~Jane~
Jane wakes with a start, but it's not the pained or panicked gasp or thrashing she is used to, more like a feeling of realization. She knows that her dream of Garrus on Akuze means something, but she was never any good at interpreting things like that.
All she knows is that he had saved her, figuratively of course but saved her in some way from fighting in the dirt with the body of Jameson before coming to an end by the Thresher Maw. Could it be a sign that maybe she should stop dodging around her internal conflict of what her feelings for Garrus really were? Was she really finding herself at a point where she could trust someone at their outward signs of care and not expect them to turn on her?
As she constantly turns the thought over in her head, she feels his arm drape over her waist and draw her against his warm chest. She smiles at the gentle embrace as he nuzzles against the back of her neck and head.
"You okay?" he softly questions, his groggy voice a deep combination of subharmonics almost louder than his speech.
She reaches back and stokes along his arm on her side, "I'm fine. Just woke up and trying to get back to sleep." He hums sleepily and nuzzles again into her hair, Jane able to hear his deep intake of breath as he takes in her scent.
She rolls over to face him, not really able to see much in the dark room, but runs her hands along his chest in hopes to take his warmth and the feel of his plates shifting with each breath into memory. He lightly stokes his fingers against her waist where his hand came to settle, a soft purr rumbling from his chest.
As she feels his body move beneath her fingers, the thoughts of her dream drifting through her mind, her body starts to warm. She scoots her body closer to his, and stretches up the run her lips against his chin.
A little bit of information she had learned while searching for his injuries was that the skin of his chin leading to his neck was soft, so she had figured it would be sensitive. His responding shiver was a sign in the right direction, so she opened her lips and planted a kiss, creating a tiny suction before releasing. His tightening against her waist and quick pant was sign enough and she moved up on the bed so that she could have better access.
"Jane, are you sure?" He looks to her, searching her eyes, emitting that subvocal she can only feel in her belly and not hear. The question is a good one, he has given her plenty of space to work things out since her freak out and it wouldn't be right to relive that night again.
Tonight, though, she feels good and genuinely happy. Being here with him for this past almost two months was one of the best experiences of her life and he is one of the most important people in her life. She wants to share one more experience with him before leaving for N-training and she wants it so badly it sits like a deep ache in her belly. "I really want this with you, Garrus."
He doesn't question her again as she dives to his neck and under his chin, assaulting it with harsh nips and soothing kisses. His hands are not idle as they move under her shirt to stroke her breasts and pinch her nipples. He moans loudly at one particular hard bite with her teeth, and drags her leg over his, moving his own leg between hers.
She pulls back from his neck and moans at the friction he creates when he lifts the leg and pulls slightly on her leg, that stuttering purr or arousal filling the room. Before she can dive back into his sweet spots her claims her mouth, twisting his tongue with hers and pulling a moan from the both of them.
She runs her hands to the back of his neck, one hand digs fingers into the base of his fringe to message the nerves and the other moving to the crest itself to slip her fingers around the centermost at its base and giving a slight squeeze. He releases her mouth to gasp for breath and release it with a feral growl, diving down to her neck to assault the nerves that run along it.
He grinds roughly against her and nips more forcefully than he has before, and she moans at the intense pleasure, his rough tongue soothing the flesh sending a heat straight to her cunt. His ministrations have her already soaking her panties and neither of them have any clothes off, but she can't find the strength to pull away for even a second.
"Garrus," she moans, "we have to take off our damn clothes."
He growls, and her cunt betrays her again by responding with a flash of heat and a jerk against his leg. Returning her friction, he laves one long lick against her neck once before pulling back slightly to quickly divest himself of his clothing.
She can't even remember the two actually removing clothing or where the articles are thrown to, but she doesn't care as almost immediately she finds herself once again in Garrus' arms, head thrown back as he strokes the back of a knuckle against her heated center, the other hand stroking and plucking a nipple in time, and his hot mouth against her ear, purring and growling at her responses.
Coming enough to her senses to realize that she isn't getting nearly as involved, she moves her hand from the back of his neck up to the more sensitive sweet spot, and her other from around his wrist at her legs to his waist and squeezes and strokes.
Her actions seem to leave him just as senseless as she is because his rhythmic motions stutter and he moans into her ear, a low "Jane" barely distinguishable from his subharmonics. She turns her head to kiss him deeply before moving to pull his hand from between her legs.
She shifts to move over him and he silently understands her command, shifting to his back and hands coming to her hips as she throws a leg over his. His cock is already at full attention and glistens in the low orange light from his clock on the desk.
She strokes him once, coming to a rest around his larger base as he pants. She can't wait to see him writhing below her as she grinds against his alien curve and ridges. Before she moves to hover above him though, she has a strange vision from the porn vids pop into her head and she has to ask about it, damn her stupid curiosity.
"Garrus," his hazy eyes focus a bit at her change in voice, "I have a question." She strokes him once to make sure he doesn't start to think she is going to change her mind and leave him high and dry.
"You won't get a very good answer if you keep doing that," he smirks, his right mandible still bandaged.
"In the porn I watched, when the couple were really getting into it, the guy…how do I put it? He would flick his tongue out, almost like he was scenting the air. Is that normal?" She didn't really care, and if she had actually thought about it before sitting inches away from his hard dick and a crazy need in her pussy she definitely would have asked then.
"That's exactly what he's doing." He lifts his hips in an absentminded search for the friction she was teasing at with her hand against him. "Does it bother you?" He looks up to her and she shakes her head in the negative. "Good, because it's not really a conscious thought, just kind of instinct when it's really good."
She finds herself oddly turned out by the thought of getting Garrus so into it that he can't control his basic urges and silently lets him know by giving a firm stroke, to which he replies with a moan, and lifting up and over him.
Before she brings him into her though, she decides to prolong themselves, not knowing if he is the same as males of her species. Instead of taking him in, she lowers herself enough to circle her opening with his pointed tip, feeling his thicker, warmer lubricant against her folds to mix with her own.
He throws his head back in groan at the sensation, "You're so warm I can feel it radiating off you." He looks to her eyes, both green and blue bright and vivid despite being half lidded in lust and desire. "Come on, Jane," he growls with a slight thrust, not bringing him any closer than brushing against her folds again.
She takes him in hand and guides him so that she can envelope him slowly, his hands moving to help support her. As he slowly enters her, she feels his strange shape expand her walls as she moves down inch by inch.
Her hands move to his chest to hold her weight as she slowly reaches his base. The feeling of him inside her is indescribable. He isn't abnormally long or abnormally wide, but the combination of the two together is something she isn't used to from her previous experiences, it was either one or the other. The stretch isn't painfully either, in fact, it feels amazing to have such a tight fit between the two, as if he were special made to fit.
He groans and it causes a little flitter of her muscles. "You're so damn tight. Is good you're so wet or I'd never fit you." She smirks and grinds into him, drawing her own startled moan from her lips.
Who knew the subtle forward curve and tiny ridges would make him able to hit every little sweet spot?
Feeling as if her pussy had adjusted enough to his shape, she lifts on her knees, almost completely releasing him, and lowers back, repeating and picking up speed. She shamelessly moans to the ceiling as she feels the ridges and curves stroke her inner walls as she moves up and down, finding pleasure like never before in this new experience.
As she settles on a pace, she feels him returning thrusts as she comes down, forcing himself deeper as they come together and bring his opened pelvic plates against her clit. Her arms are starting to tremble and her breaths are stuttering as the combined sensations are quickly bringer her closer to the edge.
When he moves a hand from her hips up to her breast, his fingers pinching and plucking at her nipple, she feels the starts of the tremors in her belly. Her body jerks out of sync but he shifts to pull her chest to his, both hands taking hold of her hips.
In this position he can thrust hard and fast up into her and she is forced to just take the pounding which is fine as the muscles in her body start to clench in her attempt to hold out just a bit longer. She can hear his rumbling growl in her ear and feel his pants across the side of her face as she holds onto him.
His thrusts change from fast and quick to hard and deep as his cock pulses hard, the ridges feeling more prominent against her already fit to climaxing walls and he moves to lick against her sweat soaked skin, growling at her taste.
"Garrus," she moans, unable to think and losing the battle with her building orgasm. It's when he grips both of her cheeks hard in each hand and pulls her to grind against his body, a deep thrust combined with a hard stroke of plates against her clit, that she falls over the edge with a scream.
She is too lost in the pleasure of her orgasm that she doesn't realize that her cunt's spasms and tightening pull his own orgasm from him with a low moaned growl. It's as she's coming down that she feels his weak thrusts to milk the last of each of their pleasure and the thick fullness inside from his seed.
"Garrus," she says breathlessly and collapsed on his chest once his strokes quiet, "that was fucking amazing."
He chuckles, his secondary vocals starting to fade away to their normal pitch. He strokes a hand through her hair, "When do you have to leave? Because if it was so great I could offer you another round."
She snorts and looks up to him, "So you're telling me Turians have this amazing stamina that I don't know about?"
He tilts his head in confusion. "I thought humans can have multiple orgasms."
She laughs at his misguided research, "That myth only revolves around women. Human men only go once and then they are done."
"Your poor males, no wonder they are always so angry. Turians are the opposite I guess, a female only orgasms once but a male can go consecutively."
His response stuns her into silence, her mouth hanging open in astonishment. He looks down to her and strokes a hand through her hair in silent question. She shakes out of her shock and smirks up to him. "Hell, if I'd known that, I would've jumped a Turian much sooner."
He laughs and strokes her chin with a thumb. "I just thought it was the same with humans as Turians, the males go for multiple rounds and the females go once and then they get pretty cranky soon after. I never even had a female hold me in her until I retracted back into my plates on my own."
His statement brings to mind that that is in fact what they're doing, his cock rests within her ready for sign of continuation but slowly softening in the lack of stimulation. "Is that a big thing for Turians?" The concept isn't really that strange to her because she's sure that human couples probably did the same, as a part of the afterglow, but she never had a relationship deep enough to even cuddle let alone stay connected.
"It's a sign of trust." He shrugs. "Nothing like taking a girl home to meet the family, to put it in human vid terms, but enough to say that you don't just want someone for the quick pleasure you can get from their body."
She ponders on the concept and decides she kind of likes the added intimacy that being connected brings and, looking at the clock on his desk, if she had the time she would have definitely taken him up on the offer to go for another round. Sighing as she shifts up, blaming her for taking so long to get to this point, she looks down to Garrus with an apologetic lift of the side of her lips. "I'm sorry, I'd love to take you up on your offer and we could test to see who has the better stamina, but it's already early enough that I need to get clean, packed, and eat something before heading out."
Leaning up to her, Garrus purrs as he strokes his forehead against her own, nuzzling against her as he rumbles to tickle her belly. After caressing each other's heads, he tilts to give her a human style kiss, slow and sweet.
Reluctantly, she pulls her still weak body off of his, his cock pulling free with a slight escape of his cum. He growls softly at the sight, but hands her his discarded shirt from being tossed up on the headboard to clean herself enough so she can get up out of bed. "Don't worry about the bed, I can always wash it after you leave," he assures her.
She moves to the shower to start the day and mentally prepare herself to be leaving back for Earth and back to the Alliance. When she exits the shower all cleaned up and in her best clothes for the long journey, she finds that Garrus has ordered some breakfast delivered for the two of them to share a last time.
"I just remembered," Jane says around a bite of toast, "I don't have anywhere to leave my guitar. Shit." She curses, a fist in her hair as she quickly tries to come up with a last minute solution.
"Just leave it here," Garrus says around his warm Turian tea. "I certainly won't do anything to it, so it's safe here."
Jane's eyes brighten at the idea, "Are you sure? You won't mind it being in the way?"
He quirks his left mandible out, "It takes up less space than this table does and you didn't even ask about bringing it in."
She mock glares, "You like this table, you ass. Besides, you need somewhere to work on that visor of yours and all your other important calibrations."
"You say calibrations like I use that word all the time." He relaxes back into his chair, "when you're the one who has said it more than me."
"Only to talk about you," she smirks back, taking one last look at the smart ass cop with the crystal blue eyes, dark blue colony marks, and bright, glowing blue visor that she finds herself falling so deep for before taking off to Earth for who knows how long in training.