~Jane~
It's early in the morning hours and Jane is on the very edge of wakefulness in hopes to be able to see Garrus off to work in the mornings like she usually does. Some days she wakes and shares the morning with him while others she just mumbles a sleepy good morning, but he seems to enjoy it either way.
She cuddles up against his warm chest in the dark room and hears his responding thrum, his hand coming up to stroke her disheveled hair. "Did I wake you?" He grunts in the negative and she smiles at the groggy tone. "Do you have to leave to work today? Can't you just take the day off?" She pouts despite the fact that he probably can't even see her.
He chuckles and pulls her head up to press his lip plates to her forehead, a unique kiss that she's come to associate with him. "I forgot to tell you that I have off this week."
She scoffs in shock and shifts to look down to the dark shape of his face. "'Forgot to tell me?' How long have you been planning to leave me hanging?"
She feels him tug gently on her chin and lets him pull her down to his forehead. "Since I came home to find you eating anything remotely sweet in the house." She can hear the playful rumble in his vocals and she scowls at his ability to be so jovial so early.
"You jerk," she lightly swats his plated chest. "You could've told me then instead of making me think you have work for a week. I could've planned out something for us to do together."
Whenever they wanted to go out they tended to make sure they could plan ahead to give them enough opportunity to make sure no one they knew could catch them together. Sure, they would just look like good friends, but people tended to talk and it was always better not to give someone fuel for a fire that already exists in secret.
He hums softly and shifts to give a light nip to her cheek. "I'm sorry." She can tell by the tone of his vocals that he really isn't but lets him continue. "How about I make it up to you? I have a surprise."
That shuts her off from any more complaints. "I do like surprises."
"Then I think you'll love this one." His voice buzzes with happy excitement and something else but stops before she can try to pinpoint. "Now how about we take this opportunity to enjoy ourselves?"
"Oh?" She smirks teasingly. "You want to get back to sleep? Stay in bed until noonsleeping?"
He grunts, unimpressed. "Sleeping wasn't what I had in mind." She smiles as he pulls her down, a deep, rhythmic thrumming of lust starting in his chest.
She claims his lips before he has a chance to take control and suckles against his upper plates. He flicks his rough tongue against her lips is silent request and she opens, but stops him from taking control again by stopping its entrance to apply suction on its tip. He growls with a moan in the vocal's undertones and Jane gets a sudden idea.
She pulls away, much to his displeasure if his groan of frustration is anything to go by, and strokes his neck with a hand to placate him as she brings up her idea. "Garrus, what do you sound like without translators?"
If she could see in the dark she is sure he would have a brow plate lifted and head tilted in confusion. "I sound like myself…what kind of question is that?"
She rolls her eyes and leans down to give him a quick peck on where she thinks his nose is, hitting somewhat over it and the socket of his eye. "I mean what does a Turian sound like without a translator making the words into my own language?" She raises her wrist up and accesses her Omni-Tool. "Would you talk to me if I turn mine off?"
She sees his flustered mandible flicker through the orange glow. "What would you want me to say?"
She shrugs. "I don't care…list out regulations, sing 'Die for the Cause,' tell me about gun mods, say my hair looks like a mess…whatever you want. I won't be able to understand because I have absolutely no knowledge of your language." At his huff she shuts down her translator implant and nods to him before drowning the room in darkness once again.
There is silence throughout the room and Jane is about to scold him for not talking when his hands rise to her face, tangling in her hair, and a beautiful melody reaches her ears. She gasps at the touch of his hands and voice as he speaks to her in his own language of smoothly flowing syllables and occasional deep clicks or growls overlapping the seemingly endless flow of speech.
She is happy to hear that despite the words she can't understand, his familiar tone remains and isn't just a product of the technology between them. He pulls her down to him to speak directly into her ear and she softly moans as a rush of heat flows through her body. He chuckles darkly, she recognizes that easily enough, and figures that whatever he said was probably far from any type of dirty talk, but, what the hell, his voice alone is better than any words.
His hold loosens enough to let her turn to kiss his warm plates, suckling on his lip in open invitation that he gladly accepts by gliding his tongue between her lips. He wraps around her own tongue, the unique taste of his saliva mixing with her own, and she seals her lips around his long appendage, creating suction to draw out another of his deep moans.
She pulls away from his mouth, wanting to take advantage of her lack of translator, and moves to his neck. "Keep talking, baby," she growls into his skin before she starts to kiss and lick his hide.
He responds with a deep, rumbling statement lined with guttural clicks and moves his own hands down her body. She's glad they went to bed naked last night as she feels his warm palms against her breasts, the slightly rough texture of his palms sending shocks of pleasure through her nipples.
She nips his flesh, hearing a growl and echoing roll of his tongue, and pulls the bit of flesh between her lips in a soft suction, which gains her a low purring. Her hands drift from his chest, one to take the other side of his neck and caress as her mouth works and the other down, leaving a linger scratch of her nails against his waist before traveling lower.
When her hand comes into contact with the warmth center of his legs, plates already starting to shift apart, his voice becomes noticeably harsher and his words seem to gain a sharp edge in her ears. She pulls her head from his neck with a smile and he pinches her nipples with each hand, pulling a gasp from her lips and a jerk of her hips, to which he chuckles.
Her smile quickly shifts to a smirk and she shifts her hand between his legs, scratching the nail of her middle finger on the soft flesh in the part of his plates. He bucks with an intake of a breath and clicking growl and she gives him a chuckle of her own.
Garrus growls darkly and leans up, pulling her closer to him with his hands now on her back. He claims her mouth and kisses her deep, his movements fierce, shifting to lay them so she lays on her back. He drops to her chest with a deep, rolling statement and laps his wet tongue against her right breast, from bottom curve, directly over her nipple, and up to stop at her clavicle. Jane arches her back and has a sudden idea come her head that they haven't tried yet.
"Garrus," she pants, knowing that he can still understand her perfectly with his still operational translator. She bites her lip when she sees his dark outline shift, the shadow of his head rising to look up at her, trying to gain the courage to follow with her initial idea. "I want you to be on top of me this time."
Though she still doesn't know the words that come from his lips, she can tell from the tone that it's a question and she knows what he's asking, he's not oblivious.
Every time they've had sex, she's either been on top or, on rare occasions when he is above her, she's kept him up and off of her body. She knows it's a deep hatred for feeling like someone is dominating her that's come from her childhood of seeing strange man after strange man take advantage of her mother and has kept control in the bedroom in all her trysts because of it, but she wants something different with him.
Thinking back to the most memorable that he was over her, after helping him with that doctor case, she hadn't tensed up like usual when below a man. She feels so much more when she's with Garrus and she wants to give him that control, and yes, that submission because she knows it's only a trust they share, a bond that's equal give-and-take.
"I'm sure, Garrus. I trust you more than anything." She raises her hand towards his dark shape and he moves to lay his cheek plate in her palm, his eyesight better than hers in the dark. He purrs softly and says something, a soft mumble that's soothing to her ears.
He then shifts over her, and drops his head in the crook of her neck, his hot breath puffing against her skin as he continues to talk to her. He tangles one hand in her hair to message her scalp as the other drops to her breast again while she shifts enough to let her own hands take a place behind his fringe and his waist.
She grips his waist and his speech falters, his tongue lapping against her sensitive skin to send bolts of lightning to her legs. She drops her hand to his widening plates and his tone harshens again, the growling undertone rising in volume. With a sharp nip against her neck from his plates, she presses palm to his groin and presses firmly, grinding against the sensitive area, gaining her a snarl and wet trail of tongue.
She can feel his moistness with her hand against his revealed flesh and lightly traces her finger tips over his sheath opening, knowing his hardening cock lies just below. "I take you being wet for me as a complement…" she dips her fingers just enough to graze his pointed tip and he growls.
His hand drops from her hair and responds darkly through a growl before dipping his own fingers into her core. She gasps as he chuckles, probably discovery she's just as wet, and he pulls his hand up to lightly circle her clit, moving to swallow her moan with his own lips.
As she lets him pull her tongue into his mouth to rub and stroke it with his own, she grinds against his sheath, feeling his moan vibrate from his chest and throat. She twists her palm against him while applying pressure and feels the slight pressure back combined with his own hips grinding into her palm.
Figuring this is the sign that he's ready to come out of his plates, Jane shifts her hand, curious to see what it feels like for him if she takes him in hand as he's emerging. He groans low against her lips as his hips jerk lightly, his slick cock sliding out into her waiting grasp, slick with fluids and ridges not yet as pronounced as usual.
He's a constant string of husky tones in her ear as she strokes him lightly, her hand gliding easy with his fluids, and he acts like he can't even think straight, forgoing giving her pleasure to moan and thrust into her loose fist. He must be really sensitive when he first extends, she considers as she drops her hand from his sensitive fringe to hold his head to her shoulder.
After a few moments filled with his mindless motions, Garrus groans and pulls from her grasp, his upper back bowing in as he speaks to her in shaky breaths and sentences. His shape is a more familiar ridged underbelly that she remembers and she knows he didn't come in her hand, so she deducts that he must have gotten to a point of over stimulation.
She softly coos nonsense in his ear as his hands seems to finally find their strength, groping her breast and attacking her cunt with vigor. Her soothing tones become more lustful and she openly moans as he works a talon and finger pad around her engorged clit, humming sweet nonsense in her ear as he winds up the coil in her belly.
It's when he changes tactics, shifting his hand to grind a knuckle against her center as his callused thumb strokes her clit that she finds herself moaning wantonly and arching her back to meet him, silent pleas to work her to release not quite passing her lips. He growls deep and takes her mouth to his, shoving his tongue into her mouth as her orgasm hits, swallowing her moans and helping to ride out the pleasure as long as possible.
When Jane is finally able to breathe, she takes his hand from between her thighs and moves to be more under his body, opening her legs invitingly. He speaks, his voice little more than a growl of approval, and shifts to kneel between her flushes thighs.
He pushes her hand away when she tries to take him in hand, instead motioning to relax and let him lead with a soft, clicking murmur. He strokes softly from her knee up and takes himself in one hand, giving a single pump from tip to base before leaning in a placing his tip between her folds.
She look up to his darkened silhouette in anticipation when he starts to push into her, slowly and making sure to widen her without pain to fit. She throws her head back with a gasp as he pushes flush with her skin, seated deep in her and dropping to his forearms to lay over her.
She can tell from his hesitance silence that he's waiting for her reaction, but despite her doubts, she isn't feeling any sensation of being overpowered with his body above her. She trails open mouthed kisses along the mandible beside her face in a wordless assurance of her thoughts and he purrs, flicking the kissed mandible closer to her lips.
With no more need to question, he starts to move, pulling out and reentering slowly to get her accustomed to his girth and length. She happy to find that each time they come together, the period of becoming used to him is growing shorter as she finds it more easy to fit him, like her body expects him now.
He thrusts hard into her, pulling her from her thoughts with a sharp gasp, and licks against her skin of her neck while lowly speaking between panted breaths. With the combined sensations of his thrusts, his plates against her clit, his licking, his chest plates rubbing her nipples, and his voice she isn't surprised to feel her breath coming in more jaggedly and her belly starting to tense tighter and tighter.
Jane lifts her legs and wraps them around his waist, letting him hit deeper, and strokes behind his head, trying to fight her impending orgasm so she can fall over the edge with him. Her combined efforts make him falter in his set pace and he nips against her skin, his organ within her walls tensing with his own building climax.
She moves towards his face, silently demanding his kiss and he obliges as his strokes become fast and rough. She feels him pulse and press along her walls and can't fight it anymore, her body shuddering with her climax as she moans into his hot mouth. Her own clenching walls pull Garrus over and he's soon brought to a growling, moaning mess as he grinding into her, pumping his hot seed into her and trying to draw out each of their pleasure.
When his hips finally slow and soon stop, he purrs softly and nuzzles his forehead against her own. She smiles and returns his tender love while stroking his mandibles. "You know, Garrus, a girl could get used to waking up like this." He huffs a laugh and nuzzles his lips against her own, a version of a kiss, while telling her something in a soft rolling of his tongue.
~SquigglySquid says: Wedding is close at hand! I just wanted to get some smut in there before the big question. And I swear this smut did have some purpose. I haven't thrown out too much smut, have I?