Commander's personal log, star date 06/14/2183
"Today I'm finally able to return to duty. I'm so embarrassed. I can't believe I fainted at the star map in front of everyone. Fortunately everyone has been more hung up on me feeling better than looking for an explanation. Dr. Chakwas is a real hero. She gave Navigator Pressly chemistry sheets for his report. She said it'd be an inside joke between her and the lab personnel at Alliance Headquarters. She's passing on the formula for the steroid she synthesized, hoping that it'll bring dextro and amino-acid people a little bit closer. She said this was the sort of thing that brought her to the frontier.
I'm stopping at the Citadel to oversee the installation of a few upgrades. I'm going to sign a few things and take the day to hangout with Garrus. Maybe we'll get some shopping done. I figured if anyone can show me around the Citadel it's my former C-Sec officer. I owe a lot to Garrus. Human guys just don't grab my attention like Turians do. I never would have expected such repercussions. I'll have to take that steroid daily if I don't want my blood to get fried.
It seems so unfair. Everything I've ever wanted in life has been so astronomically difficult. I finally get my own Command and it only cost the lives of people I got to know for years. I finally meet a guy I like and I get deathly sick. I don't care what the universe throws at me. I'm going to do me. The universe can kiss my amino-acid, Turian loving ass. Science finds a way.
I'm looking forward to getting the chance to just walk around for a bit. I'm going to take the opportunity to doll myself up. I've been thinking about curling my hair. I can finally take out that sundress I never got a chance to wear. I remember when me and the girls in my squad would do each other's makeup. I think of them when I put mine on. It's a friendly reminder that my memories of them are real. It's hard to keep people relevant when they aren't around anymore. The bodies keep piling up. I need a day to not think about it."
I shut my recording software down. I took my sundress out of my closet and got changed. I stood in the mirror while I used my cordless iron and put on my makeup. I completed my look with a sun hat. I observed myself side to side and smacked my lips together. I smiled at how cute I felt. I could slay any man.
I went out to the Docking Bay to meet the team of engineers in charge of the upgrades. They talked a bunch of science to me about mandatory upgrades for any ship entering the Terminus System. I signed my signature on the Chief Engineer's data pad. I finished early. I took a leisurely walk down the dock, admiring the ships as I went by. I hung out by the elevator to C-Sec, watching the new arrivals come in. I headed down to C-Sec for the remainder of my wait. I stepped off the elevator and headed down to the Spectre requisition office.
"Commander Shepard, you look lovely today. What's the occasion?" the requisition officer asked.
"I'm just enjoying a day out before I head to the Terminus systems. Thought I'd pick up some armor," I opened the holographic catalog on the kiosk.
"Need help with anything?" he seemed more helpful than usual.
"I'm just browsing," I declined his intervention. I turned the page. "Ooh! These are stylish. Do they come in different colors?" I asked.
"Just red. I never really thought of color variety. I could probably set that up in the future," he considered my request.
"I'd like these. Can I get them sent to my ship?" I selected a matching set of good quality human and Turian armor.
"Great choice. Are you buying for someone special?" he pried.
"Huh?" my face went red.
"That will definitely keep them alive. You said you're going to the Terminus systems?"
"I don't know what you're implying. I'd like for my whole crew to have these. Will you let me know when you get more in?" I avoided his eyes.
"Sure. Send me a crew manifest and I'll set you up," he processed my transaction. "Normandy, is that right?" he confirmed.
"Yeah."
"Alright. You're all set. Thanks for coming by," he parted in a friendly matter. I couldn't get out of there fast enough. Not that I was ashamed. It just seemed as though my precious privacy was slowly being compromised. I pondered this as I waited in the courtyard. I admired the flowers and trees. I turned around when I heard the Docking Bay elevator come open.
"Wow," Garrus froze. The first thought in his head was that I had to be waiting for someone else. He forgot he had even been invited here. I smiled as soon as I saw him.
"Garrus! Thank God. I was about to die of boredom," I came over to him. "What are you waiting for? Come on," I grabbed his arm. He hesitated for a moment. We were creating a scene.
"You wanna get out of here and see the Presidium?" he asked.
"I thought you'd never ask," I let him escort me to the elevator. "Is it just me or were people staring at us?" I asked.
"Human, Turian relationships aren't common. We were at war not too long ago," he reminded me.
"I keep forgetting about that," I laid my head on his shoulder.
"What's the saucer on your head?" he asked.
"This? It's a hat. Fashionable solar protection," I tilted my brim.
"You look stunning in that dress. I almost forgot it was me you're on a date with."
"Why would you say a thing like that? You're very handsome," I reassured him as our elevator touched down. "Let's get a seat by the water," I picked a bench under the shade and right on the water.
"You don't think we're a bad match?" he attempted to sort out his doubts with me.
"Despite everything that has happened, no; I don't. Why? Is that what you're thinking?" I tried to listen with an open mind.
"I'm just wondering if it's really what's best for you. You had me pretty worried. I was starting to think maybe I was in the wrong. Turian males can get pretty aggressive when we're mating. Did you know that? Everything happened so suddenly I didn't think to warn you. I let my emotions do the thinking. Then before I knew it I had left marks on you. That made me feel rough. Getting you sick, that had me feeling terrible. I'm just saying, if you were to rework your choices I wouldn't blame you," he put his hands together thoughtfully.
"I've never cared much for playing it safe. Besides, I like the claws. They let me know you're really enjoying yourself. That's such a turn on. Nothing wrong with a little pain here and there," I clung to him arm.
He turned his attention to my hair. "I like this. You look like a little princess," he pinched a spiral between his claws.
"That's so strange," I was intrigued.
"Huh?" I confused him.
"I mean, I had a feeling. When I was sick I had a strange dream where you said something similar. It's almost like you were able to convey that to me."
"That is weird. Hopefully you won't have anymore fevers."
"Are you saying you expect more interactions with me?" I trapped him in a corner.
"I hate to admit it after all of the hell I put you through. I don't think I could give up your anatomy after I've had a taste. I've been thinking of ways to get you out of that dress," he admitted.
"Vakarian! How shameful. You'd have relations with a human woman?" I teased.
"Yeah, I think I would," he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me in close.
"I was thinking after you parade me around the Presidium for a bit, we could catch a movie," I suggested.
"Oh? Something romantic, perhaps?"
"I really want to see Blasto," I put the notion forward.
"Oh, not Blasto. The company that makes that puts out nothing but trash," he shook his head in disbelief.
"The adverts I heard sounded really funny. The actor playing Blasto sounded like a Hanar Clint Eastwood," I explained my case.
"I don't know who that is," I completely lost him.
"Only the most famous cowboy actor of the twentieth century," I said as though it had any meaning to him.
"Cowboy? Is that a human thing?"
I chuckled, "Oh, my god. I have to show you Westerns. You would love them. They take place during the American Frontier when the land was lawless and everyone made their own rules."
"See, that sounds more interesting than Blasto," he was sold.
"You take me to see Blasto and I'll show you Western movies," I gave him a mischievous look.
"Twist my arm, why don't you," he kidded.
"What sort of movies do Turians grow up on?" I asked.
"The action genre is very popular. A lot of war, romance movies, and period pieces. Cop dramas are some of my favorites."
"I think you'd like Westerns. I can see why you wouldn't want to see Blasto. It's a satire of your favorite genre. I promise it'll be funny," I pleaded. "Come on. Let's walk around for a bit," I pulled on his hand until he stood up with me. He looked into my eyes. I smiled and wrapped around his arm. He took me around the lake. We came to an intersection under the shade of trees. A pair of little Asari girls stood in line at a Salarian's concession stand. I observed what they were buying. They reminded me of corn dogs, breaded meat on a stick. The smell was alluring.
"Want one?" Garrus read my mind.
"That sounds great. I didn't eat this morning."
"Wait right here," he left me in the center of the park to wait in line. I looked around at the trees and fountains. I could walk around the Presidium forever and bask in its beauty. I spotted a book store I intended to check out. "Something to eat for the pretty lady," Garrus handed me my breaded meat on a stick. Mine looked rather ordinary while his was darker and covered in something resembling sesame seeds.
"What did you get?" I received mine from him.
"I got the same thing, but the dextro-amino acid version. They make it all crazy looking and give it the purple wrapper so they don't get mixed up."
"Thank you," we looked out at the fountains under a tree while we ate. I watched him with morbid curiosity.
"Enjoying the view?" he teased me. I just smiled mischievously as I took a small bite.
"There's a bookstore I want to check out," I turned to indicate the direction I wanted to go in. "Can we go?"
"I'll take you anywhere," he linked arms with me.
"You ate yours already?" I asked, one bite into mine.
"We can't all be dainty little things like you are," he tossed his stick into the bin.
"I'm not dainty," I took another bite of mine.
"No?" he squeezed me tightly so I couldn't get away. "That's not the way I see it," as I resisted he drew me in tighter. He looked as though he had proven his point.
"I could take you," I gave him a contradictory sideways stare.
"Yeah? Well, you're welcome to try," he challenged me with a flirtatious look.
"How old are you, Garrus?" I asked him playfully.
"Oh, come on. You don't need to know that. We're probably about the same age," he skipped answering me.
"Really? How old do you think I am?" I waited for an amusing reaction.
"Humans normally enlist around eighteen, so early twenties?" he made an educated guess.
"You're sweet. Is that how old you are?" I gave him a sly look.
"Around there. Why, was I off?"
"I turned twenty-nine in April," I confessed.
"Wow. You would have been one of those big sister, drill sergeants I used to fantasize about," I made him nostalgic.
"You like older women?" he had me intrigued.
"If it can be helped," he admitted. "There's a confidence older women exert that I find attractive. For instance, I doubt a younger girl would offer me a tour of the Mako," he looked for a response from me as I finished up my concession.
"I'm glad it gives me an edge," I tossed my stick in the bin. "I'm ready to check out the book store now," I let him escort me down to the bookstore. "Do you like to read?" I asked as we arrived in the store.
"Sometimes. I haven't in a while."
"What do you normally read?" I picked through the romance section.
"History mostly. I like reading about discoveries and ship crashes."
"Check it out! It's Miss Lovely's Pet Monster," I pulled the spine from its tight fit on the shelf.
"What's that? Something you know?" he investigated.
"My mom used to read this to me. It's based on an old romance by another name," I opened the cover and peeked inside. "God, it's been forever since I've seen this," I held on to it, flicking through the pages until Garrus found something.
"This is pretty good. It's about an expedition that went wrong and how a handful of crewmen made it out alive. The accounts are pretty detailed," he picked a book titled Cilene and the Final men. I looked around for a little while longer, unable to find anything else to pique my interest. We checked out and left the store. I reached inside the bag for my copy of Miss Lovely's Pet Monster.
"Here, you should read this," I gave it to him. "I'll read the book you picked and we can talk about them on the ship," I suggested.
"Miss Lovely's Pet Monster," he examined the embroidered cover of a garish beast taking the delicate hand of a fair maiden. "You got this from the romance section?" he confirmed.
"Yeah, it's a fairy-tale for young children. I hope you wasn't looking for something more mature," I teased him.
"Who is the pairing?" he looked confused.
"The characters on the cover," I pointed out.
"Oh, I thought he was the monster in the story," he misunderstood.
"He is. He's Miss Lovely's pet monster."
"She falls in love with the monster of the story?"
"It's debatable on who the real monster is. I don't want to spoil it. You'll have to read it if you want to find out what happens," I refused to be anything but vague.
"A fair lady who falls in love with a fanged beast," he was beginning to pick up on the similarities.
"Maybe you'll find it relatable," I said frankly.
"Is there an animal on Earth you associate me with?" he pried.
"Yeah, alligators. They're among the most ancient Earth animals. They're ferocious with teeth and claws like you. "
"You like alligators?"
"Most people know better than to screw with them. They don't have your sense of humor," I kidded.
"Maybe if I knew what the appeal was," he ran his claws over the embroidered image.
"What? Why I like Turians?" I confirmed.
"Why like Turians?" he repeated back to me.
"Well, I think all of you look really cool. I like the teeth and claws. That makes you dangerous," I gave him a flirtatious look.
"The career soldier likes dangerous men?" he laughed.
"Is that so hard to believe?"
"I should have guessed," he alluded to my predictability.
"You Turians have so much going on. You make humans seem dull," I smiled.
"You're anything, but dull," he tilted my chin up into a kiss. People stared as they walked by, intrigued by our differences. "Are you ready to go watch Blasto?" he sounded a little more psyched up.
"Let's go!" I was ecstatic. He brought me to a movie theater down in the Wards. We filed into a dark room where the movie would take place and sat down with our concessions. Garrus ate his popcorn to get through the advertisements. The movie started up with an organization of Vorcha moving illegal goods. Blasto burst in with his guns on the smugglers and I got excited.
"Are these ones feeling fortunate?" Blasto said his line.
"Did you see that? That was a famous Clint Eastwood line. Do you feel lucky, punk?" I did a bad impression of an old grizzled man.
"I'm going to run to the bathroom. I might shoot myself while I'm in there," he left me alone with his popcorn. I snacked on my own popcorn and sipped my drink as I attentively watched the movie. Blasto upset a Krogan agent who had been working on the case undercover because he blew his operation. It was around this time when I thought Garrus had come back. I could sense someone near me, but I didn't bother to look.
"You missed it. It was an-" before I could finish reciting the scene I had been gagged and bagged from behind. I tried to scream, but the rope was too thick. I wanted to kick their ass, but they held my arms behind my back. I squirmed and flailed as much as I could to buy more time so Garrus could find me.
"Quit your squirming!" my assailant knocked my ass out with the butt of his rifle and loaded me into the trunk of his car.
Garrus came back to the spot where he thought we were seated. "Belial? Belial, where are you?" he called out. The people seated in the next row hushed him "Sorry," he apologized. When he looked down he saw my sun hat on the chair next to mine. Our food and drinks spilled all over the floor. "Damn! I should have stayed," he touched the interface on his visor. Footprints lit up on the floor where we had been sitting. Old ones were fading out. The freshest set were mine and his. As he observed my prints he noticed signs of dragging over the chair.
"Bastard grabbed her from behind. She was watching the movie so she wouldn't have noticed," he moved into the isle to observe the row behind us. All rows behind us were empty. He searched the floor for prints. "Turian. A few of them. They must not like Humans very much," he followed my dragging prints, accompanied by Turian prints. They took him outside of the cinema to the parking lot. "They took a car. More difficult to track. I might be about to pick up the fuel emissions," he adjusted the settings on his visor to include fuel emissions. "There you are," he observed the trail the car left behind. He highlighted the specific trail so it showed up in a different color.
A bucket of water splashed my face, drenching and choking me. My face was uncovered. "Wake up!" a black Turian with white markings shouted with the bucket in his hands.
"You messed up her pretty hair," another touched my soaked strands of hair. I bit down my gag in anger, but they interpreted it as fear.
"You must be scared. You're surrounded by strangers, tied up in a chair. I have to say, your boyfriend; I thought he'd never leave. Now, I'm real happy he did. If we let this go on there's no telling what would happen. You don't seriously think your squishy little Human body can carry Turian young? You couldn't support it. It'd eat you from the inside, get sick, and die. You wouldn't want that?" he tried to pull off an ironically sensitive act while he held a gun in my face.
His ramblings sounded horrifying. I tried not to show anything. I looked away from him, but they were everywhere. All of them black with white markings. If they overwhelmed me I would be done for. I had to get free, maybe take the leader hostage. "Don't like it? It's the truth. You know our species isn't chemically compatible," he tore into my face with his claws to force me to look at him. I squealed behind my gag. He just heard a small sound of protest.
"Can we even mate with them? Do they have all the right parts?" one of them asked.
"I'd rape every human woman I saw," their words became disembodied voices bouncing back and forth around the room. The one in front of me who seemed to be the brains behind this had already scarred up my face. I dreaded to think what they were capable of.
"They can't have sex with Turians. Look at her. She tears up like paper."
"I want to cut her. What's under your dress, sweetie?" clawed hands caught the corners of my dress. I screamed into my gag and flailed.
"Put something sharp inside of her."
"Stop it. Can't you see, you're scaring her," the Turian in front of me pretended to be sympathetic. "Turians aren't as great as you thought, right? I want to hear what you have to say," he untied my gag.
"Get the hell away from me!" I stared them down.
"That's alright. Give her some space," he ordered his guys to stand down. "I can control them, but I don't know for how long. I need you to make me a promise," he was in no place to be asking me for favors.
"Go to Hell! I'm not making you any promises," I told him to go fuck himself.
"Just don't see the Turian anymore. That's all I'm asking," he insisted.
"What's it to you? It's our lives," I challenged his views.
"It's appalling how selfish your race is. You don't think about the repercussions of anything you do. Have you considered what you'll be doing to his family? You'd end his line and bring shame on his family. If they find out they'll likely disown him. You would bring all of that on him just to satisfy your sexual curiosity about us?"
"I didn't know interspecies relationships were so taboo in your culture," he was starting to make me question the weight I had put on Garrus' shoulders.
"Only if young can't be produced. Even then, a Turian pure-blood is preferred. We're far superior in battle," he boasted.
"Say that to my face when I'm not tied in a chair," I challenged him. He backhanded me across the face.
"I can see now that you won't take the safest route out of this. That's a shame. The other option is killing your boyfriend and torching your parts," he threatened me.
"Torching my?" I knew what I heard, but I wanted to confirm it.
"Get the torch," he snapped his fingers. One of his lackeys brought him a blow torch.
"No, wait!" my eyes went wide.
"Since you won't listen to reason your lady parts will be burned. You'll never prey on our kind again. Your lover will be killed and spared the shame of falling off the right path once more," he brought the blow torch dangerously close to me.
"He'll be here. I'd hate to be you when he finds me," I taunted him.
"He's not coming for you. I already sent people to kill him," he claimed.
"Yeah right. He wouldn't go down to a bunch of thugs like you," I laughed.
"We'll see whose laughing when your skin is burning off," he lifted my dress, holding the blow torch with his other hand. The heat from the torch touched my thighs. I almost screamed when I heard the loud crackle of a rifle from long range. I could hear the bullet rip through the air and crack the skull of one of the lackeys. "He's in the vents! Find him!" another went down.
"Over there!" he pointed at the area of the vent he thought Garrus was in and signaled his guys to fire. Another one dropped. "Don't just stand there! Find the bastard!" One after another until no one was left, but him. "I'll kill her if you don't leave now," he placed his gun to my head.
Garrus killed the lights. My assailant made the mistake of taking his gun off of me. He instead, left me completely. He flailed with his gun, pointing it in every direction. He heard a sound and fired out of paranoia. "Quit being a little bitch and show yourself! Face the consequences of your actions!" Garrus dropped in behind him. He grabbed his gun out of his hand and punched him in the face. He slammed his face into the wall.
"The only reason I haven't killed you yet is because I want to know what the hell you were thinking. What do you have against humans?" Garrus growled.
"See how fragile she is," he looked at the scratches on my face.
"Yeah? I'm about to demonstrate how sensitive Turians can be. See this spot here, Belial?" Garrus grabbed on to his throat. "Is it just you in this gang or do you work for someone?" he tightened his grip.
"She has ruined your life. Your legacy dies with her."
"Yeah, well your days of torturing and murdering people are over," Garrus ripped out his throat and left him on the floor. He rushed over to me. "I know sorry doesn't cut it," he untied me. "More guards are on the way. I created quite the stir, getting in here."
"Did you bring an extra gun?" I asked him.
"I always bring an auto rifle," he handed me his. "Looks like the guy over there had a flamethrower if you want to get really personal," he tipped me off.
"I'd love to," I equipped the flamethrower. Someone started banging on the door.
"Here they come," Garrus took cover behind a couch. The reinforcements burst into the room and I lit them up with my little surprise. I set them all ablaze. Garrus picked off the guys heading down the hall. They screamed as they went up in flames. "That looks like everyone. Come on, let's get down this hall before more arrive," he suggested.
"Thanks for coming through when you did. I knew you would," I thanked him before taking point in the hallway.
"All these people trying to keep us apart kind of makes me want to get closer to you out of spite," he fell back and offered me cover fire.
"Can't get much closer than having your dick inside of me," I teased him.
"You know what I mean. I was thinking I might visit Earth someday. Where should I go?" he carried on with me down the hall.
"That depends on what you want to do. In my hometown everyone likes to go camping along the river."
"You like camping?"
"Yeah, I'll have to take you canoeing sometime. You could meet my family. They're a friendly bunch."
"You sure I'd be welcome there?" he sounded uncertain.
"Of course you would," I reassured him. I stopped to check inside a room. "More enemies. You wanna get them stirred up so they come this way?" I coordinated with Garrus. He picked a couple of guys off, deliberately giving away his position. He fell back behind me and I lit everyone up who came through. Garrus peeked around to take out a sniper. We wondered around through the building, trying to find a way to the car Garrus brought, leaving flames and carnage everywhere we went.
We ended up in a storage room, I torched three guys on the floor. Garrus looked up from the console he was checking to find me standing there in my sundress among flames. "Damn. It takes a special kind of person to have a stomach for burning people alive."
"I think that's everyone. If there were anymore they'd be here already," I relaxed.
"You know, I never did get you out of that dress," he gave me a flirtatious look.
"What's keeping you?" I taunted.
"Standing there like that in the flames you look like a little harbinger of death," he looked me over with intense eyes.
"You're all talk," I called him out. He walked over and pulled my waist toward him.
"You can't take me," he pinned me against the wall. After all the bullshit I had been through it was nice to be assaulted by someone I actually liked. He tilted my jaw up. "I'll conquer you," he whispered in my ear.
"Ah!" I moaned as he licked the inside of my ear. "Mm," I hummed pleasantly, pushing my body against his. He traced his hand down my neck and shoulders. I squirmed under his grasp. I felt so ready for him I could die. He brought his hand up from my knee. Mischievous claws traced up my thigh. He teased a single claw over my crotch before pulling down my underwear.
He crouched down and disappeared under my dress. My heart started racing. I could feel his warm breath reach me. He licked my slit and scooped me up on his shoulders. He stood with me against the wall. "Uh, Garrus! You're a freak," I held on to his fringe. My hips shook. His tongue was so far inside me. "Ah!" I screamed, I was so overwhelmed. "That feels so good," I moaned. My insides hugged his tongue before I spilled out onto the floor. He didn't stop until he got me to come two more times. "Fuck me! Please fuck me!" I tossed my head back on my last one.
"Mm!" he sat me back down on my feet. "I like hearing you beg for it," he kissed me. His tongue entered my mouth and it tasted like me. Broken glass crackled under our shoes as we stepped around the burnt corpses. He dusted off a storage crate and sat me down on it. He looked fixated on something across the room. He left me for a moment and came back. "There's a camera over there. If there's any of these guys left I want them to see how Humans and Turians get down."
I laughed, "That'll piss them off." He hovered over me and I pulled him into a kiss. "Enough talk. Get your dick out," I demanded. He pulled my hair to remind me who was in charge and kissed me hard. He stood up from me. When he came back I could feel his warm, stiff cock between my thighs.
"You ready for it," he smacked his tip against my clit.
"Give it to me, Garrus," I pulled him into a kiss. He slowly pushed it inside me. He glided all the way against my cervix. He bent my legs back and thrust into me. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" I didn't hold back my screams of joy as he tore me apart. "Uh! I can feel my whole body shaking," I reached for him and he held my hand. "Uh! Harder! Fuck me like you want to break me!" I tossed my head back in ecstasy.
He obliged, slamming into me so hard. My bones rang with pleasure. It wasn't enough that he was drilling into me. I had to slam my hips back into his. "Come for me, Belial," he commanded.
"Uh!" my body became tense.
"There you go," he spoke softly to me as he held the back of my head. He rammed hard into me until I came. He let my legs down and pulled me closer to him. He leaned in to kiss me. I held onto the back of his head, keeping him close to me. He lifted me up into a sitting position and started moving his hips again. My calves linked around his grieves.
"I like it this way," I looked into his eyes.
"Yeah, me too," he agreed.
"Doesn't it make everything we've been through worth it?" I held on to his shoulders, bringing him closer.
"There was a part of today where I didn't know if I'd get another opportunity to be with you like this. That thought terrified me. I shouldn't have left you," he touched my bruised cheek.
"I bet it felt good killing him," I gave him a lewd look.
"Damn, it felt so good, but you feel better," he kissed me as he started moving his hips.
"You'll kill anyone for me?" I moaned as he kissed down my neck.
"Anyone, just say the word," he squeezed my breast.
"Ah!" I nuzzled the top of his head. "Right there!" I held his nape as he found all of my spots. I wrapped my arms around his neck. He held my hips close to his. "Uh!" I tossed my head back as my entire body tingled.
"Look at me," he took control of my chin. He brought me face to face with him. His intense eyes stared directly into mine.
"Oh, Garrus. You feel so good inside me," I gasped.
"That's it. Just like that," he held on to my hair. "I want to see the look on your face when I give you the best damn orgasm you've ever had," he started moving more vigorously.
"I can feel it. I'm getting so close," I whined.
"Oh, I can tell you want to. I've never seen such desire in your eyes. You're gonna squeeze me real tight when you do it too, right?" he ran his claws down my scalp.
"Yeah!" I moaned.
"Come for me, Belial. It'll make me so happy. You want to make me happy, don't you?"
"Uh! Yeah!" I moaned, pushing myself into his thrusts.
"Yeah?" he gasped.
"Mm, yeah! Anything for you, Garrus," I pressed my hips down against his.
"Oh, yeah! Here it comes," he groaned as my pussy clamped down on his dick.
"Aha! Ah!" I held him tight as I came hard for him. I panted to catch my breath. "You make me feel so good," I kissed him.
After we finished Garrus looked around the room for an exit to the parking lot. "You're going to get a kick out of this," he called to me as I finished sliding my panties back on.
"Did you find it?" I called back.
"The exit was right here behind this stack of crates. The way they have it organized in here, it's like a damn maze," I followed his voice over to where he was.
"Thank goodness. I'm ready to get out of this soaked dress," I sighed with relief.
"I know sorry can't cut it. I never should have left you alone like that," he worked on bypassing the door's security.
"Would you have had me come to the bathroom with you?"
"Now that would have been better than watching Blasto. I could have waited or we could have went before the movie started. I knew there was a gang of Turians heckling tourists. I had no idea it went as far as kidnap, murder, and mutilation. I'll make sure C-Sec knows what's going on here. With any luck we've disrupted their operations at least a little," the door unlocked. "There we are." The door slid open for us.
"I don't like killing Turians," I followed him out into the parking lot.
"Really? I don't mind it. I'll kill any bad bastard. I don't care who they are." I listened attentively as we made our way to the car. "That sort of thinking will get you killed. If you can't separate your admiration for us from your duty. Maybe I shouldn't talk to my Commanding Officer that way," he furrowed his brow at me.
"I don't care. You can speak freely when we're alone," I reassured him.
"You did fine. I'm not saying you'd compromise the mission. I'm more worried about your safety. There's no shortage of Turians and they wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger if it was you in their sights," he explained sensibly.
"Could be something I need to work on," I agreed.
"I'll keep an eye out. If I think you're hesitating I'll let you know," he stopped in front of the car he rented.
"I guess our date is over. Is that my hat in the back seat?" my mood elevated.
"Yeah. I made sure I grabbed everything," he climbed into the driver's seat.
"Thank you," I climbed into the front with him. "My hero," I gushed, wrapping around his arm.
"I think we had a pretty fun day," he pulled the car out of its spot and headed for the Docking Bay. "Got to enjoy the Presidium, cleared a gang hideout, made love in a battle zone," he sounded amused.
"The flames were a nice touch," I laid my head on his shoulder.
"Heh, I surprised you when I picked you up," he laughed.
"Oh my," my face flushed.
"Look at you blush. I got in there pretty deep, didn't I?" he picked at me.
"I didn't realize how strong you were, or how devious you are," I pushed away from him.
"How good did it feel?" I couldn't tell if he was joking or he really wanted to know. I bit my lip and gave him a seductive glance. "That good, huh?" he patted himself on the back.
"I won't forget anytime soon," I looked out my window. I dreaded the day ending. I didn't want the ride to end, but the Docking Bay was in sight.
"There's no telling when we'll get another chance. I wanted to give you something nice to think about, dream about. Think I'll be more productive knowing a pretty girl is thinking about me," he pulled into the Docking Bay. He reached for my hand. We held each other there for a moment. He looked at me and smiled. I couldn't help, but smile back. He let me go when he climbed out of the car. When I joined him on the dock he was admiring the Normandy. "This ship is perfect for you. It shows what Turians and Humans are capable of when we work together. I'm glad we met, Belial. I'm happy to be a part of this," he leaned over the rail.
"I'm glad to have you," I led the way onto the bridge. The ship V.I announced my arrival and relieved Navigator Pressly.
"Commander aboard, looking like Hell in a sundress," Joker roasted me. "What happened to you?" he asked.
"It's a long story," I dodged his question. Garrus walked me to Sick Bay.
"There's our stragglers," Dr. Chakwas welcomed us. "What the hell happened to you?" she noticed my face. She glared at Garrus suspiciously.
"I know how it looks Doctor, but it wasn't me this time," he explained.
"Enlighten me," she escorted me to an exam table.
"We had a run-in with Turian extremists," he continued.
"I would have been in big trouble were it not for Garrus," I admitted.
"What on Earth did they want with you? Did they just beat you up on the street?" Chakwas asked.
"They didn't want me together with Garrus. They kidnapped me. Garrus just went to the bathroom. We didn't expect anything to happen. They threatened to kill Garrus and mutilate me if I didn't brake it off. They would have caught me on fire had Garrus not shown up. I've never been so scared in my life. For a moment I thought they were going to rape me. I was tied to a chair. I couldn't do anything," I was slipping back into how I felt when I was tied in that chair.
"Everything is going to be fine now. Did you need anything, Garrus?" she asked.
"No, I just wanted to make sure she's alright. I can step out if you need some privacy," he offered.
"Please," she took him up on his offer.
"I'll be returning to my duties, ma'am. Let me know if you need anything," he spoke formally to me.
"Thank you," I smiled. He took a last look and left me alone with the doctor.
"Now, tell me what happened," she soaked a cotton ball with antiseptic. My wounds tingled as she dabbed me with the soaked cotton.
"They said such horrible things to me. A few of them wanted to rape me with something sharp. When they started grabbing at my dress I thought they were going to do it. The leader was the worst. He held them back, but he told me these disgusting things," tears escaped down my cheek.
"It's alright, Commander. Take your time," she handed me a tissue.
"He said I couldn't carry a Turian baby. It'd eat me alive," I cried. "I hate to think that's true. I don't want more things working against me liking them. Maybe I want to try for a baby someday.
"That's the beautiful thing about medical science. We won't never know if you don't try. Even if your assailant was right it would take time for such developments to occur. We would see any negative changes. If I saw anything was amiss I'd be able to take countermeasures. I wouldn't wait for your life to be in danger," she reassured me.
"He said that Garrus' family would disown him. He made me feel so bad. What if that's true? Am I really ruining his relationship with his family? That's not at all what I want. None of this is what I wanted," I cried.
"If you continue to pursue a relationship with him you'll eventually have to talk about his family. Only Garrus can decide whether or not he thinks being with a human is acceptable. He doesn't strike me as the kind of man to let his family hold him back," she thought about the conversation she had with Garrus, the weight he tried to carry by himself. "There, there. Nobody said it'd be easy. Normal relationships are difficult as it is," she comforted me. She applied a healing agent over my sore areas. "Who knows. Maybe your deeds out here will change the Turians' minds about humans," she encouraged.
"You think so?" I asked her.
"I think if anyone can bring our races closer it's you, Commander. That should do the trick. You're free to go. I'll see you in the morning for your next treatment," she discharged me.
"Thank you Doctor. That was eating at me. I didn't want to say anything in front of Garrus," I jumped down from my table.
"You can repay me by taking it easy for the rest of the evening," she persuaded me.
"Yes ma'am. I just have to supervise stations before we head out," I reassured her.
"Very good, Commander."
"Thanks again," I headed for the door.
"Anytime," she obliged.
I went to my quarters and took a quick shower to get the grime of that place off of me. I dried my hair and pulled it up into a ponytail. I changed into my Alliance uniform and went back out into the Mess Hall.
"Doing well, Commander?" Kaiden checked in on me.
"Just fine. Thanks for asking. Anything to report Staff Lieutenant?" I asked him formally.
"No, ma'am. Everything is running normally. We're ready to leave the Citadel whenever you are."
"Carry on," I left him to it. I got in the elevator and headed down to the Cargo Bay. I approached Ashley. "Chef Williams," I greeted her.
"Commander," she acknowledged.
"How are our weapons looking?" I asked.
"Weapons are ready to go online whenever we need them. Hopefully there won't be any ship battles tonight," she joked.
"I could use the peace and quiet," I agreed.
"I'm glad you're doing better, Commander. Shelby in Navigation said you curled your hair and went out to the Citadel in a sundress. What was the occasion?" she smiled suspiciously at me.
"Oh, you know," I tried to brush it off.
"If I didn't know any better I'd guess you were seeing someone. Who is it?" she gave me a teasing look.
"I just felt like it. I have an iron. Sometimes I use it," I kept my guard.
"You seriously expect me to believe that you went running errands by yourself in a sundress and didn't even invite me?" she looked offended.
"We can go together the next time we dock," I attempted to defuse the situation.
"Uh huh, and if there is a boy I'll find out about it," she threatened.
"As you were Chief," I ended the conversation.
"Ma'am," she addressed me begrudgingly. Making my way around Cargo Bay, Wrex looked like he was blowing off some steam on a punching anchor.
"Everything alright, Wrex?" I watched as he wailed on the anchor each time it came back.
"I don't like Garrus. He's a Turian, that's all the reason I need. He always acts all buddy, buddy. I hardly know the guy. A Turian, thinking he knows anything about me is frustrating," he stopped to vent.
"Garrus is a good guy. You should give him a chance," I stood up for him.
"You don't know what they did to my people, Shepard. They created the genophage and made us sterile. One in a thousand born make it. The women suffer the worst of it. They didn't do anything to deserve that. Now they feel useless because they can't perform they're most basic of biological functions. I hate every last Turian for what they've done. I'd skin every last one and wear them as a hat.
"So a few powerful Turians made some bad decisions. What they did is horrible. I can't express enough how sorry I am for your people. They were bad people. Saren is a bad guy. Garrus isn't like that at all. You should get to know him. He has a great since of humor," I attempted to reason with him.
"Hm," he pondered for a moment. He looked from me, to Garrus by the Mako, and back to me. "I guess if you trust him. Turians slighted your people recently. Still you're willing to set aside your differences."
"A lot of lives were lost, but I understand that the First Contact War was a misunderstanding. I'm eager to get to know all of you and learn more about your culture," I enthused.
"The Krogan are a race of warriors. We find sport in killing and torturing. Anything to sooth our violent tendencies. This bag is pretty fun to hit. I'll give it as much punishment as it can take," he sounded invigorated.
"You do that," I encouraged a positive outlet for his violence. I caught Garrus looking over at me from the Mako. I joined him by the Mako.
"He keeps looking over here like he wants to kill me," he sounded irritated.
"I had a talk with him. He's not going to bother you," I reassured him.
"Commander Shepard, the Krogan whisperer," he dubbed me.
"Very funny," I brushed him off.
"You look better. How are you feeling?" he checked on me.
"I'm fine," I was more worried about him, and the effect I might've had on his relationship with his family.
"I'm glad to hear it. You just checking status before taking off?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"Any idea where we're going?"
"Noveria is closer. So I was thinking we'd head there first," I tried to think logically.
"Oh, the frozen planet," he looked miserable.
"Something wrong?" I asked.
"No. I'll go wherever you go. Got anything else on your mind?" he asked.
"I ordered new armor for the crew. There should be a package for you with the requisition officer," it felt me with pride, knowing he'd be well protected.
"New armor? You aren't trying to buy my affection?" he whispered with a playful look on his face.
"I'd hate for you to get hurt. The least I can do is make sure you're fitted with good equipment," I looked at him with starry eyes.
"I don't know what to say. Thanks for looking out for me," he smiled.
"It's good quality. I hope you like the color."
"I'm sure I will," he reassured me.
"I'm headed to Engineering now. Do you need anything?" I asked.
"No. You've done enough," he declined.
"I'll see you around?" I gave him a hopeful look.
"Maybe we'll see each other in the Mess Hall," he suggested.
"Have a good evening," I bid him farewell.
"Goodnight. Don't forget what I did to you," he slyly followed up.
"I won't," I laughed as I made my way to Engineering. When I got down there Chef Engineer Adams was pouring over his console. "Adams," I addressed him.
"Commander," he gave me his undivided attention.
"How is everything going down here?" I checked in.
Nothing to report, ma'am. Readings from the drive core, and all other systems are operational. At optimal speed thanks to a few adjustments Miss Tali Zorah made," he gave me a run-down.
I had a feeling she'd come in handy," I was pleased to hear they were getting along.
"What's that, Commander?" Tali joined the conversation.
"Adams was just telling me you were a good fit," I praised her.
"Your ship is amazing. I can't believe it houses a drive core this size," she enthused.
"You like ships?" I pressed.
"A Quarian's home is on their ship. I grew up, fixing things all of the time. Never on a ship this nice, of course. Our ships are all comprised of repurposed parts. Some of our ships date back to when we first left the home world," she elaborated.
"I can't believe you still use ships over three hundred years old," I expressed my awe.
"You might be surprised how well they still work," she insisted.
"You know, I grew up on ships myself," I mentioned.
"Really?" she was intrigued.
"Every summer we'd visit our family on Earth. Space has always been my home. Sometimes I forget how beautiful surfaces can be," I waxed nostalgic.
"Being away from home has certainly been an experience. I hope to continue to explore new, interesting places," she reflected on her pilgrimage thus far.
"You have everything you need to be comfortable?" I asked her.
"I'd like to spend more time getting to know everyone in Engineering and getting familiar with the core algorithms. If that's alright. I promise I'll rest once I start getting weary. I'm just wired right now," she requested I let her stay.
"By all means, carry on," I left her to her algorithms and new friends. I finally made my way back to Navigation to let Pressly know our heading.
"Commander Shepard. Glad to have you back, ma'am," Pressly greeted me. "Do we have our heading?"
"I'd like to undock from the Citadel and head for Noveria. I'm going to get some sleep before we arrive. I'll let you know when to head into orbit," I gave him his orders.
"Yes, ma'am. I'll see to it. You have a good rest, Commander."
"Thank you, Pressly. I just checked all staff. Everyone is good. There shouldn't be any problems," I reassured him. I headed back to my quarters and turned on my voice log.
Commander's personal log, Supplemental.
"It really was an eventful day. I got to spend most of it with Garrus. We attracted a lot of attention. I guess we're an unlikely pair, or so I'm constantly reminded. I enjoyed seeing the Presidium with him. We got a couple books at the bookstore.
Then I got kidnapped by a gang of Turian terrorists. Didn't see that coming. They really didn't want me seeing Garrus. They acted like humans were a blight on their race. They were terrifying. There were so many of them. They were everywhere, all disembodied voices. They wanted so desperately to hurt me. Just when I thought I was done for Garrus came to my rescue. Together, we cleared the whole place out. Never before have I felt so driven. It felt like we gave each other something worth fighting for. He really wanted to protect me and I him. I can't imagine it being any other way.
We got lost, trying to find a way out. Found a way to entertain ourselves. I never would have thought that a battle zone could be so erotic. There's just something about fucking around a bunch of guys you killed together. I'm finding out a lot of interesting things about myself. I just hope the cost doesn't end up being too high. It's been hell for me right from the start, trying to get this whole thing to work. We'll see what happens. We have a mission to do and we'll be spending a lot of time together on it. That concludes this personal log. Shepard out."
I changed into a nightgown. I combed out my hair, and brushed my teeth. I climbed into my covers and got comfortable. I stared at the ceiling before finally closing my eyes. When I shut my eyes to enjoy the quiet I thought about all of the freaky shit Garrus did to me. Didn't look like I'd be going to sleep right away.