Chapter 13 - Reception

Amelia
July 17th, 2187

I sat at my table with Garrus, watching people mingle from our spot at the edge of the yard. James stood from his table and quickly walked to the speakers playing soft, unassuming music. After a moment of tinkering, the music stopped, and he nodded in our direction. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Garrus nod back before taking my hand and standing, leading me out to the temporary dance floor that had been set up.

"What… what are you doing?" I asked frantically, my eyes wide with fear. It usually took a lot more alcohol to get me to embarrass myself on a dancefloor, but I hadn't had much yet.

"It'll be fun!" Garrus's silky smooth voice answered.

"Oh no… nononononono. No!" I said softly but with urgency, but it was too late. A soft piano rift came from the speakers and the large marine who started it gave me a wink.

"Don't worry. I won't let you embarrass yourself tonight." He teased, "Just follow my lead." He twirled me around as we reached the dancefloor, sending me out until our arms reached their limit before pulling me back. My arm landed around his neck and his around my waist. He led me in a slow circle.

"'Cause you're a sky, 'cause you're a sky full of stars." The lyrics began as he tipped me backward.

"I'm gonna give you my heart." It continued as Garrus led me in a quick square step.

"'Cause you're a sky, 'cause you're a sky full of stars." The footwork became a little more complex, adding a rotation to the square step. "'Cause you light up the path."

"I don't care, go on and tear me apart." Garrus directed me to walk around him, and as I closed the loop, he spun so they were back to back with their hands interlocked. "I don't care if you do, ooh." He twirled me around a few times and then spun me back again. I was starting to get the hang of the movement, no longer looking like a drunk elephant in heels.

"'Cause in a sky, 'cause in a sky full of stars. I think I saw you…" He grabbed me by the waist and spun a handful of times, my legs stretched out in a sort of superhero flying pose.

Once I landed, the music began to swell, and Garrus started stepping in and out rapidly, and I did my best to match it. Once the music calmed down again, we were close in each other's arms, slowly spinning again. "'Cause you're a sky, 'cause you're a sky full of stars. I want to die in your arms, oh."

He pushed me out and pulled me back in, twirling them as we passed each other. "'Cause you get lighter the more it gets dark." Now we stood side by side, and he wrapped an arm around my waist, leading me once again in a square step movement. "I'm gonna give you my heart, oh."

Now he added twirls to our steps. "I don't care, go on and tear me apart. I don't care if you do, oh." He tipped me over his arm, bringing his face close to mine. "'Cause in a sky, 'cause in a sky full of stars. I think I see you. Think I see you."

The music swelled again, and once again, Garrus directed me to the complex step routine, complete with the twirls. I was getting better at it now, I was a quick learner and motivated to do this with him. He pulled me back into him, bending me over his arm once more, deeper than before, holding me there as the last of the lyrics began. "'Cause you're a sky, 'cause you're a sky full of stars. Such a heavenly view. You're such a heavenly view…"

As the music tapered off, he stood me back up, pulling me into his chest in a hug. I heard a few small, tentative claps behind me, slowly gaining confidence and volume until more people joined in. "Damn…,"

-0-

The party continued for a few hours before starting to wind down. Once people had begun to leave, I walked over to the gazebo. I stood there now, leaning over the railing, surrounded by the beautiful sights and heavenly smells of Palavanian flowers planted all around me. I stared aimlessly into the distance, letting myself fall into blissful repose.

A leathery hand rubbed on the exposed skin of my back, drawing me out of my reverie. I turned to see my husband standing behind me, flashing him a brilliant smile, taking his hands in mine.

"So… Was it everything you hoped for?" He rumbled.

"And more," I replied, pulling him in for a hug. We remained in each other's arms for a few peaceful moments, swaying together and ignoring the world around us. Most of our guests were gone, leaving the last few alongside some workers who were folding tables and chairs. "I love you."

"I love you too." He hummed back, "When did you know you wanted this?"

I thought about it for a moment, "On Omega, right after the rocket… For me, we had spent our first night together less than a month before, and I came back to find you, hurt and alone, ready to die. When you got hit… I thought I had lost you, and I couldn't imagine a universe without you." I let it soak in for a second, "What about you?"

"When you died." He answered without any further explanation.

I gave him a rueful smile, squeezing his hands a little, "We're here now, and I have everything I ever wanted. Let's not dwell on the past anymore."

Garrus

I carried Amelia into the house, my hands resting midway on her back and under her knees. She giggled and kicked her legs out, claiming it tickled her, almost losing one of her heels.

I quickly carried her into the main bedroom, tossing her onto the bed as we walked in and immediately starting to pull off my clothes. While I pulled the jacket of the turian-style suit off, Amelia rolled over onto her stomach, her legs scissoring back and forth in the air, throwing the frills of the skirt with her legs, exposing the endless expanse of smooth skin covering the toned muscles of her legs. She giggled again, biting her lip very suggestively.

"What's so funny?" I asked, removing my shirt now.

"Nothin'. I just like watching my husband get undressed."

"Funny. I like that too. You better get on it. I'd hate to ruin such a beautiful dress."

She made an indignant sound, not moving from the bed until she looked into my eyes and saw that I was dead serious. She quickly flipped around to where she was sitting on the bed now, starting to remove a shoe by undoing the impossibly tiny buckle that held a leather strap around her ankle. She looked at me, "Garrus?"

"Yeah?" I was fully undressed, standing in my nude glory, watching her finish.

"I have a request for tonight. I know you've taken it easy on me every time we've had sex. I want all of you tonight."

I swallowed, my throat drier than a man stranded in a desert. What she was saying was true; I had always held back, afraid that if I took her like I'd take a turian woman, she'd run in the other direction. I'd always been cautious with her, ensuring that I never did anything that could hurt her.

She caught onto my worry quickly. Damn her for being so observant, He thought.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm here with you, now and forever, so give me everything." The tone of her voice implied that it was not a request but an order. "If I can walk in the morning, I'll be pissed." She added jokingly, diffusing the tension I felt just a moment ago. She finally unclipped the clasp at the back of her neck, stepping out of the dress before hanging it up in the closet. Now all she had on was nearly see-through, lacy black lingerie.

She leveled a seductive gaze at me, biting the corner of her lower lip as I removed her underwear. She turned her back on me, walking over to the sliding, mirror-covered door of the closet, but her eyes were still locked on the reflection of mine. Her hips swayed far more than strictly necessary, causing my plates to begin parting. Involuntarily, I let out a long, low growl, pleased at the shiver that ran through Amelia as the sound reached her. She bent over, digging around for something in the closet, but I paid no mind to what she was searching for, just on her, naked, bent over in front of me.

I closed the distance between us, slapping her on the ass, extracting a little jump and yelp from her, and leaving a nice, red, three-fingered hand mark on the porcelain surface. Eventually, she found what she was looking for and stood up again, a pair of old-fashioned handcuffs pinched between her nimble fingers.

"You're sure about this?" I asked, my voice just a ghost. She didn't answer. Instead, she laid down on the bed, securing one wrist before weaving the chain through one of the poles in the headboard, closing the cuff around her free wrist and giving it a few tugs. She looked up and flashed me a naughty smile, shaking me from my shocked, uncertain state.

I walked over and positioned myself over her. "Okay," I breathed, "If it's too much, just say 'Red.'."

I reached a hand down and teased her, smothering her whine with a kiss, which she returned with vigor. I continued to tease her, my hand trailing down her perfect body, nibbling along the sensitive, goosebump-covered skin. As I passed her breasts, I bit lightly around her nipple, causing her to gasp and squirm but she was unable to move away. I continued, nibbling along her stomach, devouring the soft, anticipating moans from her mouth. When I finally reached my destination, I removed my hand, which had been teasing her throughout the journey. I allowed my mandibles to drift, lightly ghosting over the hypersensitive skin of her inner thigh, my mouth hovering over her opening. She bucked up at the touch, a needy groan escaping her.

I obliged, closing the final distance as I started lapping at her folds. It didn't take long for her to begin breathing much heavier, indicating that she was getting close. I pulled my head back, watching as her head went from pressed into the pillow in nirvana to looking at me with a betrayed expression. I merely smirked, flicking a mandible at her, keeping eye contact as I ran my tongue slowly up her fold, brushing her clit on the way out.

"Hnnnngh!" She exclaimed, dropping her head back down to the pillow. She groaned again as I nipped her left thigh.

She squirmed beautifully, unable to move due to the handcuffs and my hands pressing down above her knees. I kept her close to the edge, dipping my tongue back in to ensure she didn't cool down too much. Every time I did, she pulled against the handcuffs, struggling to find a way to keep my pressed head down, but the metal was unforgiving. Despite the torture, she never used her out.

After half an hour, she was reduced to a quivering wreck, unable to speak other than the silent begging. I finally gave her a small mercy, burning my face into her and allowing her to cum, lapping up every drop from her. She screamed in pleasure, her head pushing into the pillow again, causing her body to arch into him.

But it was only a small mercy because I kept going. It wasn't long before she rode the crest of another orgasm, intensely spilling over her again. I pressed into her again with renewed vigor, causing her to shriek in absolute pleasure, her body shaking uncontrollably under me.

Amelia

I nearly broke under the weight of the pleasure I felt, shivering as the room's cool air brushed over my bare, sweaty skin. I was still handcuffed to the bedframe, catching my breath from the moment of reprieve my husband gave me. She'd lost count of how many orgasms she had, losing all higher function after five.

I sighed contentedly, pleased with how the night had gone thus far and excited to see how it continued. It was a strange feeling for me not to be in control, bringing back slight memories of the attack on Mindoir. Since that day, I had always strived to be in control. This kind of surrender was different, though. I had no regrets about ceding control to Garrus tonight. If anything, I was sad I hadn't done it before.

My body jerked involuntarily as Garrus walked back into the room, evoking primal feelings of lust from me. All the exhaustion and contentedness I felt after getting orgasm after orgasm faded quickly, the void filled with that primal need. I wanted him…, no… I needed him. Now.

Garrus rejoined me on the bed, offering a cup of water, again falling into the role of a doting partner, making sure I was alright.

"So… do you want me to let you out now?" Garrus said after setting the empty glass on the nightstand, retaking his spot on the bed next to me, lying on his side with his head propped up in hand.

God, he was sexy. The mere sight of him sent shivers down my body, the anticipation building again. I shook my head. "No, I need you. Now. Take me."

I looked up and down his toned body, admiring how each plate shifted as he moved, like the continental plates of a planet, concealing the leathery skin and rock-hard muscles behind them. Garrus growled at my reply, sending yet another shudder of anticipation through me.

My eyes drifted down to the apex between his legs, seeing that he had already emerged from behind his plates. I felt guilty for a fleeting moment, realizing that Garrus had spent the last two hours relentlessly pleasuring me while ignoring his own need. A leathery pinch on my nipple distracted me from the thought. Now Garrus was positioned above me, one hand playing with my breast. I gasped at the sudden sensation, but his mouth swallowed the sound, his rigid lip plates pressing to my soft, pliable ones, a feeling so alien, yet so right.

His weight slipped off me as he got up, and I groaned, knowing that if my hands were free, I'd hold him down. However, he didn't go far as he was just standing at the edge of the bed, lifting my legs and rotating me toward him. His strong hands held onto my hips, positioning me just right so that his tip lightly touched the entrance to my core, my legs resting along his front, going up over his shoulders. My breathing got heavier as I tried to stretch, trying to force him inside me, but I couldn't move an inch.

Garrus held the position momentarily, laughing at the frustrated mewls and futile attempts to impale myself on him. He moved his tip up and down my extremely sensitive folds, and I nearly screamed in frustration, but it was cut short by him entering me.

The feeling was pure bliss, something I couldn't describe if I tried, the ridges of his cock sending waves of absolute pleasure through my body, causing me to go limp. I closed my eyes and relaxed as he continued to push deeper, completely content exactly where I was.

The mere feeling of being filled immediately drew another orgasm. I felt my inner walls tighten around him, ripping a heavenly sound of pleasure from his throat, mixing gloriously with my own.

Garrus rocked his hips back, almost pulling out of me entirely, leaving me with a pervasive feeling of being empty, but that was chased off as he pushed back in, each ridge sending another wave of pleasure through my body. He continued the slow back-and-forth motion for a while.

"Harder, dammit!" I demanded through moans, feeling myself building up to another inevitable orgasm. My order drew a primal growl from his throat. In compliance, he bent over me, biting down perfectly onto my bond mark. The sudden rush of pain cut through the veil of pleasure, mixing with it and making me cum. Garrus increased his speed, finally taking me now, his jaw still clamped down onto my shoulder.

Each stroke threatened to send me to another plane of existence, a nirvana. I rocked my body along with his rhythm, however minute a movement, restricted even more by his bite. Garrus exploded inside of me, more powerful and forceful than it ever had been before.