A Night to Remember 1/?
anonymous
July 20 2012, 15:29:04 UTC
The morning sun, cruel and relentless, peeks in between the curtains, demanding his attention, and Garrus opens his eyes with an annoyed groan. The room slowly comes into focus as he looks around, wondering where the hell he is and how he got here. It seems like he's in a hotel room, with the generic furniture and decorations that he's seen many times before.
As he lifts his head it starts to throb with the pain of a massive hangover. He drops back down on the pillow, rubbing his forehead, then grunts and turns around, trying to get some more sleep before he gets up and figures out what exactly it is that he's doing here.
The puzzle becomes even more intriguing when he finds a human female in the bed with him, lying on her side, facing the other way, her bare back exposed and curving from the pillow down to the sheet at her waist.
He has no idea who she is and why he's in bed with a human; he's never been attracted to any female outside his species. He checks his own state of undress and finds that just like her bed companion, he, too, is totally naked.
His gaze travels from her hair down to her hip jutting up under the sheet, then back up to her hair again. It reminds him of someone; he's just not sure whom.
He moves closer to peek over and into her face, his heavy body jostling the bed, and she stirs and turns around. He freezes and stares with an open mouth when he sees the familiar features of his commander and best friend, Shepard herself.
A Night to Remember 2/?
anonymous
July 20 2012, 15:31:16 UTC
He slowly starts to remember the events of last night, as different scenes flash into his mind, trying to congeal into a cohesive memory, but still fuzzy at best.
They were on shore leave on Omega, and he and Shepard ended up drinking at the Afterlife. They threw back one drink after the other, recounting tall tales about their battle prowess, arguing about who took who's shot, teasing, joking, having a great time.
Unable to resist the beat of the music pulsing in their ears, Shepard eventually dragged him onto the dance floor, ignoring his loud protests.
"Come on, Garrus, show me what you've got!" She yelled over the blasting tempo, grinning from ear to ear.
"Why don't you show me what you've got first?" He replied with a snort.
"All right, watch this!"
She started to move, not quite in tune with the rhythm, swaying from side to side, swinging her arms, the huge amount of alcohol she'd consumed taking away all her inhibitions and making her an even worse dancer than usual.
"That's pitiful" He laughed, then tried to do better, failing miserably, barely able to stand on his feet himself.
She burst out laughing then grabbed the back of his neck, pulled his head down and pressed her lips against his mouth, kissing his leathery plates and trying to push her tongue inside.
"Shepard, what the hell are you doing!" He tore himself away from her grasp and pushed her away.
"Come on, Garrus, I have needs, too" She put her hands on his narrow waist and squeezed tight as she snuggled up against him. "I haven't had sex for... at least two years!"
"You were dead for two years!" He protested.
"Exactly!"
He stood there for a moment, confused, then pushed her away again.
"Shepard, you're human."
"So?"
"I don't have a thing for humans, or any other species. Other than turians, of course... Uh, you know what I mean... I'm just not into you."
"Whatever, I don't care. Let's go have sex."
"Shepard!"
"Okay, fine, then let's go and have some more drinks."
"That I can do."
"Ha! We'll see about that. I'll drink you under the table, Vakarian!"
A Night to Remember 3/?
anonymous
July 20 2012, 15:34:06 UTC
The rest of the night is a blur. He's pretty sure that there was more drinking involved, and eventually they decided to leave while they could still walk out on their own feet. Somehow they got a cab and ended up in this hotel room together - but why? He can't quite remember. And how did they end up both naked, and more importantly, what exactly happened after they did?
He rubs his forehead, desperately trying to recall the rest, and slowly starts to see some more flashes of pictures from the night before.
She and him flopping down on the bed, exhausted and trying to sleep. Her scooching over to his side, putting her arm around his waist and snuggling into his shoulder. His seam starting to loosen as she moved her hand, with all those curious fingers, over his hips, then his stomach, then under his shirt, caressing the soft spots between his tough plates.
He remembers wanting to push her hand away but not being able to. Instead, his own hand started to have a life of its own, traveling down her body, sliding into the dip between her waist and hip, resting there for a while, then continuing its track down her hip and her ass.
Spirits, that ass.
He loved its curve and softness under his fingers, and he loved the little gasp she made when his talons moved in between her cheeks and found their way to her wet center. And how hot and wet it was...
His plates start to loosen just thinking about how he rubbed her folds through the fabric of her pants and how she responded, holding onto him tight, lifting her thigh and resting it on his leg to provide him better access, moaning at every stroke he made, and how she fell apart, shaking and crying out his name when she reached her climax. All because of him and his talented fingers, he grins, feeling very proud of himself.
The next thing he remembers is her pulling down his pants, then sitting above him with an incredulous look on her face, asking where the fuck his junk was.
"What the hell do you mean?" He growled indignantly. "It's inside, of course. It just hasn't emerged yet."
"Umm... Emerged?" She stared at him with her eyes opened wide.
"Yeah. Why, do human males have it hang out all the time?"
"Yep."
"That's stupid. Hey, what are you doing!"
"Investigating."
And with that, she bent down and ran her fingers from his stomach all the way to the juncture between his legs, stopping at the spot that made him gasp and buck his hips.
"Aha!" She yelled triumphantly then continued rubbing his seam, and when she saw it loosen up she settled down between his legs and started to lick his opening.
A Night to Remember 4/?
anonymous
July 20 2012, 15:36:35 UTC
His throat gets dry when he remembers how she teased his cock out with that clever tongue of hers and how she licked him and took her in her mouth and sucked on his shaft, her head bobbing up and down... How incredible it felt when he finally came...
Then they must have undressed themselves or each other, he's not sure which, because he vaguely remembers her showing him what to do with those soft mounds on her chest and how she loved it when he licked that little nub in the middle. They must have passed out or gone to sleep after that because the rest is a big, black void that his mind can't penetrate anymore.
He's not sure what to think about all this. It certainly seems, from what he can remember, that in spite of their physical differences they could make it work and... it was good. Really good. But he never considered her more than a friend and he's never been interested in an interspecies relationship before.
He wonders how she will react when she wakes up. Will she remember what happened? How will she feel about it? Should he get dressed and sneak out before she becomes conscious?
His frantic thoughts freeze in a split second when she opens her eyes and looks at him, bewildered.
"Garrus? What are you doing here?"
She suddenly realizes that she's naked from the waist up, and she grabs the sheet and yanks it up, covering her front, sitting up at the speed of light, then cries out indignantly.
"What the hell happened? What did you do?!"
"Me?! You're the one who started it!"
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"You were the one who tried to seduce me!"
"Are you crazy? You must have drunk too much last night."
"Ha! Says the one who passed out, snoring."
"I never snore, you moron" She grunts, picks up her pillow and whacks him in the head with it.
"Well... As long as we're here... Do you want to go another round?" He flares his mandibles in a wide grin.
"Very funny" She growls at him, grabs the sheet, snatches it off the bed - and him, and wraps it around herself then retreats to the bathroom.
"Fucking asshole, making a joke of everything" She grumbles as she disappears behind the door.
A Night to Remember 5/?
anonymous
July 23 2012, 13:25:46 UTC
She turns on the shower and stands under the strong streams of water, putting her hands on the wall and letting the warm sprays wash over her body and clear her mind.
Squeezing her eyes shot she tries to concentrate on last night's events, hoping that she'll dig up something to make sense of why she woke up in bed with Garrus. Naked.
Let's see... We went to the Afterlife to have a few drinks. I... think we had quite a few, actually. Then what?
She slowly begins to remember the dance, her propositioning Garrus (Oh shit, did I really say that?), and Garrus turning her down. Then more drinking. They didn't want to go back to the Normandy, so they took a cab and came here to this hotel - wherever this was - and tried to sleep off their drunken stupor.
What else? Think hard.
Blurry pictures start to flash up behind her eyelids, like a broken vid: Her rolling over on the bed and cuddling up to Garrus, inhaling his scent, an unbearable urge coming over her to touch him, the feel of his soft leathery skin between tough plates.
Then... His fingers stroking her seam... Gentle, but insistent... Her heart beats faster and her groin throbs at the memory of his touch and she has to press her forehead to the cool tile to calm her breathing. The effect is short-lived, however, for the next scene she sees is herself between his legs, licking and sucking his cock, him growling and weaving his fingers in her hair.
The blood rushes to her face and she feels sick to her stomach with embarrassment, but at the same time she's incredibly turned on by her recollections. But that doesn't make it easier to realize who the instigator actually was.
Dammit, I guess it was really me who started all this.
She's a bit confused by her own behavior. She has a great deal of affection for Garrus, as an old friend, comrade and confidant. But she's never considered him as a potential mate. They are two different species, after all. Though, as her memories suggest, that doesn't seem to be too much of an issue.
She wonders how he feels about this whole thing. Was he making fun of her when he suggested "another round", or was he actually serious?
She turns off the water with a sigh, well aware that she'll eventually have to leave the bathroom and face him. She wraps herself in the big, fluffy towel she finds hanging on a bar attached to the wall and takes a deep breath before she walks out into the bedroom.
A Night to Remember 6/?
anonymous
July 23 2012, 13:30:16 UTC
Garrus has gotten dressed and is pacing up and down, trying to figure out what to do. Should he wait for her and try to talk things over, or just leave and pretend that nothing happened?
He scribbles a note and puts it on the bed.
Shepard,
I'll see you on the Normandy.
Sorry about last night.
He stares at the paper for a few seconds then crosses out the last line. He didn't do anything wrong. She was the one who came onto him... Besides, he's not that sorry. Well, he's sorry that he's in this mess right now, but not about what happened. What happened was... amazingly good. He just doesn't know where to go from here. If she was a turian, they would just chalk it up to blowing off steam and go on with their lives. But this is different. She's not a turian, and she's his best friend. What do humans do in this situation? He has no idea.
But then he starts to remember this human female from his C-Sec days. One of his friends helped her with something and she became obsessed with him. She would bring him turian delicacies to the office, she would wait for him after work and try to talk to him, she'd follow him around... The poor guy couldn't convince her to leave him alone and he had to transfer somewhere else.
What if Shepard became obsessed with him? She comes around a little too much as it is, usually when he's trying to do some calibrations. Would he be able to do any work if she was constantly around, pestering him?
Oh, and how about that other human female that they had to restrain when she was chasing her husband around with the kitchen knife, because he dared to look at another woman? Shepard not only has several different guns at her disposal but her right hook is pretty mean, too. He can see her in his mind's eye, hunting him down, blowing holes in everything with her Viper, as he's trying to escape her wrath because he did something wrong.
He decides that human females are just too dangerous and too much trouble to get into a relationship with. He's just going to explain to her about the turian concept of releasing stress and hopes that she's not going to kill him.
He picks up the note, crumples it and throws it in the trashcan. He's going to talk to her and try to get out of this with his skin intact.
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He stops in his tracks when she charges out of the bathroom, puts her hand on her hip and begins to talk fast, staring at the floor, like she had prepared a speech that she has to get through before she loses her nerve.
"Look, Garrus, I'm sorry. You were right; I started it all, and I apologize. I don't know what came over me. I think I drank a little too much. Umm... I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. It's just that... I've been under a lot of stress... and... You know... I needed some... Umm... Distraction. And... we were drunk and all... And... I know you're not into humans... Umm... But don't worry, it won't happen again."
She lets out a big breath, as if she's been holding it in the whole time, then finally looks up at him.
A few seconds pass in silence before he starts to talk, and when he does, he can't believe what he's saying.
"So, you just needed somebody, anybody, to relieve tension with? And, since I was there, it might as well have been me? Is that it?"
Spirits, why did I say that?
"What? No... I don't know... It's not like that..."
"You know what? It doesn't matter. We blew off some steam. No big deal. It's common practice on turian ships. Either that or sparring. Works either way. So just forget about it. I... ah... I have some stuff to do. See you on the Normandy."
He storms out in a huff, leaving Shepard frozen to the ground, gaping after him and pondering what just happened. Would she really have done the same thing with anybody else? Did she just use the first warm body she could get her hands on?
She comes to the conclusion that the answer is no.
A Night to Remember 7/?
anonymous
July 23 2012, 13:34:22 UTC
By the time she gets back to the ship there are a ton of messages waiting for her and it's not until the evening when she finally has some time to pay a visit to the Main Battery and try to talk to him.
"Have you got a minute?" She asks his back when she enters.
"Can it wait for a bit? I'm in the middle of some calibrations" He grumbles without turning to face her.
Here we go. Interruptions starting. She'll probably hang around and not want to leave. I'll have to come up with some excuse to get rid of her.
"Talk to you later, Garrus" She says in a low voice after a few seconds of hesitation, then she's gone.
Damn.
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The next day they go on a mission to find Thane Krios, the drell assassin, and try to convince him to join their cause. They have to fight through hordes of mercs and mechs, following his trail, helped by a few well placed shots by the assassin, and Garrus is quite impressed with his sniping skills. Garrus has a feeling that Krios will be a good addition to the team and he's looking forward to meeting him. Maybe they can have some shooting contests once he's on board.
When they finally catch up with him he makes a showy entrance, does away with Nassana's bodyguards and Nassana herself in a few seconds, and ignores them while he performs a prayer "for the wicked".
Garrus notices Shepard's appreciative gaze traveling up and down Thane's body, her mouth curling into something that he interprets as a lustful smile, and suddenly he's not so enthusiastic about having this drell on board. He's an assassin, after all; can they really trust him? He certainly can't.
But, the drell agrees to join them and gets a room in Life Support.
Garrus decides that he'll have to keep an eye on him.
A Night to Remember 8/?
anonymous
July 23 2012, 13:38:24 UTC
A few days later he's waiting for the elevator to go down to engineering to talk to Ken and Gabby about the cannons when he sees Shepard go into Thane's room. He decides to hang around for a few minutes and see how long she's going to be in there. It seems like forever before she finally comes out, with a blissful smile on her face no less.
He pretends that he was just on his way to have a drink in the Observation room and gives her a terse nod as they pass each other.
As long as he's here, he might as well have that drink, so he enters the room and goes to the bar to pour himself some of that green booze that burns his throat but at least will have a lasting effect on his mood.
"Trouble?" Kasumi asks from the couch.
"Hmm? Uh... No. I just needed a drink" He replies, turning towards her.
He studies her face - the little part that is visible under the hood - and decides to risk asking her a few questions.
"Umm... What do you think of this Krios guy?"
"Thane? I've been on a mission with him and even though he's a mysterious badass, he seems pretty nice. Great sniper, too. He's not my type, but I can see how some females can be attracted to him."
"Some females?" Garrus swallows hard. "Like who?"
"I think Kelly likes him. And Shepard seems to come by quite often."
"Oh?" He tries to sound casual. "How often?"
"I think she's paid him a visit every day since he's come on board. I can hear everything that's going on around here, you know" She replies with a chuckle. "Why, are you jealous?" She smirks, flashing her dark eyes at him.
"Me? Don't be ridiculous. I'm just... I just want to keep an eye on him. To be sure he won't betray us. You know... Him being an assassin... You don't know where his loyalties are... Anyway, I have to get back to work. See you later."
Well, the drink didn't help. He's in a worse mood than before.
As he lifts his head it starts to throb with the pain of a massive hangover. He drops back down on the pillow, rubbing his forehead, then grunts and turns around, trying to get some more sleep before he gets up and figures out what exactly it is that he's doing here.
The puzzle becomes even more intriguing when he finds a human female in the bed with him, lying on her side, facing the other way, her bare back exposed and curving from the pillow down to the sheet at her waist.
He has no idea who she is and why he's in bed with a human; he's never been attracted to any female outside his species. He checks his own state of undress and finds that just like her bed companion, he, too, is totally naked.
His gaze travels from her hair down to her hip jutting up under the sheet, then back up to her hair again. It reminds him of someone; he's just not sure whom.
He moves closer to peek over and into her face, his heavy body jostling the bed, and she stirs and turns around. He freezes and stares with an open mouth when he sees the familiar features of his commander and best friend, Shepard herself.
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They were on shore leave on Omega, and he and Shepard ended up drinking at the Afterlife. They threw back one drink after the other, recounting tall tales about their battle prowess, arguing about who took who's shot, teasing, joking, having a great time.
Unable to resist the beat of the music pulsing in their ears, Shepard eventually dragged him onto the dance floor, ignoring his loud protests.
"Come on, Garrus, show me what you've got!" She yelled over the blasting tempo, grinning from ear to ear.
"Why don't you show me what you've got first?" He replied with a snort.
"All right, watch this!"
She started to move, not quite in tune with the rhythm, swaying from side to side, swinging her arms, the huge amount of alcohol she'd consumed taking away all her inhibitions and making her an even worse dancer than usual.
"That's pitiful" He laughed, then tried to do better, failing miserably, barely able to stand on his feet himself.
She burst out laughing then grabbed the back of his neck, pulled his head down and pressed her lips against his mouth, kissing his leathery plates and trying to push her tongue inside.
"Shepard, what the hell are you doing!" He tore himself away from her grasp and pushed her away.
"Come on, Garrus, I have needs, too" She put her hands on his narrow waist and squeezed tight as she snuggled up against him. "I haven't had sex for... at least two years!"
"You were dead for two years!" He protested.
"Exactly!"
He stood there for a moment, confused, then pushed her away again.
"Shepard, you're human."
"So?"
"I don't have a thing for humans, or any other species. Other than turians, of course... Uh, you know what I mean... I'm just not into you."
"Whatever, I don't care. Let's go have sex."
"Shepard!"
"Okay, fine, then let's go and have some more drinks."
"That I can do."
"Ha! We'll see about that. I'll drink you under the table, Vakarian!"
"You're on!"
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He rubs his forehead, desperately trying to recall the rest, and slowly starts to see some more flashes of pictures from the night before.
She and him flopping down on the bed, exhausted and trying to sleep. Her scooching over to his side, putting her arm around his waist and snuggling into his shoulder. His seam starting to loosen as she moved her hand, with all those curious fingers, over his hips, then his stomach, then under his shirt, caressing the soft spots between his tough plates.
He remembers wanting to push her hand away but not being able to. Instead, his own hand started to have a life of its own, traveling down her body, sliding into the dip between her waist and hip, resting there for a while, then continuing its track down her hip and her ass.
Spirits, that ass.
He loved its curve and softness under his fingers, and he loved the little gasp she made when his talons moved in between her cheeks and found their way to her wet center. And how hot and wet it was...
His plates start to loosen just thinking about how he rubbed her folds through the fabric of her pants and how she responded, holding onto him tight, lifting her thigh and resting it on his leg to provide him better access, moaning at every stroke he made, and how she fell apart, shaking and crying out his name when she reached her climax. All because of him and his talented fingers, he grins, feeling very proud of himself.
The next thing he remembers is her pulling down his pants, then sitting above him with an incredulous look on her face, asking where the fuck his junk was.
"What the hell do you mean?" He growled indignantly. "It's inside, of course. It just hasn't emerged yet."
"Umm... Emerged?" She stared at him with her eyes opened wide.
"Yeah. Why, do human males have it hang out all the time?"
"Yep."
"That's stupid. Hey, what are you doing!"
"Investigating."
And with that, she bent down and ran her fingers from his stomach all the way to the juncture between his legs, stopping at the spot that made him gasp and buck his hips.
"Aha!" She yelled triumphantly then continued rubbing his seam, and when she saw it loosen up she settled down between his legs and started to lick his opening.
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Then they must have undressed themselves or each other, he's not sure which, because he vaguely remembers her showing him what to do with those soft mounds on her chest and how she loved it when he licked that little nub in the middle. They must have passed out or gone to sleep after that because the rest is a big, black void that his mind can't penetrate anymore.
He's not sure what to think about all this. It certainly seems, from what he can remember, that in spite of their physical differences they could make it work and... it was good. Really good. But he never considered her more than a friend and he's never been interested in an interspecies relationship before.
He wonders how she will react when she wakes up. Will she remember what happened? How will she feel about it? Should he get dressed and sneak out before she becomes conscious?
His frantic thoughts freeze in a split second when she opens her eyes and looks at him, bewildered.
"Garrus? What are you doing here?"
She suddenly realizes that she's naked from the waist up, and she grabs the sheet and yanks it up, covering her front, sitting up at the speed of light, then cries out indignantly.
"What the hell happened? What did you do?!"
"Me?! You're the one who started it!"
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"You were the one who tried to seduce me!"
"Are you crazy? You must have drunk too much last night."
"Ha! Says the one who passed out, snoring."
"I never snore, you moron" She grunts, picks up her pillow and whacks him in the head with it.
"Well... As long as we're here... Do you want to go another round?" He flares his mandibles in a wide grin.
"Very funny" She growls at him, grabs the sheet, snatches it off the bed - and him, and wraps it around herself then retreats to the bathroom.
"Fucking asshole, making a joke of everything" She grumbles as she disappears behind the door.
Garrus swallows hard. Actually, he wasn't joking.
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Thank you all for the comments. I'm working on the next chapters and hopefully they'll be up in a couple of days. :)
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Squeezing her eyes shot she tries to concentrate on last night's events, hoping that she'll dig up something to make sense of why she woke up in bed with Garrus. Naked.
Let's see... We went to the Afterlife to have a few drinks. I... think we had quite a few, actually. Then what?
She slowly begins to remember the dance, her propositioning Garrus (Oh shit, did I really say that?), and Garrus turning her down. Then more drinking. They didn't want to go back to the Normandy, so they took a cab and came here to this hotel - wherever this was - and tried to sleep off their drunken stupor.
What else? Think hard.
Blurry pictures start to flash up behind her eyelids, like a broken vid: Her rolling over on the bed and cuddling up to Garrus, inhaling his scent, an unbearable urge coming over her to touch him, the feel of his soft leathery skin between tough plates.
Then... His fingers stroking her seam... Gentle, but insistent... Her heart beats faster and her groin throbs at the memory of his touch and she has to press her forehead to the cool tile to calm her breathing. The effect is short-lived, however, for the next scene she sees is herself between his legs, licking and sucking his cock, him growling and weaving his fingers in her hair.
The blood rushes to her face and she feels sick to her stomach with embarrassment, but at the same time she's incredibly turned on by her recollections. But that doesn't make it easier to realize who the instigator actually was.
Dammit, I guess it was really me who started all this.
She's a bit confused by her own behavior. She has a great deal of affection for Garrus, as an old friend, comrade and confidant. But she's never considered him as a potential mate. They are two different species, after all. Though, as her memories suggest, that doesn't seem to be too much of an issue.
She wonders how he feels about this whole thing. Was he making fun of her when he suggested "another round", or was he actually serious?
She turns off the water with a sigh, well aware that she'll eventually have to leave the bathroom and face him. She wraps herself in the big, fluffy towel she finds hanging on a bar attached to the wall and takes a deep breath before she walks out into the bedroom.
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He scribbles a note and puts it on the bed.
Shepard,
I'll see you on the Normandy.
Sorry about last night.
He stares at the paper for a few seconds then crosses out the last line. He didn't do anything wrong. She was the one who came onto him... Besides, he's not that sorry. Well, he's sorry that he's in this mess right now, but not about what happened. What happened was... amazingly good. He just doesn't know where to go from here. If she was a turian, they would just chalk it up to blowing off steam and go on with their lives. But this is different. She's not a turian, and she's his best friend. What do humans do in this situation? He has no idea.
But then he starts to remember this human female from his C-Sec days. One of his friends helped her with something and she became obsessed with him. She would bring him turian delicacies to the office, she would wait for him after work and try to talk to him, she'd follow him around... The poor guy couldn't convince her to leave him alone and he had to transfer somewhere else.
What if Shepard became obsessed with him? She comes around a little too much as it is, usually when he's trying to do some calibrations. Would he be able to do any work if she was constantly around, pestering him?
Oh, and how about that other human female that they had to restrain when she was chasing her husband around with the kitchen knife, because he dared to look at another woman? Shepard not only has several different guns at her disposal but her right hook is pretty mean, too. He can see her in his mind's eye, hunting him down, blowing holes in everything with her Viper, as he's trying to escape her wrath because he did something wrong.
He decides that human females are just too dangerous and too much trouble to get into a relationship with. He's just going to explain to her about the turian concept of releasing stress and hopes that she's not going to kill him.
He picks up the note, crumples it and throws it in the trashcan. He's going to talk to her and try to get out of this with his skin intact.
***
He stops in his tracks when she charges out of the bathroom, puts her hand on her hip and begins to talk fast, staring at the floor, like she had prepared a speech that she has to get through before she loses her nerve.
"Look, Garrus, I'm sorry. You were right; I started it all, and I apologize. I don't know what came over me. I think I drank a little too much. Umm... I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. It's just that... I've been under a lot of stress... and... You know... I needed some... Umm... Distraction. And... we were drunk and all... And... I know you're not into humans... Umm... But don't worry, it won't happen again."
She lets out a big breath, as if she's been holding it in the whole time, then finally looks up at him.
A few seconds pass in silence before he starts to talk, and when he does, he can't believe what he's saying.
"So, you just needed somebody, anybody, to relieve tension with? And, since I was there, it might as well have been me? Is that it?"
Spirits, why did I say that?
"What? No... I don't know... It's not like that..."
"You know what? It doesn't matter. We blew off some steam. No big deal. It's common practice on turian ships. Either that or sparring. Works either way. So just forget about it. I... ah... I have some stuff to do. See you on the Normandy."
He storms out in a huff, leaving Shepard frozen to the ground, gaping after him and pondering what just happened. Would she really have done the same thing with anybody else? Did she just use the first warm body she could get her hands on?
She comes to the conclusion that the answer is no.
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"Have you got a minute?" She asks his back when she enters.
"Can it wait for a bit? I'm in the middle of some calibrations" He grumbles without turning to face her.
Here we go. Interruptions starting. She'll probably hang around and not want to leave. I'll have to come up with some excuse to get rid of her.
"Talk to you later, Garrus" She says in a low voice after a few seconds of hesitation, then she's gone.
Damn.
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The next day they go on a mission to find Thane Krios, the drell assassin, and try to convince him to join their cause. They have to fight through hordes of mercs and mechs, following his trail, helped by a few well placed shots by the assassin, and Garrus is quite impressed with his sniping skills. Garrus has a feeling that Krios will be a good addition to the team and he's looking forward to meeting him. Maybe they can have some shooting contests once he's on board.
When they finally catch up with him he makes a showy entrance, does away with Nassana's bodyguards and Nassana herself in a few seconds, and ignores them while he performs a prayer "for the wicked".
Garrus notices Shepard's appreciative gaze traveling up and down Thane's body, her mouth curling into something that he interprets as a lustful smile, and suddenly he's not so enthusiastic about having this drell on board. He's an assassin, after all; can they really trust him? He certainly can't.
But, the drell agrees to join them and gets a room in Life Support.
Garrus decides that he'll have to keep an eye on him.
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He pretends that he was just on his way to have a drink in the Observation room and gives her a terse nod as they pass each other.
As long as he's here, he might as well have that drink, so he enters the room and goes to the bar to pour himself some of that green booze that burns his throat but at least will have a lasting effect on his mood.
"Trouble?" Kasumi asks from the couch.
"Hmm? Uh... No. I just needed a drink" He replies, turning towards her.
He studies her face - the little part that is visible under the hood - and decides to risk asking her a few questions.
"Umm... What do you think of this Krios guy?"
"Thane? I've been on a mission with him and even though he's a mysterious badass, he seems pretty nice. Great sniper, too. He's not my type, but I can see how some females can be attracted to him."
"Some females?" Garrus swallows hard. "Like who?"
"I think Kelly likes him. And Shepard seems to come by quite often."
"Oh?" He tries to sound casual. "How often?"
"I think she's paid him a visit every day since he's come on board. I can hear everything that's going on around here, you know" She replies with a chuckle. "Why, are you jealous?" She smirks, flashing her dark eyes at him.
"Me? Don't be ridiculous. I'm just... I just want to keep an eye on him. To be sure he won't betray us. You know... Him being an assassin... You don't know where his loyalties are... Anyway, I have to get back to work. See you later."
Well, the drink didn't help. He's in a worse mood than before.
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