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Passionata

Garrus took a few steps into his room and settled Dani down on his bed. She smiled seeing the boxes and bags from the stores she had visited with Kasumi, all snug together on the couch. Then she noticed for the first time the sand painting she had made of Garrus such a long time ago. It was placed on a very prominent spot on the wall. Her smile grew wider.

But then, images of the early morning drifted through her mind. At least what happened between them at that point had progressed. . . well, naturally. Tonight however would be the first time they would go to sleep in his bed with her as his established girlfriend. It was weird and the thought sobered her up really quickly. Another memory swam into her consciousness. It was earlier today, when he'd pressed her against the wall and kissed her neck and licked under her ear . . .

"You know I've got other things planned, besides asking that question, right?" he'd whispered and she . . . what had she said? She couldn't remember exactly but she was pretty sure she'd answered him affirmatively. And now they were here, alone in his room, night cycle had set in, no one would bother them and even though Garrus was padding around all relaxed and casual, she knew what was on his mind. It was on hers so it was definitely on his.

Suddenly she felt absurdly nervous. Here she was, an adult woman, had taken her first taste of making love just this morning and then again in the shower shortly after, and now she felt as jittery as . . . How had she heard it compared before? Like a virgin on her wedding night or something like that.

When he emerged into view it was hard not to notice he had shed off all of his clothes. He stopped in front of her and regarded her unchanged state of dress, his predatory eyes sought her gaze but she quickly averted her eyes.

"You going to sleep like that?" he asked her easily, though his sub-vocals carried a slightly teasing tone.

"No!" she said defensively. "Are you going to sleep – like that?" she then asked in a tiny voice.

He looked down at his own completely undressed state.

"Yeah, I am. Turians don't exactly have night gear like you humans tend to have. The few times we fell asleep while still clothed aside. . . this is usually how I sleep."

"Oh," was all she managed to say.

"I could - um – wear pants though, if that would make you more comfortable?" he offered after a while.

"Would you mind?" she asked hopefully. He chuckled lightly. "No. No, I wouldn't mind. Just give me a moment."

He retreated back to the shower and Dani took the opportunity to get rid of the long black boots.

She then sneaked over to the couch and started rummaging through the bags and boxes until she found a large thin box from Silversun's Secrets. She took off the lid and tore away the protective paper sheets. Everything her fingers touched was delicate; lace, silk, velvet. Dammit, she just wanted the comfortable top and shorts!

"You – ah – need some time to get ready?" he suddenly asked behind her. Her fingers froze in place. Okay, she was being silly, she knew that. She just needed a bit of time to adjust.

"Yeah," she finally admitted. "Could you just, take a bit longer? Ten minutes?" she pleaded.

"Of course."

She relaxed hearing his retreating footsteps. Crap, she was being a lousy girlfriend! She treated him like he was some stranger who she had to share a room with due to unforeseen circumstances.

Just a bit of time . . . Great, now she was pleading with herself! When she finally felt the comforting common fabric, she snatched the items from the box.

Her fingers trembled and fumbled with the zipper of Miranda's suit. She managed though and then wriggled herself free from the shrugs. She quickly freed her arms from the sleeves and pushed the suit down to her waist. She shivered uncontrollably when she pulled the soft top over her head in a hurry. Dani found out that getting out of the suit was actually a trickier feat then getting into it.

When she pulled the suit down she managed to get herself tangled somehow and she couldn't pull her legs free.

Damn, damn, damn! That suit is tight!

"Come on, work with me!" she hissed angrily and then sighed in relief when at last she was able to at least save one leg from that death contraption.

The suit finally relented in defeat and she kicked it away from her. She wriggled herself into her new shorts and dove under the covers, her heart beating frantically within her chest. As if on cue Garrus slowly approached the bed that exact same moment, wearing pants as he'd promised. He settled one knee on the mattress and looked down on her. Dani felt her skin flush as she looked up at him.

"Are you okay?" he asked her gently. She wanted to say yes – anything, something – but no words came from her lips. He quickly slipped under the covers next to her, but didn't shuffle closer to her, kept his distance . He just – rolled over on his side, slipped an arm under his head and looked at her, seemed to be content to only drink in the details of her face.

"You're crying," he whispered.

"I am?" She moved a hand over her cheek and sure thing, when she pulled her hand back, her fingers were glistening. "I am," she sighed.

"Why?"

"I don't know," she admitted. "Maybe – I'm just used to it. It's weird, not having to cry anymore I guess. Does that even make sense?"

"Actually, I think it kind of does. Are you nervous?"

She tried to smile, it was tiny and it was shaky, but at least it was a smile.

"Very. And I mean inexplicably, absurdly, crazy nervous. You're always so calm. I wish I was more like that."

"No, I'm not," he rebutted. "People often call me a hot-head. So no, not calm."

"When I'm with you," she started slowly. "I often feel I need to overcome some obstacle, before I can relax. Will that ever go away?"

"I don't know. Is it unpleasant?"

"No," she whispered. "Not always. It feels like standing near a cliff and sometimes like falling. It can be scary too, until I realize you're always there with me. Sometimes I just need a moment to get there."

She breathed out a shaky breath and slid closer to him. He didn't reach out for her.

"How do I know?" he asked her softly. "When you get there, how do I know and what do I do?"

"You'll know, you always do and then – you hold me?"

It was an invitation, it sounded like an invitation and Garrus took it as an invitation. He reached out for her, pulled her closer and wrapped his arms around her. She did the same, wrapped her arms around his waist, let her hands travel over his back and just enjoyed the warmth and comfort of his body close to hers. She was glad he wasn't pulling and tugging at her clothes like Alex used to do when he couldn't contain himself. Garrus just gave her time to come to him on her own terms.

She buried her face into his chest, breathed in his scent and placed a tentative kiss on a soft spot between two large plates. His only reaction was his arms tightening around her, but very quickly, just for a moment. On his back she could feel his plates overlapping but when she traced her fingers beneath them, or between them, she felt soft skin. He shuddered against her touch and his arms tightened again. She arrived at that point, that sweet point of knowing exactly who she was with and that there was no need to be afraid or nervous. At the same time she rediscovered the simple fact that she longed for him, longed for his nearness, his touch.

She took his hand from her back, felt hot and cold at the same time, and placed his hand under the fabric of her top.

At her hesitant touch, his hand began to move. Up and up his hand traveled, slowly, until his finger and thumb touched against the fabric of the bra she had left on in her hurry to cover herself. He slipped his digits beneath the fabric and she inhaled sharply when his hand cradled her flesh. He gently turned her on her back and she closed her eyes feeling that wonderful heat churning in her belly. She gasped when his thumb darted over her nipple, a spark flared and he pressed down on the tightening bud. A shuddering sigh escaped from the depth of her throat. Her heart thundered beneath his palm, like wild horse hooves.

He rose above her and then his mouth plates covered her lips. He moved them slowly, caressed her mouth the best way he could. His tongue skipped lightly over her lips again and again, requesting entrance. She willingly obliged him and sighed softly when she opened her mouth to the warm thrust of his tongue.

A rush of air filled her lungs. Her pulse sprinted at the hot feel of his tongue delving inside her mouth. Each probing thrust of his tongue grew more urgent than the last, and her own was eager and hungry in return. Without a word, he pulled her upright and Dani gulped in a few drafts of much-needed air. She gazed into his eyes and lifted up her arms. This earned her a quick nuzzle to her forehead and then he pulled her top up over her torso, over her breasts and finally over her head and arms.

Dani eased herself back against the bed and lifted her hips so Garrus could slip down her shorts.

She looked up at him while he softly traced a talon over her torso.

"So beautiful," he whispered, almost reverently and Dani swallowed hearing the awe in his voice. His eyes gleamed in the dark while his gaze took her in. The heat emanating from his eyes threatened to scorch her and Dani decided that uncomfortable underwear was definitely worth the trouble if it elicited this kind of reaction.

He slowly slipped the straps of her bra down her shoulders and arms until her breasts were revealed to him. She reached behind her to undo the clasp. Her breath escaped in a sigh when it sprang loose and he gently took the fabric away from her.

When he carefully folded his mouth plates around a nipple, fast hardening under the languid strokes of his tongue, another ragged breath managed to escape her lips. Her hands moved to his shoulders, one hand dug into his taut muscles while her other traveled further until her fingers dipped beneath his fringe.

She arched into his touch and she nearly sighed in relief when his free hand went to her other breast to attentively knead her feverish flesh. She softly mewled at his touch, arched her back and felt a whip of heat lash her skin at the feeling of his powerful fingers kneading her, his tongue caressing her. His thumb rubbed the sensitive bud of her nipple, it tightened and shrank under the friction of each stroke. As he rubbed the flesh back and forth, massaging her, warming her skin, a low almost whimpering moan ripped from the depth of her throat. Her breathing deepened, grew labored and vaguely she heard his breathing following a similar path.

Unhurried, Garrus licked one taut nipple and then paid the same attention to the other one. He locked his arm under the small of her back to hold her in place while his other cupped her breast, keeping it close to him as he lapped at her nipple, teased the coral tip with his swirling tongue, earning him another deep-rooted moan.

He was slowly unleashing his pent-up desire and she was burning up inside as a result. As she moved helplessly beneath him, twisting, arching, aching, she knew he'd have her scorched to a heap of cinder in no time at all.

"Garrus," she breathed hard. "Please . . ."

She saw his mandibles flare into an adoring smile as she proved her desire of him.

"Spirits Dani," he said in ragged whisper. "Am I doing this right? Half of the time . . . I just feel . . . I mean, I have no idea. . ."

"You're doing fine," she whispered against his mouth plates when he moved up to her again. He thrust and flicked his tongue over her own again in deft and eager strokes while he gingerly slipped his hand down her trembling belly until it rounded her hip, his talons grazing her flushed and heated skin.

She sighed and shivered against him as his talons hooked behind the fabric and began a steady descent, gliding the delicate material down her thighs, pushing it lower and lower until he slipped it from her feet. She was completely bare and exposed to his touch. She trembled against the mattress when she felt his hand travel up her thighs until it rested between her legs.

"I feel like I should be, I don't know . . . better at this? Better prepared?"

She whimpered and curled into his touch in response, clung herself to him and in near despair echoed the words she had learned from Sumi.

"For . . . Pete's sake, Garrus. . . will you just stop talking already?"

Thank God, for the moment he did exactly that and just concentrated on her. That burning, twisting need was back deep inside her, stoked by the slow, sensual movements of his fingers between her legs. Light as feathers against her, but determined to bring her pleasure, stroking her over and over again, teasing her sensitive skin, making her pulse sprint, her body throb and her breathing quicken while he breathed hard and heavy against her ear.

She could feel herself getting hotter and wetter under his touch and cried out as a powerful finger slipped inside her, very carefully so his talon wouldn't catch at her skin. He didn't dare to continue and she cried in protest when he retreated his touch from her.

"Please Garrus!" she pleaded him and she wrapped a leg around his waist to rub herself against his plates. She threw her head back when she felt his plates shift against her, obvious evidence of his own desire.

It made her tremble to know that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Her heart started beating even faster at the thought. Her arms folded tighter around his shoulders and she tried to pull him on top of her, desperate to feel his weight settle down on her.

She could feel her heart straining against his chest. Rhythmic drumbeats sounded in her ears. Grinding her hips against him, she felt a sense of urgency building. She moaned loudly, feeling the tight, thrumming ache swell in her loins, and a desperate need for release consumed her.

But Garrus wasn't prepared to give her any relief yet. He moved his hips against her, slow and steady, and then swift and determined. He continued to alter his tempo that had her quickly moaning against his mouth plates in helpless want. His tongue delved inside her mouth again and clashed with hers in a rivaled battle of passions.

What he could do to her with his body was frightening. But it was also heavenly. Her lashes fluttered, her head arched back against the pillow, her nails dug harder into his back.

She groaned. It was a loud, demanding sound for appeasement. But his movements only hastened the more vocal she became. His hips snapped faster and harder against her, without giving her what she really wanted. Soon she was ready to beg at the desire tearing her up inside.

"I can't . . ." she cried breathlessly. "I can't . . . take much more. Please!"

Finally, Garrus seemed willing to comply. He rolled her on her back and finally settled between her legs. The moment he did she wrapped her legs tightly around him, refusing to let him go.

He chuckled lowly, smoothed a few sweaty strands of hair from her forehead and gave her a quick nuzzle.

"You know me sweetheart," he whispered against her lips. "I always like to savor the last shot before popping the heat sink. . ."

He suddenly stopped moving altogether and Dani had to bit back a groan.

"Wait, that metaphor just went somewhere horrible."

"Garrus, can you please just. . . shut up?" Dani begged of him.

He shifted his weight and aligned himself against her pulsing core. He unfastened his trousers and lowered them slightly. There was a brief moment where her eyes opened and she looked up to find a pair of light, blazing eyes gazing down at her. So tender, so passionate, so needful. . . of her.

She lifted her hand to stroke his mandible and she could feel the thunderous thumps of her heart steady. She could feel his body thrum on a chord identical to hers. In tune, in hunger, he finally slipped his length deep within her and she cried out the one name that, for two and half long and barren years, she'd only been able to whisper in the quiet and lonely dark.

"Garrus!"

He was hot and trembling inside her and she moved with him as he began to stir. He withdrew from inside her, not fully, but part way and she locked her legs behind him, holding him in place. She was desperate to feel him inside her and in her daze she didn't realize she prevented him from moving. He chuckled softly by her ear.

"Um, Dani? I can't um, really . . . you know - move - like this."

She blinked her eyes and eased her grip, giving him the room he needed to pull partly out of her again before he thrust back inside. When he did, she cried out in pleasure. He did it again. Withdrew halfway and then plunged deep inside her. Then he did it again. And again. Slow and steady at first, pulling out and thrusting back in.

She closed her eyes and moaned in need, tightened her arms around him, clinging to him as he slowly rocked against her over and over again.

Tingling anticipation tickled through her limbs and the tension in her body grew stronger while she clung to him harder, digging her fingers into his muscles and beneath his fringe. He moaned loudly when she hit his sensitive spot and he deepened and quickened his slow thrusts as a result.

Garrus raised his upper body from hers and they both watched as he was moving in and out of her in deep, steady plunges. He threw his head back and she could hear his breathing grow hard and rough as he arched into her. The scales and plates on his back were slick with sweat. She had to dig in hard to keep from slipping. Their bodies moved together in waves, his full girth filling her.

The tight, pleasurable knot that had formed within her tightened even more and she drove her body to find its release. His rocking thighs rubbed hard against hers, the chafing movement left her throbbing and burning inside and she was only vaguely aware of some slight discomfort.

"Garrus!" she gasped between panting breaths.

"I'm sorry," he panted heavily. "I'm not going to last long!"

His movements quickened. Swift, piercing strokes that brought her unbearable, excruciating pleasure.

Garrus let out a fierce groan and thrust hard into her before every muscle in his body seemed to tense, silence fell for a moment, before a deep growl forced its way out and Dani felt the hot liquid shots of his release.

He carefully shifted her over, gentle enough as not to force himself out of her before his body was ready. Her face pressed against the pillow. He slipped his hand beneath her until his fingers found their goal and he started caressing her throbbing flesh. Still buried deep inside her, he doubled her pleasure by grinding his hips against her. She knew he would soon retract from her body and sobbed in relief when she felt the first waves lapping at her.

She cried out for him and dug her nails into the fabric of the sheets. She gasped and moaned, felt the waves growing stronger. . . her skin tightening over her entire body as he pushed her closer to a shattering climax.

And then it came. She could feel every muscle in her body tense and just a heartbeat later, explode. She moaned loudly as hot, hard sexual pleasure short-circuited every nerve she possessed, shocking her into an ecstasy so powerful she felt singed. Her muscles contracted around him in quick succession, there was a pulsating wave of glorious gratification that coursed through her veins and she cried out at the intensity of the orgasm that racked through her body.

She was breathing loudly. They both were. Garrus stilled a moment, shuddered and then slumped against her, though he braced his weight on his elbows so as not to crush her, and buried his face in the crook of her neck, his body still joined with hers.

He was quite heavy on top of her, but she reveled in the feeling. She winced a bit at her cramped muscles but felt dizzying blissful. She listened to both their breathing evening out and she was very still beneath him. She just wanted to be near him. To enjoy the feel of him without the urgency inside her commanding all her other senses. She loved this tranquil moment after so many torrent emotions. It was such a wonderful feeling to just be close to him, to hear him breathing deeply by her ear, to sense his weight nestled on top of her.

Right before his weight started to feel uncomfortable, she felt him shiver right before he retreated from deep within her. She tried not to wince when he shifted his weight from her, but she could already feel that the skin between her thighs felt raw and bruised. With careful motions she turned on her side, not wanting to alert him to the slight twinge of pain she felt.

Chafing, she thought with a wry smile. She really should take up Mordin's advice about the oils and ointments. She didn't object when he pulled her close to him, safe in his embrace. She placed a last soft kiss against his chest.

"Garrus, I know I have no experience and all that, but really. . . some of the things you say?"

"Yeah, I guess these things tend to get away from me."

"You know what? I think it's adorable."

"Adorable?"

Dani smirked hearing the indignation in his voice.

"Come here, I'll show you adorable!"

Dani just laughed in response.