Garrus lifted her up, and Casey wrapped her legs around his slender waist. He kissed her with more passion and lust than she'd ever experienced before. This was as good as she'd imagined. No. Better. Her back was against the wall, and she allowed his tongue to explore her mouth. His hands, first on her back, had now moved to her behind, where he grasped her against him fiercely. She felt a hardness press against her, and felt light-headed.
Garrus carried Casey to the bed, and lay her down on top of all the paperwork. He leaned over her, just staring into her eyes for a moment, then he spoke. "I don't want to rush you...I mean...if you want to stop here..."
Casey smiled, she wasn't embarrassed anymore. Not now. "Garrus, I've wanted this for a long time. Shut up, and take your clothes off."
He grinned, and leaned in to kiss her again. Casey took the opportunity to begin unbuttoning his shirt, quickly pulling it off him. She stared. This was the first time she'd seen a Turian without his shirt on (unless you counted the Fornax magazine). Garrus' skin was firm, and he was much more muscular than she'd realised. She ran her finger over his chest, pleasantly surprised to find it wasn't quite as rough as it looked.
He was already unzipping her dress, and removed it quickly. He looked down at her body. I must look so Alien, Casey couldn't help but think. But then she saw the look in his eyes and knew Garrus wasn't shocked or disgusted. There was no mistaking this look: he was turned on.
His mouth was on hers, and the urgency was back. He tugged at her bra, and his deft fingers unhooked it from her body within seconds. The cool air felt good against her hot skin, and her nipples hardened. Garrus began to kiss her neck, and continued to travel down towards her breasts. His kisses were hungry: he was tasting her. He reached up with one hand and began stroking one of her breasts, gently at first, as though frightened it would break. Casey let out a little moan as his fingers stroked her skin, and this seemed to spur him on. Now he rubbed her nipple, squeezing it and releasing it, and clearly revelling in the noises Casey made when he did this. His mouth was on her other breast now, and he delicately ran his tongue across her swollen nipple. She was going crazy! She needed him now.
When he came up to kiss her mouth again, she reached down between his legs. He was still dressed from the waist down, but she could feel him. He was big. A shiver of excitement ran through her, and she stroked the length of him through his clothes. He kissed her more vigorously, and allowed her hand to roam to his zipper. She undid it, and released him. She couldn't see what he looked like yet, but reached out to touch him.
Wow! He was hard as a rock, though the skin itself was softer than she'd imagined: just a little rougher than a human man. She felt the ridges that ran along the shaft with a little gasp of delight. He'd stopped kissing her now, he was enjoying her fingers too much. This gave her the chance to take a peek at what she was dealing with. It was beautiful, the same tone as his skin, long, and thick. He looked into her eyes, his pupils were almost completely dilated.
His fingers were on her now, and he ripped her panties off like they were made of tissue paper. He was watching her, and Casey wondered whether he'd ever seen a human woman naked before. He was certainly staring, but not with confusion it would seem, as within moments one of his beautifully long fingers had slid inside her. She was so wet, and he stroked the walls of her pussy gently, in a rhythm that made her virtually shake with pleasure. Now he added another finger, and Casey was vaguely aware that while making sure she was enjoying it, he may have been trying to see how wide she was. Was he worried about fitting? She wasn't. She couldn't wait.
Her hand, still on his throbbing cock, began to gently move backwards and forwards. And she heard him let out a quiet groan of pleasure. His movements inside her became more forceful. She met his pace, and for a moment there were no sounds except their own gasping breaths. Then Garrus spoke, though this seemed difficult while Casey worked her magic.
"Now. I need to have you now."
Casey almost climaxed right then, to hear Garrus say those words, but she simply nodded, a wicked grin playing on her lips. She watched as Garrus fully removed his clothes, and positioned himself at her entrance.
She'd never felt so much anticipation in her life. She wanted him inside her, more than anything in the world. Slowly, too slowly, he began to ease himself in, and she gasped out as the wonderful ridges stroked her insides. He was on top of her, and as his hips got closer to her legs, she realised he was almost fully inside her. She'd never felt more filled up in her life. I can never go back to human men now, she thought with a smile.
Garrus, clearly pleased that he'd managed to get in without causing her any pain, began to slowly pull himself out, then push in again. It was wonderful, and Casey loved it, but she wanted more. She knew he was holding back. Garrus' movements were controlled, to the point of being military. She reached up and stroked his fringe. He froze. "Don't do that," he breathed, but then his body said something else, as he began to move faster in and out. So it does work! Casey thought excitedly, continuing the long strokes.
Garrus was less controlled now, but within seconds he grabbed her hands. "Stop," he panted.
"Why?" Casey asked playfully.
"It feels too good, and I don't want to hurt you."
Casey put her hands on his face, stroking his skin gently. "You won't. Stop holding back, I want you to do everything you've ever wanted to do to me."
That seemed to spark off something, and a wicked grin spread across Garrus' face. Without another word he pulled out of her. He took Casey's hands and sat her up, then turned her over so she was on all fours. She felt him position himself behind her, and slid, much more quickly, back inside. Then he began to fuck her. There was no other way to describe it, this wasn't sex anymore, it was fucking. He held on to her waist tightly, and controlled the movements completely. Casey gasped and groaned in pleasure, and she could hear similar noises coming from Garrus.
This was exactly what she'd wanted. Garrus Vakarian was fucking her, harder and rougher than she'd ever been fucked before. He was in control: she was entirely at his mercy. As these thoughts circled in her mind, she felt a pressure inside her beginning to build.
Garrus Vakarian is inside me right now.
He held onto her hips now, forcing her to move as he wanted.
Garrus wanted me, he wants me. All this time.
He leaned forwards, his body resting on top of hers, and gently bit her neck. She felt his tongue against her skin, heard his breath against her ear, and it was all too much. She climaxed harder and longer than she ever had before, so much so that she could barely keep herself on her knees. Garrus slowed, and pulled out, gently turning her onto her back. "You ok?" He breathed, leaning over her, but not inside her yet.
Casey nodded, she could barely talk. Garrus smiled, and leaned in to kiss her. She felt him pressing against her, and used her hand to guide him back inside.
Garrus was making love now, this was slow, gentle, but wonderful. He never took his eyes off her.
When Casey woke up, Garrus was watching her. She forgot where she was for a moment, but as she glanced around at the walls with the maps stuck on, and noticed the piles of papers all over the bed on which she lay, it all came rushing back.
"Hey," Garrus said.
"Hi," she replied.
"Sorry, it must be a little creepy to wake up to someone staring at you..."
Casey smiled, "Not when it's you."
Garrus smiled too. "We should go soon. We don't want the Normandy to leave without us."
Casey nodded. Garrus continued, "I've been watching you sleep..."
"Ok, that's slightly more creepy."
Garrus laughed, "Sorry. You're just... really beautiful."
Casey felt herself blushing, and pulled the blanket over her head. Garrus followed suit, and lay next to her under the sheet. "Not big on complements?" He asked.
"I never know how to take them, or what to say, so I just feel embarrassed," Casey admitted.
Garrus smiled, "Then this will really throw you: I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since you joined us. Every time I see you I get knots in my stomach, and the most intriguing thing about you is that you have no idea just how perfect you really are."
Casey really didn't know what to say to that. But her heart was racing again, Garrus had liked her for that long? Did that mean he really wanted to start some kind of relationship? She'd hoped this wouldn't be a one off, but didn't want to assume anything when they were on such a dangerous mission.
"You like me?" Casey asked, then kicked herself for sounding like such a desperate teenager. She waited for Garrus to laugh, or run. He did neither though. He just looked into her eyes, and said "More than you know."
Casey moved closer and kissed him again, and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his body. Casey felt the familiar tightening between her legs, but pulled away just slightly. Garrus ignored this move, and began to run a trail of kisses down her neck. "I thought you said we needed to go?" Casey asked with a little giggle.
"Let them leave, I'd rather stay here with you," he mumbled, continuing his journey down her body. She felt him slow as he descended her belly button, and it took all the self control she had left to pull him back up. "Come on," she said, giving him a final kiss. He sighed playfully, but didn't argue.
They walked back to the ship in comfortable silence, Garrus' arm protectively around her waist. Casey, however, felt more vulnerable than she had on the walk down. "I can't believe you ripped my panties," she muttered, uncomfortably aware of the breeze travelling up her dress. Garrus was grinning, "I'll buy you some more. It was a heat of the moment thing. You know how Krogan have blood rage? Turian's kind of have...sex rage. We can't control it."
Casey raised an eyebrow, but wasn't really mad. "Don't blame this on being a Turian!"
Garrus stopped, and pulled her in, his face only millimetres from her own. "One of the downsides to having a Turian boyfriend." He gave her a playful nip on the neck, and then continued to lead them back to the ship. Casey forgot all about her lack of underwear then.
I have a Turian boyfriend?
I have a Turian boyfriend!
The Normandy hadn't left yet, it was actually only six AM. Nevertheless, even if the ship had wanted to leave, it would've been impossible, what with Jacob's head jamming the airlock doors open. He was passed out on the floor, a large bottle of green liquid in his hands.
"Looks like we missed a hell of a party," Casey muttered, as they opened the doors properly to enter. Garrus pulled Jacob out of the way before they could close on his head again, but then whispered, "I think we had a better one."
Casey blushed, and followed Garrus onto the ship. "Not too bad up here," Garrus noted, and Casey agreed. The command deck was pretty tidy, the only oddity being Joker fast asleep at the controls. Garrus and Casey took the lift to the crew quarters, "Maybe it died down after we left?" Casey guessed.
The doors opened. "Or not..." The mess hall looked as though there'd been some kind of explosion: food, bottles, and balloons littered the floor. Kasumi's holographic plants had obviously been hacked, as they were now half naked, holographic, dancing Krogan, who flickered on and off at random. Grunt was passed out at the table, along with Shepard and James. Shepard and James had had their faces vandalised by a marker pen, though Grunt's remained clear. No one had that much of a death wish! Casey thought with a smile.
Several crew members were asleep on the floor, including Tali, who was curled up under the table next to a male Quarian that neither Casey or Garrus had ever seen before.
They passed the door to Miranda's office, which was open, and Casey peered inside. Miranda was passed out on her bed, wearing what appeared to be some kind of cheerleading outfit. On the floor was Ken Donnelly, unfortunately, wearing a similar outfit. Garrus looked at Casey questioningly, "Is that a human thing?" He whispered.
"I don't know what that is," she giggled.
In the kitchen they found Mordin and Kasumi spooning on the floor. Both of them were covered in what looked like James' uncooked cake. Kasumi's cloaking device kept turning on and off, which meant Casey almost trod on her. "Wow," Casey said, surveying the whole room from the kitchen. "This is going to take a long time to clean up."
"Morning." Casey turned around, Shepard was standing at the counter, reaching for the kettle.
"Let me," Casey said, taking the kettle and filling it from the tap, careful not to tread on Mordin or Kasumi.
"Rough night?" Garrus asked with a smile.
"What? Nah, not really," Shepard replied.
"Uhuh." Garrus looked around the room pointedly.
Shepard turned and surveyed the mess hall. "Well, it might of gotten a little crazy, but...you know...nothing too bad."
Casey handed Shepard his coffee, trying ridiculously hard not to laugh at the sheer number of drawings and writing that littered his face. "You ok Casey?" He asked, taking a sip. "You look a little flustered there."
"Oh...no I'm fine."
Shepard looked at Garrus, who managed to quickly change his grin into a sombre, serious expression. "It's all good here Shepard."
Shepard nodded. Casey noticed Grunt waking up. He looked around without a trace of surprise, and walked over to the others. "Morning," he yawned.
"Good night?" Casey asked.
Grunt laughed. "Oh yeah, seems the Commander here can't handle his beer."
Shepard held up a hand, "What? I drunk you under the table."
"No Shepard, you fell under the table. That's not the same thing. But hey, you weren't completely to blame, the crew were spiking your drinks all night."
"They what?"
"Oh yeah, every time your back was turned they added more alcohol. I'm surprised you can even stand up."
Shepard shook his head. "My crew wouldn't do that. They're a loyal team who respect their superior officer."
Grunt nodded. "Uhuh...Shep that'd be a lot more believable if you didn't have the words "Commander Dickhead" written across your forehead."
"What?" Shepard looked into the reflective metal of his cup. "That sneaky little Quarian...You know when I see her I'll-"
He paused, clapping a hand to his mouth, then ran for the bathrooms.
"You guys sure know how to party," Casey laughed.
Most of the crew were still asleep, and so Garrus walked Casey to her room. "You should get some sleep," he said. She nodded. Garrus leaned in closer, "I mean it, I'm planning to wear you out again later."
Casey grinned, but then something crossed her mind. "I was thinking, we shouldn't tell anyone. About us I mean."
Garrus nodded, "I thought that too, but I didn't want it to come out wrong, like I was embarrassed or anything."
Casey nodded, "The mission is too important for people to be thinking and talking about us, plus I don't want to be the cause of gossip, not till we know what this is anyway."
Garrus leaned closer again, "What this is, is a Turian who is crazy about you. But I agree, we'll keep it a secret for now. But I promise, I'm not going anywhere."