Come Home - 5/5
anonymous
July 31 2012, 03:51:02 UTC
"Let go," he whispers to her reflection, and her body shudders violently at his words. "I'm here."
Her resistance melts away just a little more, but it's not enough, not yet. He pushes in a little deeper, and the ghost of a moan leaves her lips. Neither of them can force themselves to look away from their reflections.
"Jane," he says again, his voice flanging almost painfully around the word. "It's okay."
"Garrus," she chokes out, and the sound is a faint echo of a sob, strained with the edge of a whine.
"Let go," he says once more, and he times his words perfectly with one more thrust fully inside her until he's in up to the hilt. Her face crinkles, then contorts, her eyes squeezing shut from the pain that he can feel too. It takes one more push to send her over the edge, into the infinite void she's been struggling to get away from for so long. Her body freezes before the erratic heaving of sobs swell in her chest, and the only sound he can hear is her soft crying. He clutches her to his body, cradling her inside as her walls tighten around him, and she simply gives in to the agonizing tears and blissful euphoria. He watches the tears streak her face, darkening the colour of her skin wherever they go.
"I love you," he murmurs into her ear as her cries become fully-blown sobs. "I love you." He repeats it again and again, finally looking away from their reflection to turn her head with one hand and kiss her, letting her cry against his mouth. The tears on her face press onto his, and the moisture clings to him like she does, like she's hanging on to dear life. His own release comes, but it's muted and invisible amongst everything else.
It's a very long time before her sobs turn into choked cries, then to whimpers, until finally she's pulling in air desperately, but he holds her through it all. The people in the mirror lie forgotten, as he only has eyes for the woman in his arms. It's longer still before her breathing evens out and her eyes drift closed, and it's at that moment that he finally moves.
He slips out of her and turns her in his arms, until her head is resting on his chest. He's careful as he leans down and wraps one arm behind her knees, the other holding her back securely, as he lifts her off her feet effortlessly. She makes a small sound of protest, though it's weak and drowned out by the dregs of exhaustion latching on to her. He shushes her softly, then carries her spent and drenched form out of the bathroom and down the steps.
He sets her down gently on the bed and she blinks up at him blearily for a moment, words dying on her lips when she tries to speak. He reaches forward and shuts her eyes with the pads of his fingers. She's drifting off already, and he takes a moment to just memorize her. He presses his mouth against her temple; her eyelashes flutter against his mandibles.
"I'm here," he consoles, before pulling the sheets over her and slipping in beside her. His arms encircle her and bring her close, until there's no gaps left between his plates and her skin. There's emptiness now, but the good kind, as he just holds her.
Re: Come Home - 5/5
anonymous
July 31 2012, 04:15:54 UTC
Wow. This anon read the prompt and moved on when it was prompted. But I figured, 'hey, why not?' when this popped up in my inbox. And wow. So fantastically wonderful, A!A. So wonderful I can't find the words to express my awe of this. Amazing.
Re: Come Home - 5/5
anonymous
July 31 2012, 05:00:33 UTC
A!A is delighted beyond words that you found this so amazing. I'm so happy that you enjoyed it and found it noteworthy enough to leave such a nice comment on it :)
Re: Come Home - 5/5
anonymous
July 31 2012, 05:15:58 UTC
OP here: Omigod, A!A, omigod! This fill was so fantastically perfect! Wonderful and tender, heartrending and sweet. Thank you so, so much. I'm at a loss for words. It's just that, well, perfect!
Re: Come Home - 5/5
anonymous
July 31 2012, 05:41:58 UTC
OP! I'm so so so so SO happy you liked it! I read your review over on FFN and don't worry about the stress, I'm a little overemotional :) I'm just delighted that you like it so much, I was so worries about getting it just right, and it's such a relief to hear that I hit the spot :)
Re: Come Home - 5/5
anonymous
July 31 2012, 05:46:31 UTC
Really, I think I need to plant an neon sign on this fill as 'perfect'! I tried to write this so many times myself, but I couldn't get it right. I honestly can't thank you enough. I've had the shittiest summer and things that seem so small mean so much, like having the best fill ever written for oneself. :)
Re: Come Home - 5/5
anonymous
July 31 2012, 15:57:30 UTC
There's a fantastic high that comes with getting such positive and kind comments on a fill, but it doesn't compare to the immense happiness I'm feeling right now. To hear that I made someone feel better is just, agh, I can't put it in words! Just know that you've truly been such a pleasure to write for, an A!A couldn't ask for a better OP :)
Re: Come Home - 5/5
anonymous
July 31 2012, 16:19:40 UTC
Oh, thank you so much, A!A! You not only made OP's month with this fill, but you made me smile, which is pretty hard to do! I really and truly mean every word I said. I feel the need to put *HUGS* here! :)
Her resistance melts away just a little more, but it's not enough, not yet. He pushes in a little deeper, and the ghost of a moan leaves her lips. Neither of them can force themselves to look away from their reflections.
"Jane," he says again, his voice flanging almost painfully around the word. "It's okay."
"Garrus," she chokes out, and the sound is a faint echo of a sob, strained with the edge of a whine.
"Let go," he says once more, and he times his words perfectly with one more thrust fully inside her until he's in up to the hilt. Her face crinkles, then contorts, her eyes squeezing shut from the pain that he can feel too. It takes one more push to send her over the edge, into the infinite void she's been struggling to get away from for so long. Her body freezes before the erratic heaving of sobs swell in her chest, and the only sound he can hear is her soft crying. He clutches her to his body, cradling her inside as her walls tighten around him, and she simply gives in to the agonizing tears and blissful euphoria. He watches the tears streak her face, darkening the colour of her skin wherever they go.
"I love you," he murmurs into her ear as her cries become fully-blown sobs. "I love you." He repeats it again and again, finally looking away from their reflection to turn her head with one hand and kiss her, letting her cry against his mouth. The tears on her face press onto his, and the moisture clings to him like she does, like she's hanging on to dear life. His own release comes, but it's muted and invisible amongst everything else.
It's a very long time before her sobs turn into choked cries, then to whimpers, until finally she's pulling in air desperately, but he holds her through it all. The people in the mirror lie forgotten, as he only has eyes for the woman in his arms. It's longer still before her breathing evens out and her eyes drift closed, and it's at that moment that he finally moves.
He slips out of her and turns her in his arms, until her head is resting on his chest. He's careful as he leans down and wraps one arm behind her knees, the other holding her back securely, as he lifts her off her feet effortlessly. She makes a small sound of protest, though it's weak and drowned out by the dregs of exhaustion latching on to her. He shushes her softly, then carries her spent and drenched form out of the bathroom and down the steps.
He sets her down gently on the bed and she blinks up at him blearily for a moment, words dying on her lips when she tries to speak. He reaches forward and shuts her eyes with the pads of his fingers. She's drifting off already, and he takes a moment to just memorize her. He presses his mouth against her temple; her eyelashes flutter against his mandibles.
"I'm here," he consoles, before pulling the sheets over her and slipping in beside her. His arms encircle her and bring her close, until there's no gaps left between his plates and her skin. There's emptiness now, but the good kind, as he just holds her.
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Very well done.
Not OP.
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1. This whole fill made me ache. It was so heartbreakingly tender and I loved every moment of it.
2. So gonna have sex in front of a mirror.
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