Fair warning: this is an M rated chapter.

Chapter Eight

Without lying

It was mostly on her initiation they kissed. It wasn't really a turian practice, but he'd been more than happy to get used to it. Now, however he'd most certainly taken the drumstick. Being pinned against the tank she struggled not only with her hands, but with her tongue as well. But she felt his hands tightening their grip. He forced his leg in between her thighs, pressing it lightly upwards, receiving a very low sound mixed of a moan and a grunt.

He let go of her left hand to lock his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. She followed, so far willingly. His right hand let go and grabbed hold of the zipper of the tight fitted dress. He unzipped it and dragged a finger along her spine at the same time. Now she planned her counter-attack, but failed because of two reasons; one, he was wearing armour and thus protected from her touch, and two, he was damn well ready for it. Dragging the dress down to her waist he effectively locked her arms along her body. He spun her around to push her down on the bed. Quickly following with a knee pushing down the fabric between her arm and hip. Making her own clothes a shackle for her arms and hands.

And so he remained for a moment, admiring his work. Watching her stomach and chest heave as she was already breathing heavy. He took the gloves off his hands.

"Do you even know how beautiful you are?" He suddenly hummed. She gave him a soft laugh.

"Not by turian standards, no."

"You've honed your body to kill." He leaned forward to trace the squares on her stomach. "Swift and accurate. Any turian can appreciate that."

Slowly, painstakingly so if you asked Shepard, he methodically undid the arms and torso of the metallic blue armour. Letting the plates fall one by one to the floor. She sighed of frustration as he revealed himself. He leaned forward, slipping in a hand between her legs and almost ripping off her undies before his hand was there again. Without warning he slipped a finger inside her and watched her bite down, trying to hide her reaction from him. She didn't manage very well. Having another finger slowly, methodically rub the little button in her crevice she soon couldn't hold in the groan. He pulled out his hand and stood up, looking at his fingers wetted by her.

"Well... someone sure doesn't mind the treatment." He said licking one of the fingers clean. Yes, their DNA didn't mix well. But the kissing seemed fine, and besides, she tasted so damn good. Worth the risk.

"Are you going to tease or fuck me, Vakarian?"

"Hmmm..." The flanging of his voice driving her even closer to the edge, if only her hands were free... "A bit of both, I believe."

Ready to retort she was shut up as he leaned forward, again slipping his hand in between her legs. A slight moan, with closed eyes she squirmed. He caught her mouth and drove a hand through her hair. Taking a careful hold of it, keeping her head in one place. She was breathing heavily and her moans increased in both frequency and strength and so did his rhythm, or perhaps it was the other way around? Helping her further along the way he moved his hand to her breast, causing a wince. It was when he tucked his head close to hers, growling low into her ear she was pushed over the edge. Her body slightly arched as every muscle in her body twitched in tension. Almost biting through her lower lip, Shepard was determined not to let him have the satisfaction of her scream.

Garrus inhaled her scent deeply to his lungs before he got up. Figuring he should have some time before she rode out the climax completely he took his time to get out of the rest of the armour. Though, that assumption was a mistake. Suddenly she stood in front of him, stripped of the dress, only wearing the bra he hadn't taken off and grabbed the hem of his armour. With a sly smile she yanked it.

"My turn." Her tone dark and forceful. Almost going up completely on her tip-toes her mouth closed around his mandible, her tongue swirling around it. Garrus made a sound close to a purring in pleasure. He stuck his hand into her hair and the other caressed her waistline. Shepard's lips against his throat proved to still be one of his favourites. Having her close, her hair spreading over her shoulders, scent covering him. The warm softness of a human being. Spirits, the first time she'd 'went down on him' he knew he'd never settle for a turian woman ever again. Seeing her on Menae he knew he'd never settle for anything less than Shepard.

He didn't realize she'd gotten his armour off until he felt five fingers causing his blood to rush completely out of his head to a lower one. 'Crap, think fast Garrus, think fast!' Easier said than done. Backup plan: Relay on instincts. Within seconds he had her up against the aquarium again. But this time his grip only held her shoulders. She gave a low giggle in amusement, her hands took hold of the softer parts of his waist, forcing him backwards. He fell back on the bed, but was more than ready to catch the following Shepard. Taking hold of her waist and flung her around. Taking advantage of the confusion Garrus very happily confirmed that a skill from his former line of work still sat in his wrists. Shepard found her hand clasped in iron. A little startled of what happened she just stared, giving him plenty of time to swing the link around a bedpost and clasping the left as well. Chained to her own bed she now turned her eyes towards her captor.

"Well Garrus, I didn't think you had it in you." She mused.

He grabbed hold of her waist again, bent forward to stop inches from her face and said.

"You have no idea." And pulled her down far enough for her arms to be completely stretched upwards.

Her breathing quickened, probably a little more than she'd hoped he'd notice. Trying the chains she confirmed that there wasn't any point in trying to apply force if she wanted to escape this.

"Don't leave." He teased and got off the bed. Causing her instantly to go:

"What?" With a large portion of threat in her voice.

Garrus walked over to the mini-bar hidden in the corner. First he took out a glass, second he opened the little freezer compartment. Soon the sound of ice hitting glass chimed through the room.

"Oh hell no. No you DON'T!" She tugged at her shackles. Not that it helped, at all. "I'm warning you Garr-"

"And what are you going to do about it?" He came back holding the glass, picking up a cube.

Everyone that had gone through several missions with Shepard was also completely aware that she hated, hated, the cold. As they touched down on Noveria she had insisted that an areal bombardment was probably the best option to solve their problems.

"You are going to pay ten-fold for this."

"Really? Hmm, I'll look forward to it." He chuckled, very satisfied with his accomplishment. He took out a cube and slowly slid it from one collarbone to the next.

"Not. Funny." She bit down shuddering as the ice melted on her chest, forming little droplets. Though she had to give it to him, he had an idea and followed through. Any form of control was completely out of her hands. Even though there would be hell to pay. Revenge was exactly what she was trying to focus on as the cold thing travelled down her side over her stomach, and was left in her bellybutton to melt. A new cube traced the inner line of her thigh, travelling up, across what would be her pantyline and along her other side. And even if she hadn't been known to be ticklish a short giggle escaped her, highly involuntarily.

He shifted position, the glass falling down on the floor and spilling the cubes. Seeing her body glistening from the melted water he could barely contain himself. Shepard raised a bare foot to place on his collarbone, he grabbed her leg and flung it over his shoulder, giving it a nibble before he bent forward. Bringing her leg down with him she smiled.

"How's that for flexibility for you?" She raised her eyebrows.

He took hold of her hips, talons digging into flesh.

"Did you want to be fucked, Commander?"

There was something wild in the way he just pulled military rank into this. Her hands twitched again and Garrus gave them a satisfied glance.

"Hell yes." She met his eyes and held them as he shifted forward.

The blissful first moment when he at last was inside of her had them both groan in unison. From now on, the game was over, nature took over. The delicious tightness and warmth of her and his length and firmness. He gave in to a natural rhythm that seemed to give them both what they wanted. Her body seemed to react to every little move he made, twitching, arching. Her leg fell down to his waist as she brought the other up and crossed her feet behind his back. Holding him firmly to herself. Over and over she tugged at her shackles. Shepard herself didn't know if the restraints gave her more pleasure or frustration. At one point she screamed out "Jesus fucking Christ!" To witch Garrus slowed down and she gave him a glare.

"What the h-" He leaned in only an inch or two from her face.

"Together?" His voice was soft and even kind.

In that instant all frustration melted away and she just wanted to be kissed by him.

"Y-yeah." She answered in complete defeat.

He glanced down at her lips before he met her eyes again.

"Cause I'm not there yet." He had a lock of her hair between his fingers and swirled it.

"Well." She shook her hands. "Can't help you there."

He chuckled and hummed. "Don't worry. You're very good as you are now."

And she sort of growled at him, giving him another chuckle. Straightening up again he continued slower, easing into the rhythm. Meeting her eyes he realised she was watching him, biting her lips. It looked almost as if she was studying him, measuring him on what he could do. It drove him on, harder. Until she had to close her eyes, moaning with every rocking. She was close, he wasn't far off either. He let go of her legs and placed his hands on either side of her, breathing down on her chest. Heading into the final stretch he came only a second after she couldn't hold back the scream anymore.

Pleasure rode and tore at them both in the wake of the climax. Garrus relaxed his arms and laid his head on her chest. Savouring the moment, listening to her fast beating heart and feeling her chest heave and fall. One of her legs wrapped around his and he slowly dragged his fingers along her side. Between the heavy breathing she managed a low "I love you Garrus." To which he chuckled and traced the curve of her breast.

"Oh I'm not done yet."

"...I'm gonna need a minute." Her breathing slowed down just a little.

"Not a problem."He heaved himself up, took a light kiss and then released one of the cuffs, slid it from the bedpost and then fastened it again. A stitch of bad consciousness touched him since her wrists were now more or less a bloody mess. No great harm was done, she'd just had a good portion of strength while struggling against them. He made a mental promise that he would treat it later.

Rising from the bed he though he'd get something to drink. But he didn't get to take many steps before the chain between the handcuffs came across his throat and he was tugged backwards.

"You don't think I can be cruel to the ones I love, hmm? Garrus?"

She was standing at the edge of the bed, the difference in height giving her the leverage she needed to keep him in place. Holding him close to herself he tried to speak.

"Shep-"

"Ah ah ah." She cut him off and tightened the chain to the point where he actually had trouble breathing. "I have a first name you know. Why don't you try using it for once?" She gave the chain some slack and he cleared his throat before he spoke.

"..Kitten." His voice was still hesitant. It was such a strange name.

"See, not too hard, is it?" She said, clearly happy to have heard her name spoken in his voice. "Now turn around, nice and slow."

He did as asked, no reason to try and play tricks on her now. She was probably completely ready for it, as well as hell-bent on not letting him win another round.

"Seriously. You praise me for having a body meant for killing and you leave me unwatched with something that could be used as a weapon and then turn your back on me?" She put her forehead against his.

"Thought you'd be out longer." His hands moving to her back, lightly touching her skin with his talons. She didn't seem to mind.

"You need to get to know your target better." She mused and raised her leg to rest it over his hip, pulling him in. Her arms ached, her wrists ached but to that her heart ached even more. With a smile she kissed him and didn't at all protest when he took a firm hold around her and lifted her off the bed. Instead she hauled up her other leg aswell.

It wasn't what he'd planned, but he didn't complain about it either. Having received that look from her just a second ago he would've done anything she asked him to. When he pressed her up the wall for support, her mouth left his and wandered to the softer parts of his neck. Humming in pleasure he'd never wished to be closer to her as her entered her again. Her arms curled around him and she moved her mouth to his ears. Intentionally moaning every time he thrust into her. It did as intended for both of them. A while into it he suddenly made a dark purring noise which caught her completely off guard. Burying her head into his neck she once more screamed in pleasure. He hesitated to continue but she hissed at him

"Keep going."

He did, faster as she tightened around him. Within half a minute Garrus also reached the end of his line. Breathing heavily into each others necks the silence almost felt as a presence itself.

"Are you done this time?"

He laughed shortly.

"Yeah, I think so."

She lifted her head and rested her forehead and nose against his.

"Then I still love you."

He chuckled with a smile. Finally helping her down he soon noticed she was a bit too... shaken, to be standing on her own. So he carried her over to the bed and finally took off the handcuffs. Quickly Garrus disappeared into the bathroom and came back with a first aid kit as Shepard studied her bloody wrists.

"I have one of those?" She asked, looking at the small white box with a red cross on it

"I'm s-"

"No you're not." She cut him off. Knowing that he was going to try and apologise to her. She raised a hand and laid it on the scarred side of his face. "I'm not."

There was something just a little bit strange in hearing her speak in a soft voice. After cleaning off the blood from her right hand he took the left from his face and treated it aswell.

"I love you to Shep-" He stopped himself and met her eyes. "Kitten."

A smile grew on her lips and he could tell that she was genuinely happy about him calling her that. But then again, if she'd only called him by his last name there would be something strange about it. Spectre, Shepard, Commander, Lola. There was never anyone that called her by her first. He threw away the bloody bits of cotton and took out a small tube of medi-gel. It was around when he started to applying it she grew bored and leaned forward to treat his jawline with her mouth again. Doing his best to keep concentration he still shuddered.

"If you don't stop that you just might get me going again."

She gave a muffled giggle and pushed him down on his back on the bed and kissed him.

"It's still going to show in the morning, your hands I mean."

"So I'll wear long-sleeved." She shrugged and laid her head on his chest. Closing her eyes to listen after a heartbeat.

"So all you have to do to get Commander Shepard to love you is to tie her up and fuck her brains out." He said with a tease.

She laughed at his remark and watched as his arm raised to hold her down to him. But there was something in what he said. She felt closer to him now than before. If it was the sex or the dark little secrets she'd let out before that hadn't bothered him at all, she didn't know. His arms around her had never felt better. So strange.

"Well I haven't been in a relationship since I was 18. And even then it was mostly about getting into each others pants. So basically there's bad, good, great and fantastic sex. Well there's horrible aswell but I'd rather not go there."

"Easy as that, hmm?"

"I'm terrible at relationships." She moved her head and looked up at him. "I guess you'll have to be the one giving the orders at this one."

Well that was most certainly an amusing thought.

"Allright then. Tell me something about you that no one else knows."

"What, seriously?" Hadn't she spilled enough of her guts for today?

"Without lying."

A good remark. Shepard did lie a lot. A lot. But what good was there in letting others know you bleed just as much on the inside as the outside? God dammit. Things like this were harder than plunging into a swarm of collector bugs.

"...I have nightmares." She said after some pondering. "Always had. Got worse after dad died."

"About what?"

"Falling, failing, running, blood, darkness, insects, zombies, death, both my own and others, mostly just anything you can imagine... I hate going to bed alone."

"Does it help to have someone there?"

"For the dreams? No, but it's easier to wake up. Sleeping somewhere else helps, sometimes."

"So that's why we always find you napping in the lounge."

"Yeah." She laughed a little. "I do fall asleep there a lot don't I."

One of his hands were slowly moving up and down her back, caressing her smooth skin. Her eyelids felt heavier, so she changed position and set her arms down at either side of his head. Her purple hair hanging down in nestled strands, some touching his face.

"I'm gonna take a shower before I fall asleep." Without further notice she heaved herself over him and stood on the floor.

"You don't want company?" He rolled over to his side.

"You really are a romantic, aren't you? Late night in the shower.." She took her bra off and threw it over to the other heap of clothes. "Come then." She said, taking his hand, pulling him with her after he scrambled on his feet.

"Seriously?"

"I don't know about turians." She said, turning towards him, walking backwards. "But six months is a long dry-spell for us. I can do this all night."

He very willingly followed her into the bathroom.

Eventually they both ended up in her bed. Exhausted she fell asleep with his arms around her. When her breathing was steady, calm and he was sure she'd fallen asleep he hugged her closer for a while. What good could he be to her if she couldn't trust him with these stories. If the fate of the galaxy was on her shoulders every second of the day, at least with him he wanted her to be able to relax. She still hadn't said a word about earth, about the fact that they still hadn't heard a word from her mother, about Anderson staying behind. He was pretty sure the admiral held a lot of meaning to her. Perhaps a replacement for her father. He didn't know. So much he didn't know.

"If you need someone to love you." He whispered. "I'll be here."

Authors Note: I've taken some liberties here. Like ignoring that Garrus have huge spikes sticking out of his head that basically means he can lie down normally on his back and stab kitten in the chest when she's holding him against herself :)

So this is also the first smut I've written (or published at least). I also realised something while writing this.. I write everything by hand first.. which I only have time for at the bus/train to work and on my breaks.. Realising you're sitting in the cafeteria at work writing sexy stuff... yeah X3

I loved the fact that bioware gave Shepard nightmares, so I'm gonna give Kitten more of them.

I'm not sure what comes after this actually. We'll just have to see!