Re: If At First You Don't Succeed...
anonymous
August 12 2011, 04:33:40 UTC
The sensations were indescribable, but rapidly piled up inside her and soon ‘not enough’ because ‘too much’ and a familiar tension sprang up in her muscles as she struggled against the pleasure strumming through her body. The battle was brief, but pitched and when Jane came back to herself she was straddling Garrus’s thighs with her arms thrown around him and his free hand cradling her backside. She went limp against him, both winded and somehow confused.
“Are you all right?” Garrus smooth a lock of sweat-damp hair out of her face. “You were close, but then you started fighting it. Was something wrong?”
“I…” Jane blinked, still feeling hazy and inexplicably bereft. “I was?”
Garrus inhaled and let it out slowly. “I think I’m seeing the problem.” He murmured and pushed her back down onto the bed. This time he stood up and took of the last of his armor. It struck a primal chord of pleasure deep inside Jane to see him emerge from his armor fully erect, dark blue, and unplated -to know he’d been just as affected by their foreplay as she was. “Lean back for me, sweetheart. We’re going to try this again. This time, I want you to focus on relaxing no matter what. Trust that I’m taking you somewhere good and let go.”
She understood what he was saying in theory, but in practice it was difficult to forcibly relax herself. Jane was built for tension. She functioned best under eustress and it took a lot of pressure to push over the border into distress. Still, she’d basically agreed (albeit not outloud) to let Garrus take the reins of this sexual encounter and like a good lover she was trying. The idea of pure submission had a certain intoxicating lure, but it was hard.
“I read some new things about your biology.” Garrus remarked, seemingly innocent as he guided his member to her entrance. “It was about where human females have nerve endings and where they don’t. Funnily enough, they all seem to be here…” He rubbed the head of his penis against the region she’d asked him to rub his calluses against, “… and here…” he shifted himself lower and pushed into her slick passageway just a little, only an inch or so. “… but no deeper.” Jane gasped as he deliberately swirled the tip of his cock around insider her, stretching and stimulating her all in one place.
It was hell not being able to touch him, to hold on, but the restraint added something to the entire experience that elevated it from ‘mildly stimulating’ to ‘Holy FUCK!’ Jane twined her fingers into the sheets above her head just to have something to hold onto as she writhed beneath Garrus’s onslaught. All the meanwhile he ran his hands all over her body, seeking out the places where her tension began and stroking them smooth. He murmured soft filthy nothings into her ear as he moved in and out of her passage, going just a little deeper each time, and deliberately doing everything in his power to drive her completely wild.
This time she managed to ride the waves of pleasure that rippled through her and little by little she lost conscious control of her body. She bucked against Garrus, grinding her clit up against the plates at the base of his cock, urging him deeper, begging … no, pleading for more. A new wholly unfamiliar sensation started to build in uncomfortably close proximity to her bladder. All her senses shrieked at her that something was about to happen, but she wasn’t entirely sure it was the thing she’d been going for.
“G-garrus, slow down… I, I think I’m going to…” She gasped as the sensation increased. “I can’t!”
Re: If At First You Don't Succeed...
anonymous
August 12 2011, 04:35:54 UTC
“You can.” He groaned. “Whatever it is your body wants to do, just let it happen. It’s me, love. Let go.”
Then it hit like miniature timed explosions igniting down her spine one after the other. Liquid heat flooded her veins and washed away whatever coherent thought she had left. Jane had a vague notion of screaming Garrus’s name before a dark tide washed over her and dragged her into blissful oblivion.
She came to (Seconds? Minutes? Hours?) later curled up against Garrus’s side, head pillowed on his shoulder, and wrapped up in a sheet. Garrus was lying on his back for once with his knees bent up to accommodate his spurs.
“You finally came to. I was starting to wonder if I’d have to call Medbay.” He chuckled.
“Mmmm…” Jane felt like her bones were made out of pudding and she was somewhat disinclined to talk, but that deserved a reply. “Lucky you. Now you don’t have to explain to Dr. Chakwas exactly what it was you were doing that broke your Commander.”
“I almost hope someone does ask.” Garrus mused. “I feel like I should brag about this. I’ve never made a woman to literally black out before. I win at everything forever.”
Jane elbowed him sleepily. “No bragging.” She broke on a yawn. “Oh, damn, no wonder men always want a nap after this. I don’t think I have a tense muscle in my entire body. Damn, ten years of sexual activity and when I finally have an orgasm, it’s with a Turian. Does this mean that I’m the one with the alien fetish?”
Garrus snorted. “It does not.”
“Well, what does it mean, O Great Sage of Sexual Wisdom?” Jane elbowed him lightly and laughed as he pulled her onto him, positioning him so she straddled his hips.
“It means in ten years a lot of men all dropped the same ball and completely failed to notice the fact that you operate under a kiloton of pressure at all times and that perhaps you might not be able to have fun in bed unless someone took the load off for you. That includes me.” He told her somewhat more seriously. “I’m sorry, Jane, I’d guessed that you had trouble cutting loose, but I didn’t pay close enough attention to realize just how bad it was. Maybe if I’d been looking more closely we’d have figured this out sooner.”
Put like that, it seemed like a blazingly obvious answer to Jane as well… but it was a solution that had never occurred to her. “Garrus, don’t do that. You picked up on the solution to a problem even I didn’t understand. I always just sort of assumed there was… well, something wrong with me.” She ran her hands up and down along the ridge on his chest were a human solar plexus would have been. He found it soothing for reasons that didn’t quite make sense to Jane, but she was still willing to exploit it. “It took you two tries once you knew. I was with a few men who didn’t manage it after a couple of months. I think you still win out.”
“Good to know.” He paused and gave her a feral little grin. “So, that’s one human sex myth debunked. Want to see if we’re two for two?”
Jane blinked. “What other sex myths are there?” She asked warily.
“Well, there are a few I have my eye on.” He growled. “How about multiple orgasms this time?”
Much later, it occurred to Jane that she had inadvertently created a monster… but only much, much later.
Re: If At First You Don't Succeed...
anonymous
August 12 2011, 04:37:54 UTC
Authoranon’s note: Femshep has control issues! Raise your hand if you’re surprised.
I borrowed a lot of Femshep’s hang-ups from conversations I’ve had with friends. There seems to be a ridiculous amount of pressure placed on a woman to be moved to fits of pornographic ecstasy if a guy so much as dangles his winky at her and it really annoys me. Almost every woman I’ve talked to who has trouble getting off always feels that there’s something secretly wrong with her, which is complete bullcrap as far as I’m concerned.
Mind you, the message of this fic is not that a woman’s orgasm rest solely on the prowess and/or observation skills of her partner (mind you, the observation skills HELP). I don’t believe that anymore than I believe in that ‘a woman is responsible for her own orgasm’ nonsense. People are different and need different things. Some women can do it on their own, some women need a partner. Some women need a partner, but it has to be the RIGHT partner. It really varies. The important thing is to keep trying until something (or someone!) works.
I recently stumbled into the MassEffect fandom and found myself with a severe craving for fanfic. I've been reading a LOT on Masskink and I wanted to finally do a fill in order to give back.
Re: If At First You Don't Succeed...
anonymous
August 12 2011, 10:28:18 UTC
This was awesome, really mature and SO GODDAMN HOT I DIED. Wonderfully written, and Garrus dirty-talking... Holy God. I think both my ovaries blew up.
And also, I love the way you write out the problem, it was a wonderfull read, especially after all of the "garrus waves his winky in front of Shep and she orgasms like never before" that plague fanfiction everywhere.
lol OP again
anonymous
August 13 2011, 03:52:35 UTC
Ilu. I totally agree with you on your sentiments, and yes, I am one of those girlies who feel a bit hopeless about being able to come, much less with a partner. -__-
Re: If At First You Don't Succeed...
anonymous
August 14 2011, 19:18:00 UTC
Thank you. Others posting comments already covered this idea... but being similar to femShep as she was in this well-written moving story myself... I too hope that there is a Garrus out there somewhere for me. This story is so well-done and so gentle with femShep's difficulty rather than putting it all on her. Garrus is wonderfully funny and determined in the best possible way. I like the hot 'n' heavy moments of much Garrus fic- but this one really was personal and moving.
Re: If At First You Don't Succeed...
anonymous
August 12 2011, 04:52:31 UTC
Now that was a refreshing read.
A sensible, mature way of discussing and dealing with a problem, a lot of underlying emotion without being sappy or dramatic in a bad way, and on the whole a very realistic piece.
Oh, and hot, too. Did I mention hot.
Plus, you managed to address one of my pet peeves about standard pr0n, too. (Slow down already, people. She's not a construction site, and he's not a jackhammer.)
I salute you. I really, really enjoyed this on several different levels.
Re: If At First You Don't Succeed...
anonymous
August 12 2011, 05:36:13 UTC
Wow, this... really resonated with me (since I have this problem). I can't really phrase it better than what that first anon said there above me, but wow.... not only was it realistic, but it was really hot and sweet and it only proves just how perfect a lover Garrus would be.... and I can only hope and pray that somewhere out there there's a Garrus for me!
Really, really amazing read... definitely saving this for reading it again and again and again...
Re: If At First You Don't Succeed...
anonymous
August 12 2011, 18:02:40 UTC
Author!Anon here. I'm really glad people liked the fic. It's been a while since I've been able to crank out decent smut fic. Had a long dry spell there, but looks like I'm back in fic country.
I'm really kind of astounded by the positive response to the more um... educational parts of the fic. I was trying to keep it from getting too pedantic and I hope I succeeded, but it is a subject that strikes home for me too which is why I ended up picking that prompt even though it's close to a year old.
“Are you all right?” Garrus smooth a lock of sweat-damp hair out of her face. “You were close, but then you started fighting it. Was something wrong?”
“I…” Jane blinked, still feeling hazy and inexplicably bereft. “I was?”
Garrus inhaled and let it out slowly. “I think I’m seeing the problem.” He murmured and pushed her back down onto the bed. This time he stood up and took of the last of his armor. It struck a primal chord of pleasure deep inside Jane to see him emerge from his armor fully erect, dark blue, and unplated -to know he’d been just as affected by their foreplay as she was. “Lean back for me, sweetheart. We’re going to try this again. This time, I want you to focus on relaxing no matter what. Trust that I’m taking you somewhere good and let go.”
She understood what he was saying in theory, but in practice it was difficult to forcibly relax herself. Jane was built for tension. She functioned best under eustress and it took a lot of pressure to push over the border into distress. Still, she’d basically agreed (albeit not outloud) to let Garrus take the reins of this sexual encounter and like a good lover she was trying. The idea of pure submission had a certain intoxicating lure, but it was hard.
“I read some new things about your biology.” Garrus remarked, seemingly innocent as he guided his member to her entrance. “It was about where human females have nerve endings and where they don’t. Funnily enough, they all seem to be here…” He rubbed the head of his penis against the region she’d asked him to rub his calluses against, “… and here…” he shifted himself lower and pushed into her slick passageway just a little, only an inch or so. “… but no deeper.” Jane gasped as he deliberately swirled the tip of his cock around insider her, stretching and stimulating her all in one place.
It was hell not being able to touch him, to hold on, but the restraint added something to the entire experience that elevated it from ‘mildly stimulating’ to ‘Holy FUCK!’ Jane twined her fingers into the sheets above her head just to have something to hold onto as she writhed beneath Garrus’s onslaught. All the meanwhile he ran his hands all over her body, seeking out the places where her tension began and stroking them smooth. He murmured soft filthy nothings into her ear as he moved in and out of her passage, going just a little deeper each time, and deliberately doing everything in his power to drive her completely wild.
This time she managed to ride the waves of pleasure that rippled through her and little by little she lost conscious control of her body. She bucked against Garrus, grinding her clit up against the plates at the base of his cock, urging him deeper, begging … no, pleading for more. A new wholly unfamiliar sensation started to build in uncomfortably close proximity to her bladder. All her senses shrieked at her that something was about to happen, but she wasn’t entirely sure it was the thing she’d been going for.
“G-garrus, slow down… I, I think I’m going to…” She gasped as the sensation increased. “I can’t!”
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Then it hit like miniature timed explosions igniting down her spine one after the other. Liquid heat flooded her veins and washed away whatever coherent thought she had left. Jane had a vague notion of screaming Garrus’s name before a dark tide washed over her and dragged her into blissful oblivion.
She came to (Seconds? Minutes? Hours?) later curled up against Garrus’s side, head pillowed on his shoulder, and wrapped up in a sheet. Garrus was lying on his back for once with his knees bent up to accommodate his spurs.
“You finally came to. I was starting to wonder if I’d have to call Medbay.” He chuckled.
“Mmmm…” Jane felt like her bones were made out of pudding and she was somewhat disinclined to talk, but that deserved a reply. “Lucky you. Now you don’t have to explain to Dr. Chakwas exactly what it was you were doing that broke your Commander.”
“I almost hope someone does ask.” Garrus mused. “I feel like I should brag about this. I’ve never made a woman to literally black out before. I win at everything forever.”
Jane elbowed him sleepily. “No bragging.” She broke on a yawn. “Oh, damn, no wonder men always want a nap after this. I don’t think I have a tense muscle in my entire body. Damn, ten years of sexual activity and when I finally have an orgasm, it’s with a Turian. Does this mean that I’m the one with the alien fetish?”
Garrus snorted. “It does not.”
“Well, what does it mean, O Great Sage of Sexual Wisdom?” Jane elbowed him lightly and laughed as he pulled her onto him, positioning him so she straddled his hips.
“It means in ten years a lot of men all dropped the same ball and completely failed to notice the fact that you operate under a kiloton of pressure at all times and that perhaps you might not be able to have fun in bed unless someone took the load off for you. That includes me.” He told her somewhat more seriously. “I’m sorry, Jane, I’d guessed that you had trouble cutting loose, but I didn’t pay close enough attention to realize just how bad it was. Maybe if I’d been looking more closely we’d have figured this out sooner.”
Put like that, it seemed like a blazingly obvious answer to Jane as well… but it was a solution that had never occurred to her. “Garrus, don’t do that. You picked up on the solution to a problem even I didn’t understand. I always just sort of assumed there was… well, something wrong with me.” She ran her hands up and down along the ridge on his chest were a human solar plexus would have been. He found it soothing for reasons that didn’t quite make sense to Jane, but she was still willing to exploit it. “It took you two tries once you knew. I was with a few men who didn’t manage it after a couple of months. I think you still win out.”
“Good to know.” He paused and gave her a feral little grin. “So, that’s one human sex myth debunked. Want to see if we’re two for two?”
Jane blinked. “What other sex myths are there?” She asked warily.
“Well, there are a few I have my eye on.” He growled. “How about multiple orgasms this time?”
Much later, it occurred to Jane that she had inadvertently created a monster… but only much, much later.
-Fin
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I borrowed a lot of Femshep’s hang-ups from conversations I’ve had with friends. There seems to be a ridiculous amount of pressure placed on a woman to be moved to fits of pornographic ecstasy if a guy so much as dangles his winky at her and it really annoys me. Almost every woman I’ve talked to who has trouble getting off always feels that there’s something secretly wrong with her, which is complete bullcrap as far as I’m concerned.
Mind you, the message of this fic is not that a woman’s orgasm rest solely on the prowess and/or observation skills of her partner (mind you, the observation skills HELP). I don’t believe that anymore than I believe in that ‘a woman is responsible for her own orgasm’ nonsense. People are different and need different things. Some women can do it on their own, some women need a partner. Some women need a partner, but it has to be the RIGHT partner. It really varies. The important thing is to keep trying until something (or someone!) works.
I recently stumbled into the MassEffect fandom and found myself with a severe craving for fanfic. I've been reading a LOT on Masskink and I wanted to finally do a fill in order to give back.
Thanks everybody!!!!
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Thank you AuthorAnon for the amazing story and your insightful PSA. The more you know!
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And also, I love the way you write out the problem, it was a wonderfull read, especially after all of the "garrus waves his winky in front of Shep and she orgasms like never before" that plague fanfiction everywhere.
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Oh and I think I speak for alot of people here when I say, Please write more!
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I will keep trying though! :D
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A sensible, mature way of discussing and dealing with a problem, a lot of underlying emotion without being sappy or dramatic in a bad way, and on the whole a very realistic piece.
Oh, and hot, too. Did I mention hot.
Plus, you managed to address one of my pet peeves about standard pr0n, too. (Slow down already, people. She's not a construction site, and he's not a jackhammer.)
I salute you. I really, really enjoyed this on several different levels.
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Really, really amazing read... definitely saving this for reading it again and again and again...
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I'm really kind of astounded by the positive response to the more um... educational parts of the fic. I was trying to keep it from getting too pedantic and I hope I succeeded, but it is a subject that strikes home for me too which is why I ended up picking that prompt even though it's close to a year old.
Thanks for all your great feedback!
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This...was perfect. Very awesome that you tackled a highly plausible 'reason' for Shep's inability to loosen up. Perhaps I should do the same .__.;
xD This was lovely and just what I was looking for. The humor put here and there was cute as well.
<3
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"I win at everything forever."
I LOLed so hard at this.
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