It Tolls for Thee 9
anonymous
April 14 2012, 02:50:47 UTC
Adrien froze and turned slightly to see Shepard standing behind him in her normal off-hours garb. He’d deliberately moved to the other lounge, but it was a small ship and Shepard had access to everyone’s omnitool chips for tracking data. She circled around and took a seat on the lounge table in front of it, which put her well within his personal space.
She’d bathed since he’d last seen her and her hair was still slightly damp. Strands of it clung to her cheeks and the nape of her neck. She’d washed away most of the scent of Tuchanka, but the faint scent of hot expended heat sinks clung to her skin… Garrus.
For most species, the scent of another male on a woman’s skin would have been irritating or offputting … and if the scent had been that of any other male, Adrien would have been able to stop himself.
Shepard’s eyes fluttered shut as he reached out and cupped her cheek in one palm. A soft smile tugged and her mouth and she leaned into the touch. “I guess that answers one question I came here to ask.”
“I shouldn’t have done that.” Adrien said that, but couldn’t quite make himself let go. It had been so damn long and she was right there… “You belong to Vakarian.”
“Would you have hesitated if I were a turian woman?” She asked, holding his gaze with her own.
“That’s different.” Adrien finally got his arm to obey a direct order and dropped his hand. “It’s different with turians.” And it was. It really was.
Turians had a severe gender imbalance in their birthrates. There was perhaps one female for every four or five male children born. It had always been that way and their society had developed accordingly. Unlike humans or asari, a male turian wasn’t raised with the expectation that he would one day start a family. Adrien was lucky that his clan had the pull necessary to get him the reciprocal breeding contract that had resulted in his son.
“Yeah.” She nodded, still quite serious. “Garrus and I finally had a talk about exactly how it’s different. So here’s the other question I came down here to ask. Are you attracted to Garrus too?”
“Shepard, don’t ask me that. I…” Somehow without him being able to explain how or when, Shepard had clambered right into his lap. She straddled his thighs with her knees on either side of his hips and cupped his face in both hands.
“It’s ok. Just tell me.”
“Yes, I am.” He said heavily. “I’m attracted to you both.” It was… oddly liberating to finally just say it and get it out in the open.
“Then you should do something about it.” Garrus commented and Adrien’s blood turned to ice in his veins as his friend came up from behind him with no warning whatsoever. He’d ditched his armor somewhere and had changed into civilian gear. It looked… surprisingly good on him. Garrus was the sort of male who looked most comfortable in full armor, but he did know how to fill out a tunic.
“Were you fucking cloaked?” He hissed.
“Guilty.” Garrus held up his hands in surrender. “I borrowed a unit out of storage, but Shepard didn’t think you’d talk if we were both here.”
Shepard’s position in his lap kept him effectively pinned to the sofa, but it didn’t stop Adrien from taking a swipe at Garrus… just to try and wipe that infuriating grin off his cocky face if nothing else. Although -it was getting hard to pay attention to things that weren’t her soft weight on his lap or the way she’d placed her hand on his chest and leaned forward to relax against him or the way her hips fit perfectly into his cupped hands or the way Garrus was watching them both together with an intensity he usually reserved for the battlefield.
She’d bathed since he’d last seen her and her hair was still slightly damp. Strands of it clung to her cheeks and the nape of her neck. She’d washed away most of the scent of Tuchanka, but the faint scent of hot expended heat sinks clung to her skin… Garrus.
For most species, the scent of another male on a woman’s skin would have been irritating or offputting … and if the scent had been that of any other male, Adrien would have been able to stop himself.
Shepard’s eyes fluttered shut as he reached out and cupped her cheek in one palm. A soft smile tugged and her mouth and she leaned into the touch. “I guess that answers one question I came here to ask.”
“I shouldn’t have done that.” Adrien said that, but couldn’t quite make himself let go. It had been so damn long and she was right there… “You belong to Vakarian.”
“Would you have hesitated if I were a turian woman?” She asked, holding his gaze with her own.
“That’s different.” Adrien finally got his arm to obey a direct order and dropped his hand. “It’s different with turians.” And it was. It really was.
Turians had a severe gender imbalance in their birthrates. There was perhaps one female for every four or five male children born. It had always been that way and their society had developed accordingly. Unlike humans or asari, a male turian wasn’t raised with the expectation that he would one day start a family. Adrien was lucky that his clan had the pull necessary to get him the reciprocal breeding contract that had resulted in his son.
“Yeah.” She nodded, still quite serious. “Garrus and I finally had a talk about exactly how it’s different. So here’s the other question I came down here to ask. Are you attracted to Garrus too?”
“Shepard, don’t ask me that. I…” Somehow without him being able to explain how or when, Shepard had clambered right into his lap. She straddled his thighs with her knees on either side of his hips and cupped his face in both hands.
“It’s ok. Just tell me.”
“Yes, I am.” He said heavily. “I’m attracted to you both.” It was… oddly liberating to finally just say it and get it out in the open.
“Then you should do something about it.” Garrus commented and Adrien’s blood turned to ice in his veins as his friend came up from behind him with no warning whatsoever. He’d ditched his armor somewhere and had changed into civilian gear. It looked… surprisingly good on him. Garrus was the sort of male who looked most comfortable in full armor, but he did know how to fill out a tunic.
“Were you fucking cloaked?” He hissed.
“Guilty.” Garrus held up his hands in surrender. “I borrowed a unit out of storage, but Shepard didn’t think you’d talk if we were both here.”
Shepard’s position in his lap kept him effectively pinned to the sofa, but it didn’t stop Adrien from taking a swipe at Garrus… just to try and wipe that infuriating grin off his cocky face if nothing else. Although -it was getting hard to pay attention to things that weren’t her soft weight on his lap or the way she’d placed her hand on his chest and leaned forward to relax against him or the way her hips fit perfectly into his cupped hands or the way Garrus was watching them both together with an intensity he usually reserved for the battlefield.
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