TW: this part is definitely a dub-con so thread carefully.
Shepard storms into her cabin and starts removing her armor with an angry mutter under her breath. She's in her underwear when the doors open and Garrus strolls in. She's ready to jump him, but she tries to collect herself.
"I want to be alone," her words leave through gritted teeth as she turns her back to him. But there's no escaping as he approaches her and forcefully turns her around to face him. He seems more predatory than ever, his eyes following every little twitch of her body as she takes a deep breath.
"What was that Shepard? Are you trying to die?"
How dare he?
"Don't ever question me again during the mission. I know what I'm doing," her words come out pointed and she tries to free herself from his grip, but he's too strong.
"We've done a lot of reckless stuff, but this takes the cake. You could've died for no good reason," he says and Shepard's blood boils.
She tries to free herself from his grip again, but he doesn't budge so she resorts to harsh words.
"We can die anytime. I'm commanding here and I make decisions during combat. If you have a problem with my methods talk to me after the mission," she believes her tone will put him in his place, as it usually does, but instead his eyes turn into little slits and a deep rumble builds in his chest.
She attempts a different approach, raising her head to look directly into his eyes.
"Don't mix business with pleasure. What's happening between the two of us can't influence your position when we're out there," she says.
Garrus looks at her for a few seconds and his grip loosens. She thinks that her words resonated with him and she's ready to take a step back when he speaks.
"I won't."
Before she can answer, he aggressively throws her on the desk. The impact makes her belongings fall to the floor with a loud thud - now she's not just angry. She's absolutely fuming and ready to fight him.
Shepard steadies herself at the same time as his armor lands on the floor with a loud bang. Garrus is fast, much faster than her, and he's at her back before she can turn around to fight.
He aggressively slides down her panties.
"What are you…"
Shepard tries to wiggle her way out from his grip, but her efforts are futile. Not even Cerberus alterations can help her.
"You're right, Shepard," he purrs in her ear as his hands squeeze her hips. "I know my place on the battlefield. You can command me there, but here…"
She shivers, heat building in the pit of her stomach. His display of dominance is both arousing and fear-inducing, even for someone like her. And before she can react in any way, he slides inside her, making her wince. Without any pleasantries, he starts moving - deeply and forcefully - every stroke pushing her harder into the desk. Her body adjusts quickly, wetness spreading around him and collecting between her thighs.
Shepard's not used to anyone dominating her, not on the battlefield, and not in bed, so she tries to regain control. She attempts to push his hands away, but all it does is make him angrier. He closes one of his arms around her stomach. His movements are slow but forceful, and she moans involuntarily.
"You're sure you want me to let go?"
He's so full of himself.
"Yes," she says through gritted teeth, but somehow she begins to love this new dynamic.
One of his hands rests on her breast squeezing it hard and she gasps. Her legs are slowly starting to tremble and she makes one more futile attempt to free herself, but she knows it's just for show at this point.
"I don't think so," Garrus whispers and licks her neck.
She rests her head on his arm, but he catches her chin between his talons and turns it in his direction. Shepard is unsure if she recognizes him anymore. He's more of a predator now than anything else, and she whimpers as he leaves her body and then fills it to the brim with a loud slam.
He licks her lips and she opens her mouth for their tongues to meet, but instead, he bites into her arm. It's dumbfounding and painful, and she struggles to get herself out of his grip, but the blood turns her into a prey. He pushes into her faster, his talon clutching on her with no care for the sensitivity of human skin.
Shepard read articles on Turian sex and mating rituals, but she'd never expected Garrus would cross this line with her. She was wrong.
His movements become more rapid and a dangerous rumble leaves his mouth as he lifts her off the ground and smashes them into the wall. She's completely locked in, her face resting on the cold wall of the cabin as he pumps into her with increasing force, and she can't do anything but moan louder and louder.
It's nasty, primal, and overbearing, and she comes suddenly, breath catching in her throat and legs giving up.
She doesn't even get to ride out her orgasm when he retracts and lifts her again, this time throwing her on the bed. Shepard is trying to collect herself, but he's forcing her thighs apart, his mandibles stroking the inside of her thigh.
She's still sensitive and it takes one stroke of his tongue for her back to arch. Good thing they're not deadly allergic to one another because Turian tongues are longer, bigger, and stronger than human ones, and he's lapping at her with such devotion that she screams trying to hold onto his fringe.
He hums from in-between her legs, his movements frenzied as he grips on her hips and turns her on the stomach. She tries to support herself on the arms, but her muscles are giving up and she only manages to grasp on the sheets as he enters her once again.
These are deep, hard strokes that will leave her thighs obliterated and her insides panting. She comes again and he follows seconds after, retracting and finishing on her back.
She's a complete mess, her body first rattled by combat and now by Garrus, and she forces herself to lie on her back as he stands up. She could happily drift off to sleep as he quickly walks to the bathroom, but she stays in the standby mode until he returns. He seems stressed out as he presses a warm towel to her arm, washing off dried blood.
"I'm sorry Shepard," he mumbles, "That's what happens when you get into life-death situations."
He tries to joke, but she knows he means it. She strokes his mandible.
"Nothing some medi-gel won't fix, huh?"