"Hey, Shepard. I think I'm gonna go, uh... walk around for a while." said Garrus when they exited the elevator to the Presidium. He knew what she was going to talk to Anderson about and didn't want to be there.
"Ok, Garrus. Meet us back on the Normandy when you're ready." She was walking between them. Thane still had on his blank expression, but he'd allowed his arms to relax at his side.
Garrus nodded and took the next path that veered off the one they were on. It didn't matter where it went. He just wanted to get away. He ended up in Flux, flirting with the red-headed human bar tender. He didn't find her as attractive as Shepard. But her hair reminded him of her. She laughed at his jokes, even the bad ones. It was part of the job. After a while an asari sat on the stool next to him. She ordered a tall glass of pink liquor and took a few sips before she turned to Garrus.
"So, what's a handsome turian like you doing in a place like this?" She leaned toward him, batting her lashes.
Garrus was a little surprised to be the one getting hit on. He figured she was probably drunk.
"I, uh, just needed a drink." He played with the glass of blue liquid in his claws. He tried not to notice how much of her breasts were exposed to him. Her dress was rather revealing.
"Just a drink, hu?" She teased him with a gentle touch on his upper arm. He didn't pull away. "I think you could use a little... attention, too. Don't you?" She smiled at him. Her voice was sweet, and sultry. So was her body.
Garrus looked at her, stunned at her forwardness with him. She was very attractive. Her skin was a light blue that complemented the almost silver color of her eyes. He scalp was littered with iridescent scales. The rosey paint on her lips and chin drew attention to her mouth. Then he noticed her breasts again. They were hard to miss, almost hanging out of the cream colored robe she wore. The stomach area was also exposed, showing off her tight muscles and the dip of her belly button. He suddenly felt an intense desire to lick that belly button. His blood was hot in his veins. Maybe it was the alcohol, but he felt a fire building in his gut.
"I, uh... Do you have something in mind, Miss...?" He'd turned his body toward hers now. She slithered her hands into his lap.
"I do. Why don't you come and see it? It's a lovely apartment with a view of the nebula. I think you'd like it."
"I don't usually go to apartments with strange women." He said, trying to regain some sobriety.
"I should hope not." She teased. "I don't usually take strange men home. There's something special about you, though. Don't worry, I'm not a prostitute. I'm just looking for a good time, and you seem to need one, too." She winked at him. He remembered the Ardat-Yakshi.
"Are you gonna fry my brain?" he asked flatly, not that he expected her to tell him if she was.
"What?" She pulled away from him. "No." She shook her head. "I'm not... one of those... creatures." She studied him. "How do you know about that?"
"I helped take one out."
"Oh, well, I'm glad I'm just interested in your pants, then." She returned her hands to his lap.
"What do ya say we get outta here?" He wrapped an arm around her waist. She smiled and led him to the nearest transport terminal.
It was a small, but nicely decorated apartment. There was a lot of sliver and pink decor. The bed, however was black satin. That's where she was standing now. There was soft music playing over the surround sound of the apartment. It had a steady, sensual beat. Garrus walked toward her, wrapping his arms around her trim frame. She caressed his fridge and kissed his mouth, letting him explore hers with his long, slender tongue.
"Sit there." She nodded to a leather chair opposite the foot of the bed. Intrigued, he took a seat. The asari slowly danced her way out of the dress she wore to the beat of the music.
Garrus became increasingly uncomfortable with the restrictions of his armor. He shifted in his seat. He watched her intently as she let the garment puddle around her feet. She wore only her skin beneath. He started digging his talons into the arm of the chair, absently when the asari slithered onto the bed. When she'd positioned herself to face him, displaying her body to him she whispered to him,
"Why don't you take off that armor and join me here..." She patted the space on the bed next to her.
It didn't take him long to comply. He lay next to her, grazing her blue skin with his talons, careful not to draw blood. She caressed his body in fluid motions, working her way down to his turian member.
"Most asari just use their ability to use nerve impulses," she moaned to him. "I like to feel the strong, hard, power of a man with in me..." She stroked him with each descriptive word.
Garrus was ready to pounce, but the asari took the initiative. Like water washing over him, she was sliding herself onto him. A loud moan singing from her lips as she took all of him into her. Garrus arched his body in response to hers. His mandibles twitched and he groaned with pleasure. His talons were on her hips as she rode him. He could see himself stroking the inside of her body as her skin rose and fell around his presence.
She brought her mouth to his, licking his lips, beaconing his tappered tongue to come out and play. He obliged her. He explored her lips, her mouth, her tongue. She tasted sweet, like fruit. He thrust himself hard into her. She cried out and dug her nails into his plated shoulders. He growled with primal desire. He used his superior strength against her to take the dominate position. He thrust himself deeper into her body, listening to her scream in ecstacy, watching her breasts bounce with his force. He grasped one in his talons to lick her hardened nipples. It made her call out to her goddess. He let one talon peirce her flesh and drag down her ribs. Her back arched into him as a small trickle of blood seeped from the wound. She wrapped her legs around his body and pulled herself up to face him. She kissed him deeply, as best she could. One of his teeth caught her tongue.
"Oh, how I love a bit of pain with pleasure." she purred. "Are you ready to embrace eternity?"
"As long as it dosen't kill me." He had his talons on her ass, spreading her open for his access. Her eyes when black and a shock of rapture flooded his senses. He could feel how he made her feel. She could likely feel how she was making him feel. It was like nothing he'd ever experienced. His carnal desires over took his mind. He dominated her, fucking her as hard and deep as he could. He could hear her screaming in her ecstacy. His own growls vibrating the room. His plates were scratching her, drawing blood. The sent of it all drove him close to the edge, but he held back. He'd never gotten the asari's in his mind he imagined the asari was Shepard.
The satin sheets were stained with little drops of blood and soaked with her orgasms. They'd been going at it for nearly two hours. The asari had long since lost the ability to move her body. All her strength was drained from her. She'd lost concentration and lost the neral link between them, but that hadn't stopped him. She couldn't think clearly enough to tell him to stop, that he was hurting her. She just moaned and screamed. Garrus had her legs pushed wide, a taloned hand on each thy as he pounded away. He was using all his hate, his frustration, anger, passion and love and channeling it into her body.
He paid little attention when she'd finally gone limp from exhaustion. Instead he flipped her over with a grunt, and spread her cheeks wide to accept him anally. She was to weak to resist him. He used her hips as leverage. He could feel her ripping, but he didn't care. She wasn't Shepard, so he didn't care. In a fit of rage and bestial need, he sunk his teeth into the meat of her back shoulder by the neck. He herd her cry out in surprise and pain. It sent him over the edge and he filled her with his orgasm. He bit down harder, her blood pooled in his mouth. When he'd finished he realized she'd passed-out from the pain. Luckily she would be too drunk to remember him and couldn't press charges. He cleaned up in her shower. He felt ashamed of himself. What he'd allowed himself to do. In the privacy of a stranger's shower floor, Garrus cried silent, shuttering, bitter tears.