burning on his mind. "Shepard? I'm sorry, I have to know, did you tell your aunt about me?"
Shepard looked up to him. "Yes, I wrote her after we had seen the Consort." She scratched the back of her head. "She wrote me right back. She reacted just as you would expect someone to react who hasn't even left her hometown in all of her life. The only reason why she isn't constantly calling me is because I always block her calls."
Garrus felt like an idiot. "Doesn't that bother you?"
"No, it really doesn't." Shepard took his hand as they stepped into the elevator. "She is who she is. She is not stupid but she is a bit ignorant. Has never seen an alien in her life. She's not going to change all of a sudden, so I'm not fighting about it with her."
"I... I'm afraid I can't be that... removed. Maybe that is a fundamental difference between humans and turians." Garrus said.
"Not necessarily. In some human cultures family is still very important. For me..." She hesitated, like she always did when the subject came to the death of her family. "Not anymore."
They arrived at his place. As soon as the door had closed behind them, Garrus took her by her shoulders and pressed his forehead against her. Her hands went up to his face and were stroking his mandibles. Slowly the tension fell off both of them.
After a few minutes they pulled apart. Shepard went into the bathroom to wash her feet while Garrus took his off armor and put on a plain long tunic.
When she came back, she stood in the middle of the room, as if she was unsure what to do. Garrus stepped over to her and carefully pulled her into his arms. She relaxed against him with a long sigh. He let his subharmonics rumble in deep vibrations and felt her press closer to him.
He put his talons under her chin and lifted her head to look at her. "Is there any way that we can salvage this evening?"
Her smile lit up her face. "Well, I'm hungry and I heard there is a movie I should be watching."
He smiled back at her. "That sounds like an excellent combination. Let me provide you with all that you wish for." He went into the kitchen area, hearing her feet softly pitter-pattering on the floor behind him. He suddenly felt her hand on his butt and made a tiny shriek.
She giggled. "You are wearing a dress again." Her hand moved under the rim of his tunic. "And no pants! Naughty little turian."
"It's a tunic, a perfectly normal piece of clothing for a turian. We don't necessarily need pants because we don't leave our genitals dangling out there unprotected." He fluttered his mandibles towards her in a grin. Her hand kept on resting on his naked butt and her fingers were drawing tiny circles between his plates. It was very distracting.
"What do you want to eat?"
"Something with cheese." She said, looking past his side.
"What is cheese? Humans eat it a lot, I've noticed." Garrus picked a package of readymade food for her and himself and placed it in the radiant heater.
Shepard looked thoughtful for a second, "Cheese is made of milk and... well... it gets old and thick and milk is... you know what? You really don't want to know, trust me."
She snuggled up against his side and Garrus pulled her closer with his arm draped around her. In that moment Garrus was convinced that everything would be okay. There would always be interspecies awkwardness, things that were weird and strange to the other but they would not let those things keep them apart.
He nuzzled her hair and whispered, "We will work things out, right?"
She pressed her cheek against his cowl. "Yes we will. We will work things out, again and again."
Garrus hummed his love for her with his subharmonics.
The credits of "Fleet and Flotilla" appeared on the vid screen and Jane turned to Garrus.
"Okay, nice romantic movie, I'm a total sucker for happy endings anyway but, revolutionary? The turian guy did his own thing for the love of his life, and for that message traditionals want to ban the movie? I don't get it, he didn't do anything unusual, I think."
Garrus stared at her. He saw quite a lot of parallels to his own life in that movie and it baffled him that Jane didn't see it. "He denied his parents decretum, they had a beneficial match and a promising career set up for him and he turned away from that to be with her!" He could hardly put into words how incredible that was.
Jane furrowed her brows and said with determination, "So he didn't do what his father wanted and set out to find his own path - that's what youth does! That's how it's supposed to be, the young ones question the old rules and traditions and mix things up and that's how society can progress."
Garrus had to laugh. "Really? That's normal for humans? That explains so much!" He shook his head. "Our society is built on strict rules. Parents plan their children's life until they are mated themselves. To turn away from that, to deny the decretum was - until very recently - unthinkable. It's not the turian way. For a young turian to go against his family could result in him or her being expelled from the clan."
Jane looked at him. "You keep saying that, deny the decretum. What exactly does that mean?"
"A decretum is like an order in the military. It's unthinkable to not follow it. To deny it is like an insubordination against your commanding officer." He searched her face and for a second he saw panic cross her face.
"So if you deny it, your family or your clan could exile you?" She looked at him with astonishment. He nodded. She stayed quiet for a while, and Garrus saw the emotions flicker across her face. "What happens to an exile?" She asked quietly.
"An exile will lose everything, his history, his heritage, his friends will turn away from him. It used to be practically unthinkable that a turian would risk that. We are raised in the believe that we are nothing without our clan, without the guidance of the elders." Garrus wanted to say something to wipe away the look of horror on her face but he couldn't think of anything.
She didn't look at him when she spoke again with her voice hushed. "How do you progress if the rules never change? We had societies on Earth that considered women to be lesser creatures than cattle, with no chance to ever do something with their lives." She began moving her arms and hands as if she was trying to pluck words from the air. "There have been times in our history where your place in society was determined by your skin colour, gender, place of birth. Hell, 300 years ago, we still had slavery! But as new generations grew up these things changed and we progressed. We became better people. And we still fight prejudices and the youth still fights against rules they don't understand, and the old ones complain about the young ones and say how everything was so much better back in the old days. And that is a good thing, it's how it's supposed to be, because it is change!" Her voice had gotten louder towards the end and she ended her sentence with her arms wide, like she wanted to embrace all the changes.
Garrus felt like he had learned everything he ever needed to know about humans from these sentences. Why they were so curious, so demanding, always questioning the rules. He loved how confident she looked.
He needed to assure her that turians weren't frozen in time. "Things are changing in turian society too, only very slowly. The first time when the rules had to be adapted was when the asari appeared and the quarians after that. Turians falling in love with someone from another species was a huge thing, Spirits, I don't think turians even had a concept of romantic love before the asari appeared. And if the enormous success of, "Fleet and Flotilla" with young turians proves anything, it's that turians are beginning to like the idea of rebelling against old rules."
She looked at him and he felt like falling into her gaze. The expression on her face showed sadness and love and pure panic, and the combination made his gizzard clench in fear. He knew what she was about to say and he didn't want to hear it.
"I'm sorry Garrus, I never meant for this to happen. I never realized that I took you away from your life, your family. You have a family, a clan! Being with me..." Her voice broke, "being with me will make you lose all that. I can't do that to you!" She moved to get up.
"Stop!" He called out much louder than he had intended. He took a deep breath to calm himself down and took her hands in his. "You are not walking away again. Don't do that to me, Jane. Hear me out."
She settled down and nodded, her eyes slightly wet.
"I have been trying to get away from my family and all the rules for the longest time. I tried to find a balance, talking to my mother and my sister but staying out of reach of my father here on the Citadel." Garrus had to sigh. "Of course, that was an illusion, he got me this job at C-Sec, so that I wouldn't enter Spectre training, and I'm sure he had people send him reports about my doings all the time. I should have made my seperation more clear to him, I should never have done any of the praecipit convenire he kept arranging. I tried to live two lives at once, being a good turian son and being me."
Shepard had a faint smile on her lips and he felt so happy to see that, and he pulled her towards him. He held his forehead against hers and sighed when he felt her press back at him. The relief fell over him like a warm cloak.
"I had this great life here on the Citadel, with Frank as my best friend and all the fun I could wish for. It was easy to forget that the old Palaven rules could catch up with me one day."
Shepard laughed quietly. "Judging by how we met, I can just imagine what kind of fun you're talking about."
"You would know it, I'm sure." He growled.
She snickered. "Oh yes." She moved closer to him and kissed his mandible. "Let's not talk about our naughty past. When your father arrives, what would you like me to do?"
Garrus nuzzled her hair before moving back to look her in the eyes. "I would like you to be here with me. Don't hide, don't make him think that you aren't brave enough to face him."
"That's what he would think?" She asked. "Alright, if you want me to stand by your side, I will, but I won't just stand here and let him yell at me. If all he does is yelling, I'll leave."
"He will still think of you as cowardly then." Garrus warned.
"As I said, I don't care. He won't like me, no matter what I do. He thinks me a coward? Why should I care? Nothing I do will change his mind. What is there to gain in a fight like this?" She asked.
Garrus searched for an explanation to try to make her see his point. Suddenly it came to him, Shepard was a soldier after of all. "Sometimes it's not about gaining ground, sometimes it's about holding the line."
She looked at him thoughtfully. "Holding the line? Yeah, I get that." Her hand caressed his mandible. "Angel, I will do anything you want me to, but do you really think you can convince him to accept us being together?"
Garrus felt his shoulders sag in defeat. "Somehow, I still think I can talk to him but in the back of my mind I know that he will not change his mind."
Her face came closer to his and while her hand was still playing on his mandible, she placed soft kisses on his face. "If you want me to hold the line with you, I will, my Angel." Another soft kiss on his mandibles sent shivers down in his gizzard. "Now, let me loosen up those tight mandibles, and other things."
Her voice had that husky, deep undertone that drove him wild and he felt his lower plates almost snap open. Her hand touched him and a finger was tracing the slit. His erection was already working itself free.
She turned to a box on the couchtable and took out a bottle with lotion. He had completely forgotten that she had ordered the plate-softening lotion.
She squeezed some on her hands and rubbed it over the skin of his thighs and over his genital plates. Her fingers now slick with lotion traced along his opening slit and she moved two fingers inside, tracing his penis while her other hand was stroking his waist. Her lips now had his mandible between them and she was sucking on it. The sensations overwhelmed him, his subharmonic growl vibrating through him.
"Oh yes, keep doing that, growl for me." She whispered. He kept his gowl going and she shuddered against him. He licked along her jaw till he had reached her earlobe, flicking it with his tongue. With a growl of her own she turned her face and kissed him under his eye. She moved down with her kisses and found his mouth waiting for hers. Their tongues met, softly dipping against each other.
They both began to grab each other, desperately, urgently, craving the touch of the other. She had pushed his tunic up and he pulled it over his head. Her clothing was in the way and he still struggled with taking it off. Lucky for him, Shepard was just as impatient, pulling her shirt over her head and pushing her pants down in a quick motion. Her bra fell down and Garrus pulled her underpants down, noticing with a pleased hum how they were soaked.
He traced his tongue down towards her stomach, determined to finally get more familiar with that little dip, belly button, as she called it. Circling the tip of his tongue around it, she suddenly squirmed and laughed and grabbed his head. With a high pitched voice she screamed, "That tickles! Tickles!" She was wiggling like a fish and Garrus had to laugh out. With a scream she jumped on him and tackled him down.
Her one hand was massaging his pleasure spot under his fringe, the other hand travelled down again towards his erection that had long since come out from his plates. She was holding him, slowly pumping while she twirled her tongue around his mandible. The sounds that came from his throat sounded feral even to himself, and he noticed that she stared at him.
He tried to break through the fog of lust, his voice hoarse, "I'm sorry. I usually don't sound like that."
She made a purring sound that sounded like pure sex before she spoke. "You know I like it when you're loud." Her hand still had him in a firm grip, very slowly rubbing him. She pressed her mouth against his throat and he felt her lips move as she spoke, "I love the sounds you make. You sound so wild. You should lose control like that more often."
His breath hitched in his throat. "That's not a good idea, I could hurt you."
Her body pressed against him, her mouth next to his face, she whispered, "I trust you. Don't stop yourself." Suddenly she pulled hard on his fringe while pumping his penis in quick strokes.
The pain from his fringe clashed with the sweet sensation from his groin and with a feral roar he threw her to the ground. Pure lust focused on her. She crashed on the floor but she kept squeezing his fringe hard, her other hand had moved to his waist, holding onto him with force and with a harsh groan he sheathed himself inside her. His mouth went to her neck on pure instinct, open, hungry for her, he pressed his teeth on her collarbone. His last bit of self-control held him back and he didn't bite down but the damage was already done. His sharp teeth had scraped her skin and he saw with shock her red blood bubble out of the wound.
"I'm sorry, Jane, let me..." He moved back but she wouldn't let him go, her legs wrapped tight around him. With an angry snarl she pulled herself up to him and before he could even think she had her mouth on his neck and bit down. A feral growl came from her as she bit harder and harder. It hurt like hell, her blunt teeth squeezing the skin until she finally broke it and drew blood. She pulled back with a triumphant grin, a wild look in her eyes, blue blood dripping from her lips. She grinned at him and quietly spoke. "Are you a turian?"
He could only nod. She dipped her finger in a drop of blood in the corner of her lip and drew a line with it from under her right eye over her nose to her left eye. "Then be a turian. My turian!" She whispered hoarsely.
His world disappeared. The sounds his subharmonics made were foreign even to himself. Some removed part of him was astonished at the loss of his higher brain functions. The more basic part of him took in her scent and roared as he penetrated her deep and hard. He was driving into her, pushing her across the floor with his force. Vaguely he noted that she was screaming in pleasure, encouraging him with shouts of, "More!," her hands clawing on his arms and shoulders. She pulled his head down again, pressed her collarbone against his mouth and he bit down. Her scream of pain mixed with a cry of pleasure as she clenched around him, hauling him along with his first orgasm but he didn't even slow down.
She held onto him, meeting every thrust with a push of her own hips, panting, yelling incoherently. He roared with her, his throat raw, the metalic taste of her blood in his mouth. His talons scratched her skin, her nails scratched him, she bit him again, her toes held his spurs. She dipped a finger in the bitemark on her shoulder and drew a line across his nose with her blood. That was not a turian tradition and as far as he knew it wasn't a human one either. But this was a mark, if there ever was one.
She marked me with her own blood!
He felt the contractions in her vagina getting tighter as he pushed harder and faster, and the tight grip around his penis from her insides made it almost painful to move. He thrust into her as she screamed and clawed at him and he came again, hard, his seed bursting out of him. He was growling her name and he heard her whimper his. She still held onto him and his arms were shaking from the exhaustion. With a groan he collapsed to his side, pulling her along with him without leaving her body. They were both heaving in air. He still felt her contractions.
She snuggled up against him and softly kissed along his cowl, her hand drawing lazy circles on his waist. Occasionally she made a satisfied sigh and pressed even closer to him. Garrus felt himself slowly return to his full brain capabilities. He still had the taste of her blood in his mouth and he carefully lifted his head to look at her shoulder. Puncture marks from his teeth dotted her shoulder and bloody scratches were all over her skin. He cringed. She noticed his reaction and looked at him sternly.
"Don't you dare apologize." She said. "I wanted this, it was amazing. I would have told you to stop if I had not wanted it."
"I'm not sure I would have heard you." Garrus whispered. "I was not thinking clearly anymore, there was only you and this desire..."
She purred. "Hmm, you make a girl feel wanted."
"I thought the wanting was kind of obvious." Garrus purred back at her.
She chuckled and moved, to slowly let him slip out. She had grabbed her shirt and held it between her legs, soaking up their juices. "One of these days we should have sex in your bed."
"Says the wild human, who tackled me to the floor."
Shepard grinned at him. "I didn't hear any complaints." She yawned. "I think we should go to sleep now."
He pulled himself up to stand beside her. "I agree, let's get ready for bed." He looked at her face, the blue line of his blood still bright on her skin. Carefully he traced the line with his talon. He didn't want to say that he wished that the mark wouldn't get off.
He felt her finger tracing her bloody line on his face. She raised herself on her tiptoes and kissed him. She took his hand and pulled him behind her into the bathroom. As she stopped in front of the mirror, he stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her. They both looked at their faces in the mirror, each painted with the others blood.
He burned the picture into his mind, to never forget it.
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Happy?
A few notes:
1. Jane doesn't like getting yelled at, just because. No, Jane is not a tragic survivor of a yelling rapist or anything like that, I'm really, really tired of the 'every strong woman is a rape survivor'-trope, so our Jane here is not that. Seeing your family die at 16 is bad enough, we don't have to add to that. She came to be a strong woman on her own.
2. Jane likes it rough sometimes. Which means in no way ever that we will enter some 50-shades-of-abuse territory here, no and no and No.
3. The act with painting each others faces with blood was inspired by Chapter 3 of 'Violence, Voyeurism and Vigilantes' by efleck, better written of course, such an awesome scene in a great story.