Re: Belonging 6/?
anonymous
December 7 2011, 03:21:30 UTC
Garrus found her sitting on the floor, staring into the glow of the drive core. She heard his familiar steps coming down the corridor after her.
“Tali?”
“I’m all right,” she said listlessly.
“I can tell you’re not.”
“I still can’t quite believe they exiled me.”
“Politics,” he said, his voice laced with bitterness. “It’s not about you. It’s about the geth and the homeworld and their own agendas.”
A moment passed. She said, “I can’t believe my father...” and her voice cracked.
Garrus dropped down beside her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, and that nearly broke her. She hated crying in the suit, how her faceplate fogged up before the moisture reclamation system started its work, how she couldn’t even wipe the tears off her cheeks, but she couldn’t help it now. She all but collapsed into him, letting him hold her up, sobbing until she had no tears left. He was out of armor for once, she realized, feeling the heat of his body through his shirt and her suit. “I thought one day he’d finally tell me he was proud of me.”
She felt his laugh rumbling through his chest, and liked it, even though it wasn’t a nice laugh. “For some people, nothing is ever good enough.” He went on, voice soft and dark, “They don’t see you. They see some vision of who they think you are, what they think you should want.”
She hugged him back, remembering how they’d talked about impossible fathers, once a long time ago, and rested her helmet against his shoulder. “I just don’t know what to do now. I can’t go back to the Flotilla. Quarians are unwelcome so many places, I don’t know where I’ll go.”
His arms tightened around her. “What are you talking about? You belong here.”
“Sure, for now,” she said. “But what about later? This mission isn’t going to last forever, and who knows what will happen afterward. I just--” she felt another sob rising in her throat, and choked on it “--I don’t know where I fit! Even if I weren’t exiled, I don’t know if I’d want to deal with Fleet politics any more, and outside the Fleet there are only a handful of people I really know and trust...”
“Tali, I don’t fit anywhere either. I haven’t been home in over three years, and my father’s all but disowned me. Shepard has no family, and is cast out of the Alliance. Why shouldn’t the three of us stick together? You don’t have to go anywhere, no matter what happens,” Garrus said.
She pulled herself back, frustrated, and got to her feet, pacing. “Do you think I don’t see how you look at each other? I don’t want to be just an... an extra, Garrus! I need to belong somewhere, not be an outsider in somebody else’s love affair.” She turned to face him, and found him still sitting on the ground, looking up at her with an odd expression. “What?” she demanded.
“I... didn’t realize you knew.” He looked off to the side, and she finally translated the expression: embarrassed. “I thought we’d been pretty discreet.”
Re: Belonging 7/?
anonymous
December 7 2011, 03:22:03 UTC
Why did he have to be so cute when he was sheepish? Tali sighed, exasperated. “Well, I know you better than most of the crew does. And I...” She stopped, abruptly.
“You what?” Garrus stood, and stepped toward her, looking at her intently.
“You’re my best friends,” she said. She meant to stop there, but it just spilled out of her. “And I should be happy for you and I am, partly, but you have something I’m not part of and I hate it, I hate feeling like an outsider, it feels so unfair. You have each other, and I can’t go home to the Fleet, and I don’t have anybody...”
She stopped talking, because Garrus had crossed the distance between them and put his hands on her shoulders.
“What if you could be part of it?”
She blinked up at him and frowned. “What are you saying?”
He looked nervous. “I shouldn’t speak for Shepard. But I... I’d like it if you were with us. I think we belong together, Tali, you, and Shepard, and I. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you felt... left out. If I did, I could have...”
Tali’s eyes narrowed. “You’d better not be just saying this out of pity, Garrus Vakarian.”
“No! I really... I mean, we should talk to Shepard...” He sighed, lifted his left hand and fiddled with his eyepiece. “I’m not good at this stuff.”
“What stuff? Talking?” She slid her arms around him and pressed into him, not quite believing her own boldness. His arms went around her, hesitant at first, then more firmly. “You never seemed to have difficulty talking before,” she said.
He laughed, with real humor this time. She could feel it rumbling against her, even through the suit. “The problem is the emotional stuff. You can ask Shepard.”
She smiled, and hugged tighter. “You’re lucky you’re kind of adorable.”
“Uh... thanks, Tali. That’s... totally not emasculating, at all. Wait a minute!” He pulled back. Startled, Tali looked up. Garrus gave her his best cop look. “I thought the mere suggestion that we were together was so ridiculous you had to laugh. A lot.”
“Aw, did I hurt your feelings?” She tilted her head to the side and smirked up at him. Getting only a stern glare in response, she reached up and rested her hand against the uninjured side of his face. “I changed my mind.”
Footsteps rang on the walkway behind her. She tensed momentarily, afraid Ken or Gabby had come down to check something, but it was Shepard’s voice she heard. “Tali? Are you okay? Oh, there you are.”
Tali turned, to see Shepard regarding them with a raised eyebrow. “Am I missing out on something here?” he asked lightly.
Tali blushed, and opened her mouth, but wasn’t sure what to say. Garrus beat her to it.
“Actually,” he said, resting his hands on her shoulders, “Tali was feeling left out. I thought we should talk to you about it.”
Shepard blinked, and slowly broke into a grin. “Really?” He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her. “Yeah, we should talk about that.”
Re: Belonging 8/10
anonymous
December 10 2011, 18:58:18 UTC
They had a very careful conversation about how to make things work, and about what she wanted.
“Okay,” said Shepard at length. “Since you’re determined to ditch the suit, I think we should concentrate on you this first time. Anything you want. As good as possible.”
Garrus nodded. “I agree.”
Tali took a deep breath, letting herself put words to thoughts she hadn’t quite dared name. “Then what I want is... both of you.”
Shepard’s brows went up. “At the same time?” She nodded, flushing a little, but he grinned. “I like it.”
Garrus said, dryly, “Well, we do work well together.”
They laughed, and talked a little more. After, they had another, very awkward conversation with a highly amused Mordin Solus about how to keep things as safe as possible for her. Mordin favored a simple approach: load up an antibiotics and immunoboosters before, wash thoroughly after.
So now here she was, back in Shepard’s quarters.
This time, her partners were very much awake.
Shepard detached her faceplate and pulled it away, giving her a smile. Tali smiled back, blinking at the change in light, trying to remember the last time anyone saw her naked face. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, and leaned in to kiss her. Her first kiss; his lips were softer than she would have thought, and hot against hers, gentle pressure growing more urgent. His tongue bumped against her lips, so she opened them, let him enter her mouth, tongue twisting against hers, just a brief contact that made her flush. He pulled away, and she caught her breath, warmth spreading through her. Feeling bold, she turned to Garrus and pulled his face down to hers.
“Uh, Tali, turians don’t--" he started, but she stopped him by pressing her lips against his mouth. A totally different sensation, smooth and firm with just a little flex, not completely rigid. She imitated Shepard and flicked her tongue into his mouth, skimming against pointed teeth, finding his own, raspier tongue. They tasted completely different, but she hadn’t the words to describe their flavors. Garrus made a soft, surprised noise, and Shepard laughed.
“He wouldn’t let me kiss him,” he said. “I think I should be offended.”
Tali laughed. No, giggled, she admitted to herself. She felt a little giddy, as if the very air were intoxicating, and her suit had been filtering it out all the time. “Attack from stealth,” she suggested.
“I think I’m the one of us most qualified to do that,” grumbled Garrus, and then cocked his head at her. “Your voice sounds different without the filters.”
“It does?” It didn’t sound different to her.
“Yeah,” said Shepard. “More resonant, maybe?” He smiled. “Let’s see what else that suit has been concealing.”
They detached her suit together, bit by bit. Tali was going to show them how, but Garrus was affronted: “Hey, I did the research. We’ve got this.” It was true; they detached the connections and removed the components carefully and correctly. She stood still and let them. Just the feeling of air on her exposed skin was heavenly, setting her tingling with unaccustomed sensation. The feeling of fingers on her skin was even better; Garrus first brushed accidentally against her arm, then slowly, deliberately stroked her naked arm from shoulder to wrist. His hands were hotter than she’d realized, slightly dry and rough, but the contact made her catch her breath. Shepard’s hands, lingering on her hip, were smoother. She felt almost overwhelmed with the differences in heat and texture.
She was bared to them at last. Her momentary anxiety that they might find her body strange or unattractive was dispelled quickly, as two sets of hands explored her, setting her heart racing.
Re: Belonging 9/10
anonymous
December 11 2011, 03:38:10 UTC
Shepard leaned in to kiss her again, and urged her down onto the bed with him. The kiss grew more insistent, as his hands traced the curve of her waist and hip. She let her own hands wander over him, exploring the angle of his jaw, along his shoulders, feeling the flex of muscle beneath skin. She found he had nipples, as she did; rubbing her thumb across one made him gasp into her mouth. Garrus settled behind her, lightly rubbing her back, working his way down to squeeze her ass, making her giggle. He chuckled back, rumbling somewhere deep in his chest, and slid his hands around, cupping her breasts. She moaned outright as he traced circles around her nipples, and felt Shepard smile against her lips before he kissed a line across her cheek and jaw. She let her hands move lower, feeling the light tracing of hair become thicker, and then closed her fingers gently around his hard, hot erection. Garrus’s was pressed into the back of her thigh, she realized, and thrilled for a moment at the knowledge that they were as turned on as she was. Shepard groaned and pressed into her hand, as she cautiously slid her fingers up and down him. He laid his hand over hers to stop her. “Hey now, the plan was to concentrate on you this time.”
“I want to learn you too,” she protested.
“Mm. Then let’s not neglect our friend here.” Shepard pushed on her shoulder, and she rolled over to face Garrus, who gave her an uneven grin. She smiled back, running her hands over his chest, testing the sensation of plate that looked hard, but gave to the touch, and shifted as he breathed. She found that the softer hide along his side and belly was gratifyingly sensitive, making him moan and tighten his grip, which rested on her hip. Now Shepard rested behind her, his chest flush against her back, lightly kissing the back of her neck. “Let me show you something,” he murmured, and settled his left hand over hers, four fingers interlaced with her two. She let him guide her hand upwards, stroking along Garrus’s collar (which made him groan again, and arch into her, and she remembered how she’d touched him there, what seemed like ages ago). Her hand and Shepard’s together traveled up the back of Garrus’s neck, digging in along the overlapping scales that protected his spine, massaging upwards to a softer spot just below his fringe. Garrus closed his eyes and shuddered, and slid one hand downward, stroking between her legs.
She found herself gasping--it was already so good, to feel them both against her body, but she wanted more. “Please,” she whimpered, and then couldn’t even find the words to articulate what she wanted.
“Mm,” said Shepard. “What do you think she needs now, Garrus?”
“I might have an idea or two,” he said.
Somehow she ended up on her back between them, while Shepard teased one breast and Garrus curled his tongue, hot and flexible, around the other. She could hardly even think any more, and when Shepard bent his head to her nipple and sucked, she moaned and spread her legs, her body begging for touch. Shepard slid a finger into her, and she almost sobbed at the feeling she’d been craving for so long; and when Garrus’s finger joined Shepard’s, she did cry out. They moved in tandem, as they did in combat, slowly at first, then faster, finding the spots both inside and outside her that made her tremble and moan, the pleasure building up until she screamed, waves of sensation crashing through her from her core to her fingertips.
Re: Belonging 10/10
anonymous
December 11 2011, 04:12:47 UTC
She took a few moments to collect herself and catch her breath, and heard her partners shift on either side of her. She opened her eyes to find them handling each other, giving her the perfect opportunity to look them over her partners. They were shaped a little differently, Garrus long, tapered, and a little curved, while Shepard was shorter and a bit thicker. Garrus threw his head back and growled, softly, as Shepard stroked him. Her own breath quickened, and a thrill ran down her spine, settling into her groin with a throb. She sat up to catch Garrus’s wrist and pull him down with her.
He came to her eagerly, with a chuckle that turned into a rumble as she pulled him close, lavishing kisses over his neck and collar. He caressed her thigh as she hooked it over his hip, rubbing against his slim waist, and Shepard’s warm hands behind her helped her open herself to him. “Yes, yes, please,” she was saying, and Garrus slid into her, slow but steady, the deep rumble in his chest vibrating through both of them. She felt deliciously full, and though his thrusts were slow at first, the sensation was deeper and stronger than anything she’d felt before. She clutched him and moaned, her body arching. Shepard lay close behind her, hands on her hips, and she could feel his erection against her when she rocked back in time with Garrus. “Yes, Garrus, yes,” she said, and caught enough breath to add, “Shepard, please... I want you both...”
Garrus slowed, and Shepard moved against her, gently; she relaxed as much as she could, and gasped as he pressed slowly into her rear opening. It stung just a little, but beneath that it felt so good, her every nerve thrumming, and Garrus nuzzled his face against her neck and shoulder, rumbling, and she nearly melted from the vibration and the heat and the contrast of their bodies so close to her. Shepard groaned as he slid fully into her. For a moment they were all still, and she reveled in the sheer sensation, both of them nestled thick and hot and real inside her, stretching and filling her. No mere fantasy this time, the three of them fully and truly united.
Then she wriggled, experimentally, and Garrus moved against her again, and gradually they found a new rhythm, all three of them moving together. Her own voice sounded hoarse to her ear, moaning and crying out continually, and both of them were just as inarticulate as they picked up speed. The sensation built up, she lost track of everything but the feel of hot skin and sweat against hers, the sound of all their gasps and groans, almost in harmony. She felt as though she was on fire from the inside out, and then Garrus’s movements grew erratic, and he shuddered, moaning against her skin. She could feel him pulsing deep inside her, and that pushed her over the edge, arching and trembling between them, and then Shepard made a last thrust and groan, and she felt him throbbing within her, too. She tried to catch her breath, hearing them panting on either side of her, as they all gradually cooled down. Tali felt boneless, her muscles utterly pliant, lying limp between them, all three of them holding each other tight.
Tears gathered in her eyes. She’d had plenty of experience with her nerve stimulator, even using it with partners, but she had never felt this way before, joined with her two dearest friends. In spite of everything, exile, the geth, the Reapers, for this hour everything seemed in perfect order.
She’d probably pay for it next cycle with a terrible fever, but it had been totally and completely worth it.
Re: Belonging 10/10
anonymous
December 11 2011, 04:17:08 UTC
author!anon says: Whew! Thanks for hanging in there. This wraps up this particular story, but I've gotten quite attached to this particular group of characters, so I wouldn't be averse to writing more about them. I have some ideas already, but additional suggestions are welcome.
Re: Belonging 10/10
anonymous
December 11 2011, 05:34:47 UTC
hot :D
I suppose they're not gonna be able to take off her suit every time. So...maybe a strap on with feedback sensors and vibrating gloves(any kinda reverse nerve stim program)? Or Biotic suspension / tingling?
Re: Belonging 10/10
anonymous
December 11 2011, 10:42:06 UTC
OP says: Wow. I'm... The finish was... *gulp* Fantastic. Well done, anon.
Thank you for writing this, and let me tell you that I'm ecstatic to hear you grew attached to this trio. I would love to read more about them from your pen. Many ideas on my mind. Will post a prompt as soon as the fillathon is officially over. :)
To the anon who would request something involving the leaked script... I can't speak for the authoranon, but please, don't post spoilers in this thread; and when you make your own, please mark it clearly. Thank you.
“Tali?”
“I’m all right,” she said listlessly.
“I can tell you’re not.”
“I still can’t quite believe they exiled me.”
“Politics,” he said, his voice laced with bitterness. “It’s not about you. It’s about the geth and the homeworld and their own agendas.”
A moment passed. She said, “I can’t believe my father...” and her voice cracked.
Garrus dropped down beside her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, and that nearly broke her. She hated crying in the suit, how her faceplate fogged up before the moisture reclamation system started its work, how she couldn’t even wipe the tears off her cheeks, but she couldn’t help it now. She all but collapsed into him, letting him hold her up, sobbing until she had no tears left. He was out of armor for once, she realized, feeling the heat of his body through his shirt and her suit. “I thought one day he’d finally tell me he was proud of me.”
She felt his laugh rumbling through his chest, and liked it, even though it wasn’t a nice laugh. “For some people, nothing is ever good enough.” He went on, voice soft and dark, “They don’t see you. They see some vision of who they think you are, what they think you should want.”
She hugged him back, remembering how they’d talked about impossible fathers, once a long time ago, and rested her helmet against his shoulder. “I just don’t know what to do now. I can’t go back to the Flotilla. Quarians are unwelcome so many places, I don’t know where I’ll go.”
His arms tightened around her. “What are you talking about? You belong here.”
“Sure, for now,” she said. “But what about later? This mission isn’t going to last forever, and who knows what will happen afterward. I just--” she felt another sob rising in her throat, and choked on it “--I don’t know where I fit! Even if I weren’t exiled, I don’t know if I’d want to deal with Fleet politics any more, and outside the Fleet there are only a handful of people I really know and trust...”
“Tali, I don’t fit anywhere either. I haven’t been home in over three years, and my father’s all but disowned me. Shepard has no family, and is cast out of the Alliance. Why shouldn’t the three of us stick together? You don’t have to go anywhere, no matter what happens,” Garrus said.
She pulled herself back, frustrated, and got to her feet, pacing. “Do you think I don’t see how you look at each other? I don’t want to be just an... an extra, Garrus! I need to belong somewhere, not be an outsider in somebody else’s love affair.” She turned to face him, and found him still sitting on the ground, looking up at her with an odd expression. “What?” she demanded.
“I... didn’t realize you knew.” He looked off to the side, and she finally translated the expression: embarrassed. “I thought we’d been pretty discreet.”
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“You what?” Garrus stood, and stepped toward her, looking at her intently.
“You’re my best friends,” she said. She meant to stop there, but it just spilled out of her. “And I should be happy for you and I am, partly, but you have something I’m not part of and I hate it, I hate feeling like an outsider, it feels so unfair. You have each other, and I can’t go home to the Fleet, and I don’t have anybody...”
She stopped talking, because Garrus had crossed the distance between them and put his hands on her shoulders.
“What if you could be part of it?”
She blinked up at him and frowned. “What are you saying?”
He looked nervous. “I shouldn’t speak for Shepard. But I... I’d like it if you were with us. I think we belong together, Tali, you, and Shepard, and I. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you felt... left out. If I did, I could have...”
Tali’s eyes narrowed. “You’d better not be just saying this out of pity, Garrus Vakarian.”
“No! I really... I mean, we should talk to Shepard...” He sighed, lifted his left hand and fiddled with his eyepiece. “I’m not good at this stuff.”
“What stuff? Talking?” She slid her arms around him and pressed into him, not quite believing her own boldness. His arms went around her, hesitant at first, then more firmly. “You never seemed to have difficulty talking before,” she said.
He laughed, with real humor this time. She could feel it rumbling against her, even through the suit. “The problem is the emotional stuff. You can ask Shepard.”
She smiled, and hugged tighter. “You’re lucky you’re kind of adorable.”
“Uh... thanks, Tali. That’s... totally not emasculating, at all. Wait a minute!” He pulled back. Startled, Tali looked up. Garrus gave her his best cop look. “I thought the mere suggestion that we were together was so ridiculous you had to laugh. A lot.”
“Aw, did I hurt your feelings?” She tilted her head to the side and smirked up at him. Getting only a stern glare in response, she reached up and rested her hand against the uninjured side of his face. “I changed my mind.”
Footsteps rang on the walkway behind her. She tensed momentarily, afraid Ken or Gabby had come down to check something, but it was Shepard’s voice she heard. “Tali? Are you okay? Oh, there you are.”
Tali turned, to see Shepard regarding them with a raised eyebrow. “Am I missing out on something here?” he asked lightly.
Tali blushed, and opened her mouth, but wasn’t sure what to say. Garrus beat her to it.
“Actually,” he said, resting his hands on her shoulders, “Tali was feeling left out. I thought we should talk to you about it.”
Shepard blinked, and slowly broke into a grin. “Really?” He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her. “Yeah, we should talk about that.”
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“Okay,” said Shepard at length. “Since you’re determined to ditch the suit, I think we should concentrate on you this first time. Anything you want. As good as possible.”
Garrus nodded. “I agree.”
Tali took a deep breath, letting herself put words to thoughts she hadn’t quite dared name. “Then what I want is... both of you.”
Shepard’s brows went up. “At the same time?” She nodded, flushing a little, but he grinned. “I like it.”
Garrus said, dryly, “Well, we do work well together.”
They laughed, and talked a little more. After, they had another, very awkward conversation with a highly amused Mordin Solus about how to keep things as safe as possible for her. Mordin favored a simple approach: load up an antibiotics and immunoboosters before, wash thoroughly after.
So now here she was, back in Shepard’s quarters.
This time, her partners were very much awake.
Shepard detached her faceplate and pulled it away, giving her a smile. Tali smiled back, blinking at the change in light, trying to remember the last time anyone saw her naked face. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, and leaned in to kiss her. Her first kiss; his lips were softer than she would have thought, and hot against hers, gentle pressure growing more urgent. His tongue bumped against her lips, so she opened them, let him enter her mouth, tongue twisting against hers, just a brief contact that made her flush. He pulled away, and she caught her breath, warmth spreading through her. Feeling bold, she turned to Garrus and pulled his face down to hers.
“Uh, Tali, turians don’t--" he started, but she stopped him by pressing her lips against his mouth. A totally different sensation, smooth and firm with just a little flex, not completely rigid. She imitated Shepard and flicked her tongue into his mouth, skimming against pointed teeth, finding his own, raspier tongue. They tasted completely different, but she hadn’t the words to describe their flavors. Garrus made a soft, surprised noise, and Shepard laughed.
“He wouldn’t let me kiss him,” he said. “I think I should be offended.”
Tali laughed. No, giggled, she admitted to herself. She felt a little giddy, as if the very air were intoxicating, and her suit had been filtering it out all the time. “Attack from stealth,” she suggested.
“I think I’m the one of us most qualified to do that,” grumbled Garrus, and then cocked his head at her. “Your voice sounds different without the filters.”
“It does?” It didn’t sound different to her.
“Yeah,” said Shepard. “More resonant, maybe?” He smiled. “Let’s see what else that suit has been concealing.”
They detached her suit together, bit by bit. Tali was going to show them how, but Garrus was affronted: “Hey, I did the research. We’ve got this.” It was true; they detached the connections and removed the components carefully and correctly. She stood still and let them. Just the feeling of air on her exposed skin was heavenly, setting her tingling with unaccustomed sensation. The feeling of fingers on her skin was even better; Garrus first brushed accidentally against her arm, then slowly, deliberately stroked her naked arm from shoulder to wrist. His hands were hotter than she’d realized, slightly dry and rough, but the contact made her catch her breath. Shepard’s hands, lingering on her hip, were smoother. She felt almost overwhelmed with the differences in heat and texture.
She was bared to them at last. Her momentary anxiety that they might find her body strange or unattractive was dispelled quickly, as two sets of hands explored her, setting her heart racing.
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“I want to learn you too,” she protested.
“Mm. Then let’s not neglect our friend here.” Shepard pushed on her shoulder, and she rolled over to face Garrus, who gave her an uneven grin. She smiled back, running her hands over his chest, testing the sensation of plate that looked hard, but gave to the touch, and shifted as he breathed. She found that the softer hide along his side and belly was gratifyingly sensitive, making him moan and tighten his grip, which rested on her hip. Now Shepard rested behind her, his chest flush against her back, lightly kissing the back of her neck. “Let me show you something,” he murmured, and settled his left hand over hers, four fingers interlaced with her two. She let him guide her hand upwards, stroking along Garrus’s collar (which made him groan again, and arch into her, and she remembered how she’d touched him there, what seemed like ages ago). Her hand and Shepard’s together traveled up the back of Garrus’s neck, digging in along the overlapping scales that protected his spine, massaging upwards to a softer spot just below his fringe. Garrus closed his eyes and shuddered, and slid one hand downward, stroking between her legs.
She found herself gasping--it was already so good, to feel them both against her body, but she wanted more. “Please,” she whimpered, and then couldn’t even find the words to articulate what she wanted.
“Mm,” said Shepard. “What do you think she needs now, Garrus?”
“I might have an idea or two,” he said.
Somehow she ended up on her back between them, while Shepard teased one breast and Garrus curled his tongue, hot and flexible, around the other. She could hardly even think any more, and when Shepard bent his head to her nipple and sucked, she moaned and spread her legs, her body begging for touch. Shepard slid a finger into her, and she almost sobbed at the feeling she’d been craving for so long; and when Garrus’s finger joined Shepard’s, she did cry out. They moved in tandem, as they did in combat, slowly at first, then faster, finding the spots both inside and outside her that made her tremble and moan, the pleasure building up until she screamed, waves of sensation crashing through her from her core to her fingertips.
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He came to her eagerly, with a chuckle that turned into a rumble as she pulled him close, lavishing kisses over his neck and collar. He caressed her thigh as she hooked it over his hip, rubbing against his slim waist, and Shepard’s warm hands behind her helped her open herself to him. “Yes, yes, please,” she was saying, and Garrus slid into her, slow but steady, the deep rumble in his chest vibrating through both of them. She felt deliciously full, and though his thrusts were slow at first, the sensation was deeper and stronger than anything she’d felt before. She clutched him and moaned, her body arching. Shepard lay close behind her, hands on her hips, and she could feel his erection against her when she rocked back in time with Garrus. “Yes, Garrus, yes,” she said, and caught enough breath to add, “Shepard, please... I want you both...”
Garrus slowed, and Shepard moved against her, gently; she relaxed as much as she could, and gasped as he pressed slowly into her rear opening. It stung just a little, but beneath that it felt so good, her every nerve thrumming, and Garrus nuzzled his face against her neck and shoulder, rumbling, and she nearly melted from the vibration and the heat and the contrast of their bodies so close to her. Shepard groaned as he slid fully into her. For a moment they were all still, and she reveled in the sheer sensation, both of them nestled thick and hot and real inside her, stretching and filling her. No mere fantasy this time, the three of them fully and truly united.
Then she wriggled, experimentally, and Garrus moved against her again, and gradually they found a new rhythm, all three of them moving together. Her own voice sounded hoarse to her ear, moaning and crying out continually, and both of them were just as inarticulate as they picked up speed. The sensation built up, she lost track of everything but the feel of hot skin and sweat against hers, the sound of all their gasps and groans, almost in harmony. She felt as though she was on fire from the inside out, and then Garrus’s movements grew erratic, and he shuddered, moaning against her skin. She could feel him pulsing deep inside her, and that pushed her over the edge, arching and trembling between them, and then Shepard made a last thrust and groan, and she felt him throbbing within her, too. She tried to catch her breath, hearing them panting on either side of her, as they all gradually cooled down. Tali felt boneless, her muscles utterly pliant, lying limp between them, all three of them holding each other tight.
Tears gathered in her eyes. She’d had plenty of experience with her nerve stimulator, even using it with partners, but she had never felt this way before, joined with her two dearest friends. In spite of everything, exile, the geth, the Reapers, for this hour everything seemed in perfect order.
She’d probably pay for it next cycle with a terrible fever, but it had been totally and completely worth it.
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I suppose they're not gonna be able to take off her suit every time. So...maybe a strap on with feedback sensors and vibrating gloves(any kinda reverse nerve stim program)? Or Biotic suspension / tingling?
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Thank you for writing this, and let me tell you that I'm ecstatic to hear you grew attached to this trio. I would love to read more about them from your pen. Many ideas on my mind. Will post a prompt as soon as the fillathon is officially over. :)
To the anon who would request something involving the leaked script... I can't speak for the authoranon, but please, don't post spoilers in this thread; and when you make your own, please mark it clearly. Thank you.
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