*drumrolls* Tadaa! Here it is. THE chapter most of you have probably been waiting for! it's the smutty, lemony, porn-y chapter! So, if you don't like adult sexual themes, please don't read any further. It's nothing too bad I think... nothing worse than you'd read in one of those Harlequin booklets. Anyway, just a warning. To those who actually do enjoy this kind of content... Have fun! Oh, reviews are always appreciated ;-)
Here we go
First thing Dani noticed when she opened her eyes, was that she was still smiling. Or again.
Second thing she noticed, was how her arm was draped over Garrus' chest, her leg entwined with his and one of his arms securely draped around her. He was still here, he hadn't left and wasn't about to leave. She decided she liked waking up in his arms, a lot. It might not be as comfortable as being curled up against a human body, still she vastly preferred her present company.
While she never actually had sex with Alex, it sure as hell hadn't been from his lack of trying. Whenever she'd woken up with him, though he'd never said it out loud, the atmosphere had been awkward and tense and he'd wordlessly blamed her for holding back on him. Waking up with Alex had never felt – natural.
She shifted a bit in Garrus' embrace to sneak a glance if he was still asleep. It looked like he was and she delighted in taking in his every feature this leisurely and undisturbed. She realized she never wanted to wake up in someone else's arms ever again.
"You know, I can hear you thinking again," Garrus suddenly murmured. "Doesn't that brain of yours ever stop? It's tiring!"
"Well, if it bothers you, you can always start sleeping in your own quarters," she proffered sweetly.
"And miss this? I don't think so." He suddenly turned over on his side to look at her and let his talons softly graze the skin on her side, arms and back.
"Good morning," he finally said and sounded a bit embarrassed. "Are you okay?"
She smiled at him and marveled at his body, how alien it looked. 1`
"Yeah," she whispered at last. "I am. You?"
"More than okay," he told her. "I finally got you back and you're here, in my arms and on top of that. . . we finally got things sorted out. I just have to ask . . . Are you sure this is what you want? I mean, a human and a turian, it's not unheard of but not really common either."
"And you would know this, how, exactly?" Dani smirked at him.
"Are you kidding? The extranet is crawling with vids about that sort of . . . Um, I mean . . . I learned there were more cases like us when I did some research on, um, you know . . . cross-species intercourse and – damn, now I'm making it sound all dirty and clinical!"
Dani nearly bit her lips to shreds, trying to keep herself from laughing. It was quite refreshing to see this usually so calm and collected turian fumble for words.
"Garrus, I'm sure," she quickly said to assure him. "I want you. I'm just so very sorry it took me so long to realize!"
That silenced him. For a moment they just looked at each other and Dani became very aware of the nearness of his body. Her heart started beating a bit faster and the morning drowsiness drained from her body, leaving it behind, waking.
When he finally raised a talon and slowly dragged it across her cheek, Dani could feel her skin flush. She responded by placing her hand against his right mandible. She quietly pulled him closer and felt him exercise the same gentle force at the back of her neck, until soft lips and angled mouth plates finally met.
In just an instant, the comparison was there. Her months with Alex had taught her about kissing. The difference between kissing a human and a turian was as stark as the difference between day and night. With Alex, warm tongues had slicked and glided over each other and Dani had always found it a bit icky. Exactly how she'd always imagined kissing would be like. . . disappointing. With Garrus, a cool, slightly dry roughness met warm, moist softness. Their tongues were not made for the movements Alex had introduced her to, but she loved this strange alien feel invading her mouth so much more.
When Garrus gently turned them over, all she could do was sigh in appreciation. The only time she objected was when he retreated his tongue from her mouth. The sound of her aggravation quickly turned to one of pleasure when he softly nipped a wonderfully sensitive spot in her neck with his mouth plates.
She couldn't hold back a low moan and got rewarded with a ragged groan that emitted from Garrus' throat. His body melded against her and in an attempt to get him even closer, she wrapped her legs around his waist. He answered by moving his body over hers and coaxed her in moving with him. She gasped at the friction it created between her legs.
God, that felt so good! She wanted to cry out in protest when he suddenly stilled his body and raised himself to lean on his elbows. His breathing was ragged and uneven, a silent question raging in his eyes that had turned from icy blue to hot and smoky grey.
She stared up at him, confused at his sudden action, or inaction for that matter. He said nothing, but splayed his hand over the fabric of her tunic and dragged it down along the many tiny buttons.
Oh. Of course.
He wouldn't be able to open the tiny buttons without accidentally ripping them off.
With trembling fingers she set to work, starting with the top button and slowly, sometimes faltering, working to the bottom one. By the time her clumsy fingers undid the front clasp of her bra, she could feel and hear her blood pounding in her ears.
Slowly, Garrus shifted the fabric to the side, exposing one breast to his intense gaze. His breathing hitched in his throat when he placed his hand on her breast. He pushed it up a little, gave a gently squeeze, manipulated the soft mound, his gaze intent to learn her reaction to his touch.
Dani was unable to look away from his eyes. The feelings evoked by his soft kneading motions made her pant slightly while his gaze held her locked. He quickly pushed the other side of her tunic out of the way and while his hand was still softly kneading her breast, he sighed while dragging his tongue over the just exposed nipple.
She sharply sucked in her breath and closed her eyes against the unexpected sensation. Dear God, it felt like her breasts had suddenly grown a connection to a spot buried deep between her thighs! There was a faint memory how that first flare between her legs had scared her so long ago. Now she found herself wishing she hadn't stopped him that night.
When his tongue and searching hands left her breasts and traveled down her torso until they found her bellybutton, she gasped in pleasure. It seemingly intrigued him to no end as he kept prodding and licking the strange oddity. His fingers kept grazing a spot, right above her waistband, that had her panting for air in no time.
"Your body is so strange, Dani," he whispered in between a few licks. "It's weird, it's soft and so very alien. But Spirits, I love it!"
She felt him tug at the button of her pants and she quickly moved to help him unbutton them and pulled down the zipper. He wasted no time in removing them. In his enthusiasm however, he pulled down her panties as well, eliciting a startled gasp from her. He stopped immediately, her trousers and panties somewhere halfway down her knees.
"Dani?" He asked her quietly.
"It's nothing," she panted. "You just caught me by surprise."
She allowed him to remove her pants, panties and socks. She was lying there, trembling, her tunic and bra still pushed to her sides.
"Oh!" she heard him exclaim. "You've got fur down here. That's – surprising."
Dani could feel her cheeks heat up in embarrassment. She didn't shave herself down there like she knew other women tended to do. Her embarrassment was short lived however when Garrus had restarted his exploration of her body.
His tongue was currently traveling up the inside of her leg and Dani couldn't prevent a shuddering moan if she wanted to. She could hear Garrus hum in content at her reaction to him touching her.
The next part of her body that had him intrigued were here knees. If he hadn't so effectively reduced her to a panting and moaning mess, she'd have laughed at his fascination for her least obvious body parts.
When he finally turned his attention to the spot where her thighs joined, she nearly launched herself off the bed when his dry tongue took a taste of her folds. He stared at her oddly and then looked back at the bit of skin that had elicited such an intense reaction, she could almost see his mind working.
Suddenly that delicious spot had his full and undivided attention. She held her breath as he gently pushed her folds aside, revealing her completely to him. She had her eyes closed but she could sense how he was gauging her slightest reaction to what he was doing.
His fingers, softly stroking her flesh, left her trembling. When his tongue flicked across her folds, she was panting. And when he slowly dragged his tongue along her opening, she cried out.
It was strange and a bit scary how she was losing control over her own body and reactions, bit by bit. He dragged his tongue across her again, lingered by her entrance, searched and prodded until he slowly pushed in.
Dani gripped the sheets of her bed, felt tears stinging her eyes and alternated between guttural moans and superficial panting. His tongue at first felt a bit dry and course within her, but something was happening down there, she could feel her folds getting moist and wet.
Suddenly he stopped his ministrations and she nearly sobbed in frustration.
She opened her eyes and was near ready to beg him to continue when she saw him smack his tongue in his mouth, contemplating the taste.
A low growl emitted from his upper vocal cords while a hum from his lower vocal cord erupted happily with the growl.
"This is bad," he managed to whisper. "This is very not good," he sighed against her right before he delved his tongue inside her again. The question what exactly was very not good fled away from her mind, as did every other rational thought.
He roughly spread her legs wider so he could gain better access. She could feel herself panting and struggling for breath, sweat forming and dripping on her skin, her thighs trembling and clenching against his hands which firmly kept her in place.
Something deep inside her was coiling, sending out tiny shocks to every nerve-ending in her body as it was doing so. Her body was acting by its own volition, she thrashed against him, met every push of his tongue coated with the moisture seeping from her. She moaned and cried and panted as she moved herself frantically against him while he made groaning noises against her as if to urge her on.
Oh God, something was happening! She felt like she was going to pee or pass out, or both! Before she could stop him, or warn him, something exploded in her mind and the coiled spring released with a such sudden violence that it made her scream his name and left her gasping for air and dear God she was having a stroke!
Her entire body was shaking and trembling like crazy but his hands kept her in place, held her steady while he slowly lapped at her – very gentle and careful until her breathing started to sound a bit more normal.
"Dani, if you don't want this to – um – escalate . . . Now would be the moment to say so," Garrus said on a whisper while he moved up again.
She wanted to say she only knew the basics of what happened during sex between two humans. No first-hand experience, at all. Then again, she figured it was a safe bet to assume Garrus had as little experience with human-turian relationships as she had with relationships period.
He gallantly left the decision with her and she knew he would follow through with whatever she decided, no matter how disappointed he might be. So, what did she want it to be?
She smiled. That question was very easy to answer! With a freedom and abandonment she'd never felt with Alex, Dani took a deep breath, pulled her arms from her tunic and let it drop to the floor. Her bra following suit.
Without words, Garrus followed her example. With his gaze unwavering locked with hers, he grasped the hem of his tunic and slowly pulled it up and over his head, minding the back of his fringe. He discarded his tunic on top of hers but when she moved her hand to unbuckle his pants, he grasped it.
"Dani," he whispered weakly. "I – are you sure? I mean . . . "
She silenced him by working on the buckle until he finally let his hand fall away. With his buckle loosened, she now had access to the buttons of his pants. Just three.
Undressing was the easy part. Here she could show him she wanted this. She just hoped he'd done enough research to take over when she stepped in completely unknown territory.
Okay. His pants were open. Now what? Her curiosity won over and she slipped a hand in his tight trousers. He closed his eyes and threw his head back with a low moan while arching into her touch.
There were – scales down there, two large plates aligned perfectly, cradling two smaller plates beneath them. When she carefully traced the outline of those smaller plates she could feel them shift in response. His chest heaved and his breathing labored from restraint.
She pulled her hand back and tugged at his pants, anxious to get them out of the way. When she didn't know how to remove them with his spurs in the way, he removed her hands and slowly eased his pants over his spurs, his gaze blazing hot and never leaving her eyes.
His pants soon fell on top of the small pile of clothes already on the floor. Only long sock like garments were left. He removed them too. When he was finally stripped from all his clothes, like her, he reached for her and pulled her onto his lap.
With a contented sigh she wrapped her legs around him and felt her female core rub lightly against his smaller plates. She gasped when she felt something deep inside her react to the sensation. Okay, that felt very nice!
Garrus buried his face in her neck and slowly let his hands drift over her body, tracing the outline of her scapulae, the edges of her spine until he clasped them firmly around her buttocks and pulled her against him. He dragged his tongue along her neck and she let her head fall back, while clinging to his upper arms.
He slowly rocked his lower body against her, while softly mouthing at that delicious spot in her neck.
A low moan of approval emitted from her throat and he echoed her noises of pleasure with noises of his own. An erotic mixture between a content humming and a soft growl or moan of desire.
His talons scraped along the skin of her head and he gently pulled at her hair so her back arched even more. Her breasts – taut and sensitive with want – jutted forward, awaiting his touch.
It was a bit difficult to breath in this position and when his tongue curled around a nipple, she gasped and struggled for breath. A hand joined his tongue and he started to massage her breast. Her chest was heaving, struggling for air, while his hand tortured her, kneaded her breast with a bit more fervor.
She wantonly rubbed herself against him and she could feel herself coating his plates with her damp, moist core.
"Dani!" He moaned, she could barely understand him, he was so much distorting her name with his lower vocal cords. "Are you sure? Oh please Spirits, be sure!" He panted and begged.
When she moved her hands over his back she could feel his plates and scales slick with a thin coat of sweat.
"Yes," she managed to say, surprising herself she was still coherent enough. "Please!"
She sighed with pleasure when he quickly pushed her down against the bed. He settled between her legs, her breathing picked up in anticipation and he moved her legs around his waist, settling them against his hip spurs.
She crossed her feet at the ankles, hooked them behind his leg spurs and pulled him closer. He panted in her ear, grinded himself against her and she reveled in that wonderful feeling that started to build in her belly again.
She arched into his movements, grabbed on to a muscular thigh and groaned when she felt something hard protrude against her folds. Every time Garrus bucked his hips against her, that little uneven part of his body sent shots of electricity through her body.
He brought her higher and higher, closer to that sweet eruption she now knew was to follow, until he suddenly stiffened and nearly crushed her against him.
Wait, this was it? Dani bit back a cry of disappointment, but before she could disentangle her from his limbs, she suddenly felt his plates shift a bit.
Before she could contemplate its meaning she felt something hot and hard surge between her thighs. A sharp pain shot through her like a knife and she couldn't hold back a scream of pain.
"I'm sorry," he whimpered in regret. "I'm sorry I'm hurting you, but I can't stop now. I'll try to be as gentle as possible. Spirits I'm sorry! I should have done better research, I -!"
His words ended in a guttural moan as he thrust forward and penetrated her body deeply. He tried to still himself again, tried to restrain himself, keep from moving too harshly, the effort caused his muscles to tremble.
Dani clenched her jaw, in equal effort to keep herself from crying out again. With his body unmoving but trembling against her, the sharp pain receded though she could still feel him trapped inside her, stretching her almost painfully.
Part of her wanted to shove him away, angry he hadn't so much as given her a warning. The other part recognized he was just as dizzy with desire as she had been and probably not really thinking straight.
She tried to relax her body as much as possible, determined not to let this – this small thing – spoil things for them. Dani gingerly wound her arms around his neck and gently rolled her hips against him, softly encouraging him to go on. The movement let him sink deeper inside her and she could feel her inner muscles adjust to accommodate him.
Encouraged by her actions, he started moving slowly deep within her. It was still a bit painful but not as bad as it had been, but she could sense he was still keeping a tight rein on himself. He was panting heavily in her ear and he almost seemed to be in pain himself.
The knowledge they had finally become one, had finally become lovers, sent a delicious surge throughout her, chasing away every thought of pain and discomfort. She gasped at the sudden sensation of her inner walls moistening up with him deep inside. Where her flesh at first had struggled against him, it now welcomed him, eased him in.
"Oh Spirits!" He groaned, he must have noticed how she had become soft and hot and slick and trembling around him while all she could do was pant his name, urging him to move.
And he did. With masterful self-exertion he kept his thrusts slow and unhurried and she could feel them ripple through her body. She clung to him, held on to the feeling of him, the smell of him, even the taste of him.
She met him thrust for slow thrust, arched her back and lifted her hips to meet his. She wanted him every bit as badly as he obviously wanted her. The pain and discomfort forgotten, she begged him to give her more. As a dutiful lover, he obliged, there was not much else he could do. He drove inside her, deep into the moist heat at the heart of her, again and again, lifting her with the power of his thrusts.
Dani couldn't help herself, a long drawn out cry escaped from her lips and this time it was not caused by pain. The pleasure of his thrusting and pounding against her was absolutely excruciating and she discovered that a very thin line existed between pain and pleasure.
Suddenly he threw back his head and with a last deep thrust he roared his relief and spilled himself deep within her. He shuddered violently and finally let his limbs rest against her, taking care not crush her with his weight.
She remained absolutely still, her heart rate still going through the roof, and cold realization dawned that her body was still screaming for release.
When she tried to shift, he stopped her. "Don't. . . move. . ." He panted in her ear. "It needs. . . to . . . retract naturally. . . hat's why I couldn't stop – before."
The only sound in the room was the ragged sound of their breathing. They lay as close together as their anatomy would allow them, flesh buried within flesh, her legs still encircling his waist, their arms wrapped around each other.
Dani desperately tried to keep the urge to move against him in check. She managed, but just barely. She didn't say a word when Garrus rolled them both over to their sides. She winced a bit when she felt his member suddenly retreat from her body.
Garrus uttered a low groan and sounded completely satisfied. Very unlike her.
"Spirits, that felt good!" He was still panting a little. "Still sure you don't want something – ah – closer to home?"
With her arousal slowly dissipating from her body, so did her disappointment. She smiled at him. "Suggest that one more time and I will go back to Earth and hook up with Alex again."
"No you wouldn't."
"No, I wouldn't. Doesn't mean I can't threaten you with it though."
Garrus chuckled. "You do realize threatening me with something I know you'd never do, kind of defeats its purpose?"
Dani just smiled and lifted her hand to trace the large bandage that covered such a large portion of his face.
"Tell me about this?" she asked and noticed how his eyes immediately grew guarded.
"There's not much to tell," he replied a bit terse. "It happened on Omega. Had an unfortunate encounter with a missile. Now my face hangs together by cybernetics and this rag."
"Garrus. You know what happened to me the last few years. The least you can do is tell me what happened to you."
"Actually," he started. "I know quite a bit more. About you."
A cold feeling settled in her stomach. "How much?" she managed to ask after a while. "How much do you know?"
"Pretty much everything that has been revealed to Shepard by Anderson. A few gaps, here and there."
His words felt like a punch in the stomach. A feeling of nausea welled up and Dani forced herself upright, pulling the covers with her, and wrapped her arms around her knees. She rested the right side of her face against them and closed her eyes, trying to overcome the nausea by concentrating on her breathing. When she felt his hand on her shoulder she shrugged it off.
"Don't Garrus. Not now – please," she whispered.
"You're . . . not okay with me knowing?" he asked after a moment of silence.
"No," she admitted softly. "Not okay with it. I've worked very hard to . . . get passed it all. Spent my adult years running . . . I knew it was somewhere out there – the truth – but it was sealed in classified files. Not likely to haunt me. And here you are. And you know and I can't very well run from you, now can I?"
"What are you afraid of? It's the past, it can't hurt you anymore."
"You and I both know that's not true," she whispered. "You can't even bring yourself to tell me what happened on Omega."
"You're right," Garrus admitted. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said it like that. I'll make you a deal, okay? You tell me what worries you about your past. I will tell you everything that happened on Omega."
She didn't answer him. Not right away. Putting it into words, somehow made it all true and that was exactly what she'd been running from. That awful truth. Even though she knew Alex and Dr. Torque, the kids, had known about her past – they had never broached the subject and she could pretend the truth didn't exist.
Now that Garrus had mentioned it – her past – he had made it real again. And she didn't want it to be real. After moments of deciding, that's how she decided to explain it.
"If I do that, it becomes real," she whispered. She shivered, feeling cold sweat form on her back and forehead. She was grateful Garrus didn't move in at once for comfort. She would probably puke all over him.
"I don't want it to become real, Garrus. Does that make sense to you? Can you understand that?"
"Yeah. As a matter of fact, I can. The problem is, Dani," he hesitated. "It already is real. I just know about it too now. You don't have to carry this alone, sweetheart. Now there's two of us and we can face it, together."
"No," she sighed miserable. "How can I face something like that? How can anyone? How do I admit that, from the moment I was born . . ." She choked up, could hardly bring herself to say it out loud.
"I was no one?" she finally said on a whisper. "Just – something to get rid of? A burden, a pest . . . a mistake . . ."
When Garrus pulled her into his arms, she didn't object this time.
"I didn't want anyone to know, least of all you," she sobbed. "For how could you still want me, if no one else ever did?"
"Well, I want you, Dani! All the rest be damned. I'm here, you are everything to me and Spirits know I want you!"
"I need to puke . . ." Dani suddenly stated with a little voice. He immediately scooped her up, covers and all, and hurried to the small lavatory station in her room. The moment he sat her down she clasped her hands around the cool bowl and retched.
Her throat filled with bitter bile and she spat out the sickly yellowish substance. There were a few moments of dry heaving when finally a last violent shudder announced the end of the ordeal.
Suddenly she felt something cold press against her forehead. It was Garrus, holding a damp cold cloth. She sighed in relief and closed her eyes while he dabbed the cloth against her heated cheeks and her neck. He then gently picked her up and carried her back to the bed.
