Garrus found her in the shuttle bay, standing by a workbench replacing the scope on her sniper rifle. ‘Perfect’ he thought to himself. He slipped behind her and began nuzzling the back of her neck. He loved the way she smelled, always had if he was being honest with himself. And the fact that she stood at least a foot shorter than him. That someone could be so fierce in battle, so commanding in person, and be so small in stature somehow delighted him. Spirits, he loved this woman.
“Mmmmm.” Shepard sighed and tilted her head to the side to allow him better access, “Something on your mind, Garrus?”
“Oh, just thinking that for the next two and a half hours we have the ship all to ourselves.”
He couldn’t see her face where he was, but he could feel her grinning, “We certainly do. I’m sure you’ll enjoy the quiet time we have to get those calibrations done.”
He nipped at her shoulder and chuckled, “Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”
She was ready with the witty comeback, but it promptly left her head when his tongue came out to tease at the sensitive flesh behind her ear. “Why don’t you,” he nibbled her shoulder again, “forget about that rifle,” nuzzled his forehead against the soft skin of her neck, “and instead, you and I,” the scraping of his teeth along the back of her neck, “enjoy what time we have to ourselves?” He pulled at her hips until she was backed up against him and he purred this time as his tongue traced the outline of her ear.
She’d never been able to resist him when he purred. She turned around in his arms and looked up at him through her eyelashes. “Something specific you have in mind?” she asked coyly.
“Maybe,” he leered down at her. One of his talons caught the fastening of her shirt and tugged at it, “but you’re a little overdressed for it.” He’d become an expert and undressing his human, and it wasn’t long until she was unclothed before him, in all her silky soft glory. Moving the rifle and tools out of the way, he gripped her ass and placed her on the workbench.
“Put your hands on the shelf behind you and don’t move them unless I tell you to do so.” She complied, the position causing her to arch her back as he pulled her hips towards the edge of the table; she spread her legs without being asked. “That’s my girl.” He teased the exterior of her sex with his fingers, it was fully shaved and smooth and already becoming wet with desire. “Now, Jane, we’re all alone here for a change,” he knelt between her spread thighs, his talons gently scrapped provocatively along her freshly shaved skin,’ shaved just for me,’ he thought. “Which means you don’t need to be quiet, in fact, I insist you not be quiet. Do you understand?” He sought her inner thighs with his teeth and tongue.
She moaned, her legs quivering slightly, “yes, Garrus.”
“Good, now, put your feet on my shoulders…” she obeyed without question, “and don’t be afraid to let me know if I’m doing this right.”
His hot breath touched her first, his long fingered hands digging into her thighs. His tongue teased her, avoiding the pink flesh in favor of nibbling and stroking the exterior labia, not quite touching her where she wanted. He knew how to tease, how to get her squirming, begging for more. None of her former lovers, all human, could do that, get her so worked up she was willing to do anything for more. She loved that about him. Oh, who was she kidding, she loved everything about him. But the way he took charge in when they were alone together, the way he owned her, it was something she needed. Something she didn’t know she needed until that first night together. It was the one time in her life she was able to completely let go, to give up that constant need for composure, for control, and just let herself feel for a while.
His mouth plates opened and pulled one of her exterior folds between them, holding gently between his teeth he teased the flesh with the tip of his tongue before moving over to the other side, the tips of his fingers massaging tiny circles into the muscles of her thighs, slowly working their way to her center. Once they reached their destination he spread her folds, exposing her glossy pink flesh. He continued to torment her, touching only the tip of his tongue against her inner labia, but it was enough for the taste of her to invade his senses. He growled.
She groaned in response, “I love it when you growl.”
He chuckled once, and said with his usual confidence, “I know.”
His long, rough tongue slipped between her folds and he growled again, sending a wave of desire to her core. A delicious heat, a throbbing need was beginning to build in her. Her clit was begging for attention, but good and patient sniper that he was, he continued his slow torture. He circled her clit, never quite close enough, she rocked her hips against him, hoping for a bit more friction, and considered taking her hands off the shelf behind her. Sometimes she did that, deliberately disobeyed his orders so that she could submit herself to his punishment. His clever tongue suddenly laved her fully from opening to clit. She gasped and arched her back further; using her feet on his shoulders for leverage she lifted her hips off the table.
He pulled back. “Did I say you could move, Jane?” His fingers played gently on either side of her throbbing clit.
“N..no,” she rasped and slowly lowered herself again.
He narrowed his eyes at her, mandibles flared slightly, “No, what, Jane?” his fingers spread her folds again and he blew gently against her throbbing clit.
She moaned, “No, sir.”
“That’s my good girl.” He returned his attention to the task at hand. He took one of his fingers, which, for this purpose, he kept blunted and filed down, and slowly worked it into her tight cunt, curling it upwards and touching that spot deep inside of her which drove her so wild. His tongue, that clever and deft organ of his, flicked against her clit quickly, once, twice, three times. He moved his finger inside her in time. Her hips bucked against him of their own accord and she gasped his name.
He withdrew his finger slowly and slid the slippery appendage up and down her slit a few times before he continued going down until he was teasing the tight ring of her ass with it. ‘Well, this is new’, she thought to herself. He stopped lapping at her and looked up into her eyes, increasing the pressure on her asshole.
She gasped again as the tip of his finger worked its way into her, it was so foreign. “Garrus,” she groaned, “what are y…” he stopped her with a few flicks of his tongue against her neglected clit.
“I’ve done some more research.”
“I’ve never done this….” She trailed off and blushed. She actually blushed.
“Do you trust me?”
“Of course.”
“Then let me continue.”
She licked her lips nervously and nodded once. He worked his finger deeper into her. She could feel her own heartbeat as the ring of her ass clenched against his finger. This was so; she didn’t even have a word for it. Not dirty, or naughty, okay, maybe a little naughty, but it was more than that. It was just so …. intimate. He was pushing down even more barriers, right here, right now, with just the tip of his finger.
She tried to let herself go, tried to make herself relax, but she couldn’t seem to not focus on it. He took care of that for her as well, returning to work at her clit with that magnificent tongue of his, still teasing, still not quite enough pressure or speed to get her off, but enough to get her focused on the sensations building there.
And build it did. She could feel the muscles of her abdomen tensing, her thighs quivering, hips rocking against him in response to the feel of his mouth on her. His finger was now worked deeply into her ass and he ever so slowly started fucking her with it. The sensation remained foreign, but not unpleasant. If she were to be completely honest with herself it was in fact beginning to feel quite agreeable. He increased the pleasure on her clit, his tongue lashing at her. It was all she could do to keep her hands on the shelf behind as her body began singing in pleasure.
“Garrus,” she croaked, halfway between a gasp and a moan, “oh fuuuckk, Garrus.”
“Like that do you.”
“Yes,” she hissed, he increased his speed, “Oh god yes!”
He growled into her and she came with a harsh shout “Fuck! Garrusss!!” One hand let go of the shelf to brace herself on the bench, her entire body tightening with her release. He continued lapping at her gently as she came down from her orgasm. His superior hearing had caught the sound of the exterior door opening, he grinned to himself.
Kaidan heard Shepard shout as soon as he entered the hangar. Worriedly he rushed around the corner to see if he could help but stopped immediately when he caught site of Shepard, naked as can be, head thrown back in what could only be pleasure. He turned away from the sight and ducked behind the shuttle bay, staring dumbly at the ground. His mind danced in circled for several moments, ‘Shepard and… Garrus?’ he thought to himself. ‘No, no, that couldn’t be.’ He shook his head, ‘I’m seeing things, or hearing things or something.’ He poked his head around the corner.
Commander Shepard, the most amazing woman he’d ever met, was sitting on a work bench, legs spread wide, while Garrus fucking Vakarian of all things was licking at her pussy like it was an ice cream cone. Garrus. Fucking. Vakarian. He wasn’t even human! If Alliance brass found out about this, if the media caught wind of this, it would be an absolute disaster. For both of them. Human/Turian couples were not just frowned upon, they were outright ostracized. And as far as he was concerned there wasn’t a turian alive or dead good enough for Jane Shepard.
He ducked back behind the shuttle, red faced with rage. And how could she, and after what they had shared, even consider Garrus? If she wanted someone on board to, well, do that with, he should have been first in line. He’d never really thought of hers as anything except his since the night they spent together before Ilos. And then she’d died… and then …
‘Damn’, he thought to himself. It was Horizon. He remembered Horizon. He remembered what he’d said. How he just let her have it, not willing to listen to a word she said. And all the while Garrus fucking Vakarian stood behind her. The turian was willing to stand by her side on a ship full of alien hating humans where Kaidan wouldn’t. Kaidan suddenly felt the need to get some air. He needed to get out of here, process this information, and figure out how to deal with it.
Garrus’ voice carried across the hangar, “Jane, did I give you permission to take your hand off the shelf?”
“No, sir.”
‘Sir’? Kaidan chewed the inside of his mouth for a minute. ‘Did she just call him sir?' Kaidan groaned inwardly. He had to see this. He crouched down a little lower, to make himself less visible, and was rewarded with an improved view.
Garrus found her in the shuttle bay, standing by a workbench replacing the scope on her sniper rifle. ‘Perfect’ he thought to himself. He slipped behind her and began nuzzling the back of her neck. He loved the way she smelled, always had if he was being honest with himself. And the fact that she stood at least a foot shorter than him. That someone could be so fierce in battle, so commanding in person, and be so small in stature somehow delighted him. Spirits, he loved this woman.
“Mmmmm.” Shepard sighed and tilted her head to the side to allow him better access, “Something on your mind, Garrus?”
“Oh, just thinking that for the next two and a half hours we have the ship all to ourselves.”
He couldn’t see her face where he was, but he could feel her grinning, “We certainly do. I’m sure you’ll enjoy the quiet time we have to get those calibrations done.”
He nipped at her shoulder and chuckled, “Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”
She was ready with the witty comeback, but it promptly left her head when his tongue came out to tease at the sensitive flesh behind her ear. “Why don’t you,” he nibbled her shoulder again, “forget about that rifle,” nuzzled his forehead against the soft skin of her neck, “and instead, you and I,” the scraping of his teeth along the back of her neck, “enjoy what time we have to ourselves?” He pulled at her hips until she was backed up against him and he purred this time as his tongue traced the outline of her ear.
She’d never been able to resist him when he purred. She turned around in his arms and looked up at him through her eyelashes. “Something specific you have in mind?” she asked coyly.
“Maybe,” he leered down at her. One of his talons caught the fastening of her shirt and tugged at it, “but you’re a little overdressed for it.” He’d become an expert and undressing his human, and it wasn’t long until she was unclothed before him, in all her silky soft glory. Moving the rifle and tools out of the way, he gripped her ass and placed her on the workbench.
“Put your hands on the shelf behind you and don’t move them unless I tell you to do so.” She complied, the position causing her to arch her back as he pulled her hips towards the edge of the table; she spread her legs without being asked. “That’s my girl.” He teased the exterior of her sex with his fingers, it was fully shaved and smooth and already becoming wet with desire. “Now, Jane, we’re all alone here for a change,” he knelt between her spread thighs, his talons gently scrapped provocatively along her freshly shaved skin,’ shaved just for me,’ he thought. “Which means you don’t need to be quiet, in fact, I insist you not be quiet. Do you understand?” He sought her inner thighs with his teeth and tongue.
She moaned, her legs quivering slightly, “yes, Garrus.”
“Good, now, put your feet on my shoulders…” she obeyed without question, “and don’t be afraid to let me know if I’m doing this right.”
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His mouth plates opened and pulled one of her exterior folds between them, holding gently between his teeth he teased the flesh with the tip of his tongue before moving over to the other side, the tips of his fingers massaging tiny circles into the muscles of her thighs, slowly working their way to her center. Once they reached their destination he spread her folds, exposing her glossy pink flesh. He continued to torment her, touching only the tip of his tongue against her inner labia, but it was enough for the taste of her to invade his senses. He growled.
She groaned in response, “I love it when you growl.”
He chuckled once, and said with his usual confidence, “I know.”
His long, rough tongue slipped between her folds and he growled again, sending a wave of desire to her core. A delicious heat, a throbbing need was beginning to build in her. Her clit was begging for attention, but good and patient sniper that he was, he continued his slow torture. He circled her clit, never quite close enough, she rocked her hips against him, hoping for a bit more friction, and considered taking her hands off the shelf behind her. Sometimes she did that, deliberately disobeyed his orders so that she could submit herself to his punishment. His clever tongue suddenly laved her fully from opening to clit. She gasped and arched her back further; using her feet on his shoulders for leverage she lifted her hips off the table.
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“N..no,” she rasped and slowly lowered herself again.
He narrowed his eyes at her, mandibles flared slightly, “No, what, Jane?” his fingers spread her folds again and he blew gently against her throbbing clit.
She moaned, “No, sir.”
“That’s my good girl.” He returned his attention to the task at hand. He took one of his fingers, which, for this purpose, he kept blunted and filed down, and slowly worked it into her tight cunt, curling it upwards and touching that spot deep inside of her which drove her so wild. His tongue, that clever and deft organ of his, flicked against her clit quickly, once, twice, three times. He moved his finger inside her in time. Her hips bucked against him of their own accord and she gasped his name.
He withdrew his finger slowly and slid the slippery appendage up and down her slit a few times before he continued going down until he was teasing the tight ring of her ass with it. ‘Well, this is new’, she thought to herself. He stopped lapping at her and looked up into her eyes, increasing the pressure on her asshole.
She gasped again as the tip of his finger worked its way into her, it was so foreign. “Garrus,” she groaned, “what are y…” he stopped her with a few flicks of his tongue against her neglected clit.
“I’ve done some more research.”
“I’ve never done this….” She trailed off and blushed. She actually blushed.
“Do you trust me?”
“Of course.”
“Then let me continue.”
She licked her lips nervously and nodded once. He worked his finger deeper into her. She could feel her own heartbeat as the ring of her ass clenched against his finger. This was so; she didn’t even have a word for it. Not dirty, or naughty, okay, maybe a little naughty, but it was more than that. It was just so …. intimate. He was pushing down even more barriers, right here, right now, with just the tip of his finger.
She tried to let herself go, tried to make herself relax, but she couldn’t seem to not focus on it. He took care of that for her as well, returning to work at her clit with that magnificent tongue of his, still teasing, still not quite enough pressure or speed to get her off, but enough to get her focused on the sensations building there.
And build it did. She could feel the muscles of her abdomen tensing, her thighs quivering, hips rocking against him in response to the feel of his mouth on her. His finger was now worked deeply into her ass and he ever so slowly started fucking her with it. The sensation remained foreign, but not unpleasant. If she were to be completely honest with herself it was in fact beginning to feel quite agreeable. He increased the pleasure on her clit, his tongue lashing at her. It was all she could do to keep her hands on the shelf behind as her body began singing in pleasure.
“Garrus,” she croaked, halfway between a gasp and a moan, “oh fuuuckk, Garrus.”
“Like that do you.”
“Yes,” she hissed, he increased his speed, “Oh god yes!”
He growled into her and she came with a harsh shout “Fuck! Garrusss!!” One hand let go of the shelf to brace herself on the bench, her entire body tightening with her release. He continued lapping at her gently as she came down from her orgasm. His superior hearing had caught the sound of the exterior door opening, he grinned to himself.
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Kaidan heard Shepard shout as soon as he entered the hangar. Worriedly he rushed around the corner to see if he could help but stopped immediately when he caught site of Shepard, naked as can be, head thrown back in what could only be pleasure. He turned away from the sight and ducked behind the shuttle bay, staring dumbly at the ground. His mind danced in circled for several moments, ‘Shepard and… Garrus?’ he thought to himself. ‘No, no, that couldn’t be.’ He shook his head, ‘I’m seeing things, or hearing things or something.’ He poked his head around the corner.
Commander Shepard, the most amazing woman he’d ever met, was sitting on a work bench, legs spread wide, while Garrus fucking Vakarian of all things was licking at her pussy like it was an ice cream cone. Garrus. Fucking. Vakarian. He wasn’t even human! If Alliance brass found out about this, if the media caught wind of this, it would be an absolute disaster. For both of them. Human/Turian couples were not just frowned upon, they were outright ostracized. And as far as he was concerned there wasn’t a turian alive or dead good enough for Jane Shepard.
He ducked back behind the shuttle, red faced with rage. And how could she, and after what they had shared, even consider Garrus? If she wanted someone on board to, well, do that with, he should have been first in line. He’d never really thought of hers as anything except his since the night they spent together before Ilos. And then she’d died… and then …
‘Damn’, he thought to himself. It was Horizon. He remembered Horizon. He remembered what he’d said. How he just let her have it, not willing to listen to a word she said. And all the while Garrus fucking Vakarian stood behind her. The turian was willing to stand by her side on a ship full of alien hating humans where Kaidan wouldn’t. Kaidan suddenly felt the need to get some air. He needed to get out of here, process this information, and figure out how to deal with it.
Garrus’ voice carried across the hangar, “Jane, did I give you permission to take your hand off the shelf?”
“No, sir.”
‘Sir’? Kaidan chewed the inside of his mouth for a minute. ‘Did she just call him sir?' Kaidan groaned inwardly. He had to see this. He crouched down a little lower, to make himself less visible, and was rewarded with an improved view.
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