And we are back! I wrote this in vacation. No internet but at least I could write on my netbook. Gotta love technology.
Awareness slowly shifted into place. Light, brighter than anything the depth of space could produce was shining on his face. He was in his old apartment and the windows had switched the shielding pattern to let more of the Citadel's light in. The programming still followed the Presidium's day and night cycle, like he had programmed it – by the Fates, it felt like years ago.
The air smelled faintly stale with a hint of turian and human soap. He turned on his bed to the rolled up bundle of blanket next to him. Jane's short hair peeked out on top and she smelled fresh and clean. She must have gotten up in the night and taken a shower.
Garrus let his talons softly play with her hair, it felt damp and smelled fruity. He wondered if she slept enough. He didn't know when she had gotten up to shower, he just hoped that it was recently so that she had had a few hours of uninterrupted sleep.
The display on his bedside table showed the time as a late morning, still plenty of time to get ready, the Normandy was still in dock, as far as he knew. Shepard stirred, and made a little purr as she leaned into his touch. He scratched her scalp a little with his talons and earned an even louder purr for that.
"When did you get up to shower?" he asked, raking his talons over the skin on her head. She pressed against it and purred, acting like a happy raderefelis.
"Just a few minutes ago. You smelled so nice and I stank like I had the grime and sweat of weeks on me. Luckily, my shampoo is still here but I had to use your soap."
"I like it when you smell of my soap," he mumbled and moved to her shoulder to take in her scent. He was glad that she had showered. Sweating was one of the weirder things about humans. It wasn't exactly a turn off for him when she glistened with a soft sheen of sweat. Especially during sex, when her pheromones and the scent of her arousal drove him wild. But the sweat she produced after fighting or after working out, kind of stung in his nose. He would never turn away from her for that but he preferred it if she washed and smelled of his soap.
And somehow she knew that.
A question rose in him that he wanted to ask. He had lain by her side, watching her sleep after she had told him that she loved him, too happy and wound up to sleep himself. When he had finally fallen asleep, he didn't even dream, pure exhaustion taking over. Now he looked at her and somehow it didn't feel real. He didn't want to be such a pathetic turian who had to ask his mate if she really meant it – but by the Spirits, he had to know.
"Shepard, I mean, Jane..." he stumbled over the words, feeling his gizzard clench. "Last night, what you said..."
She turned around and pressed her lips against his babbling mouthplates to shut him up. As she moved back, a soft hum left her before she spoke, "Do you think I didn't mean it?" She smiled at him but her voice sounded brittle, "I don't expect anything from you... you don't have to... but I had to... I..., god, this feels like I'm using an unknown vocabulary..."
Garrus felt like his cowl was about to explode. He pulled her close in a crushing embrace, scrambling to get to her in her rolled up blanket. He pressed his face against her, his mandible fluttering over her cheek. "Jane, I love you, I always have," he whispered, his voice rough and thrumming with subharmonics, "I just couldn't believe that you felt the same."
A burst of light laughter rose from her, tension leaving her body. "What, you think I fall over any turian like I fell all over you?"
"I don't know what to think," Garrus babbled on, "I look at you and my world just stops. I have no romantic abilities but I look at you and I want to sing to you about Trebia, the sun over Palaven, how Menae tries to find her, his love..."
Jane turned her head and kissed him again, her soft lips suckling on his mouthplates. He opened them, gladly accepting her tongue invading him and meeting her with his own. They stroked and tangled until they had to break apart for air. She looked at him, her cheeks rosy and said, "I always knew you were a romantic."
He snorted out to disagree but she put her hand on his face, her thumb stroking his mandible. "Oh yes, you are," she said, "but you are not Menae, forever searching for Trebia, never finding her. You are my Angel, always around me, always with me." She pulled him close and looked him in the eyes. "I love you, Garrus Vakarian."
He trilled out loud, the happiness in his chest breaking out in subharmonic songs. "I love you, Jane Shepard, my mate." With that word, he pressed his forehead against hers, his scent pouring over her.
They stayed like that for a long time, at least it felt that way. When she leaned back, she used one of her slim fingers to wipe over his forehead, taking the glistening oil on her fingertip. She smelled on it, her nostrils flaring wide. "My mate," she whispered. She used the glistening fingertip to draw a line on her cheek, down her throat to the curve of her neck. He had no idea what that meant but his heart almost stopped.
With a sudden urge, he kicked off his blanket and pulled on hers to free her of it. She giggled and helped him to shrug it off. He had to stop for a second to tell the spring behind his cowl to stop tightening because she was gloriously naked, smelling of his soap and her pheromones.
He went in to kiss her and she surged against him, her breath blowing over the skin of his cowl. Her whole body searched for contact with his, her hands and her disorienting fingers going all over his neck, his shoulders, his back and finally to his genital plates. As he kissed her, two of her fingers pressed his plates apart and his erection sprang free, so hard and fast that he felt light headed.
She pressed the junction of her legs against his waist, curling her body around him. The softness of her very center against his sensitive waist was too much, he almost came from that sensation alone. He pushed her over on her back, too roughly and he whispered "sorry, I have to, sorry..." against her skin as he trailed his mouth down her body. He had to feel her core on his tongue, her soft center, he needed to hear her cries of joy.
She laughed out, gasping as he went further down her body. "It's okay, it's okay... god, I love this, I love the feel of your mouth on my skin, I..." a voiceless scream broke out of her when he reached his target and flicked his tongue into the soft wetness of her labia. Circling her clitoris with the tip of his tongue had her throwing her head back, her whole body tightening up. He kept on circling, avoiding the direct contact, licking her labia lips, fluttering his mandibles against the skin of her thighs until she was writhing in anticipation. Words had turned to gasps, her hands grabbing his and holding on so hard that it hurt. Her body was tightened and her back arched off the bed. He pulled back and took one long look at her wet, rosy-brown center, those soft lips that waited for his straining erection.
A whine came from her for the lack of contact and he took that as his cue to drive his tongue into her and up over her clitoris. Fast and firm he stroked over her and her scream was the greatest he had ever heard. Even more liquid poured from her and when he heard her sigh out in content, he crawled up as fast as he could. His penis was almost painfully erect by now and he drove into her with an embarrassing urgency. They both cried out as he entered her, almost sobbing in relief.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, surging against him, deepening their connection. Her hips pumped, taking him in and he knew he would not last. He felt her tightening with another orgasm and the pulsing grip, her vagina had on his penis pulled and threw him over the edge. He tumbled into his orgasm, into her, into his life with a force he had never known.
With the last aftershocks of her sheath, he slowly came back to his body, grasping at the threads of his mind that knew his and her name. He found himself lying on his side, her leg wrapped over him, the result of their union making the bed wet and sticky between them. He didn't care at all and neither did she. Her face was pressed into his cowl, her breath panting over his skin. A happy little laugh made her tremble in his arms.
"Holy shit...," she whispered between gasps for breath, "holy mother of... wow."
"Agreed," Garrus panted out, pulling her closer.
They lay like that for a long time, catching their breath. When they had calmed down, she smiled at him and his newly growing erection.
She wrapped herself around him again and took him in slowly. This time they took their time, enjoying their touches, tentatively and softly. He leaned back against the headboard of the bed and she rode him, undulating her hips in the rhythm of their panting. The light from the window poured over her, illuminating her curves, the long stretch of her neck, her soft waist, the quivering muscles on her stomach. She touched herself and he growled in appreciation and because she loved hearing him like that. Her orgasm pulled him along; he spilled into her as he growled out his love for her in the most intimate song he knew.
Shepard's omni-tool chimed with a message and reminded them that there was a life and a galaxy outside that wanted them to do things. The message told them that the Normandy was about to be released from the shipyard and they both hurried to shower and dressed to get to the dock on time.
They met with Jinala on the way to the dock, the coordinator for the joint species project that the Normandy had turned into. The tiny asari had a list of things she needed to coordinate with Shepard and was completely unfazed that she had to fall into a run on Shepard's side to get this done.
As they ran around the corner to the dock, a woman stepped in their way. A camera bot floated over her left shoulder. "Khalisah al-Jilani, Westerlund News. Would you answer a few questions, Commander Shepard?"
"I'm really busy, Miss al-Jilani."
"I would assume so, Commander Shepard, as a matter of fact, I'm surprised you even found the time to spend a night on the Citadel."
"The Normandy needed a check-up and the crew deserved a break. They are all working hard," Shepard said with an annoyed undertone.
"Is the mixed alien crew not as resilient? Does the crew not work well?" The camera bot focused it's bright light onto Shepard's face, making her squint.
Shepard took a breath and her face took on the controlled 'Commander Shepard' mask that made it unreadable. "The crew is working well together, be they humans or non-humans."
The reporter scrunched her nose and bit out her next question, "The Alliance invested a lot in you and the Normandy and now you are working for the Council. How can humanity..."
"Miss al-Jilani," Shepard interrupted, "the Normandy is a joint project by turians and humans and shows what the two races are capable of when they work together. The Council has asked us for our support, which means that humanity is now working for the most important representation of the galaxy. I think that is something to be proud of."
The camera bot kept zipping around and Garrus saw the muscles on Shepard's neck tense. Miss al-Jilani looked on her notes and raised her eyes with a nasty sneer on her lips. She looked at Garrus when she asked her next question. "Our viewers ask themselves how much you actually represent humanity today. Your personal relationship with a turian..."
"... is personal, just as you said," Shepard interrupted.
"Our viewers wonder..."
"Miss al-Jilani, I'm chasing a rogue Spectre who may be involved in a plot that could threaten the whole galaxy. Your viewers will have to trust me that I will do my best, as always." She brushed the woman aside, Garrus shielded her back and knocked the camera bot away with his shoulder.
"Westerlund News will not be quiet, Commander Shepard!" Khalisah al-Jilani yelled after her.
"Oh, bite me," Shepard mumbled quietly to herself.
Jinala snickered a little and made a note on her omni pad. "I will have the press corps of the Alliance and the Council work on a way of diverting the reporters from you."
"Oh fuck, yes please, that would be great!" Shepard called out.
Jinala nodded and continued with her list of questions. By the time they reached the Normandy, Shepard was practically gnashing her teeth. When they were finally in the CIC, her shoulders untensed. She lovingly waved over the huge galaxy map, plotting a course for Virmire.
She looked up to the ceiling. "Joker, is all crew accounted for?"
The voice of the pilot came over the comm system, "Commander, we are missing Wrex, or maybe we don't, personal taste, you know, but he's the only one who hasn't shown up."
Shepard cursed and called the krogan over her omni-tool. He answered after a long time. Garrus stood next to Shepard and heard the familiar sounds of a bar fight in the background. "I'm a bit busy right now," Wrex yelled over the noise.
Shepard angrily furrowed her brows and hissed into the tool, "Get your shiny red ass to the Normandy right now, we are leaving."
"You don't have to wait for me, Shepard. I don't need a nanny to watch over me." The krogan sounded harsh but Garrus didn't buy his tough act. Wrex had been a valuable addition to the squad and he never showed a sign of being unhappy on the Normandy. He had even seen Ashley and Tali joking with him, like they were old friends.
Shepard looked at him and he could see that she was just as confused as him. She turned back to her tool and her voice turned from friend to Commander, "Urdnot Wrex, we have a contract and I expect you to adhere to that. Get to the Normandy, right now."
There was a pause and then Wrex sounded out a grunt that might have been a "Fine, Shepard" and ended the call. Shepard told Joker to take off as soon as the VI logged Wrex entering the Normandy. She walked over to Garrus and spoke quietly to him.
"Can you watch Wrex down there, discreetly, when you work on the Mako?" she asked, her voice still in Commander-mode.
"Yes, no problem. Anything specific you're thinking about, Commander?"
"Something is wrong with him, I'm not sure what."
"I'll report back whatever I notice." He gave her a respectful nod and left her to her duties. He knew he would find her later and then she would be his very own Jane again.
Only one day into the twelve day flight to Virmire, he had to send a message to Shepard. Wrex and Ashley stood in front of each other, yelling and screaming about something. As far as Garrus could tell, it started about some shotgun mod but had now turned into biting accusations about useless flatfaces and savage dinosaurs.
The slim human woman was no match to the towering mass of krogan on a physical level but that didn't bother her at all. Ashley Williams stood in a fighter pose and roared out her accusations while the angry krogan in front of her roared right back. Garrus was quite impressed.
The elevator opened and Commander Shepard stepped out with the air of a pissed off drill sergeant around her, yelling a single "The Fuck?". Ashley instantly shut up and straightened to attention. Wrex gave the woman before him a long look and then took a step back, his red eyes turning to Shepard. She stared him down until he turned and left the cargo bay, stomping into the elevator.
When he had left, Shepard turned her attention to Ashley, who still stood ramrod straight like a nuvico, a young recruit on his first day of inspection. Garrus had to smile a little how at familiar this scene was, despite involving humans and not shaking turian recruits.
"What was that about, Chief Williams?" Shepard barked out, making Garrus involuntarily flinch. That tone of voice worked even without subharmonics on anybody who ever served in the military.
Ashley straightened once more. "Nothing, Commander. It won't happen again."
Shepard ordered her back to her station and then indicated to Garrus to follow her. They went up to her cabin, silent, until the door closed behind them. Only then let Shepard her shoulders relax and the Commander persona fell off her.
"Something is definitely wrong with Wrex," she said with a sigh and fell into her chair. "This is actually the third time he started a fight with Ashley over some stupid shit and he even yelled at Tali once. And the last time we were in the comm room, he didn't even grin at me for the traces of our 'adventure' he can still smell there."
Garrus grinned at that and happily recalled the frantic sex they had in that room, desperate for each other. He took a seat in a second chair, hoping that it would hold his weight.
Shepard eyed him and gave him an apologetic smile. "I'll get a turian chair for you, sorry, I should have thought about that already."
"Don't worry about it," Garrus said. "This one works fine, it just looks a bit fragile."
"Oh, it will hold you, don't worry. Those chairs are indestructible. We used to build towers with them back in basic." A smile settled on her face as she seemed to relive those memories. It dropped off her face as she turned to the problem at hand. "I thought I knew Wrex, I thought I knew his game. But lately..." She shook her head as she let the sentence trail on. She typed a message on her omni-tool and turned to Garrus. "I asked Dr. Chakwas to join us for a few minutes. She is a well of information when it comes to aliens, and not just on the medical side of things."
Garrus hummed his agreement, they needed to all the help they could get to solve this problem fast. A krogan on the edge of whatever self-destructive course he was, was nobody you wanted at your back in a fight.
A soft chime announced someone at the door and Shepard opened it to let Dr. Chakwas step in. The doctor looked as composed and professional as always, every strain in her grey hair at its place, her calm features enhanced with subtle colors. She greeted both of them with a respectful nod.
Shepard came straight to the point. "Something is wrong with our resident krogan, he is unusually aggressive and testy."
Dr. Chakwas let out an amused snort. "Many people would say that that is quite the regular behavior for a krogan."
"Not for Wrex."
"No, I agree," Dr. Chakwas said. "Urdnot Wrex has not displayed any of the common traits of krogan, he is polite, thoughtful and can be quite charming, actually."
Shepard raised and eyebrow and Garrus looked at the slim doctor with new fascination. What is it with human women and krogan?
The doctor continued. "From a medical standpoint, I have nothing to report. Wrex has had no serious injuries in the time he's here on the Normandy, all his readings check out as him being a healthy krogan in the prime of his years."
"Maybe he needs to get laid? Not that there are many female krogan around," Shepard mumbled and Garrus had to swallow a surprised trill.
Dr. Chakwas showed a little smile but other than that stayed just as professional as before. "The Genophage has done nothing to suppress the sexual urges and desires in the krogan, which is actually quite cruel if you think about it. The females have separated themselves from the male population, the few that are still fertile need to be protected and the others don't feel safe among males that feel the basic urge to procreate but can't. The krogan had many decades to accommodate to this, sexual relationships are not limited to male-female. Male-male sexual relationships are quite common and are probably the majority of relations today."
Garrus' head was spinning. He had to admit to himself that he had never given a single thought to how krogan lived every day. Krogan were sentient, normal beings and of course they had sexual urges like everyone else. It had never occurred to him what kind of impact the Genophage had had on relationships between them.
"You think he's acting that way because he's sexually frustrated?" Garrus asked.
"Actually, I don't," Chakwas said. "If Wrex wanted to have sex, he would just say so. It would probably amuse him endlessly to see Liara fluster over that question."
"Oh yes," Shepard laughed out, "poor Liara, she would turn purple." She giggled some more but suddenly her face lit up with a thought. "There is something... I didn't give it much thought because Wrex and I talk about the future of his clan a lot..." She raked through her hair, trying to piece together what she had heard from Wrex. "He told me a while ago that he was actually supposed to take the throne of clan Urdnot after his father was dead. Interesting little tidbit about that: he killed his father himself."
"Killing him in an honorable fight would even have raised his standing in the clan," Garrus said. There were parts in krogan history that sounded very much like turian history, back when turian society was still clan based.
"So, he still has the rights to the throne, so to speak, but he left without taking them," Shepard continued. "A few days ago, he told me about his family armor being in the hands of a collector and that he wants to get it back. I kind of brushed it off, I mean, why the fuck would he give a shit about some ceremonial piece of bling?"
"But if he plans on going back to the clan to take the throne, he may need that armor." Garrus' subharmonics hummed out how surprised he was by Wrex' actions. The krogan had never voiced an interest of going anywhere near Tuchanka, the krogan homeworld.
"The turian collector is in the Argus Rho cluster, it would probably be only a few hours for us to stop there," Shepard said, checking the flight calculations on her tool. "He wants to take it from him, not buy it, of course." Shepard shook her head. "That is definitely not an Alliance or Council mission, I would be using the Normandy and its resources for a personal favor to a krogan mercenary. Can I even do that? Can I justify that?"
Dr. Chakwas cleared her throat. "I know I'm not involved in commanding..."
"Please speak freely, doctor, you know I value your opinion."
The doctor nodded. "The Normandy has turned into a multi-species project, whether it was intended that way or not. I think it is a good thing that almost all major species from the Citadel are represented here, on this mission. This could improve relations between the species for years to come."
Shepard pinched the skin on top of her nose as she thought. "I agree with you, Doc and getting all the different species to work together is my favorite part about this. But we don't know how long Saren will be on Virmire, if he is even still there. What if we turn up and we just missed him? What if I waste a day for Wrex' family armor and in that time, Saren slips through my fingers?"
She looked out ahead, her eyes unfocused. Garrus knew that she didn't expect someone else to make the decision for her. She just let them in on her thought process. This was her burden of command, chasing after Saren, who may not even be on Virmire or helping a friend for a ritual with questionable outcome.
Dr. Chakwas stood up. "I'll leave you to this, I'm sure you will make the right decision."
"Thank you, doctor," Shepard said. The doctor left and Shepard stared into nothing for a while longer. She turned to Garrus and he recognized the moment when she had made her decision. "I feel... call it a hunch but I feel like we need Wrex strong at our side in this. So, I'm gonna get him his armor."
Garrus just nodded. He wasn't sure if he would have made the same decision but having Wrex on their side, owing them a favor, was definitely a good thing.
She ordered Joker to lay a course to the Argus Rho cluster and then turned back to Garrus, a wicked grin playing on her lips. "It'll be just you and me, a personal favor, getting his armor with him. He's going to be so pissed that he owes a favor to a turian after that!" She rubbed her hands together. "Oh, I love it already."
Shepard flinched when Wrex's voice boomed up behind her. "This is a historic place."
She stood at the galaxy map and scanned the Argos Rho cluster. She apparently had not heard Wrex approach and Garrus couldn't blame her. The krogan could be disturbingly quiet if he wanted. In fact, he had not seen the krogan for days and wondered where he had been all this time. Garrus watched from the side, checking reports on one of the terminals that were arranged around the holographic display.
"What do you mean, Wrex?" Shepard asked, still looking over the enlarged view of Argos Rho.
He stepped up next to her to point at the Hydra system. "There, one of the planets is Canrum. That's where Shiagur had her last stand during the krogan rebellions. She was a warlord, one of the few fertile ones. Men were proud to join her and they fought for the right to lay with her." He threw a look towards Garrus. "She was finally taken down by thousands of turian forces on Canrum in a glorious battle. Most of the turian survivors later got killed by krogans who had sworn blood oaths to avenge her."
Wrex stood still, staring at the star system shimmering in front of them. Shepard looked at him, and then enlarged another section. "We've been here before, in Hydra, we scanned every planet," she said. "Only Metgos has traces of civilisation and we cleaned that all up. We're going to Phoenix first." She stepped back in front of the map, forcing Wrex to step back. He didn't hesitate and Garrus noted with relief that he didn't question her authority, despite his strange behaviour recently.
"Fine with me," Wrex rumbled and turned to the door on the side. "I'm suiting up."
Shepard watched him leave, a deep frown on her forehead. "Yeah... this is going to be interesting," she mumbled to herself.
A few hours later, they had found the hidden base on Tuntau and were cowering behind boxes, while turian and human pirates shot at them. These pirates were good, they knew how to fight as a team and combined their strengths well. It made Garrus wonder why everyone made such a big deal out of the joint turian-human project on the Normandy. It seemed, at least in the shady parts of the galaxy, turians and humans were working with each other just fine.
But Shepard, Garrus and Wrex knew how to combine their strengths as well. Between Garrus' and Shepard's shooting and Wrex's biotics, the pirates stood no chance. It was the first time for Garrus to see what kind of biotic power Wrex was capable of and he was truly impressed. The krogan warlord was completely wrapped in a blue glow and ripped the pirates apart like a force of nature.
When the base fell quiet, they searched the adjacent rooms and found a safe. The encryption was good but not good enough and the door opened after a few seconds. Wrex shouldered his way to the safe and took out a pile of metal with connecting strips of leather.
"Yes, this is it. Hard to believe anybody ever wore such a piece of crap." Wrex let one of his fingers trail over a pattern on the piece that was probably a breast plate. Garrus tried to read his face but krogan were hard to read on any day and Wrex was not someone who wore his mind on his face. But he looked relieved, maybe even happy.
The krogan tugged the armor under his arm and turned to leave the room.
"So, Wrex, what gives?" Shepard asked, stepping in his way, blocking the exit.
Wrex' tilted his head so that one of his wideset, red eyes was looking at her. "Shepard?" he said in his characteristic way.
Shepard crossed her arms over her chest. "I've been travelling with you through many systems, we fought side by side against every imaginable scum of the galaxy and this is the first time you ever wanted something very krogan just for yourself. So, what gives?"
Wrex turned his head to look away and opened and closed his mouth a few times. This look of embarrassment and shyness seemed so out of place on this massive hunk of masculinity, that it was actually quite funny. Garrus scrambled to suppress his subharmonics but Wrex' head snapped around and he glared at Garrus.
"I heard that, you turian hatchling," he grumbled. Then he turned to Shepard. "This is all your fault."
Shepard raised an eyebrow. "Is it now?"
"Yes, your fault. You kept pestering me about the krogan and how we have to change, leave the past behind and become more than we are and how I should be the one..." he let out a roar of frustration that made the walls vibrate. Shepard didn't even flinch. Wrex growled before he continued, "Looks like you got into my head with all that shit. I actually started to consider it. And then I see you, skinny little thing of a flatface, with your pretty turian boy there and you're actually making a difference." He let out a curse in a dialect that no translator had heard in more than 500 years.
Shepard kept looking at him, a tiny smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. "So, Garrus is a pretty boy but I'm just skinny?"
This time, Garrus could not hold back his snort.
"By the dust of Tuchanka, you are an annoying pyjack," Wrex grumbled out.
He held the family armor towards a light. Intricate patterns and reliefs reflected the light, showing symbols and scripture in an unknown language. Wrex stared at the pictures and words for a long time until he spoke again. "The krogan once had a culture, you know? We weren't always just someone's fighting pyjacks. We had songs and stories, rituals and dances. All that has been forgotten because of the Genophage; the krogan today just live for the next fight."
He looked Shepard in the eyes, his massive finger tapping on the glimmering metal of the armor. "I'm going to change that. After we get Saren and finish him and whatever else he started, I'm going back to Tuchanka. I will unite the clans. Build a future for the krogan."
Shepard stretched out her hand, her face beaming with pride, her eyes glittering. "I'm so proud to know you, Urdnot Wrex." She shook his hand, her strong arm almost disappearing in his massive fist. "I will help you in any way I can to make that happen for you."
Garrus trilled out a quiet note. Spirits, he was so proud of her and what she did. When the rest of the galaxy wanted to forget the krogan, she worked on a future for them.
"I'm proud to know you too, Commander Shepard." Wrex shook her hand once more, it looked like he was about to rip her arm out of its socket. He let her go with a nod.
Shepard smiled at him and nodded her head once. She turned to walk out of the secret base. "So, you seem pretty sure that we'll get Saren and stop him?"
"You and your pretty boy working on that?" Wrex let out a snort. "The skullfaced bastard stands no chance!" He let out a roar and pulled Shepard on her shoulder towards him so that she almost lost her footing. Garrus couldn't help himself, he hummed out a warning to the other male.
Wrex turned to him and laughed loudly. "Don't you worry, turian, I'm not getting between you and your female." He sniffed the air. "I can smell you both having the hots for each other right this minute. I'm not getting in on that, no thanks." His mouth pulled into a wide grin. "Maybe you should stop at the comm room for a few minutes when we get back."
His laughter shook the base until he had left the building.
A raderefelis is a turian cat by the way. And of course, I just made that name up, I just combined the words scratchy and cat in latin.
Holy fuck this is chapter forty! I had planned to at least be out of Virmire by now. But there are so many things that deserve a closer look, even though many of them won't get important until the ME2 storyline starts. I hope it doesn't feel like I'm dragging things out too long.
Wrex just needed more screentime, he is my favorite character after Garrus. I find the whole krogan storyline deeply touching and fascinating. If you wonder what your fic needs - it needs more krogan! Trust me on this. Because krogan are awesome!