I don't think I could ever grow tired of waking up with Garrus.
It's the only time he ever looks completely at ease, totally relaxed. It's honestly adorable, and for a nearly seven-foot apex predator and sniper, that seems like quite a feat.
The only other look I like on him more is that utter bliss when his cock is in my throat. And that thought makes my mouth go dry instantly. The throb between my legs becoming a physical demand, my instincts and primal urges demanding that I act on it, put that look on him right goddamn now.
I want to keep him asleep as long as possible, but that's not a small challenge with someone who has super senses. I move as slowly as I can and focus on the steady rhythm of his deep breaths, the almost snores that make me want to giggle. I manage to pull the blanket back from his waist without disturbing him and get face to face with his morning wood.
Human penises have their merit, but they aren't pretty. And maybe it's just because his is so exotic, but I find Garrus' cock damn beautiful. The deep blue color, the swirling ridges, the defined sweep of the head. Someone should paint these things.
Not daring to risk climbing between his legs, I move onto my knees so that I'm sideways on the bed. I make sure to sweep my hair over my shoulder so that he'll be able to see my face when he does wake up; I want him to watch.
He only sighs softly when I kiss the tip gently, testing the waters. A soft moan escapes when I flick my tongue over the very tip. His whole leg twitches when I run my tongue gently along the underside of the crest, savoring the sweet taste of his natural lube. I'm starting to wonder if he's ever going to wake up, only moaning again when I mouth the lush head and swirl my tongue around it.
I'm certain he's awake when I hear his breath catch, and I look up to find blue eyes blinking, dazed for a moment. When Garrus realizes what he's seeing, what's happening, a fire ignites in his gaze. "Ah, fuck, Elle," he moans, one hand threading into my hair. "Woke up hungry, did you?"
I manage a laugh without letting him out of my mouth and then dive on deeper, relishing the feel of his thick shaft sliding over my tongue. He growls and throws his head back, his spine arching to give me more of his cock.
"Shepard," he whispers, writhing already. "Let me cum inside you."
A shudder runs down my spine, lust igniting in my blood. I let him out of my mouth with a pop that satisfies that hell out of me and then straddle his lap instead of letting him take the lead. I grab his cock and hold his shaft steady, taking a firm grip so I can grind against his length. Garrus' eyes blaze and flash when I moan at the feel of his cock against my clit.
"So beautiful," he whispers, raising his hands to cup my breasts. His expert tugging on my nipples sets my blood on fire, and the throb between my legs becomes nearly painful, relieved only by the massage of his cock. "Shepard, come on, baby. Fuck me," he groans, tugging at my waist now in an effort to pull me onto him.
"Someday, I'll have the self-control needed to make you really beg," I tell him breathlessly. I have the willpower to do just about anything and convince almost anyone to follow me, but I am damn weak when it comes to a naked Garrus. And I'm not the least bit sorry or ashamed about it.
Garrus helps me steady my hips when I raise above his length but then pulls his hands away, holding onto the pillow behind his head. He gives me an intense look, making it clear that he meant what he said and wants me to fuck him. To take control. It's kind of a rush, being given the lead by someone as dominant as Garrus.
It's not an opportunity I'm going to miss.
We both cry out when I drop my hips, my body taking his length much easier than it did the very first time I tried that move. His cock still stretches me to the point of pain, but the pleasure overwhelms that now, letting me enjoy the extended curve of his shaft that presses him right where I need him.
I lean forward a little, pressing my hands into his chest for leverage and holding onto the edge of his carapace to prevent the rounded shape from getting in the way. Garrus grunts softly every time my ass meets his thighs, and when I grind against him, I watch intense blue eyes close with bliss. It's more pressure than I anticipated, being in the lead, and I feel acutely aware of how much of me Garrus can see from his angle below me.
"You look incredible," he informs me, my eyes popping open in shock that he's managed to read my mind. I can see that Garrus is restraining himself, his arms tight, and his mandibles pulled against his face, but his eyes track all over me, blazing heat.
It's the confidence boost I needed to just let my instincts take over. My hips start pumping all their own, driving Garrus' cock hard inside me and rubbing against the ridge on his pelvic plates to send heat surging from my clit. Listening to Garrus' moans and growls, feeling his groans vibrate under my hands, only makes my own pleasure surge.
I feel nearly mindless, giving him everything that I'm worth. I need more, just a little bit more...something. The orgasm is there, just evading me by moments, and a frustrated growl escapes me while my ass smacks off his thighs.
"I've got you," Garrus purrs, reaching up and wrapping his arms around me. He uses the hold to pull me down, my arms slipping around his neck, and my face landing against his throat. It's a good thing I'm holding on because Garrus pins me to him and then starts to drill me, lifting his hips to fuck me senseless at a place I never could have hoped to match.
It's what I needed, sending me reeling and screaming for him in moments. Garrus gives a violent growl, pumping right through my orgasm and then exploding into me with his own. When he slows, he doesn't pull out and doesn't let me go, only lifting one hand and using that to run the talons through my hair.
"Good morning," he sighs happily after a few moments of panting.
A laugh explodes from me along with a swell of emotion, and I tilt my head to kiss his throat. "Good morning, indeed. If this is the only time we get to do this, it's worth it."
"Don't do that," he scolds, tightening his hold on me. "You're either already planning to get rid of me or thinking that we're not coming out of today. I don't want to hear it, either way."
"And here I thought I was the Commander," I tease him.
Garrus laughs and drops one hand to smack my ass playfully. "You're the Commander out there, but we both know who's in charge in here."
"Hey, speaking of which." I lean up onto my elbows to give him a mock glare. "Don't think I don't know you were topping from the bottom, big guy. I'm not the other dumb chicks you've dated."
"I've never dated anyone else, so you've got to be the only dumb chick."
He yelps and jumps when I poke his waist, dissolving into the free laugh of his that I like so much. I can't help joining in, both of us fading into a fit of laughter while I try to tickle him; the Turian manages to both hold me at bay and squirm out from under me so that I end up at arm's length and restrained.
"Elle, wait, stop," he manages, eyes sparkling at me. "I don't know what a chick is."
My head falls back when I belly laugh, and I stop fighting, slumping to the pillows and succumbing to the laugh I so badly need. Garrus can't seem to escape this case of the giggles either, and we lay there laughing like fools until my eyes are watering and my stomach hurts.
"OK. Now comes Joker over the intercom to tell us it's time to gear up for Ilos." I laugh, and we both wait for what feels like a full minute...but no Joker. It's a relief, honestly, to know that I don't have to be ready to face all that just yet.
As long as we stay here, inside this safe little bubble of peace we've created in bed and in my quarters, Garrus and I are untouchable. There's no crazed, power-drunk Turian helping sapient killer machines destroy our universe. Just naked laughing and excellent sex.
"You OK?" Garrus asks, taking my hand where it rests on the bed between us.
"Yeah. Really good, actually. We need a vacation when this is all done."
Garrus laughs. "I can hide you away in my apartment for a few days, how about that?"
"Oh, I'm holding you do that, Vakarian. When Saren is done, and we're back on the Citadel...you owe me a hiding spot." I lean over him and quickly kiss his cheek. "Now...how about a shower?"
It's hard to be stressed out, even while approaching Ilos and all the unknowns awaiting us. I can't even manage to be anxious about facing Saren's fleet with just the Normandy.
I woke up with Elle Shepard sucking my dick, devouring my cock like it was the best thing she'd ever had in her mouth. I'm walking on air, Saren and the Geth and the Reapers be damned. If it means getting a chance to repeat this morning again, ever, I'm not letting them get in the way.
After gearing up, I head for the cockpit and find Tali, Alenko, and Joker chatting. Navigator Pressly is there but doesn't have much to say; he never does when the aliens are around, and I'm aware that I'm his least favorite by virtue of being a Turian.
Liara arrives just as I do, and I offer her a smile before taking the seat beside Joker. He flashes a smile, well aware that he interrupted me in the shower with Shepard less than an hour ago. He's not aware that I was happily feasting on our Commander at the time, though. And if he ever becomes of aware of how damn good she tastes, I'll kill him.
"I understand why the flotilla is so hard to reach, but at times like this," Tali sighs, "I wish I could talk to my father. It doesn't feel right, not...well, you know."
She doesn't want to say that she wanted to say goodbye, but we all know it.
"I didn't have anyone to reach out to either," Liara laments, her voice soft. "Kaidan, were you able to reach your family? They're on Earth, right?"
"They are and yes," he answers from somewhere behind me. I kind of wish he could find out what I was doing before coming out here; then, he'd have a reason for that sour look that always seems to be painted onto his face. "My father served in the Alliance, so they get it. They're supportive."
I glance over at Joker, who is fiddling with controls he doesn't need to be fiddling with. "Did you talk to your mom and sister?"
"Mom, yeah. She's OK, but, uh... didn't want to worry my sister." I nod, understanding that. Joker has a sixteen-year-old half-sister; I wouldn't have wanted my teen sister to know if I was barreling toward a potential suicide mission either.
"Did you speak to your family, Garrus?" Tali asks.
I wince. She's only asking to be kind, but it's not the sort of conversation I want to have with everyone present. "I emailed my sister."
"Email? That's not very personal," Kaidan notes, his voice mildly lecturing. It sets me on edge but doesn't annoy me nearly as much as it would have on any other day.
The blowjob magic is still in effect.
"Yeah, well. My sister will tell my mother if she's upset, and I don't want that."
The words are barely out before I regret them. "Why don't you want your mom to know?" Liara's question is just as innocent as Tali's was, but I wish they could just leave it be. There is something to be said for being lonely and keeping a distance from people who might ask this sort of question.
Of course, now that it's been asked, it would be rude if I ignored it. "My mom... she's sick. I don't like to stress her out anymore than I absolutely have to."
The room falls quiet for a moment, the way it always does when people find out about my mom. They don't know what to say to someone with a dying parent. I don't ever really know what I want them to say, either.
"You did the right thing." Pressly chiming in surprises me enough that I turn to face him, just to make sure I'm not hearing things. He isn't looking at me or at anyone else in the room full of people who are now staring at him. "My mother was sick for a long time. Saying goodbye is for us, not them. Better not to stress your mom."
"Thanks," I manage around my shock. It's the most he's ever said to me and definitely the most personal bit of information he's ever even come close to revealing.
"Ah, shit." Joker snaps me out of the surprise, something blinking ominously on his sensors, and his fiddling now has a more serious tone to it. Some of the other navigators start mumbling, as well. "Commander is coming."
"What?"
"Shepard always shows up exactly when I need her to," Joker explains. "Watch." Without looking, and before I hear anything, he calls, "Hey, Commander? We got company."
"What's up, Joker?" A laugh escapes me, and Joker smirks, Shepard strolling into the cockpit exactly when she was needed, just like he predicted. She gives us both a look but stands behind Joker, her shoulders squared in a signal that she's all business.
Joker doesn't need to explain himself when the Geth ships come into view. Fortunately, the one ship that I don't see is Sovereign. That asshole of a ship could definitely ruin my blowjob glow.
"Have their sensors picked us up yet?" Liara asks.
"Stealth system engaged. Unless we get close enough for a visual, they won't have any idea we're here," Joker assures us. It seems pretty hard for me to believe that some of these ships can't see us as long as windows exist.
Pressly piles on the bad news. "Picking up some strange readings from the planet's surface."
"Take us in, Joker," Shepard orders. "Lock in on the coordinates."
"Negative on that, Commander," Pressly argues. "The nearest landing zone is two klicks away."
Kaidan scoffs. "We'll never make it in time on foot. Get us something closer." Pressly clearly does not like that and snaps at him that he's already looked for somewhere closer.
"Can you drop us in the Mako?" I suggest.
"You need at least one hundred meters of open space to pull off a drop like that. The closest I can find to Saren is twenty." Pressly is really a mood killer today.
"Find another landing zone," Kaidan urges.
"There is no other landing zone." I'm waiting for the sound of the navigator punching the biotic human at his point.
I turn to look at Joker while they argue it, his gaze intent, and his brain clearly working on the options already. "What do you think, Joker? You got this?"
He gives a short nod to me but doesn't say anything, not yet. I can see him shifting, just slightly. He cuts off another argument from Kaidan and announces, "I can do it."
Shepard steps closer. "Joker?"
"I can do it," he repeats.
Shepard glances at me, and I eye the pilot. If he fails at this, if Pressly is right and this is a suicide drop, not only will the mission fail, and I'll die...but Shepard will die. The loss is unacceptable. And I'm not worried. I nod to Shepard, just slightly, and she returns it.
"Vakarian, Tali, gear up and head down to the Mako," our Commander orders. "Joker. You drop us right on top of that bastard, you got me?"
"Yes, ma'am. Won't let you down."
"You never do." I watch the pilot straighten with pride as she and Tali start to march away. When I stand to follow them, I pat his shoulder firmly but without the possibility of breaking him.
"Thanks, big guy."
"Anytime, buddy."
I catch up to Shepard and Tali in the elevator, two of them snapping their mouths shut and Shepard flushing the moment I step inside. They couldn't possibly be more obvious, and I have no doubt that they were just talking about me.
"Please, don't stop on my account," I tease them. Shepard rolls her eyes and grins at me. I'm man enough to admit that I want to know what they were saying about me, but I choose to believe it was all good. I don't doubt that Shepard shares details that she probably shouldn't with the Quarian, but it's not like I have anything to be ashamed about.
"We're ready for this, right?" Tali asks, fidgeting a little. "I mean...I feel like we're ready. But I'd really like to, ya know, not die."
Shepard barks out a laugh, and I can't help chuckling. "Not dying is a solid goal. But we're ready. The three of us are getting drinks on the Citadel when this is over, by the way," Shepard tells us with all the confidence I expect from her. "It's on Garrus."
"Garrus would expect nothing less," I quip as the elevator releases us. I'm already in my armor and only need to worry about grabbing my rifle, which I left in my locker.
Wrex is standing nearby while Shepard and Tali head for the Mako. "Vakarian," the Krogan growls as I approach. "You have got to be the worst Turian I've ever met."
"You know, I'm going to take that as a compliment from you."
"You should." Wrex stands and extends a massive hand toward me. "I'd fight by your side any time."
I feel something start to swell in my chest and grasp his hand before giving it too much thought. "Same here, Wrex. And I'll kick your ass anytime, too."
He laughs at that and smacks my shoulder before heading toward the elevator. I realize that he was waiting here for me, but I don't want to think about that too much either. I grab my rifle, double-check my ammo, and head for the Mako just as Joker confirms we're approaching.
Shepard is behind the wheel, and she blinks at me when I yank the driver's side door open. "What are you doing?"
"Driving," I answer simply.
"Oh, thank goodness," Tali mutters from the backseat, earning a sharp stare from Shepard. "Sorry."
"Shepard, I adore you - this is not a secret," I inform him, leaning on the door. "There's no one in the galaxy more amazing. But you drive like an absolute lunatic, and we need to make a really precise drop. I don't want to die in this tank." I throw in a smile just for her and add, "I happen to have memories I rather enjoy in this tank."
"Oh, Keelah, you two did gross things back here, didn't you?"
Shepard laughs, her shoulders relaxing, and I know immediately that I've won. She finally rolls her eyes and then slides over on the bench seat. "Don't think you won't owe me for this, Vakarian."
"Shepard, I genuinely look forward to making that payment when we survive this whole thing."
That keeps her smiling as the tank roars to life under us, and the bay starts to open, Joker preparing to make a drop that he shouldn't be able to make so that we can start a battle we shouldn't be able to win. I have a moment when it hits me, the reality of how unlikely we are to walk away from this unscathed. With anyone other than Shepard, I'd have to at least consider bailing - Turian or not.
"Hey." She reaches across the seat and sets her hand on my thigh. "We've got this. Me and you."
"Always," I promise her, reaching out to tug her earlobe. The way her emerald eyes sparkle is all the incentive I need. "Alright, Joker. Let's do this."