My sweet darlings I have missed you so! I feel though that I apologize at the beginning of every chapter for delays. This one will be no different it seems. But summer is close at hand and in that time I will hopefully be more inclined to write. On a side note, for those who read my other story, Close You Eyes, I do plan on picking it back up. I believe that I have been trying to force to much writing for this story. Maybe if I switch back and forth like I did at the beginning of my stories I will be more eager to write. So expect that hopefully soon.
Just a heads up this story is quite the juicy M rating smutty fashion that most tend to enjoy reading. So if you are slightly uncomfortable with that you might want to skip this chapter... For those who missed it in my update of the last chapter I have had a few pieces of fan art come my way of Jane. Here is the link if you are interested: gallery/42092878 . I'm always on the look out for more art. ((Especially of Trydonis and Jane from their picture John showed Garrus. Much desire for that. hint hint))
So on with the show! Do enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for wicked Garrus fantasies...
There were few things that Garrus liked to pride himself in, but his steady hand was one of them. On a good day with the right rifle he could take a pyjak's head clean off from unmanageable distances. It was also that same talent that could calibrate his rifle with fine precision. None of that seemed to matter with the task at hand.
Taking a deep breath in, he held it as he slowly brought his hand down to linger over the smooth surface. Then, with a steady hand he ever so tediously brought the brush towards him leaving a trail of vile smelling liquid across the surface. Once he felt satisfied he looked up to the girl who sat beside him with her feet in his lap.
"How is that?" Jane lifted her eyes from her own hand to peer down at his work. That grin, that he was growing to love oh so much, broke across her face as she leaned forward. "Very nice. You only have nine more to go... " She chuckled as she moved back to applying another shade of the odd paint to her nails on her hand. With a defeated sigh, Garrus moved back to proceed to the next toe nail. Her eyes moved to him once more as she paused in her painting.
"You know, when you said you wanted to help I didn't expect you to make such a task of it." She leaned forward to take the brush from his hand and with practiced skill quickly pulled it across the next nail, covering it completely without getting any on the skin around her nail. He had to scuff slightly at the ease at which she painted the nail.
Shifting, so that he was now leaning over the nail more, he continued with the task. It had been three days since their kiss on the Citadel. Since then, they acted like teenagers just discovering the joys of being in a relationship. They had spent many moments simply enjoying each others company watching vids or, on one occasion, sitting together as Jane read from one of her books.
Jane seemed to understand his unsurety with this new kind of relationship. She was not pushy or overly dominate, not trying to force herself on him. And he had to admit, he was quite enjoying it, each day learning a little more about this soft being that was so different in so many new and exciting ways. Just a few hours ago he learned of a small spot on her side where, if he touched her just right, he could send her into a fit of uncontrollable giggles. Although his libido was telling him to push forward and take her, he was greatly enjoying this slow pace courting they seemed to be doing.
Tilting his head, he could see her out of the corner of his eye as she seemed to be studying her nails. This particular task arrangement came about, when he had joined her after finishing his tasks in the battery. He had come in to see her sitting just as she was now, painting her odd hand. And foolishly, he had offered his assistance. Now he was in charge of 'painting her toes' as she deemed it. Sighing once more he looked back to the nails. "What exactly is all this paint for?"
Jane chuckled as she looked up to him, screwing the lid of the paint back on. "Complete vanity..." He could feel his jaw drop slightly. All of this had no purpose whatsoever. Sighing, he placed the paint to the side as he turned to face her. "So it's only decorative?"
She flashed him a large smile as she moved so that her hands were in the air. He had learned that she was not to touch anything for a few minutes after painting so that it could dry. A mischievous idea popped into his head as he slowly became aware of just where their bodies were touching. The fact that her bare legs were resting in his lap. It was one of those times he really did enjoy those shorts she wore all the time. His hand moved to rest on her ankle. Slowly he began to slide up her soft and somewhat squishy skin. It amazed him how this body seemed so soft and delicate but underneath he could feel the muscles that held so much power.
Leaning towards her, he drew his face up to be right next to her so that he could speak softly in her ear. "So all my effort was to just make you feel fancy?" All he got from her was a small hum of agreement as her eyes glazed over with a hint of desire. Beneath him he could hear her heart start to increase in pace as his hand was now brushing past her knee and up her thigh. Turning his face he began to nuzzle her neck, giving it small nips here and there, his own little form of a kiss.
Her soft moan showed her desire just as the smell of her arousal told him she was quite enjoying what he was doing. As her hands began to move to embrace him he caught her wrist. A soft growl echoed from his chest as he pulled back enough to look her in the eyes. "Oh no you don't... After all that hard work I'm not going to let you ruin your vanity.."
His mandibles twisted in a smirk at the look of shock that hit her face. Now she understood. He was going to do as he pleased and she could do nothing back, at least not with her hands. Leaning back in to her neck, he gently used his weight to push her down to lay back on the couch. One hand braced him so that he was not putting his full weight on her while his other hand inched further and further up her leg, his tongue now darting out to taste the skin of her neck.
Her sweet moans only fueled his fire, as his hand began to creep further and further up her leg. Lucky for him, maybe even for her, her shorts that she was lounging in were just short enough, just loose enough that his hand was free to move up right to her core. A hitch in her breath caused him to pause for a moment. Was he ready to take this step? All signs pointed to yes for him. Granted, he had to admit he had been doing some studying on the extranet. And that one asari had turned out to be a good teacher, and he thought he had some skill in this area now.
So why the hell not? Spirits be damned, he would have been lying if he said he didn't want to go any further. He had already accepted and enjoyed so much this human could offer him, why not go the next step? He had even blunted his nails to prevent any unwanted injuries.
Pulling back enough to see the hunger, the longing in her eyes was enough of a go from her that he needed. Leaning down, he claimed her lips with his lip plates while his tongue claimed her mouth. At the same instant he slid one finger into her warm core.
And spirits help him. She was warm and.. well he would say squishy but it didn't seem to do the feeling justice. It was heaven.
That was all he say to describe it. Nothing like a turian woman. Not even an asari could beat this feeling. Pulling back from the kiss he watched as Jane's eyes seemed to roll to the back of her head as her body arched into the motion of his finger. Soft moans left her slightly plump lips.
There was something about this. Something about the way he knew the woman below him held so much power with her body and mind, but she seemed to be melting into him, the way a simple twist of his hand or stroke of his finger seemed to make her come undone. And knowing that hewas the cause of it all, gave him a feeling of power. He loved it. He desired it. It was simply amazing, watching her body's reaction to him. It made him long to find out how it would be, to be fully inside her.
He kept up his ministrations, feeling her walls getting tighter and tighter. It was getting very intense, when a voice broke through their lustful haze. "I apologize for the interruption..." His soft growl was mirrored by Jane's moan of annoyance at the electronic voice from above. They both paused and turned their gaze to the room around them. "What is it EDI?" Jane's reply did not hide the loathing she had for the AI at the moment.
"I do not mean to interrupt, but I felt that you would like to be informed that John is currently on his way to your room. And he seems quite flustered." Jane sat up on her elbows quickly as she looked to Garrus. His eyes grew wide as they both knew that John could never find them in the state they were in now, even if he did know about the relationship.
"Thank you for letting us know, EDI." Garrus sighed slightly before leaning in to deliver one last kiss and thrust before pulling away from her completely. Jane moaned with desire at the movement, then in frustration as he pulled away. Moving slightly, she sat up and turned, so that her feet were pulled up on the edge of the couch so she could look them over. The nail polish was back in her hand as she went over Garrus's work.
It was slightly amusing to him to see her become so natural so quickly, maybe she had practice in this sort of situation. Garrus turned as well so that he was simply lounging in his seat, waiting for his friend to enter. And when he did, it was with quite an entrance.
The door had not fully opened before John was already speaking as fast as Garrus had ever heard him speak. "Jane, she is coming. I don't know how she found out where we were right now or why she decided to come now, but she is. She wants to look the ship over and make sure it is in perfect condition. Everyone needs to be dressed in their best. There is still so much left to do. Do you think there is time to completely wash down the entire ship?"
At this he turned to look at his sister who seemed slightly taken aback by her brothers sudden explosion. John however, seemed to suddenly take note of Garrus as he raised his brow at him. He was opening his mouth to say something, when Jane stood up and interrupted him.
"John, what the hell are you talking about?" John now turned and watched as Jane rose to her feet and moved over to her brother. Garrus took note of how she walked as if taking caution of her toes. It was a little funny to watch and he would have made a comment, if the situation would have been different. Instead he listened intently as John replied to his sister.
"Mother's ship is in the area. And she has requested to come aboard." The news seemed to be big, as Jane's face showed a great deal of surprise. Pausing, she seemed to think for a moment before she gave a nod.
"This is no longer an Alliance ship, nor are there any Alliance personnel onboard, technically. She has no say in how the ship operates. But still, we don't want her snubbing her nose at what you are doing." Turning away from him, Jane moved over towards the large window as she stared out into space, as if she could see her mothers ship coming.
Garrus had heard a great deal about Hannah Shepard when he had been on the Citadel. She was a captain of high standing and had made a name of herself, quite like her children. Having a father of higher ranking himself, he could understand the worry that came with said parent coming to the ship. Garrus let his eyes fall on Jane as she seemed to be lost in thought. What was she planning exactly? His question was answered as she turned and gave John a hard nod.
"Go up to your cabin, take a long shower. Once done, get dressed and ready to see mother. I will handle the rest." She smiled a reassuring smile as she moved over to clap her hands on his shoulders. "It will all be alright. Just breath and try to relax. You know she can smell fear." The siblings laughed at what Garrus could only assume was a joke. To his knowledge, humans had poor noses compared to other species. So it had to be something between the two.
Garrus watched as John gave his sister one last look before moving out of the room. As he did, Jane followed behind to tap the door controls. The green access panel quickly turned red, much to Garrus's interest. "Are you going to have your wicked way with me now?" He chuckled as she moved over to her trunk with a smile.
"If only we had time for that... But alas, I must help my brother dear. Maybe next time." She offered him a wink before she rose with what looked to be an Alliance uniform. Now Garrus was slightly confused. She locked the door but did not plan to continue where they had left off? What did this small human have in mind?
His mouth was open, ready to ask but the words died before they left his mouth. There before him, Jane was slowly raising the hem of her shirt up her body. He watched, amazed, as slowly her waist was being revealed to him. Her back was turned slightly so that he could not see all of her front. But he did have quite the view of her bare hips and lower back. As her arms were bringing the shirt over her face, his feet began to move to bring him right to her. Standing beside her, he placed his hands on her hips and pulled her so that she was now facing him.
He knew that her skin was smooth. He had felt quite a bit of her before. But now there was something new there. A sense of discovery as he began to run taloned hands over her bare flesh. No clothing to dart his hand under or to hide from his sight. She was bare to him from the waist up, beside the contraption that she called a bra blocking the large mounds of flesh he was starting to grow quite fond of.
As the shirt was removed and tossed to the side, one of her hands rose, to run along the side of his face. He could not fight the slight purr that echoed inside him, and damn if he tried. Her other hand moved to cover one of his on her waist. Slowly she began to lead him towards the clasp that held her shorts on.
It was here that he started to lose himself. This was far more intimate than anything that they had done yet. Sure there were kisses and the session just minutes before sure had been... well a good word would be steamy. It all was a feeling of lust. This was something more. It was desire. Pure and simple desire. He was slowly being driven crazy by how this small woman teased him so easily. All of the voices in him wanted to push her down and take her on the bed behind her. And Spirits he wanted to listen to them.
Moving his head down to the crook of her neck, he began to lavish her skin there with his tongue, giving her small nips inbetween. His hand moved to quickly remove the latch on the shorts. Once they were loose he pushed the fabric down her legs. They seemed to fall too slowly for his liking. So he moved his hand back up to join the other as they explored the exposed skin. Her hands now moved to the back of his head, one moving along his fringe while the other rubbed the lower part of his neck where it meet his cowl. Slowly the sensation was building and he was about to lose himself even more.
It was right when he was about to push her down onto the bed and take her with great passion, that she moved a hand to push him away slightly. A small whine slipped from him as he watched her step back. She smiled at him as she stepped towards the forgotten alliance uniform behind her. "Before this goes any further we must stop... As I said, I must help my brother dear..."
He let out a small groan as he knew she was right. But Spirits be damned, he didn't want her to be. A soft sigh left him as he watched her gather the pants of the uniform in her hands. A tease. Pure and simple. She was a goddess of teasing and damn the galaxy if he didn't love it.
His mind was swayed slightly as she held her pants out to him. Not sure what she wanted of him, he took the offered clothing. His mandibles twitched in uncertainty as he looked up to her. A soft giggle emitted from her as she gave a tilt of her head. "Help me get dressed?" Realisation dawned on him as he knelt down to offer the pant leg holes to her. As she used his back to steady herself a thought occurred to Garrus. A way to tease her back for the way she had just teased him. A little bit of payback. Sure, her teasing very well could have been a bit of payback for the way she had been so close to climax but denied that release at the last second by the interruption of John. But Garrus was never really a fan of being tied.
As slowly as she had stripped the shirt moments before, he now pulled the pants up her legs at the same pace. Leaning in, he began to run his tongue along the inside of one of her legs as he raised her pants. A small gasp from her and a tighter grip on his back were quite the reward for his actions. As he rose higher and higher, her breath began to hitch and came out in small gasping breaths. When he reached her core, her pants were just a few inches below. Holding her pants with one hand, he moved the other to the small of her back so that she could not squirm away from his next action.
Just a few moments earlier he had put his fingers in her for the first time. It had been the first time inside of a human woman. But her smell had always been something that he found interesting. And on more than one occasion, even before they were officially together, he wondered what she would taste like. Now he planned to find out. Even if it was just for a short time.
His tongue darted in and ran the length of her core over the thin fabric barrier. He could feel her go almost limp in his grip. Mandibles twitching in a smile, he repeated the action. Her smell was so overpowering at this distance and he craved her even more. The hand that held her pants continued to grasp them as one of his talons moved to pull the fabric out of the way of his assault.
And assault he did. Right away he dove in to begin to lap at her folds, tasting the sweet juices that leaked from her. Spirits help him, she was like candy. Like a treat that he could never get enough of. Moving in closer he drove his tongue deep into her folds, moving so that he could run the tip along the beginning of her inner walls.
Her grasp on him tightened even more as her head arched back. Soft moans were pulled from her chest, his named tied in the gasps in some locations. Oh, how this woman could make him feel like a god with the way he made her react. He wanted more. So much more. But he slowly remembered the purpose. Leave her feeling teased and wanting more, as she had left him.
Though his plan seemed to have backfired a little.
Pulling away from her, he let the fabric move back into place before raising the pants the rest of the way up and over her hips. As he rose to stand once more she was panting in short breaths, her body resting against him. A small fist hit his chest lazily as she pulled back to look up at him. "You are one wicked, wicked man..."
He chuckled, as he moved in to rub his face beside hers before moving back to rest his forehead against hers. "Only returning the wickedness received..." A large smile rose to her lips as she let her eyes drift shut, enjoying his closeness. Once she seemed to regain control of herself, she moved in to plant a small kiss on the bridge of his nose before pulling away. Moving to the bed, she picked up the undershirt she would be wearing before glancing to him.
"With that, you might want to clean up a little. It would be quite odd if you met my mother smelling like... well like sex pretty much." He joined her in a small laugh before he began to move towards the door.
"Then I will see you on the bridge?" He asked. She offered him a nod as she began to pull the shirt over her head. Hiding the wonderful flesh he had just been exploring. Turning, he unlocked the door and made his way to the restroom just down the hall to freshen up.
It seemed Jane had spread the word quite well. As he reached the bridge, the crew and the landing party were all lined up chatting amongst themselves. Moving up the line of people his eyes found Jane and John both standing in front of the airlock, talking between themselves. As he moved up to them, Jane offered a grin to him as her eyes met his, before returning to her brother.
Garrus had known John for quite a long time now. And he had seen John talk down a reaper with not so much of a flinch. But if he didn't know any better he would say John was terrified right now. Afraid of his mother? That only caused Garrus to grow slightly tense. If John was afraid, then dear Spirits what kind of woman was his mother?
It seemed his question would be answered soon enough. From the cockpit Joker turned, so that he could look at the group behind them. "We have incoming, Commander. Their docking clamp is preparing to attach to the airlock." John could only offer a short nod as his eyes never left the airlock. Jane moved to stand at his side, Garrus moving to her other side. Leaning slightly, he stood so that their hands were almost touching. Not enough for anyone to notice. But enough for Jane. Her eyes moved up to his once more, as a smile rose to her face. A small twitch of her hand caused her to caress his slightly.
It was at that moment that the ship gave a small moan and hiss as the docking port attached itself to the hull. It was only a few minutes later that the airlock opened. Beside him, he felt Jane go tense and he saw John stand up straighter. As the figures began to emerge, John called out to the people down the line, "Attention! Captain on board!"