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II. Blame it on the Alcohol

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"Excuse me." Garrus squinted at Shepard. Why did she say that? Well, it's actually fine that she said that, maybe she was trying to play hard to get like Turian women do. It wasn't what was said that bothered him. It wasn't even how it was said. It was the voice. Instead of being pleasantly soft and flirtatious, Vakarian heard it as a low and impatient grumble. Almost like a man's voice.

Oh my god. She's a transves-

His jumbled and borderline panicked thoughts were cut off by a largely masculine hand squeezing his shoulder. When the Turian brought his eyes to the owner of the hand, he sighed in relief audibly. The hand (and thankfully, the voice) belonged to the bouncer. Garrus knew this Krogan behemoth. Every time he had come here, the Krogan would be standing still as a statue, waiting for riff raff to disturb his alleyway peace. There would be no flirtatious or devious action of any kind outside of his dance club.

Shepard cleared her throat uncomfortably and placed both hands on Vakarian's abdomen, pushing him away from the potential crime scene. "Nothing to see here big guys, let's go." Garrus finally turned around to walk with his companion, still trying to get over the fact that he could have sworn Shepard might have been a man. It was still a strong possibility. It wasn't until he decided to look down at her that he realized by her "gaping mouthed" expression that he had been thinking aloud.

"Oh uh…sorry. I just heard his voice and I thought it came from you. Can't be too careful right?" He scratched his nose nervously and looked straight ahead. Ignoring what just happened, Shepard changed the subject back to the real issue at hand.

"So. I believe it was my turn. Have you ever had sex with a human?" She blinked up at him while they walked, or rather, stumbled down the alley together, casually grabbing the walls here and there for support. Garrus flinched, caught off guard by the resumption of his stupid game. He had only mentioned it to break the ice a little. He never thought his own idea would be twisted to interrogate himself. He should have known better. But I'm drunk! That's it, I'm blaming everything on the liquor.

Blaming her ridiculously scandalous demeanor on the amount of alcohol she consumed in a 3 hour period, she decided to go along with it. Shepard could barely handle what was happening, and she almost felt sorry for the poor Turian. He's probably never even considered the idea of getting with a human, much less found any of them attractive. In fact, she herself hadn't ever thought about Turians as anything other than a militant race with powerfully strick personalities. I bet he's repulsed by me. How do their women act when they're completely wasted? She sighed and slumped her shoulders forward in defeat. Intoxication mixed itself in her bloodstream, and she suddenly felt like laughing, crying, and yelling all at the same time. Not to mention her feet hurt. In fact, they hurt so much that she started to drag her toes with each step, slowing to a pace just a bit faster than a crawl.

"…Vakarian. I can't walk anymore. Why do my feet hurt so much? How long have we been walking?" She grabbed onto his arm for support while she steadied herself next to him. The unexpected weight on his left arm threw off his delicate balance and he flung his other arm out at a trash can next to him. Why do my feet hurt so much? He looked around in utter confusion. They were in a back alleyway of the Wards, nowhere near the dance club they'd come from. As he regained his footing as best he could, he smiled as realization hit him as to where they were.

"Come on, Shepard. Just a little further." He reached an arm around her waist once more, pulling her with him towards the end of the alley. A door blew open as they approached and they found themselves on a small, out of place balcony overlooking the remainder of the wards. Further than that was the outside of the presidium, with its high rising towers spread about with even spacing. Looking up, the vast arms of the Citadel loomed over their artificial sky through the oxygen barrier window. In the middle of the night cycle, the Citadel's skyways were cleared of their lustrously perfect, digitally generated clouds and replaced with a dauntingly open view of the rest of their galaxy.

Shepard gasped and left her companion's side to lean against the railing as if to get an even better view. If she could stare at the Citadel's tentacle-like structure above her for an entire day, she'd be happy. But the fact that she could see beyond the massive city scape, at the wonderfully open darkness dotted with pinpricks of light was more than what she could ever ask for. Even when almost black out drunk, she would never cease to appreciate that she could live freely among the stars.

"Why is this even here? This has to be my favorite place on the Citadel!" Her smile cut through the intoxicated Turian like a hot knife through butter. He was behind her now, and while she stared at the beautiful City scape, he gazed at the beautiful body in front of him. His eyes shamelessly travelled up and down her curves, resting at each hump along the way.

Why does the Alliance Navy issue their militant females such skin tight armor? Their males must go nuts on ships with them.

As if reading his mind, Shepard turned around and rested her elbows on the railing behind her, leaning back with her chest bumped towards him slightly. The movement was small, but it attracted his attention.

"No. No, I haven't ever had sex with a human female." He gulped down his rising temperature and shifted his weight to the other leg, subconsciously making room for a growing addition at the base of his armored chest piece. "Nor have I had sex on a balcony…" He huskily added as his hands reached out toward the open woman, wrapping around her back side and drawing her close. Heat rose to just beneath the plates on his face as he felt her grab onto his shoulders. She hoisted herself up onto the ledged railing and pretzeled both legs around his trim waist.

"Maybe we can fix both of those problems…as long as you don't let me fall." She breathed heavily as her body leaned in toward the armored male, closing her arms around his neck. She placed a hand on the back of his head, resting it at the base of his fringe, stroking and petting the rough hide. A low growl came from his stomach, up through his mouth and reverberated on her neck. Garrus nipped at the surprisingly soft flesh just behind her ear, garnering a few delightful shivers.

Strong Turian hands stroked her outer thighs while his mouth paused its nipping to tease her, "I don't see you falling any time soon by how you've curled your legs around me. Do all humans do this?"

"Some do I suppose – " She was cut off by her own sharp inhale of breath as she felt a rough tongue drag along the side of her neck. Hot words hit her ear drum like fire, "I know what my next question for you is." Her spine rippled in another shudder, stirring her whole body. She waited in anticipation with her hands gripped firmly on the back of Vakarian's neck. She watched him slowly close his eyes in pleasure, then open his mouth to affirm her suspicions.

"Do you want me, Shepard?"

Several minutes later, the two bodies had moved from their position along the balcony railing, to the cold floor at its base. The strong Turian had his prey trapped underneath him. The woman's legs were wrapped tightly around his waist while her arms were pinned to her sides.

"Well this isn't any fun since you've put your arms on the outsides of mine. How am I supposed to do anything?" Her lips pressed together into a pouting form that Garrus could only describe as 'cute'.

He nipped at her ear softly and whispered in between bites, "You're not having fun? This is the best time I've had in a while."

Shepard shivered at the feel of his hot breath against her cheek and adjusted her hips under him. Despite his wearing light armor, it wasn't the same as a standard C-Sec officer uniform. This particular outfit had less armor pieces to it – most likely for stealth enhancement. It didn't matter what it was for or why it didn't have as much protection. All she cared about at the moment was the fact that she could feel a surprisingly large lump against her pelvic bone. She wanted desperately to discover what exactly this tight fitting uniform was covering up. Her pinned arms made up for their inability to reach up at his face by making their way in between their bodies. They found the erogenous mass and began to rub slowly against the fabric. The body that it belonged to became rigid and tense. She rubbed with a little more pressure when she felt the breath at her ear hitch.

Garrus lowered his head further down, into her neck, while his hips began to grind against her hands. She inhaled sharply as the moving pressure of his groin humped steadily into her. Their shared arousal thickened.

"Move your arms, Vakarian." She gasped out to him through heavy breaths. He allowed her to bring her arms up and around his neck before tightening his forearms back at her sides, slightly under her shoulders. She rubbed and massaged his head and fringe with all 10 fingers, instilling a primal hunger in him that made him want her that much more. Growling into her hair, he leaned on one arm and reached down to the zipper at his body suit with the other. While he undid his uniform, Shepard took the opportunity to catch the Turian off guard. She pushed him to the side and rolled over him, straddling his waist. She beckoned him to continue his mission, then moved on to begin her own task of unzipping and unbuttoning her suit. Vakarian's fingers paused his zipper halfway down his chest as he watch with intensity while she slowly exposed her bare breasts to the air. Smooth, pale flesh shined in the hazy light of the presidium, high overhead.

He strengthened his resolve and hastily finished unzipping his uniform, lifting her butt from his groin to free the fully grown member trapped inside the rest of the suit. Shepard's small hands quickly pulled the thick shaft out, and stood above him, slipping out of her own tightly woven fabric.

Shepard suddenly remembered that she was extremely intoxicated due to the resulting headrush from standing so quickly. Hear head lulled to the side while she shakily finished her endeavor to rid herself of her awfully restricting clothes. When her body was naked and bare, she crawled back down to her nighttime lover.

"Shepard…I'm liking what I'm seeing." Vakarian flexed his mandibles in a Turian grin, and pulled the last of his torso piece off of his upper body.

He watched the woman's eyes move from shoulder to shoulder, face to chest muscles, stomach to lower abdomen. She realized at the same time he did that his pants were still on, which was a problem. 5 fingered hands moved to the hem of the soft fabric, pulling at the ends down toward his feet.

No sooner than when the pants had been removed did the enticed C-Sec officer understand his companion's human lust. She had risen quickly above the length of his throbbing member, and before he could even ask if she wanted it, her body lowered onto him, swallowing his cock whole.

The female above him writhed and arched her back in pure ecstasy, gasping at the girth of his massive member. He watched her body, enthralled by its slick and smooth form. His own pleasure was creeping up on him with incredible intensity, forcing him to grab her hips and keep her still while he rested. He attempted to clear his mind, but she wasn't allowing him to think and any inkling of brain activity fizzled out as she resumed her magical hip movements. Why didn't I ever think to try this sooner?

Once again, his thought was drowned out into nothing at the feel of her wet folds moving and squeezing around him. It took all of his strength and willpower not to explode right then and there. He focused what little he had left of his sanity on the movements of her wondrous hips on top of him. Garrus barely felt her hands grab his wrists to pull them up enough for his fingers to reach two small bumps of extremely soft flesh. At the surprising new feel, he opened his pleasure glazed eyes to see his hands on each of her perfect breasts, holding their pliable masses as her body bounced rhythmically against him. Teeth gritted together for the male while the female counterpart held her mouth open as their sexes braced and quivered for climax. Shepard fell to Garrus's chest and gripped at his shoulder bones. She brought her lips crashing down on the alien's mouth plates, holding him captive as her thighs shook with her rippling orgasm. Garrus gasped at the new touch and rolled his eyes back before closing them in order to feel his own intense rush. The new wetness of the woman's orgasm brought his own sex to its breaking point and he bucked his hips as the girth pumped waves of hot fluid deep into her. He felt the lips part against his face as her tongue entered into his mouth, rushing him with an overload of senses.

Shepard began to pull herself off of his body when his pupils shrank and his mind came back. He grabbed her arms and held her in place, closing his eyes to regain composure before speaking.

"Just…just stay there. For a bit." Shepard made an 'o' with her mouth before settling back, pushing Garrus's still-hard member deeper into her. She earned a tonal groan from her lover, but froze when she felt what he had been talking about. The Turians' anatomy was becoming more apparent to her as she realized that his cock had inflated, proving difficult to hold it together. An intoxicated fever overtook her, giving her the second wind that was to be expected with this surprise. She began moving her hips once more, gasping and moaning at the expanded girth of the intrusion within her. It stretched her opening enough to speed her heart beat, and leave her wanting more.

Vakarian squeezed her arms in reflex and growled and pleaded with strain for her to stop. Not that it hurt, it was just too much for him. He was already extremely sensitive, and this was the icing on the cake. He was experiencing a sensory overload, and he couldn't take it anymore. He felt her cum once again, her head thrown back and the muscles surrounding his cock pulsing and tightening around him. His body jerked as a second orgasm shot its way through him, exiting in the form of more fluid leaking into her now sweat covered body. As if this wasn't enough, he witnessed her hand move to the small bead of flesh above her lipped opening. Her fingers rubbed softly, causing her to scream in pleasure while her insides drenched his cock. A mixture of both of their cum leaked out around his now throbbing and pulsating member, pooling underneath them.

Shepard collapsed on top of his heaving chest, quivering and shaking in unsurmountable pleasure.

Gasping as if he had the wind knock out of his lungs, Garrus wrapped his arms around the woman's back. Stars floated into his periphery as he tried to blink them away. Everything around them rushed back into their heads while they came out of their sexual high. Sky cars honked their horns in the distance, and a faint whistling sound from nearby household air units made its way to their ears.

Still breathing heavily, Vakarian mustered up the strength to whisper to his companion.

"I'm tired, Shepard. Let's go inside." He almost laughed at the occurrence that followed. Shepard looked at him with fierce eyes, and proclaimed with an authoritative tone, "Don't you dare tell me that this is your balcony, and that we could have been inside this whole time on a comfortable bed instead of this awful concrete flooring?!" The Turian's mandibles flexed and squeezed against Garrus's face in a teasing defeat.

"Maybe." He thought for a second, then added coyly, "I had to christen the balcony at some point. But regardless of where we are, doesn't it make you happy to know there's a nicely made bed for us to fall asleep in?"

"…It better have silk sheets." Shepard grumbled as she lifted her body up, offering her hands to the Turian. He grabbed their discarded clothes and placed his hand on a small panel at the foot of the wall. Cracks appeared in the shape of a door to the right of the railing, opening to reveal a dark, cavern of a room.

Much to her surprise, the room lit up as they entered, revealing a larger, more spacious living room than what she had initially expected. Relief reflected on her face as Vakarian saw her sprint for the now lit bathroom, returning with a satisfied expression and a roll of Bath paper for him. The man took it gratefully and made his way into the bathroom for his own turn at cleaning up.

As the couple laid in the now rustled bed, they relished in the feeling of having a warm body next to them. Each was unaware of the other's similar thoughts, and the two drifted off to sleep, their forms twisted and comfortable against eachother.

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Garrus woke the next morning, cold and alone. Struggling in his grogginess to remember if the night before was a dream, he patted the other side of the bed lazily. Coming up empty handed, he groaned at the headache forming just behind his eye sockets. Another lost night. Why do I even bother? The liquor was hardly worth it, and the memory of one night alone with a beautiful woman seared holes in his brain. He'd be better off settling for a Krogan woman who knew how to cook. Snickering at his insane thoughts, he rose out of bed, picking up pieces of his armor strewn about the floor.

Resolving to once again forget the previous night, he began his morning routine before work.

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