~Garrus~
The next four months for them entail Jane's final stages of planetside training on Earth and the end of the probationary period of Garrus working under another detective before being able to take cases on his own.
In that time, he grows close to his superior officer, Chellick, learning that past his strict work ethic, the man is experienced and willing to assist Garrus as he rises up the ranks. He doesn't seem to share his and Jane's fun attitude, but he doesn't belittle Garrus' efforts like his dad often did.
Jane, though she was usually exhausted and not much for communications, sends a message at least one a day. Sometimes it is simply to ask how is dad was and see how he's managing without her pleasant company and other times their conversations get a little more intimate.
She admits that due to her long days, she doesn't dream and isn't having nightmares. He is happy to hear that she isn't reliving the pain, but he knows that their absence was only due to exhaustion and not resolution but says nothing.
He wants her to be able to forgive herself for surviving Akuze and realize that her squad's deaths weren't her fault, if he could, he would gladly help her carry the burden. It is always her choice though, and his only option until then is to be there and wait until she trusts him enough to share her pain.
His heart jumps every time she writes of how much she misses him, both for his friendly company and nightly embraces. He still hasn't found the courage to tell her of his deeper feelings, fearing that to do so would raise up her walls that have gradually begun to chip away and fall at his feet. If what they have never moves forward to what he so desperately craves, then he will gladly give her whatever she will take from him.
Admitting that fact to himself makes him flabbergasted at his own foolishness. The feelings he is having are only things in sappy romance movies and tales, certainly not something that happens between two completely different people with lives in the reality.
He had only ever heard of someone being so infatuated with another that their chest rumbled involuntarily in love by the mere thought of them. This idea of your body knowing before your own mind what it wanted was so unbelievable that it couldn't possibly exist outside of fantasy, but here he was, finding himself purring deeply just by reading her messages of missing him.
Oh, how much easier this situation would be if Jane were Turian enough to understand my subharmonics. She could save me from this internal embarrassment.
Garrus now finds himself sitting at his apartment, home from work and anxiously bouncing his leg waiting for Jane to arrive. She had messaged him the night before that she would be arriving on the Citadel for a short layover before being taken by ship out to start her off-planet training and expected to spend it in his company if he would have her. He had admitted, stupidly, that he couldn't think of anything else better to do with his time.
With that is mind, she had pinged him about an hour before now to say that her transport was on schedule and entering the Citadel's docking, so she should be coming through his door any minute. With that in mind, he pushes this mess of his fanatical heart to the back of his mind in hopes that he doesn't seem distracted during their short time together.
Hearing the whirring noise of his door lock, he stands just as it opens with a swish to reveal Jane, a bit tired looking but with a bright smile on her lips and shining in her eyes. She steps across the threshold, the door closing, and dropping her duffle to the floor as he comes around the couch. A spark flashes between their connected eyes and they rush to each other.
At the touch of her body to his, he instinctively leans down, his long arms wrapping around her tiny body, and she raises on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck and on the inside crevice of his cowl. He straightens with her in his hold, making her little feet lift from the ground and pulling a lighthearted laugh from her throat.
"I missed you, Garrus, you ugly bastard," she jokes against his neck and he chuckles from her words and the feeling of her breath against his sensitive hide. She trails quick, closed mouthed kisses up his neck, across his mandible, and coming to rest at his lip plates, where he reciprocates with pressure, purring in happiness and love.
"I missed you too, Jane," he says once she pulls back to give his forehead a more subdued nuzzle. The look in her green eyes makes him wish so deeply for the strength to tell her his earlier thoughts, but alas, his courage fails him. Instead, he tries to pull away with levity. "I kept your guitar safe while you were gone."
She laughs and he drops her back to stand on the ground, but instead of pull from him, she moves her arms to wrap around him just above his sensitive waist. He holds her close around her upper arms in response. "Thanks, though I'm sad to say that I won't get to actually check the truth of that statement with how little time I have." She smirks up and him with one brow raised, "I think I'd like to spend that time in a much moreproductive manner."
He hums deep in his throat, one hand shifting to caress against her neck and cheek, "I like where this is going."
Just as quickly as their meeting starts in the happy mood, her smile drops and she looks deeply into his eyes. He is about to ask what he said wrong when she gives him a sad half smile. "Garrus, where are we going with this?"
He steps back in confusion, still in her arms but more able to look her straight in the eyes and not towering over her so much. "What do you mean?"
She looks away and shrugs softly, "I got word that I will be in space training for a very long time. More precisely, I'm going to be away and training for around fifteen months. I'd get time off for leave, but it would only be to a base or Alliance station, I won't be given the option to come all the way to the Citadel." She looks up to him and the look in her sad eyes sends a deep ache to his chest. "Should we even bother with this?"
He hopes that the words from her mouth aren't what he fears he's hearing and silently chants and begs her in his head not to give up, not to stop before he's found the courage to tell her the extent of his feelings. Before he can force his mouth to open and protest, she continues. "I've always heard that long distance relationships never work, and that's when it's with humans. What's going to happen with us, as two different species?
"I'd love to keep this going, but I don't want to fuck up the good thing we had before screwing it up by getting into bed together. Do you want to just call this off and not ruin our friendship with trying to maintain a fucking relationship?"
Her eyes search his, seeming to beg him to make the decision, to be the moving force to help her through her indecision. His heart beats against his carapace, screaming to fight for this, to fight for what they are just barely building and not give in to doubt.
Taking her chin in hand he raises her head so that their eyes can connect, his avian blues focusing her beautiful emeralds, "Nothing will change the friendship we have. This," he motions to their close bodies, "is something we both want so badly." She nods in agreement to his statement, more to herself it seems. "We should give it a try, screw the fears and what you've heard. If anyone can do this long-distance relationship thing, it's us. We've been through quite the hell together."
She stares up to him, her breath held, seeming to listen to some internal debate, before taking a deep inhale and releases it slowly. "I'd like that," she admits with a soft smile, "I'd like that a hell of a lot."
He hums and leans down, pulling her chin up to meet his lips. He nips against her soft flesh of her lips and she gasps as he breathes in, taking her breath in to taste. Her distinct flavor ghosts over his tongue and he purrs, moving his hand to the back of her hair to twist in her hair as he flicks his tongue against her upper lip, still outside her mouth but with the hint of a tease.
She gasps again and strokes against his mandibles, her light touches sparking his nerves to send little shocks down his body and his mouth to water to heighten his senses. Not able to keep up this angle of leaning to her, he pulls back with despite her small groan of displeasure. He chuckles and nudges her back as their hands begin to explore, leading her to the table he had unknowingly acquired and that he has come to love just as much as Jane herself because she bought it.
She hits the edge and looks back to it with a startled expression, she must not have really noticed him softly edging her back. She smirks up to him once his intentions finally click. He wants her too bad to make it to the bedroom and by her forceful fisting and pulling of his shirt to bring his body against hers, she shares the sentiment.
He growls at the intent of her demand, and dips his head to her mouth to tangle with her delicious tongue as she shifts to lean her weight against the table and gain a little extra height. As she uses that sweet suction against his tongue, his pelvic plates shift open with stuttering growl and a flood of blood rushes from his head down his belly.
He lifts her shirt, pulling it quickly up over her head and tosses it off somewhere. The movement brings the fact that his shirt is looser that before, and he quickly looks down in surprise to find that she has snapped open the clasps of his shirt. Their eyes meet with matching smirks and they both move to their own remaining tops to remove them.
Now with both of them bare from the hips up, his crouches, grabbing behind her thighs and pulling her up to the table. If he had the mind to, he would bring up the fact that he just heard what sounded an awful lot like a giggle, but his mind blanks of any smart comment when her glorious legs wrap around his waist and squeeze.
He moans shamelessly and his cock pulses inside its sheath, his fluids starting to build in response. He returns her heavy chuckle by moving a hand to her breast and the other to the back of her head to force it to the side so he can assault her neck. Her hands shoot straight to his sensitive neck sides and back with a moan as he flicks her nipple and swipes his rough tongue against her skin.
He can taste the sweet scent of her arousal in her musky sweat and he groans as he feels his cock slip out with an uncontrollable hip jerk, his fluids soaking the front of his pants. He moves his hand away from her hair and runs it down to her cunt, feeling her own desires soaking her clothes as she moans to his touch.
"Garrus," she pants, unable to string together any more complex sentences and drops her hands to the front of his pants. Her fingers stroke against his straining erection and groans into her neck, jerking uncontrollably once in expectation of her delicate hand around his flesh.
Wanting nothing more than to be deeply buried inside her tight pussy, he grabs her wrist and shoves her hand to her own pants in a silent order to undress herself. He then releases her when she shifts her hips off from around him to remove his own pants hurriedly.
He gets naked before she completely gets unclothed, benefits of not having boots on when she showed up, and takes advantage to tease her, one hand on her breast and the other dipping down to her dripping center.
She squirms at his idle circling of her clit and moans with desperation, "Garrus, you prick. Help me," she whines, "please."
Taking pity on her desperate situation, he chuckles and moves his hands to less sensitive places on her cunt and breast, to which she huffs, either in exasperation from his insistence to tease or from the lesser stimulation. "Do you have more pants?" he leans his head close to her ear and speaks, her shiver to his breath pulling a growl from his lips.
She nods fiercely, her hands still on her clothes as she is absorbed in his teasing. With no further assurance or making sure she even comprehended, Garrus moves his hand from her cunt to the crotch of her pants, gripping it firmly and giving one hard tug, his talons making short work of the material and panties.
She gasps and her arousal spikes, a note to add to the list for later, and her pants are now in two pieces, one hanging limping out from the opening in her remaining shoe and the other falling from her unbooted foot to the ground.
Without a second thought, Garrus moves back into her embrace and her legs return to wrap gloriously around his waist and rest upon his hip spurs. He moves to her ass and pulls her to the edge of the table, licking her neck and purring as she takes him in hand.
She strokes once up him and squeezes lightly against his heavy base causes him to jerk in her fist in silent order to hurry the hell up. He can take a little teasing, but why hold off when the real thing is so much better?
Jane squeezes his thighs against him and pulls him ever closer to her body, their heats radiating into each other. It is then that he feels the sweet heat of her cunt around his pointed tip, and her sweet fluids coating and mixing with his own as he slowly pushes forward when she releases his base, giving him the lead.
He takes it slow to not hurt her with his different shape, but even the slow entering doesn't affect the sheer pleasure of her tight, wet heat wrapping around him. Fitting flush to his every curve and ridge as he stretches her, making her fit him with a tight seal. A deep, rumbling moan erupts from his throat and she exhales a breathy, high moan as he pushes flush.
Unlike her, he doesn't stop at that and instead he slowly pulls back out, stopping just as the tip of his head rests within her folds. On her light inhale, he pushes fully back in and her mouth drops open in a silent moan, her eyes closing. He pulls back out, relishing in the facial reactions of his sensitive ridges running along her inner walls, and pushes in with more force, making her breasts bounce with a hard thrust at the end.
He starts up a pace of long, fast thrusts once he's sure she's used to his shape, holding one leg around his waist and stroking one of her nipples, and she doesn't settle to sit idle as she pulls with her legs and hands on his ass. Each time he pushes in, she thrusts hard to him, pulling him deeper and gasping as his plates hit her sensitive button.
Her breath starts to stutter and her motions get jerkier as he too feels himself coming closer to the edge. Soon, she merely pulls him close and moves her hands to his waist and fringe to grip hard and demands, "Harder. Deeper. Faster. Garrus."
He growls, unable to produce any sort of civilized language over his lustful subvocals, dropping his head against her chest, and changes his pace to appease their desires. He pulls her to him with a hand around her waist and drops his other to their joining to circle roughing around her swollen clit.
The sight of his swollen, blue cock sliding into her red cunt sends him into the first stages of his orgasm, his ridges flaring up and blood pulsing to the edge of pain, and his thrust becoming uneven. His subtle changing in shape pushes her into her own climax, as she screams breathlessly as her walls grips him hard, seeming to squeeze the life from him.
With one last plunge deep into her, his orgasm hits full force as he fills her with a long, low growled groan, his hips jerking shallowly to try and pull out every sensation of their joining. Seeming to gain a bit of coherency, Jane strokes the back of his neck softly gasping each time he surges to fill her with more of his seed. Feeling his body finally pass over the threshold of too much stimulation and stop cuming, he sighs, deeply sated and raises his head to the sight of a beautifully flushed Jane.
He feels a sweet ache in his chest at the sight and smiles, pushing a strand of hair from her face to behind her ear. She returns his smile and pulls his head down for a long kiss, tender and not laced with frantic desire. Her kiss feels like something more than simple friends finding pleasure in each other, but he can't question her when she draws back and rubs her head against his with a dejected sigh.
"What's wrong, Jane," he caresses her cheek, looking deep into her eyes while softly stroking against her forehead with his own.
"I'm expected to head back to the docks soon for mandatory roll call." She mirrors him and strokes along one mandible. "Though I'd love you try you for round two." Despite his every intention not to, his cock jerks inside her at the statement. Before he can curse himself, she laughs, "And it seems like you'd like that too."
He smiles and pulls from her, removing himself from the wet pleasure in case he started to get too worked up to have to need a cold shower.
He had never had a female let him when to choose to pull from her body even though they were as good as done for the day. Though he had told Jane that it was important in his culture, he doesn't think she realizes that it's more than just trust in someone you care for. This kind of trust is something that bondmates share, something that his stupid romantic heart so desperately wanted her to know, but he was too afraid to actually explain.
Deciding that it's best not to bring up this little nuisance given her previous fears, he offers his hand to help her up and off of the table. She stands on unsteady legs and looks down to her shredded clothing, her brows raising in surprise.
He laughs at the image of Jane with one boot on and her demolished pant leg hanging loosely from where it is tucked into the top. "I sure hope you were right when you said you had another pair."
She mock scowls, "I'd sure hope so. I wouldn't want to walk up the Alliance butt ass naked saying," she straightens her stance, bringing her heels together, and throws her hand up in a human salute, "'Sorry, Sir, I got jumped by a very impatient Turian and he tore off my pants. I won't let it happen again.'" The two laugh as they search for where they happened to throw their remaining clothes.
By the time they dress and she slips into a new pair of underwear and pants, they barely have enough time to share a quick meal before she is called in to report. They kiss slowly and with more emotion than either cares to bring up.
As he walks her to the waiting cab transit, their outward appearance doesn't betray to strangers their deep feelings they share. If anyone were to look at them, they would just seem like friendly comrades seeing each other off and that's just the way they like it.