A/N: Super fluffy chapter for today! Hope you enjoy and I'll see you on Monday :)

Dear Prudence - The Beatles

"My name is Garrus Vakarian, and this is my favourite spot on the Citadel!" He pumped his Black Widow into the air, his subvocals ripe with smugness.

With the loss of Shepard's mother and her overexertion, Garrus had insisted they spend a few hours together on the Citadel before travelling to Rannoch. She had attempted to argue, but when he put his foot down and demanded that they stay she reluctantly accepted. The time away seemed to be doing well for her, however: she looked significantly brighter and more alert than she had looked all week.

Shepard's arms crossed her chest. "Awfully confident for beating a woman who started sniping in combat a month ago."

"Please, Shepard, I've seen you shoot in combat. It's not just about the experience, it's about the eye." He tapped his visor. "This just reaffirms the fact that I have a better eye than you."

She would never, ever be able to tarnish his ego and admit that she missed on purpose. "You've got me there. Just don't tell the crew you beat me, I'll never hear the end of it."

"Ashley's pride would be less wounded if you told her, seeing as I beat her as well." Shepard highly doubted that Ashley missed on purpose, either.

"Maybe Ashley and I need to have a shoot-out, see who takes second place in marksmanship on the Normandy."

Garrus chuckled to himself and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her tightly into his side. In return she wrapped her arm around his slender waist and leaned her head on his shoulder, admiring the view of the open Citadel before them, the people appearing as small and insignificant as ants from their viewpoint. Captivated by the sights and the peacefulness of each other's presence, they remained silent in contemplation.

"You ready for the rest of my plans?" Garrus asked.

"There's more?"

"Of course there is."

"So what's the plan?"

"You'll see as we go. But first..." He stepped over to the box which contained the bottles they had shot at, and from it he pulled a roll of bungee rope and two harnesses.

"You're joking," she muttered.

"What, you're not up for a little adventure?"

Her brow arched as she crossed her arms. "I wouldn't say bungee jumping off the Presidium was the first thing that came to my mind when you say the word 'adventure', but hell, we only live once right?"

As if he had planned the tryst months in advance, he wrapped one end of the cord securely around a tall, solid post and strapped himself in to his harness. He then helped Shepard with hers, his hands teasingly lingering between her legs while he buckled it up. "Are you seducing your Commanding Officer?" she chided as he squeezed her breasts while wrapping the harness around her chest. "Because that would be against Alliance regulations."

"I was never very good at following Alliance regulations," he cooed in response, kissing her firmly.

There it was. That part of Garrus Vakarian that awoke the hormonal, rebellious 15-year-old girl within her. She grabbed his waist and pulled him in to deepen the kiss, parting her lips to allow his tongue to dart inside her mouth. Her left hand wandered to massage his fringe, eliciting a growl from deep within his throat that vibrated through her lips.

"You know I have to have my way with you now," he growled, nipping at her neck.

"With all this gear on?"

She heard a clicking noise from behind her. "No, after this."

He grabbed her tightly and the two of them soared off the edge of the Presidium tower. The wind sang through her hair and howled through her ears as they dropped head first. Although they were spinning rapidly, when she glanced towards the tower she could see politicians staring at the pair with wide-eyed and open-mouthed wonder at their sheer daring. They reached menacingly close to the flow of sky cars, the tip of Garrus's head nearly touching one before - with a loud shout from Shepard - they were launched back upwards, flying again past the gaping politicians. They had a few more half-hearted bounces before Garrus retracted the cord and they were pulled back to the top of the Presidium.

Shepard's heart was racing and her legs shook so violently that it took great effort to remain standing. Garrus began to unbuckle them while his hands shook from laughter.

"We may need to get out of here," he said when he managed to catch his breath. "I think a few people may have seen us."

"A few? More like the whole damn tower!"

He kissed her again and they packed their things quickly and jumped in the sky car, Garrus diving innocuously into a lane before they burst into laughter again.

"This was your next plan?"

"You don't want to do it?"

"Of course I do. Just didn't realize you had such a penchant for rule breaking."

"This is Archangel we're talking about her. I have as much of a penchant for pissing off criminals as I do for pissing off the law."

"Alright," she said over the radio, buckling up her seat belt. "But I'm warning you, I'm a damn fast driver."

"Don't kid yourself; I sat through too many of your Mako rides to believe that."

She shrugged. "Whatever it takes to convince yourself you'll win, Vakarian. You ready?"

"In 3...2...1..."

The pair rocketed off in separate sky cars, racing from one end of the Wards to the other. They weaved between stunned drivers, pedal to the metal, ripping around corners only inches away from buildings. Shepard cursed when she saw Garrus's car fly by to her left, so she cut off three cars to fly in front of him, causing him to swerve and slam on the brakes.

"Didn't know we were playing dirty," he growled over the radio, bumping her car from behind.

"I like dirty," she replied in a husky voice, accelerating hard to pull away from him.

Garrus hated admitting it, but she was a very fast sky car driver, both daring and precise, and she easily beat him to the finish line where they slyly pulled into an empty underground parking unit.

"Well, I guess we know who the better driver is," Shepard boasted with her chest puffed out while she stepped out of the car.

Refusing to admit that she was right, he responded, "I would have had it if you didn't shut me off."

"Please, you never had it." She stretched, raising her arms high over her head and rewarding Garrus with a tantalizing view of her lower abdomen. "Should we hang around for a bit to make sure we weren't being followed?"

"There are two empty sky cars here..."

No further hinting was necessary.

Garrus was lounging in the back of the car with Shepard's head resting on his chest, his eyes closed in perfect relaxation. Both of them were undressed, basking in the glow of their lovemaking.

"Thank you... for all of this, Garrus. It really helped."

When he spoke, the rumbling tones soothed Zoey. "Anything for you. Also, I have something for you."

She sat up, leaning on her elbow. "For what?"

"Well," he began, digging through his armour which littered the floor, "when we had our little disagreement after Tuchanka-"

"Don't remind me," Shepard interjected.

"-Primarch Victus suggested that I get you a gift as a way of apologizing. Although things didn't play out quite the way I had expected - much worse than I had expected, actually - you graciously forgave me, and now I just present it as a token of my love." He presented his closed fist to her, and when he opened it the tiny SR-1 pendant glinted in the light from the car.

"Holy shit Garrus it's beautiful, where did you find it?"

"Just got lucky, I suppose."

She closed her eyes and they kissed before she turned to sit between his legs while he clasped it behind her neck. The corners of her lips turned up as she brushed her fingertips along it. "It's a good reminder of where we came from, and what we're fighting for."

"We had a lot of good memories on that ship."

"That we did."

"So the Primarch of Palaven suggested that you get me jewelry?"

"He once fell in love with a human woman."

Zoey's brows rose almost to her hair line. "Victus - Primarch Adrien Victus - had a human lover? That must be quite the story." She lay back down on top of him, running her pendant along the chain.

"He told me the story once."

"Brief me on it."

"It's a long one, and I thought you wanted to be back on the ship early to head to Rannoch."

"I'm the commander; we have to be back when I say we have to be back."

"Fair enough. Well-"

A stern tap, tap, tap on the window snapped them out of their easy conversation.

"What the fuck was that?" she hissed to Garrus, sitting up and reaching to the floor to pull out her pistol.

"No idea," he grumbled, pulling a knife from a concealed holster on his lower leg.

A turian face appeared, muddled by the tint in the window. His voice also muted, he growled, "You have to be fucking kidding me."

Garrus twitched into an austere alertness, recognition flashing across his face.

"That you, Vakarian?" the voice grumbled.

"Chellick." Garrus sounded distinctly unimpressed at being caught in such a compromising position.

Shepard glanced at the turian in the window, and quickly back to Garrus. She recognized Chellick; he had been her requisitions officer back in the SR-1 days.

"Who's that with you?" Chellick called. "That isn't Shepard, is it?"

"Good afternoon, Detective Chellick," she murmured, her face swiftly turning as red as a beet.

"What are you two, teenagers?" he scorned, pulling away from the window as they dressed quickly. "Don't you command a ship?"

"Stay in the car," Shepard hissed at Garrus. She took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of her nose before stepping out of the car, maintaining complete composure. "I apologize for our indiscretion, Detective. I hope we haven't caused you too much trouble."

Chellick let out a long sigh, his mandibles fluttering in indecision. "A little old salarian lady called me in a panic when two sky cars raced past her while she was driving so I was sent to take a look. I can safely assume that was you two?"

"Spectre business, Detective."

"I'm sure. Listen..." He continued in a low voice, ducking low so his face was at Shepard's level. "My protocol in these sorts of situations is to take you in to see the executor to confirm your business. But if you autograph something for my daughter, we'll just forget about it for today. Deal?"

"Absolutely." Chellick pulled a scrap of paper from his squad car, appearing abashed by his own daring. "What's your daughter's name?" Shepard asked.

"Nat."

To Nat,

Best wishes and warmest regards.

Commander Shepard

"Thank you, Commander, she'll love this. I better not hear about you two getting in trouble again, you hear?"

"Yes sir," she responded. She watched him drive off as Garrus stepped out of the car, both of them letting out the laughs that had built up as soon as the squad car was out of sight.

"Back to the ship then?" Garrus asked when they had regained their breath.

"Please, before I die from embarrassment."

Garrus's brow immediately set into a concerned furrow. "You can die from embarrassment?!"

Shepard threw her head back and laughed to the sky. "Another one of my damn idioms, Garrus. Let's get the hell out of here."