Bath - FShep/Garrus 4/5
anonymous
August 4 2012, 07:16:02 UTC
“You’re getting stronger now anyway, Shepard. It won’t be much longer.” He knows she believed that her recovery would be faster than this, that somehow all the pieces of machine she was already stuffed with would be enough to make the process quicker, but her progress had slowed, creeping along at a snail’s pace. It’s something, though, and so long as there’s improvement, however small, he’ll be content to keep her with him.
“I miss you.”
“I’m right here.”
“No, I mean, I miss you. I miss us. I miss you inside of me.”
Soft laughter hums in his chest. “Me too. But you’ve got ways to go until you’re ready for that again.”
“Not if I lie back and let you do all the work.”
As much as the idea of being with her gets his heart beating a little faster, Garrus, in good conscience, can’t bring himself to really consider the thought. Even if she wants it, even if she’s asking for it, it feels too much like playing with fire and taking advantage for his own selfishness.
Their hands are still linked and Garrus once more begins feeling at her breast while his other trails down her abdomen, fingers stalling once they encounter the curls of hair between her thighs. Shepard trembles against him as soon as he gets close, even if he touches nothing directly, just caresses the flesh around it from the mons to the crease between sex and thigh.
“Don’t tease me,” she warns.
Garrus just kisses her scalp and shifts a leg under hers, forcing her calf to hook around his spur. Once done, he lifts his leg, planting a foot against the opposite end of the tub and wall, and hers does the same. Her body is cradled to him, nestled against his in every way, and again does his hand finally return to the apex of her thighs, this time finding her open.
The last time they’d done anything like this, it had been the night before they’d hit the Cronos station. Garrus had worshipped her body then, that time with far more skill than he had before the Omega-4 relay. If he thinks hard enough, he can even still taste her on his tongue, smell her deep in his olfactory senses. The water prevents such a gift now, but that doesn’t stop him anyway, and Garrus runs the pad of a finger between her pussy’s lips up to the top where he finds her clitoris. Achingly slow, he circles the bud of nerves, trying to coax it out and awake.
“How long have you thought about this?”
“Since they told me the Normandy was coming home,” she confesses with a moan.
“You know, all you had to do was ask.”
Shepard laughs, urging her hips to raise and press against his hand as he continues his ministrations. “Easier said than done.”
Just when she’s fallen into a pleasant, predictable numbness thanks to his skilled digits, Garrus lets that finger slip down, caressing her down to her entrance. He can see it in his mind’s eye, all colors of deep pink, and for a second he wishes they were out of the water where he could instead feel her slickness, how despite the general state of unwell that her body was in, Shepard could still spare the energy wasted on getting wet in anticipation of him.
Finger tip draws itself around the tight entrance of her vagina, slipping inside. He feels for the rougher patch of her upper wall, and begins to rub along it, gently at first, then with an increased pressure and insistence. Shepard’s thighs begin to quiver beyond her own control.
Bath - FShep/Garrus 5/5
anonymous
August 4 2012, 07:17:49 UTC
Shepard moans an incoherent reply, nodding her head. The frustration of wanting this for so long and being unable to have it-partially due to her exhaustion and pain and partially due to the fact that sliding her hand between her thighs in a hospital room just felt wrong, even for her-had been unbearable.
Garrus’ thumb comes back up to her clit, brushing over it in less synchronized movements as his finger still work inside her, but Shepard doesn’t care, can’t think of anything but his finger, insistent and convincing.
Her other thigh, the one missing the rest of it down from where her knee should have been, widens along with the other, like she’s offering her cunt, accessible and open, to him as he keeps working. Shepard grips at the sensitive flesh of his trim waist, and Garrus, too, lets out a soft moan, though he at least has some control over himself.
Shepard cries out. “Garrus!”
“I know you’re close,” he whispers, can feel it in the way her hips began to buck ever so slightly, can hear it in the strain of her voice. “Don’t come yet.”
Breathy, she protests. “I can’t-”
“Just wait, it’ll be worth it.”
Each second that passes, Shepard’s body coils tighter and tighter, tension in her from her toes up to her eyebrows. She stiffens, each moan a desperate plea for permission.
“Do you love me?”
Her fingers dig into his thigh, nails leaving their mark even in his thick hide and plates. “Ye-” Words catch, she fights off the urge for release. “Yes!”
His other arm around her squeezes her once more, and finally he whispers against her ear. “Come.”
She falls apart at his command, swallowing the moan as she bites her lip, body jerking against his. Garrus doesn’t let up, continuing to stroke and prod, only relenting as she grows weak and weary again, when he can feel her weight settle limp and tired against him. His hand cups her sex, unmoving, a finger resting comfortably between her lips.
Shepard turns her head towards him, her hand tugging at his mandible rather roughly and rudely, forcing their mouths to meet together. While they kiss, she shows him just about the most energy she’s had since London had been under Reaper control.
“I missed you,” Shepard reiterates her sentiments from earlier as she pulls back. Her head rests back on his chest.
Around them, the water’s grown cold. Garrus lets his own head rest against the cracked tile wall and continues to keep her close. “I missed you.”
Re: Bath - FShep/Garrus 5/5
anonymous
August 4 2012, 08:23:06 UTC
OP here: my god, this was all kinds of beautiful. It hurt to read, but it hurt so good. I'm honestly crying. The details in everything just blew me away, from the apartment to her insecurity to how genuine Garrus' love feels. Bookmarking the hell out of this because it's so wonderful.
Thank you so much for taking the time to fill this, and so quickly too; let me know if you'd like a certain prompt filled and I'll do my best to fill it :)
Re: Bath - FShep/Garrus 5/5
anonymous
August 8 2012, 19:26:06 UTC
A!A here, and no, thank you! It was a wonderful prompt and wonderful imagery to go along with it. Some prompts just get you. As soon as I read it, I knew I had write it, and I just sat myself down and didn't leave until it was all done.
I don't have any prompts I can think of right now, but Garrus/Shep are my ME OTP, so if you see any prompts for them that catch your eye, consider this my words of encouragement to fill it!
Re: Bath - FShep/Garrus 5/5
anonymous
August 4 2012, 13:18:07 UTC
I loved this. Weirdly, I've often imagined my Shep and Garrus sharing a moment very like that after the destroy ending so, yeah, I really enjoyed reading it. You have a lovely writing style.
Re: Bath - FShep/Garrus 5/5
anonymous
August 4 2012, 16:48:59 UTC
Damn it! That was so freaking beautiful. Wonderful, amazing, heart wrenchingly beautiful. Now if you will excuse me, A!A, I need to go clean the tears off my glasses.
Re: Bath - FShep/Garrus 5/5
anonymous
August 4 2012, 23:35:58 UTC
Speaking as someone who was once very sick and weak and painfully vulnerable (cancer) I can honestly say you touched on this situation so well. Feeling so exposed that you're raw and you just need to get better, hurry up, you know you can do more and be more and... it just hurts.
I loved this. I LOVED Garrus in this. What struck deepest (aside from Shepard not wanting him to touch her leg; that broke me) was when she asked if she'd ever be beautiful to him again. That she felt she was never what he really wanted.
Oooh, anon, this was so lovely to wake up to. Thank you. Thank you. Keep on writing. <3 <3
Re: Bath - FShep/Garrus 5/5
anonymous
August 9 2012, 02:31:18 UTC
THIS. IS. BEAUTIFUL. <3
Thank you for writing such a stunning piece, it honestly brought tears to my eyes.
(ALSOOO I'd just like to say that as I was reading, I thought, "This is so good and so well written, I bet it's by a certain one of my favourite ME authors!" Lo and behold, I check FF.net and your page is updated. AWESOME! I love, love, LOVE updates from you. <3)
Re: Bath - FShep/Garrus 5/5
anonymous
August 9 2012, 02:51:33 UTC
Thanks so much! Always happy to hear I have some frequent readers! I'm working on a few different things right now (Shakarian of course, how predictable am I?), but one fill is fighting me hardcore and I can't bring myself to give it up and move on just yet. I'm waiting for some inspiration.
“I miss you.”
“I’m right here.”
“No, I mean, I miss you. I miss us. I miss you inside of me.”
Soft laughter hums in his chest. “Me too. But you’ve got ways to go until you’re ready for that again.”
“Not if I lie back and let you do all the work.”
As much as the idea of being with her gets his heart beating a little faster, Garrus, in good conscience, can’t bring himself to really consider the thought. Even if she wants it, even if she’s asking for it, it feels too much like playing with fire and taking advantage for his own selfishness.
Their hands are still linked and Garrus once more begins feeling at her breast while his other trails down her abdomen, fingers stalling once they encounter the curls of hair between her thighs. Shepard trembles against him as soon as he gets close, even if he touches nothing directly, just caresses the flesh around it from the mons to the crease between sex and thigh.
“Don’t tease me,” she warns.
Garrus just kisses her scalp and shifts a leg under hers, forcing her calf to hook around his spur. Once done, he lifts his leg, planting a foot against the opposite end of the tub and wall, and hers does the same. Her body is cradled to him, nestled against his in every way, and again does his hand finally return to the apex of her thighs, this time finding her open.
The last time they’d done anything like this, it had been the night before they’d hit the Cronos station. Garrus had worshipped her body then, that time with far more skill than he had before the Omega-4 relay. If he thinks hard enough, he can even still taste her on his tongue, smell her deep in his olfactory senses. The water prevents such a gift now, but that doesn’t stop him anyway, and Garrus runs the pad of a finger between her pussy’s lips up to the top where he finds her clitoris. Achingly slow, he circles the bud of nerves, trying to coax it out and awake.
“How long have you thought about this?”
“Since they told me the Normandy was coming home,” she confesses with a moan.
“You know, all you had to do was ask.”
Shepard laughs, urging her hips to raise and press against his hand as he continues his ministrations. “Easier said than done.”
Just when she’s fallen into a pleasant, predictable numbness thanks to his skilled digits, Garrus lets that finger slip down, caressing her down to her entrance. He can see it in his mind’s eye, all colors of deep pink, and for a second he wishes they were out of the water where he could instead feel her slickness, how despite the general state of unwell that her body was in, Shepard could still spare the energy wasted on getting wet in anticipation of him.
Finger tip draws itself around the tight entrance of her vagina, slipping inside. He feels for the rougher patch of her upper wall, and begins to rub along it, gently at first, then with an increased pressure and insistence. Shepard’s thighs begin to quiver beyond her own control.
“Right there, hmm?”
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Garrus’ thumb comes back up to her clit, brushing over it in less synchronized movements as his finger still work inside her, but Shepard doesn’t care, can’t think of anything but his finger, insistent and convincing.
Her other thigh, the one missing the rest of it down from where her knee should have been, widens along with the other, like she’s offering her cunt, accessible and open, to him as he keeps working. Shepard grips at the sensitive flesh of his trim waist, and Garrus, too, lets out a soft moan, though he at least has some control over himself.
Shepard cries out. “Garrus!”
“I know you’re close,” he whispers, can feel it in the way her hips began to buck ever so slightly, can hear it in the strain of her voice. “Don’t come yet.”
Breathy, she protests. “I can’t-”
“Just wait, it’ll be worth it.”
Each second that passes, Shepard’s body coils tighter and tighter, tension in her from her toes up to her eyebrows. She stiffens, each moan a desperate plea for permission.
“Do you love me?”
Her fingers dig into his thigh, nails leaving their mark even in his thick hide and plates. “Ye-” Words catch, she fights off the urge for release. “Yes!”
His other arm around her squeezes her once more, and finally he whispers against her ear. “Come.”
She falls apart at his command, swallowing the moan as she bites her lip, body jerking against his. Garrus doesn’t let up, continuing to stroke and prod, only relenting as she grows weak and weary again, when he can feel her weight settle limp and tired against him. His hand cups her sex, unmoving, a finger resting comfortably between her lips.
Shepard turns her head towards him, her hand tugging at his mandible rather roughly and rudely, forcing their mouths to meet together. While they kiss, she shows him just about the most energy she’s had since London had been under Reaper control.
“I missed you,” Shepard reiterates her sentiments from earlier as she pulls back. Her head rests back on his chest.
Around them, the water’s grown cold. Garrus lets his own head rest against the cracked tile wall and continues to keep her close. “I missed you.”
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Thank you so much for taking the time to fill this, and so quickly too; let me know if you'd like a certain prompt filled and I'll do my best to fill it :)
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I don't have any prompts I can think of right now, but Garrus/Shep are my ME OTP, so if you see any prompts for them that catch your eye, consider this my words of encouragement to fill it!
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I give you my everythings. All my everythings.
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I loved this. I LOVED Garrus in this. What struck deepest (aside from Shepard not wanting him to touch her leg; that broke me) was when she asked if she'd ever be beautiful to him again. That she felt she was never what he really wanted.
Oooh, anon, this was so lovely to wake up to. Thank you. Thank you. Keep on writing. <3 <3
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First and foremost, I wanted to say I'm so very glad you're well and doing better than you were before!
Thank you for your kind words on the story. It had a lot of emotions, even for me, and it's wonderful to hear how it may have affected someone else.
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Thank you for writing such a stunning piece, it honestly brought tears to my eyes.
(ALSOOO I'd just like to say that as I was reading, I thought, "This is so good and so well written, I bet it's by a certain one of my favourite ME authors!" Lo and behold, I check FF.net and your page is updated. AWESOME! I love, love, LOVE updates from you. <3)
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