Chapter 9 - Repose

Garrus
December 8th, 2186

My heart dropped into my stomach as we got out of the aircar at the Vakarian household. Over the last decade, my father and I hadn't gotten along well. Throughout my life, especially in my career, my father blocked the path I wanted to take, forcing me to be a carbon copy of him. Not long after Amelia died, I cut all contact with him, only reestablishing it once the War ended.

And now I was standing on the front doorstep of my childhood home, bringing my human bondmate to meet my father and sister after only seeing them in person once in the last two years. I felt like a child about to be scolded again, even if my previous meeting with my father had been pleasant.

As I prepared to knock, the door swung open, revealing Solana, still hobbled by a cast on her leg but no longer using crutches, "Brother!" She said as we touched foreheads. Without missing a beat, Solana turned to Amelia, "Sister." She said, touching her forehead briefly to Amelia's. "It's about time Garrus brought his bondmate to meet us."

I could tell by Amelia's reaction that she didn't expect to be greeted so warmly, but she recovered quickly and flashed me a smile.

-0-

Dinner was going quite well, despite my fears. We maintained polite conversation without topics steering too far into dangerous territory, and Dad was being pleasant, if a little sad. As we finished our meal, Sol stood to gather the dishes at Dad's request.

Castis watched as his daughter left the room before turning back to us, and I braced myself for the worst. "Thank you." He said quietly, barely audible even with his superior sense of hearing. "Thank you for keeping my son safe." Well, that's not what I expected…. I expected him to say something derogatory to Amelia, about her being a human, about her being a spectre, or anything really. Amelia clearly didn't know how to respond either, but Castis continued. "I realized when Garrus left for Omega that my interference in his life would only drive us apart, and when my mate died… I knew I had to get that relationship back, so thank you for bringing him back."

Garrus was at a loss for words, "You knew I was on Omega?"

"Of course I did." The hard edge of Castis's detective voice rang through, but it quickly softened again, "Who do you think your supplies came from every month?" Realization struck me, remembering all the supplies delivered by a 'Mysterious Benefactor' while my squad was active on Omega.

Castis directed his attention to Amelia now, "Amelia, when I first heard about you, I didn't like the idea of you and my son, and make no mistake, Garrus was bonded to you in every way but physical already. I saw you as a human Saren, another role model I wish Garrus had avoided, but now that I know you, I see that that isn't who you are at all. You're a kind person who tries to help everyone you come in contact with, whether they like you or not, and someone who doesn't skirt the rules when possible." Castis paused to take a sip of his brandy, "I'm rambling; what all of this means is… welcome to the family, Amelia Vakarian."

-0-

I had been so nervous about Dad not approving of my bonding with Amelia that I completely failed to realize how much of a smoke show she was that evening until our ride home. Her normally unruly hair had been tamed just enough to be out of her face, and she wore dark eyeliner, which made her emerald green eyes pop and greatly complemented the blue paint on her face. She also wore a strong smelling perfume of some Earth flower I couldn't name. Her dress was as simple as it was beautiful; a deep blue, a very similar color to our clan markings, with a short skirt and a back cutout in a diamond shape, teasing a view of her delicious waist.

While we were driving home, she caught me staring, "What? Do I have something in my teeth?" Her nimble tongue ventured out from behind her teeth to curiously rub at the front two.

"No, just admiring the view," I replied with a light growl.

"Pull over." She ordered, her voice dropping down nearly a full octave. The tone told me that I should comply. I set down the aircar in an alcove, watching other cars race by for a moment while the city's lights shined in the distance.

Before I could say anything, Amelia had swung herself from the passenger's seat onto my lap, straddling me, and now she was minus a pair of underwear and her shoes. Her hands quickly darted to the clasp of my pants, easily undoing the button meant for fingers much larger than her own. As her hands hunted for their prize, her fingers teasing my already-parting seem, she leaned forward, nipping her way from my jaw to the tip of my mandible and down my neck. I couldn't control the moan that escaped from my mouth.

Finally seizing her prize, she pulled my cock free of my pants and promptly positioned herself on top, sliding down the shaft until I was fully sheathed in her.

Spirits above, I thought as her inner muscles clenched around me. She mewled, rolling her head back and exposing her neck. It wasn't long before I felt her muscles clench harder and faster, telling me she was about to finish. Her head rolled forward, and she locked her lust-filled eyes with mine. Her mouth was slightly open, soft breaths coming from it, carrying the sweet sounds of her pleasure as her hips worked on their dirty deed.

I watched as she appeared to have an idea, and then she leaned forward and bit down hard on the junction between my neck and shoulder. I spiraled over the edge, spilling into her, causing a chain reaction and making her orgasm. Waves of pleasure rolled through every inch of my body as our movements calmed.

Once Amelia released her bite, I craned my neck to see a small ring on my shoulder, puncturing the skin just enough to draw blood. I looked towards her, mandibles flaring into a smile, "You're bad… We just broke at least 97 regulations." I teased, looking fondly back to the ring of teeth marks on his shoulder, thinking, I'm her's.

"S'ok. If we get into trouble, I know the Primarch." She said with a devious smile, sliding off of him and climbing back into her seat, smoothing out her dress.

-0-

Amelia… Spirits, that woman will be the death of me, but at least I'd enjoy my final moments on the way out… For the rest of the drive home, I was tormented by deft little fingers sliding up and down my cock, drawing grunts and rumbles from me. With her other hand, she played with herself, releasing waves of pure arousal into the air.

When they arrived at the house, I clumsily parked the aircar, hobbling out, tucked myself back into my pants while running over to her door, opening it, and picking her up from the seat.

As I carried her, I could feel just how turned on she was, and it wasn't helping that I couldn't get a grip through her dress. Adjusting my grasp, I grabbed a handful of her ass and squeezed, extracting a slight gasp. She wrapped her legs around my waist, squeezing them around the sensitive edges, almost causing me to drop her.

As we arrived in the bedroom, I dropped her back to her feet, "Take off that dress before I have to shred it." I ordered, barely holding myself together. She did as she was told, quickly shrugging the fabric onto the floor and removing her bra. She jumped back onto the bed, waiting for me to make the next move. I crawled up the bed to where my head was in line with her chest. Slowly, to make sure he tormented her as much as she had done to me, I dragged my tongue across the hard nub of skin on her breast and nibbled softly on the surrounding skin. She threw her head back in pleasure, completely sinking into the soft mattress while I brought my hand up to her opening, massaging the nub of skin there as well.

The sounds from her mouth were enough to drive any sane man mad with lust, not to mention the light scratches her fingernails delivered to the back of my fringe. I slid my head down, trailing my tongue across her stomach before I positioned it right at her apex, and gave another long, slow lick. She screamed my name before wrapping her legs around my neck, gripping harder at my fringe, shoving me deeper into her. I had to admit, tasting the mixed concoction of our juices was strange, but there was no place in the universe I'd rather be at this moment.

It was only another few moments of licking before she came again, and I watched as she writhed and moaned, her stomach undulating with her quick and shallow breaths, but I wasn't done yet.

Dragging myself back up the bed, I planted my lip plates onto her mouth, which opened amicably. I had to admit, I had been missing something with this whole kissing thing, or maybe it depended on who I did it with?

I coaxed her pliable legs open before positioning himself in her opening, sliding it slowly home. I had never felt anything as tight as Amelia after two orgasms, and Spirits above did it feel amazing. The pressure from her inner walls nearly caused me to release immediately, but I was determined to give her more pleasure first. My mouth returned to hers, resuming one of my new favorite activities.

Once they finished again, I rolled off of her, struggling to catch my breath as I lay next to her. Taking a cursory glance over her body, I see a look of pure bliss across her face, contrasting with the myriad of bite and scratch marks my talons left across her otherwise flawless stomach.

Amelia
December 9th, 2186

I woke a few hours later, sore but sated in all the right places. I ran a cursory hand down my naked body, shivering slightly as I touched each scratch and bite mark on my midriff, where Garrus had focused the brunt of his affection. My hand ventured further until it met the sticky remnants of our combined fluids, pasted around my folds, the mere touch sending waves of heat through my core.

I glanced over at Garrus, sprawled on the other half of the bed, his limbs splayed around seemingly at random, other than the arm under my back. Even in unconsciousness, he had to touch me. Soft light from Trebia streamed through the frosted glass of the window above the bed, refracting off his abdominal plates and sending a prism effect onto the bedroom's walls as they rose and fell with his breath.

I carefully removed myself from the soft bed, trying not to disturb Garrus, struggling to stand at first due to the soreness in my core, and padded as quietly as I could along the stone floor and into the bathroom.

One thing I found with my first shower on Palaven was that it had only three settings; really hot, scalding, and skin-boiling-off; coupled with the high pressure, it made it an experience each time. I was just glad I already liked hot showers.

I stepped into the multi-directional spray, letting the water beat down on my head, losing myself in my thoughts as the water washed away everything from yesterday. I couldn't believe how lucky I was. I got a second chance at life, and then I survived the War against all odds.

I'd come to Palaven ready for Garrus to rend my heart and rip my soul out; I hadn't felt this vulnerable since the attack on Mindoir. In the end, Garrus did the exact opposite, without pause or hesitation, giving me the impression that he didn't do it just to placate the war hero. Now I lived on Palaven and was going to spend the rest of my life with my best friend. Never before had things gone so right. It almost felt like it was too saccharine to be real, as if I was living in a dream of my own making, filled with all her strongest desires.

I was drawn from my reverie by a pair of three-fingered hands on my shoulders, massaging them lightly. I turned around with a smile, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head against his chest. "Morning," I say, my voice muffled slightly by his plates.

"Hey." He replied, wrapping his arms behind my neck and nuzzling his face into it, sending shivers up and down my body. "You were passionate last night." He said offhandedly, flashing a toothy grin at me. God, I love this dork.

I smirk back at him, leaning back by pushing my arms against his chest so I could regard his face, "Didn't seem like you minded… 'Sides, I know what I want."

He let out a breathy laugh, causing his chest to rumble deeply, "No. I didn't mind at all. And what do you want?"

I give him a warm smile, "You. Everything else is secondary."

Garrus hummed before pulling me back into his cowl, "I find these terms agreeable."

"Pffft." I laugh, pushing him off.