~Jane~

When Garrus had sent her a message earlier today saying that she was all clear to return to the apartment later tonight, but to be sure to 'wear something nice' she had no clue what in the hell he meant.

Wear something nice wasn't really something in her vocabulary. Sure she knew what that meant, but ever since joining the military anything she ever wore that didn't involve a uniform was catered to being comfortable to wear, not 'nice.'

Did he have some grand scheme planned up that meant her casual shirt or tank wasn't going to cut it? Just what the hell had happened while she was away that he would even know what classified as something 'nice' to wear?

With a shake of her head in utter confusion, Jane had given in and traveled to a boutique to look for something a little less casual than her usual outfits.

When she enters the store, she immediately waves off the approaching Asari, assuring both herself and the overly enthusiastic attendant that she will call if she needs the help. She doesn't want to spend all day shopping and isn't completely oblivious to fashion, her days working for the Reds taught her enough she figures.

Knowing that she can't pull off the same sexy numbers as most of the women shopping here, she completely bypasses the dresses. She's spent too long strengthening her muscles in her arms and legs to know that showing them off won't really classify as 'wearing something nice.' Does Garrus even know what looks good on a human woman?

As Jane looks through the clothing, already having a pair of black pants in hand to try, she actually feels a bit excited for tonight.

It's been a long time since she's ever felt like fancying herself up and usually it was just to look good for a first impression at a bar. The last time she has ever tried to pick someone up was before Akuze and that was over five years ago.

She certainly isn't the type of woman to enjoy shopping for what seems like such a frivolous thing as fancy clothes, but she can't deny that a small part of her likes being able to get dressed up and feel like a different person.

No, that's not right… I get to feel like a different me, Jane admits with an inward smile.

Since before the horrible disaster on Akuze, getting dressed up and pretending to not be a hard soldier was a type of guilty pleasure for Jane. One she didn't really notice she had until getting the opportunity to bring it back because of Garrus' insistence.

She can't help the wide smile that appears on her face as she takes back a handful of blouses to try on and that stays long after she purchases her outfit for the night.

Garrus may or may not know what hits him when she sees him. Either way, she can certainly see the appeal to buying some more outfits like this in the future.

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Jane arrives at Garrus' apartment at the exact time he had sent her earlier through ping, knowing that it was well after he was off work and wondering just why he wanted her to show up at a scheduled appointment, so to speak.

She followed his rules and got dressed before leaving her hotel in her black slacks, suede black heels, and dark green blouse. Her blouse had a deep neckline and cinched at her waist, flowing loose around her hips. The sleeves had slits to bare her shoulders and stopped midway between her elbow and wrist.

She pulled her long red locks back into a French braid that fell to just above the curve of her butt and was a bit surprised to see the length considering her hair was usually always either up or so curly that it bounded around her shoulders.

For her makeup, she wanted to stick with a softer touch, knowing that she wasn't having to gussy herself up as if it was her past experiences. She left a soft, earthy brown shadowing around her eyes and painted her lips with a soft pink lipstick. Anything more felt like she was trying to get into someone's bed and not have a nice night with her boyfriend, not that she really had any experience in that.

With a deep breath drawn in, Jane prepares herself before activating the door chime to his apartment. Odds are if he has something planned he doesn't just want her to barge in and possibly ruin it.

She hears the unique footsteps of his gait approach and the door opens to reveal him in a similar manner of dress and she can't stop her eyes from widening at the sight of him in what must be the equivalent of her own outfit.

He's wearing what seems to be a Turian version of slacks in a light beige color with a dark charcoal shirt with dark pinstripes that flow over the curve of his chest and down his waist. She's also happy to see him going without gloves on his hands, as she knows that that custom isn't typical before Turians joined the galactic community.

His mandible flicks out in a smile and she catches him checking her out as well. "Jane," he purrs, "you look amazing."

"You aren't so bad yourself," she smirks and he offers his hand, taking her inside so the door can close between them and the rest of the world.

He pulls her to his chest, where she can feel the vibrations of his chest through his plates and clothes, and leans down enough to press his plates to her lips. They kiss, his soft nips against her lips and her light suckles against the edges of his mouth, before he pulls away, motioning her to follow.

"I've been looking into more human customs and I found something interesting…thought you might like to try it." He softly takes her hand and leads her to the lightly dimmed living room.

The couch is pushed further away from the vidscreen and in the open space lies the dining table, its legs lowered to that it lays closer to the ground and two place settings laid out. Each setting has silverware, one with some for her and the other for him, two wine glasses, and a folded cloth napkin.

"I found contradicting information on how to do this, but current trends say this is a new way humans are eating now and Turians do this too, so it works out." He motions to her place and offers his hand for support as she kneels down. "I know we can't really go out and do this, so I thought I'd treat you to one at home."

She's astonished at the fact that all this seems like they're actually having a date, not only the first for the two of them together but also the first for even her. She looks up to the sound of a wine bottle being opened as he kneels beside her. "Wow, Garrus." He takes her wine glass and starts to pour. "You put this together?"

He grunts in amusement, "Thought I just tended to look up human porn?" He fills his own glass before setting the bottle on the table and getting up to move to the kitchen. "Why didn't you tell me that humans had dates?"

She waits for him to come back to share the first sip with him, instead watching his back and shoulders move to the stove where he must have been keeping something warm. "It's not like I was expecting you to go all out. I didn't even know Turians had dates."

He returns with two plates, Jane is unable to see their contents from his height above her, chuckling. "We aren't savages, Jane. Of course we treat our loved ones to nice dinners and events…it's typical of mates, anyway."

He sets a plate down in front of her, returning the loving smile she directs up at him, before taking his own to his place. As he drops down to sit, she looks at what surprise he brought for her.

She can feel her own mouth water when her eyes fall on the most appetizing plate of Shrimp Fra Diavolo she's ever seen. Each piece of shrimp, which clearly a testament against their name by their size, is butterflied and perfectly seared. She can smell the spice from the sauce, with thin slices of pepper, garlic and tomato, and can't wait to feel the burn with each taste.

"Damn, Garrus," she looks up to his smirk. "Where did you find this?"

He has his own plate of what must be something expensive because it's raw, just like he always likes it, and sits on a bed of what looks like a type of puree. Odds are that if he was as in depth in researching date food as he is with everything else, he probably got himself something just as fancy as he got her.

He chuckles as he takes his napkin into his lap, a strange sight and something she's never seen a Turian do, but she takes it for him trying to do everything as a human would. She can't help but admire the very attempt at him trying to mix their two people's ideas and customs into something they can share.

"Remember when we went to go watch that live performance before my mom visited?" He waits for her memory to catch up, and she nods in understanding when it does, before continuing. "You pointed out a restaurant that served a certain type of human cuisine, Italian I think you called it?"

She gasps at the sudden realization that yes, she did in fact point out such a place. "Garrus, that place was expensive…I said that the reason I wanted to go but couldn't was because I didn't think I'd be able to afford anything!"

He snorts and waves a hand dismissively, flicking a mandible. "I know, but you described a dish you wanted and I saw how much it would've meant to have it, so I got it for you." He grabs his glass, untouched by either of them, and looks at the dark liquid. "I told you I'd find a way to make things up to you…and I don't tend to go back on my promises."

Jane blinks, unable to come up with words to thank him – or rip his ass – for going through so much to make a nice evening for them. She quickly decides the best way is to lighten the evening and takes up her glass, "I can't believe you remembered what I said and actually managed to find it."

Garrus looks to her with mock insult, "I can't believe you think so little of my comprehensive skills. I am a detective, you know…"

She can't help the laugh at his expression. "Add that to your many claims of excellence that I have yet to see in person." She holds her glass up, "But, truly, thank you for this, Garrus. It is certainly a great surprise to come home to." He hums and clinks his own against hers with a soft tink before they each take a sip.

The wine is smooth, with a slightly sweet taste in its undertones, and she hums in appreciation. "Damn, this is good. I'm not much for wine, but that's impressive."

"Thought you might like it." He motions to her plate, "Go ahead, let me know what you think."

She moves her attention to her plate, trying to decide which to try first, a shrimp or the linguine, but decides what the hell and takes a piece of the shellfish off the plate and to her mouth.

She takes a bite and closes her eyes at the delicious hint of spice and perfect amount of heat that flow over her taste buds. The shrimp itself is perfectly cooked, with a slight crisp and not at all chewy or rubbery from being overcooked. She can't help the hum that escapes her lips as she swallows and her eyes open just in time to see the flick of Garrus mandible, obviously proud.

"I take it you like it?" He smirks, knowing full well the answer, as his hands idly prod his own meal with his utensil.

"Oh shut up you," she mock scowls, to which he responds with a purred chuckle.

The two continue to eat and share stories of what transpired while apart. He tells her of the time he spent with his mother and she talks about her various trips to the stores around the Ward. They both have a laugh at the fact that she seems to have now turned into a glorified window shopper, where when they met she barely knew a thing about the Citadel shops.

When their meals are done and she moves to take her empty plate to the kitchen, Garrus gently takes her plate from her hands, moving to the kitchen with the dirty dishes and leaving her to pour each of them another glass.

He returns with a single plate in his hand but it is smaller than their previous two. He takes his glass from his spot in front of her and sits at her side, placing the plate between them. Sitting on the cool plate is a large slice of Tiramisu surrounded with slices of both of their favorite fruits, both dextro and levo.

"You really went all out, didn't you?" She smiles softly, her chest tight with emotion she can't define, and touches her hand to the warm plates of his face.

His presses against her palm and looks to her with blue eyes, his inaudible rumble flowing through her arm and down to her stomach. "Of course."

A soft laugh escapes her lips and she scoots her body closer to his, "You know I've been needing to apologize."

"Oh?" He quirks a brow plate, "What for?"

"The whole time we've been admitting that we love each other, I've thought it strange that I was the one who always had to say it first." She drops her hand but lets him take it in his own, "I thought it was because you didn't like saying it or maybe you had some kind of reluctance to say it first, like maybe you didn't feel the same, but then I looked it up…you've been saying it all along haven't you?"

When she was in the hotel she was curious about some of the odd quirks she had noticed Garrus had, so she decided to go to the extranet for answers. Outside of her searches of a sexual nature, she hadn't really considered looking at information about Turians because she figured she could always ask her very own Turian friend and get a straight answer direct from the source.

When it came down to her doubts that maybe he didn't share in her feelings, however, she couldn't really rely on getting his answer without feeling like she was putting him on the spot.

With that, she looked up ways that Turians showed they cared for one another and despite the usual confusion and jumble of misinformation that usually comes with the extranet, she found that he was, indeed, telling her but she just didn't know it.

"That rumbling," she puts her free hand against his chest, "the one I can't really hear but can feel in my gut. That's you saying it, isn't it?"

He covers her hand with his own and the vibration intensifies combined with a soft thrumming -happiness, she notes. "Yeah," he leans forward and she moves to meet him as he nuzzles against her forehead, "I'm sorry I haven't been saying it aloud."

She leaves a soft kiss on his lips when they pull apart. "There's no need to apologize. We each have our own ways of showing it."

He huffs and they switch their attention to the dessert before them, but not before he squeezes her hand once and says, "And there's no need to apologize to me either."

They share the dessert, each having fruit from the other's chirality and comparing the ways their taste buds interpret the foreign substance as well as he having the chance to experience the coffee flavored cake.

When all that remains are slices of various fruit, he takes a slice of strawberry, but instead of bringing it to his own mouth, he brings it to hers, nudging her hand away as she tries to take it from his fingers. Knowing what he wants, she takes the morsel into her mouth, sucking at his fingers before he can pull them away and gets a deep rumble in response.

As she chews the strawberry in her mouth, she picks up a dark purple fruit of his own and scoots closer to him so that their sides now touch, his body leaning closer to her with an arm behind her. She takes the fruit and offers it to him, a thrumming starting in his chest like that of an old engine as it slips past his plates. Their eyes never leave the other and she feels his tongue wrap around the tips of her fingers, mimicking her own action in his own way, and she can't help the quiet gasp and quickening of her pulse.

Jane grabs another piece of fruit without looking, not wanting to break off from his intense gaze, and moves to face him more as she brings up another morsel to feed him. Before she brings it into his reach, she gets an idea and changes her approach, taking the fruit to her own mouth instead.

With the sweet fruit, and judging by the taste it's one of the juicier ones which might actually be to her advantage, slightly peeking from between her lips, she leans to him.

When their mouths meet she bites the fruit at the same time that she presses her lips against his plates. She can feel the juice escape her lips, but before she can think that it'll dribble down her chin, he catches it with his own tongue.

He then tilts his head to fit closer to her mouth and flicks his mandibles against her skin, softly directing her to let him in. His tongue is swift and takes her the moment she gives him room, caressing her own and mixing his own taste with that of the sweet fruit.

He wraps his tongue with her for a moment before drawing back, allowing her to swallow and pant as he reaches to the plate. She doesn't see what he does because she can't keep her eyes from his beautiful ones, dark and pupils wide with growing desire as she's sure hers must be, but she can suddenly smell the strong sweetness of another fruit.

He then runs his finger from clavicle up to curve behind her ear, a wet chill in its wake, and she has a quick moment to grasp his intentions before he dips his head and follows the same path with his warm tongue. She gasps as he take the lobe of her ear between his plates and gives it light pressure, a light growl showing his approval at her reaction.

Her hands move to his chest as he repeats the actions of painting a stripe of the fruit's juice before following with his tongue on the other side of her neck. Her fingers clinch in the soft material when he adds a tug to her lobe and she can't stop her hands as they seem to drift to the releases of his shirt.

He chuckles at her eagerness, but continues to nibble and lick along her neck. One hand caresses whatever side of her neck he isn't bathing in attention while the other moves out of her sight behind her. As his shirt loosens enough so that she can finally touch his chest and torso, kneading the gaps between plates but not directly attacking his waist.

When he paints a trail of juice along her skin, his fingers move downward, following an imaginary keel bone and lifting as it comes to where her breasts are pressed together. When she thinks he's going to follow the path with his tongue, he surprises an undignified squeak – which she will deny all knowledge off – from her by squeezing the fruit he still holds and letting the juices flow down her cleavage.

He growls and flicks a mandible out at her reaction before bringing the fruit to his mouth. He pulls her to him and she willingly opens her lips to him without needing prompt. His mandibles flicker against her cheeks and an approving growl enters her mouth alongside his rough tongue and they tangle together, swapping the fruit and its remaining juices between their mouths before he pulls away, leaving her with the morsel.

He then ducks his head, nipping once above her clavicle before tracing his wonderful tongue down the path of his fingers. She leans slightly back to give him a better angle and when his reaches her breasts, she gasps at the feeling of his long, coarse tongue dipping between her breasts.

She gasps as she feels a rush of heat down her belly as she feels his tongue curve slightly under one breast, shocked at the sheer length. Oh the things he could do with that tongue

"Garrus," she all but moans between pants. "I think this would be a lot better if we didn't have so many clothes on."

She thinks that her only response is going to be the rumble from his throat, but eventually he pulls back. "You're right," his voice is laced with subvocals and almost too difficult to understand. "Get this off before I rip it off."

She mock scowls, but removes her hands from his shirt so that they can each divest themselves of clothes. They have to shift away to undo their pants, but after tossing the last of their clothes, underclothes and all, to whatever ends of the room their attentions are back on each other.

Jane moves to kneel over Garrus' lap, giving both of them access the other and leaving both of their hands free. He pulls her head down and pulls her into a deep kiss, stroking her tongue with his as his free hand circles her nipple with his thumb.

Her own hands are not idle in all this as she strokes the back of his head, just below his fringe, and tends to his waist with the other. She alternates her attentions on his waist between firm kneading and messaging, strokes against the soft hide, and a new sensation of light scratches. He pulls away with a growl to gasp for air and retaliates with a pinch of her nipple, just enough edge to the motion to excite.

He dives to her neck to caress it with his tongue and mouth, dropping each hand lower so that the one from her neck now runs the tips of its talons along her erect nipple and the other teasingly strokes along her moist folds. She bites her lip to hold in the moan as she fells the plates of his knuckle run along her slit and pass over her clit. The bastard must be able to hear her hesitance because he doesn't give her pause, stopping to pay attention her clit, fluctuating between circling it and soft passes directly over it.

When she finally can't stand it anymore and throws her head back with a throaty moan, he nips approvingly against her neck before roughly tracing the bite with his tongue.

Feeling like he has too much of an upper hand in their situation despite her being over him, she bends her head down and gives him a nudge, and a soft press with the fingers of both hands into each of his sensitive spots, in silent request. He responds with a growling moan and lifting his head to give her the access to his neck she asked for, to which she rewards him by running her tongue up from the start of his cowl and up to under his chin.

She laves his skin in tandem with the efforts of her hands and in response to his own actions, relishing the in feeling of his rumbles and purrs both to her lips and tongue through his neck, and to her abdomen through that bass vibration of his proclamation of love.

He shifts the hand at her pussy and soon she feels an entirely new sensation that has her motions faltering. She knows the feeling from what he's done before to other parts of her body, but she's never imagined letting him try it with her more sensitive areas, for obvious reasons.

Between her legs, he runs the tips of his talons lightly against her outer lips, silently testing the waters and waiting to see her reaction. She shifts from his neck lock gazes with him once again and sees the question in his eyes.

She knows he would never hurt her, intentional or not, and some part of her is actually more turned on by the fact that she's dating what could easily be called one of the deadly races in the galaxy than she ever wants to admit aloud.

She smiles warmly, sharing with him a deep kiss, before shifting enough to let him try what his wants to do. She ends up laying down across his legs, her knees bent and feet planted along his sides, and leaving herself completely open to his experimenting, waiting with baited breath.

She almost jumps from the sensation of the tips of his talons stroking lightly up her labia. He moves one hand to hold her hips down.

As he lightly strokes her folds, she doesn't notice the fingers of his other hand move closer before he pulls a gasp from her lips with a stroke of talon over her sensitive clit. The touch feels like electricity coming from his fingertips to shoot up her body, and she moans at the new feeling, her toes clinching against the floor.

He rumbles in appreciation and starts a rhythm of interchanging talon tip and knuckle against her folds and around her clit, building her up to the edge faster than she could ever imagine without even penetration. He dips into her folds with a knuckle, covering it in fluid, and coats her clit when needed and soon Jane's breath is ragged and her chest is heaving, just at the point of no return.

With his hand on her hip, Garrus pulls her closer to him and circles her clit with the callus of his thumb, winding the circle tighter and closer together until he's stroking directly over it. With one final, hard stroke across it that's immediately followed by a pass of his talon, Jane falls over the precipice with a high pitched moan. Her back arches off his legs and her legs squeeze around whatever part of him that's between them.

As she's coming down, she can feel him pull her hips closer and moves to sit up, grateful for his hands helping her in her task since her body feels like jelly. She smiles when she feels his slick organ against her thigh and leans to him, claiming his mouth in distraction as her hand moves lower.

She bypasses grabbing his dick outright and instead forks her fingers and strokes the flesh at its base, pulling a gasp of his own from his lips. She pulls back with a chuckle to stare into his dark eyes as she puts slight pressure against his hot flesh and squeezes her fingers against his base.

She takes him in hand, starting at the base with a firm squeeze and strokes up before swirling her thumb over the tip of his sensitive head. His hands move to cup her ass and he pulls her closer while crossing his legs as he licks along her neck, taking in the taste of her.

He pants, his hot breath against her sweat slick skin, as she shifts up and raises over him. With a final stroke of his cock, she lowers herself down, using her legs to lower herself down to his base.

He moans out a low growl once she's completely seated and she wraps her legs around him to cross behind his back. Her chest heaves as she fights against her second wave from just the feeling of him stretching her and the sensation of his blood pumping against her walls.

Garrus' hands move up to take her head in his hands and he pulls her into a deep kiss. As his tongue wraps around hers, Jane tightens her inner muscles to squeeze him and he moans, dropping one hand to pull her closer to him.

Feeling like she's ready, Jane arches her body, leaning slightly back on her hands and pressing him against her G-spot. She starts to grind slowly against him and moans at the delicious friction the position creates.

Garrus, not one to sit and let her do all the work, drops his hands, one to her breast and the other to her clit to circle the bundle of nerves, to steadily work her back up to the flood. The added sensation of his harmonics flowing their connection has her quickly finding it hard to hold herself up, so she's relieved to see his tongue subconsciously scent the air as it tends to signal he's close.

She pulls herself up and he takes hold of her, one hand to her back and the other on her hip, to pull her into him as he thrusts in time with her, his pace making up for her uncontrollable spasms so close to the end.

It's when she feels him pulse and flex within her walls that she can't hold back any longer and her orgasm hits her full force, throwing her head back with a scream.

Right as his movements stutter, he takes her neck in his mouth and lets her feel the sensation of the vibrations of his deep moans at his climax, allowing her to feel as if she possessed her own orgasm harmonics by sharing his own as he fills her.

Once they come down from their own highs, he releases her throat to accept her tender kiss. She caresses his mandibles as she suckles on his tongue, showing without words how much she cares for him and feeling like his own hands rubbing her back and purrs are saying the same.

She doesn't know how long they spend like this but eventually her nerves calm down enough to remind her that they are still connected. Not wanting to end this night anytime soon, Jane squeezes her inner muscles around him, seeing to gauge his reaction.

His responding groan sends shivers down her already sweat chilled body. "You better be ready for what doing that is going to cause." He looks into her eyes and she can't stop the smile that must look ridiculous on her flushed face.

She gives him a quick peck on his upper nose plate and squeezes him again. "Oh, I'm ready. Time to test that Turian stamina some more."

He is past words once she assures him as he pulls her close and begins to caress a breast and attack her hypersensitive neck with his mouth. She throws her head back to give him more room and moans when he begins to thrust inside her, deciding that this isn't a bad way to end a great date.