~Jane~

She stares into the light blue eyes she has come to trust and care so deeply for, willing him to just answer. Even if to only deny her, it's still a response and she wouldn't be feeling so vulnerable.

With a low purr and a tingling into her belly, he leans down and rub his forehead against hers, to which she presses back with all of her sense of relief. He tilts and nips against her lips, slipping his hands down her arms and wrapping around her wrists and hands, and pulling them up to his clothing. "We'll take it slow."

She knows that this is more than simply 'show me yours and I'll show mine' from the tension between them. Despite Garrus' outward cockiness, he was still a person with doubts and fears just as she was. She was pretty sure that if this had just meant a quick release or an appeasement of curiosity, he wouldn't care much of how she thought of him.

It was her same thoughts that made her so hesitant for him to take her up on the taking turns and forcing her to go first. What if he would remove her clothes and find that he doesn't enjoy the softness of her skin? The uniform color and texture? The seemingly strange collections of fat beneath the skin? Or the appearance and feel of hair in her most private places?

He must sense her hesitance from her still fingers and lifts her chin to look into his soulful eyes. "We don't have to do it together." His words give her a shock as she realizes that her hesitance must seem directed at him. "Would you be more comfortable if I let you draw me instead?"

He only confirms her fears and she quickly grabbed his head between both hands and lifts up to crash her lips to his plates. How could he think that she was uncomfortable around him? After all he has done and been for her, he's the last one who could make her uncomfortable. She releases his lip plates, but pressed against him so their blazing eyes are only millimeters apart. "You're my best damn friend in this galaxy, Garrus. You don't make me uncomfortable at all."

He wraps his large hand around one wrist and the other rests against the base of her neck and over her shoulder. "I just heard your heart speeding up…"

She has told him her opinion of the situation, but she needs to make sure that he is not just going along and following her lead, she needs to make sure of his own comfort. "Does this make you uncomfortable? We don't have to do anything if it does."

He chuckles and nuzzles against her nose with his nose plates. "You can never make me feel uncomfortable, nervous maybe, but never uncomfortable."

She smiles and releases his face so that she can drag her hands down his chest, coming to a rest as the pass over the rise of his cowl. She feels the deep vibration through her fingers tips run down her arms and settle in her chest and belly, like a warm vibration. "So, how about you show me where to start?" She smirks up to him with one brow raised in light hearted mischief.

His mandible flicks out in a smirk, accompanied by that quick little hum, and grabs her fingers to lead them to latches of his clothes that run along his side. As she works her fingers into the catches, trying to figure out the way they open, is it pull or push like a button?, he reaches to the back of his neck. With a small zip, the collar around his neck loosens and falls open.

She huffs at her inability to open his damn shirt, when he returns his hands to her, stroking her hair with one and the other caressing her hip. "Garrus, you're going to have to give me more than just placing my hands on your clothes."

He chuckles and reaches down to the source of her ire and hooks his talons beneath a little lip towards the back of the little clips. With a sharp, strong snap, it pulls open, and she blinks at the remaining two on that side. "How the hell did you do that?"

She looks up to his face to see the smug look of satisfaction and although part of her wants to clock him for being so damn at ease, another is more than happy to see the bastard more like himself to actually do anything. He wraps his warm fingers around hers and navigates her to the catches, bending her fingers under the edge and pulling.

As it comes undone, she can't believe that her breath is quickening and her body heating at the simple act of opening the catches of his clothing. As he does the same to the last closure on that said, she steps closer and he leans his head against the side of her own. She moves to the other side with more confidence and as she pulls each open his own breath begins to come heavier and a bit faster against her ear.

When the last latch opens, he steps back with one last nip against her cheek. His shirt is hanging loosely on his torso and as he grabs the hem and pulls it over his head, she can't help her open mouthed look of awe that he misses because he breaks eye contact for the second to throw his shirt away.

He looks back with silent question in his eyes and she can see the insecurity shining through his attempt at a light hearted mandible flick. She smiles in encouragement and takes a step closer, her hands coming to a stop to hover over him. "Can I touch you?" she asks up to him, hoping that he can see her excitement and open admiration.

He huffs out a bitter sounding laugh. "I think we're a little past asking for permission, but go ahead," he nods and motions to her hovering hands. When her palms touch his plates, he releases a rush of breath.

His plates are warm, just on this side of too hot, and though they look hard, they have a give similar to the hard soles of combat boots, and are smooth like polished stone. They are the same silvery color as his facial plates and although their edges look like they should be sharp angles, they are smooth.

She takes a slight step back so that she can run her hands over more of his torso and get a better look at him overall. His cowl, the most prominent aspect of his body feels more firm as she runs her fingers along divots that make it seem as though it was once made of individual plates that have grown together to interlock. Taller in the back, it curves over the base of his shoulders and down into the center of his chest, where another prominent aspect of his anatomy rests.

Offhandedly remembering its name is a keel bone, she runs her fingers down the prominent center edge down to where the plates become thinner and run into the tan flesh of his leathery hide. It is when she touches this hide that his stomach twitches under her finger tips and a soft growl escapes.

"That feel good, huh?" she asks with a smile, knowing full well the answer. "I take it your plates don't have any feeling?"

"I can't only feel the cooler temperature and pressure of your fingers if you press into them, not the actual feeling of your skin." He responds. His mandibles flicker in uncertainty for a moment. "So, uh, like what you see, Jane?"

She smiles warmly, pouring all her care into her expression. "Garrus, you're gorgeous."

He snorts dismissively. She definitely doesn't like the fact that he may be thinking that she's just catering to his ego, he doesn't need someone to tell him he looks good, he needs her to tell him the truth and she wishes she was better with words so she could do that.

"Hey," she cups her fingers around each mandible, tugging lightly to get his attention and staring deep into his eyes. "I am not saying things just to make you feel good about yourself. I am not bullshitting you, and if you can't believe me, then that's your problem. Is that how you want tonight to go?"

She knows it's harsh, but damn it, she wishes he could read minds because he is handsome. Not just because he's Garrus and he best friend who she cares for, but because she can see the appeal in the statuesque form. His plates give the look of living armor, moving with each flex and breath, and though he has all the elements of a predatory species, she was never one to look at dangerous thing and not see the majestic beauty of it.

He searches her eyes silently and nods in acceptance as his hands grab hold of her own hips. She smiles softly in silent apology and stands up on her toes to plant a kiss against his lip plates. She wants his tongue in her mouth, his pants, purrs, and growls echoing in her own throat, but he has already said that he doesn't know how long this night will last, so she ends the kiss before that and runs her hands down his torso. She wants to get the chance to see him completely before his work calls him away, even if it seems a bit selfish.

She stops herself from moving directly to his pants and instead takes one arm into her hands to inspect it. She has seen his hands before, but still takes a moment to run over his black tipped talons and across the plates that touch when he extends his fingers, but that reveal the soft hide between when he makes a fist. The plating down his fingers continue over the tendons in his hand, thinning into his hide around his wrist for movement. She even passes over the soft underside of his palm and gets the same reaction from his fingers as always, a small spasm and curl.

The soft underside of his forearm is a combination of thin plate and hide, a tannish silver that still has that smooth texture of plate, but a give closer to that of his unprotected hide. The top of his forearm has plates like those along his body. At his elbow are plates layered so that they create spine like protrusions, probably for uses similar to teeth and claws at one time. His upper arm is covered in normal plating, but his should has a thinner, more malleable plating much like the kind right above his waist, to help in him maintaining full movement.

She raises his hand to her lips and gives the knuckles of his hand a chaste kiss. She knows that this admiring of his body is probably coming off a little stronger than wanting a good bed partner and more into the serious relationship territory, but he needs to know that even though different, she delights in his alien form. He purrs softly at the contact of her lips and the sound pulls a small smile at the corner of her mouth.

As she releases his hand, he tries to move to pull her into a kiss, but she pushes against him and runs her hands to the tops of his pants. If he gets what he wants, then they'll spend all night kissing and she only has a few days left with him and doesn't want to feel like they are wasted. She tugs at the edge of his pants, releasing them and pulling, so they create a little tug on his hips and he chuckles.

"Someone's in a hurry," he smirks but joins her hands with his own. "We need to remove my boots first though."

Huffing in impatience, she scoots back enough to let him take the chair behind him and sit to start working on his boots. "Fine, fine. We'll do this the right way if it's so important to you." She can't help but smirk when he raises his eyes from his boots with a raised eye ridge.

As he unlatches some buckles on his boots, she squats down to sit and help him, but also with hopes that she can get a chance to give his two-toed feet the same attention as his hands and arms. Seeming to understand her intentions, he lets her help to pull off the heavy shoe from his feet and when she takes one into her lap he doesn't protest.

The plating layout of his feet are much like his hands, with interlocking plates along his toes and up his tendons to his ankle. Instead of three long digits, he has two very large toes each ending in massive claws with that black tip like his fringe and talons. The pads of his toes and ball of his foot are calloused, probably from his shoes, and when she moves to the part of his foot that evolved differently than her own he growls softly.

She looks up, curious. "Does this hurt?" She wouldn't think it would, but then again, she has no real experience with differently shaped feet.

He shakes his head with a small smile, "Not what you're doing. I've been needing to get new boots because those always make my feet hurt right after taking them off."

She smirks and rubs gently on the spot right in the center of his foot past the bend of his toes that had caused his pain. They are still for a few moments, his soft purr the only noise in the apartment, before she moves to stand up. "Maybe one night when we aren't rushing against your superior's sense of timing," he offers his hand to help her get up from the ground, "I can give you a human foot message."

"That…actually sounds like it'd feel good." He joins her in standing, idly holding her hands in his. "Turians don't normally have moments of just touching." He pauses, thinking over something, then quickly nods with a smile. "Yeah, I'd definitely like to take you up on your offer one day."

She smirks and gives him a quick peck on his right cheek plate, before pulling back and placing her hands softly on his clothed hips. "Ready to show me the money maker, Garrus?"

He snorts, "I think you're at a severe advantage here." She smiles and tugs at the front of his trousers, to with he chuckles lightly. Sure, it's strange to be fully clothed, but this is her time to admire him. Now that she's seem most of him and liked it, she hopes she can convince him into letting her put him in her sketches. "Fine, fine. Take advantage."

He leads her hands like he did on his shirt to the clasps along the sides of his jutting hips. She doesn't really put much effort in following his movements as her eyes are caught on the overall difference of his proportions.

Before, when she was running her hands on him, she hadn't paid any attention to the fact that his silhouette was so different from her own, at least not past the cowl anyways. Now she can see that besides his broad chest and shoulders, his waist tapers to maybe even the same width as her own, and then pulls back out slightly to the plates along his hips. The only thing that gives his lower body width even close to his chest and shoulders are the, supposed, plates at tops of his outer thigh. They don't jut out to match his chest, but his does tend to give his body a bit of an hourglass silhouette.

He looks to her once the closures along his hips are open, waiting for her to make a move and she takes him up on his offer, moving towards him to run her fingers along the, now loose, edges of his pants and against the plate and skin beneath.

He growls a stuttering growl that reminds her of and old engine idling and grabs his clothes to help her remove them. She laughs a bit at his impatience, but stops herself from caresses his now bare thighs as she watches him stretch the material over and off his spurs.

With the pants now off and thrown somewhere in the direction of the couch, Jane look at the last bit of Garrus' body. His legs are plated in a very similar fashion to his arms, with hard plates at places where movement is not needed and either nonexistent or very thin where the joints bend and flex. His spur turns out to be like one long spine, much like his fringe, and Jane smiles when she notices it to it tipped in black, a small, subtle detail that she has come to find unique to his plates. His outer thighs do, in fact, have a plate that extends up and out at the very top of the limbs' connection to his body, leaving a nice little divot right on top of his hips that her hands can rest easily on.

It's when her eyes reach the center of his legs that she finds something she isn't ready for. He is smooth and seemingly genderless in terms of genitalia. She knows that every porn video she's watched has had a male with a penis, a unique and not at all human penis but one just the same. Although she doesn't want to make this more awkward than it has to be for him, she has to get to the bottom of what's what.

"Uh, Garrus," she looks up to him, biting her lip on how to put her question.Fuck it, the guy knows I don't beat around the bush. "Where's your junk?"

He laughs and she feels much lighter because he doesn't seem to be taking it the wrong way. "I thought you watched Turian porn." The way he says it so nonchalantly is even more appealing than she would've thought.

"I did," she swats lightly against his chest, "and I figured that it makes sense that it's tucked away since your planet is radioactive and all, but you know how porn is. I didn't want to assume that the things those males were wielding around were what's the norm or some embellishment for entertainment purposes."

Her response only makes him laugh harder, "what kind of porn are you watching?" He probably, really doesn't want to know, she thinks to herself. "It is tucked away, as you so delicately put it, and are plates only really open when we're in the mood."

Feeling more at ease that she hasn't been completely mislead by vids, she smirks up at him and runs her hands up the smooth hide of his waist, receiving a growl in return. "And how do we go about putting you in the mood?"

"By getting you out of your own clothes for starters," he says with a heavy breath.

She has seen enough vids to know the waist was a hot spot for Turians, but didn't really think the mere stroking would've gained the shiver of skin and panted breathing he was responding with. She had hoped she wouldn't need talons to give him pleasure and would be find resorting to using pressure to help simulate the effect, but to find his skin was so sensitive was beyond words and she found her own body heating up and breath coming out faster.

She leans up, still messaging and kneading his waist, and lets him claim her mouth with his own, his hands cupping her face. As his tongue enters her mouth and wraps around hers, she hears a double chime from his Omni-Tool. She pauses, but he only pulls his tongue out while remaining pressed to her and speaks. "Ignore it, it's only a message ping from Chellick." He immediately replaces his tongue with a moaned growl and tightening in her hair.

The Omni-Tool rapidly rings it's double chime again, and a third time not a second later, and doesn't show any sign of stopping no matter how much he seems to be willing it away with his vigorous movements of mouth and tongue. Reluctantly, Jane pulls again and stops her movements against his unplated waist. "Garrus, you should probably see what that is." She gives him an apologetic smile, trying to tell him with her eyes that she hadn't wanted it to end either. "You wouldn't want to piss off the guy who may put in a good word for you."

Groaning, he releases her head and moves to the living room while pulling open his Omni-Tool. As he is walking away, she can see that the plates over his groin are separated and the softer flesh beneath is just visible.Well, at least there's not a question of if he was enjoying himself.

She snorts in amusement to herself as he settles against the back of the couch to read his message. His statement about it being a long mail goes unnoticed as Jane gets a great idea and reaches for her notebook on the table.

He takes quite some time to read whatever it was that was sent, and during that time she is able to sketch out his relaxed, but naked, form unawares. She doesn't think he would mind much if she gave in to her curiosity and need to, in a sense, immortalize him and their moment together.

Sighing in defeat as she puts the last touches on his portrait, he stands straight and makes his way back to her, but stopping to pick up his pants that were thrown. "I really am starting to hate that guy…" he says, then looking up to her with his own apologetic look, "I'm sorry, Jane, but Chellick says he may have the final piece of the puzzle and wants me in when he brings in our suspect."

Understanding completely the importance of the job, she stands and grabs both of his forearms, smiling. "I understand, Garrus. This is your first case, you have to make a good impression with everyone that you can get the job done even if that means coming in after hours." She leans up on her tiptoes and kisses him lightly against his lip plates before rubbing her forehead against his. She can't help but chuckle at the intense tingle in her body from his subharmonic rumbling.

She then releases him to dress as she searches for his thrown shirt. When she finds it on the counter in the kitchen the two share a laugh before he pulls it over his head. He rubs his forehead against hers and nips her cheek in a quick goodbye with her promise to pick back up where they left off when he gets home.