~Garrus~

When he arrived home, Garrus found that Jane had ordered large bowls of noodles to be delivered, saying that she really had a craving that not even an almost arrest could dampen.

He found the noodles much easier to eat than the pizza and actually wondered how she managed without a tongue that could wrap around the noodles. Halfway through dinner, she tried some of his meal, her eyes brightening at the taste. She all but ate the rest of his bowl, stating that it was better than hers, but he didn't complain because he, in turn, enjoyed the more salty taste of her bowl.

He told her of the rest of his day following up on the case of Mrs. Tasik's missing jewelry and how it ended up in a complete waste of time when a second interview showed that she had merely misplaced her jewelry in her home.

Jane calms her guffawing enough to speak, her face red and her lips sucking in big gulps of air. "You're telling me that this little old lady was just confused. That's so cute, it's like a sitcom concept."

He groans, "It was not cute and the fact that I still have paperwork to fill out on it isn't cute." He rubs the base of his palms against his brow plates, "I still have a headache from the amount of paperwork C-Sec needs to simply say 'she is senile and can't remember her own name on some days, let alone where she put her fancy jewelry so she blames a thief.'"

"Ah," Jane pats his back, "come on, now, it's not so bad. At least your first case was something entertaining."

He snorts, "Wow, what a pep talk. I feel so invigorated and ready to get back to filling out forms."

She laughs and leans her weight against his side. "You are such a smart ass. I don't know how I'm going to manage to take orders without thinking up some quick remark." She lightly smacks her hand against his arm, "If I get charged with latrine duty the whole time I'm in training, I'm definitely going to make you pay."

He hums, "And just what would you have to do to teach me a lesson." She looks up to him with a question in her eyes. "I've heard I'm very hard headed, it might take quite a bit of punishment to get through my thick skull."

She smirks, "That so?" She stands and leans over at the waist, keeping her eyes locked with his. "I guess it's a good thing that I'm just as stubborn, huh?" She strokes one hand at the very tip of his keel bone.

He grabs her hand, the beginning of a purr starting in his chest, and stands, bringing her upright as they maintain eye contact. "I think we should probably test that." She smirks and rises to her tiptoes, he dropping his head to meet her.

She presses her pulp, warm lips against his plates, opening immediately after one quick peck to give him access. He rewards her with a deep growl and plunges his tongue into her mouth, wrapping around her plump little muscle and coaxing it to tangle with his own. He's becoming more and more accustomed to her smells and tastes, her musky and citrus taste in the beginning with the sweet smell of her arousal the more he turns her on.

He drags his talons lightly through her hair, one hand remaining in her red locks as the other then moves down her arm and coming to her waist. He squeezes once as habit and moves to tug her shirt from around her hips.

It's just as his hand touches her slightly cooler skin that she draws back. "Let's go to the bedroom instead, Garrus. That way we are more comfortable."

Agreeing that her idea is probably best if they find themselves following last night's path, he takes her hand and leads her to the bedroom.

Upon passing the threshold, he finds her back to him and slowly backing him to the bed as her hands search for the clasps of his shirt. Once his knees hit the frame and he sits, he reaches for her shirt, pulling it up so begin his assault on her revealed flesh.

He licks once along the curve of her ribs and she falters slightly, her breath quickening. He moves in again, to lick near the divot in her belly, navel he thinks it's called, and she swats him, frustrated with his distractions from her task.

He pulls back chuckling, a deep rumble of lust mixing in his vocals, deciding to quicken her endeavor by unsnapping his own clothes. She notices this and moves to her own clothes, pulling off her shirt to reveal an article of clothing not there last night.

As she twists her arm behind her back to adjust something on it, he can't take his eyes off of the flexibility that would be nearly impossible for his own kind. He can't help the turn-on growl he emits at the sight, and she smiles with a deep throated chuckle.

She tosses the clothing to the side and moves to help him pull his now loosened shirt off. As she leans close, the position puts her chest within reach. He forgets the shirt and wraps one arm around the backs of her thighs, pulling her close as the other hand goes to one of her breasts.

He strokes the pink center with the callus of his thumb, hearing her panted breath in response, and moves his mouth to the other. He nips first, to which she gasps, then wraps his tongue around it as it peaks, growling when he smells her responding arousal. Her hands fist in the hem of his shirt when he twists her nipples with his tongue and between forefinger and thumb.

"God damn it, Garrus," she pants. She moves her hands to his shoulders and shoves. "Get this damn shirt off, you fucking tease."

He chuckles and follows her orders. She decides to take her revenge by immediately going to his waist when he has his arms above his head and sufficiently trapped in the shirt's sleeves.

She digs her flat nails into the soft hide and he groans, feeling his pelvic plates loosening at her forceful approach. He quickly jerks his shirt from his arms, tosses it who knows where, and jerks her against him. He claims her mouth again, nipping hard against her lips and she responds with a low moan and her tongue shoving between his lip plates.

He moves each hand around a thigh and tugs her up into his lap, pulling the two of them further up into the bed. Once situated, he moves to her neck to run his tongue along the sharp bone at the base of her neck, the closest thing to a cowl. She gasps and grips the back of his neck, pressing into the nerves below his fringe, sending a hot pulse straight to his groin.

He moans, his subharmonics beginning to overlap in desire, and moves one hand to her breast, laving her neck along the pulse, his blood pumping in his own ears to mirror hers. With her situated upon him, he doesn't expect it when she leans forward and runs her tongue over his centermost crest.

She can't quiet reach the very tip with the way he is holding her, but she repeats it, coupled with her finger's steady message of the nerves below it, and his growl drowns out its accompanying moan. He feels himself growing hard within his sheath and knows his pants are going to get really uncomfortable any minute with her ministrations and sweet arousal growing stronger.

When she repeats her action, accompanied with a suction at the crest's base, right where its nerves are bundled the tightest, and a squeeze of her thighs around his waist, his cock slides free of his sheath with a feral sounding growl.

"Jane," his voice his heavy from trying to overpower his rumbling second vocals, "We need to get undressed." Wordlessly she nods emphatically in agreement and shifts off, working at the closure of her pants, as he works to free his cock from straining against its confinement.

Just as the last of his clothing is thrown to the side than Jane is straddling him once more, pushing his back down against the pillows. She leans down to him and uses that sweet suction against his neck as she messages his waist with one hand and wrapping one tiny hand around his pulsing need and pumping once, pulling a growled groan from his mouth as he buries his head in her hair.

She sits up and sifts, raising herself on her knees so that her sweet cunt hovers over his ridged cock, his hands going to her hips. She smirks and lowers just enough that her heat radiates over his tip, he growls and tries to thrust, but all he accomplishes is her hand stroking down as she raises on her knees away from him.

Deciding that just for today he can resort to playing her game, he relaxes his hips. She lowers back to hovering just above him, holding his tip within her radiating heat but not touching her wet center.

"Jane," he pleads, wanting to be in her and finally get to feel the sweet sensations he's being fantasizing about since he felt her with his fingers. He looks up to her and purrs, stroking his hands up from her hips and over her back.

Her skin doesn't feel as smooth and he doesn't have a chance to really question it before her body stiffens and her eyes widen. She jumps off of him in a panic and hard enough that she falls to the floor.

He immediately jumps up, his arousal forgotten in his concern. Jane is sitting on the floor, her head in her hands and he can hear her sob one loud sob, her shoulders shaking in silent tremors.

"Jane," he tries to console her, but she flinches from the warmth of his hand before it make contact with her skin. Resolving not to touch her he purrs softly in comfort, letting it be the only sound in the room.

After a look time of her buried in herself, she looks up to Garrus with pain in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Garrus. I didn't think that you touching my scars would cause such a reaction. I mean, you've touched me on the back before."

He moves from his crouch to a sitting position with his back against the bed. Immediately, she moves closer and he lets her burrow under his arm so that it rests on her shoulders. She takes his other hand and strokes the plates over it. "I guess I'm the biggest cock tease you've ever had."

He chuckles, "I've had worse." She shrugs, her only attempt at light heartedness, and he rubs his palm against her upper arm, pulling her to him.

They sit in silence for a while before she stands and excuses herself to the bathroom. Garrus decides that it's for the best that he take the room after her and rinse himself with cold water, he had retracted but was still hard and plenty ready. Whatever touching her scars had brought up had ended the night as far as Jane was concerned and it wasn't fair to deal with his situation in any other way.

When he had taken care of himself, much to the disappointment of his pulsing arousal, he slips some comfortable pants on and finds himself at a loss on if he should sleep in the same bed as her or go into the other room.

He must have stood there long enough to catch her attention because Jane pulls the blankets up with a weary smile. "Don't let me kick you out of your own bed."

Mind made up for him, he climbs in and finds her with a pair of shorts and a loose fitting shirt on. She lays with her back to him and he settles on his own side for bed, not knowing how to approach her earlier outburst and cursing himself for his lack of expertise at helping her through her obviously pained memories.

He thinks she has fallen asleep and he is soon to follow when she speaks over the silence. "I was hit with that last Thresher Maw spit. I think I told you how Jameson took the brunt because he was behind me, but I also got hit with the splash at least.

"I passed out before making it to the shuttle and I had to be pulled onboard. When I got to a hospital, I had to have extensive skin grafts. I couldn't leave the hospital for the longest time and even breathing hurt. I still felt the acid for almost two years after Akuze. Even now I think the acid caused damage to my nerves because sometimes I can't feel the lightest touches on my skin.

"I was okay with the scars, they were on my back so I didn't even see them, and if they didn't hurt I was fine with however disfigured I may look. Sometimes though, they just remind me of how badly I failed."

It's at her heartbroken pain that Garrus risks reaching to her, and she goes willing against his chest. He buries his muzzle in her hair and purrs, his pain and want to comfort her ringing out with hopes that she can understand.

He knows that he will never take a quick chance at pleasure over her comfort and though she may not share his feelings on the matter, he will always follow through with what is right for her above his solitary sense of satisfaction. This thing he has with her may mean nothing more than friends with benefits in her eyes, but he can't fight that it's becoming much more to him.