Epilogue
He lazily opened his eyes, his face gracelessly squished against the soft fabric of the bed. First, he realized that he was laying on the stomach. Then, a sharp pain spread out through his entire back, his brain prickled by the sensation of having been mauled by some kind of beast. He threw his arm around his back and touched a soft and cool cloth that covered the painful mark under his shoulder bone. He identified the cloth as being a bandage... But for what ?
He looked around, still laying stark naked and flat on his stomach, his eye darting around a room. He was unsettled by waking up in a room he didn't recognized. His gaze fell on a furious-looking miniature krogan that was silently judging him, like an executionner gauging the worth of his new victim, from a throne made of colorful books. The rotound krogan was familiar looking. He was sure he saw that plush before.
A sudden moment of clarity gave him the answer he was looking for, and even more.
Realizing he woke up in the bed of his turian partner with whom he just spent the night fooling around in a half-drunk, half-conscious but very horny state, he shivered as he relieved with a delightful but haunting exactitude the events of the previous night. The echoes of her moans ringed in his ears, as the sharp pain on his back suddenly found an explanation. He heard something shuffling on the other side of the bed but couldn't dare to move a muscle.
His mind was pulled between two contrasting emotions : On one hand, he slept with his partner, an alien woman he came to deeply respect and greatly appreciate the company. The fact that they both enjoyed the night together was an agreable feeling. On the other hand, he slept with his partner, an alien woman he came to deeply respect and greatly appreciate the company. The fact that they both enjoyed the night together was a terrifying prospect. He heard the shuffling intensify on the other side of the bed. Suddenly feeling unsettled by the prospect of turning to face his partner – his lover. He simply looked at the dour-face red-eyed krogan that looked like he could really relax sometimes.
An epiphany, and he quietly muttered the answer he was looking for :
« Garr the Krogan Battlemaster from Captain Cosmic. »
A flanged voice, low and husky, answered him from the unseen side of the bed :
« Oh ? You're awake ? »
End.