Shotgun as a Verb 6/20
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November 11 2012, 19:18:29 UTC
Shepard froze, pipe halfway to her mouth. Oops. She hadn't really thought about that part of it. Her thoughts had all been about if Garrus would want to smoke with her, not if he would be physically able to. Sometimes she almost forgot he wasn't human. "Well, I could shotgun it to you." Shepard said.
"You're kidding, right? What are you going to do, go grab your Katana and shoot smoke in my face?"
His left mandible twitched involuntarily. "Please tell me that's not what you're planning."
"Garrus, I'm not shooting anything." Shepard said, rolling her eyes. "it's just an old saying for if I smoke this normally and just... blow my hits into your mouth."
"Oh." Once again, he wasn't completely sure how to proceed. Turians didn't really have a particular propensity for touching their mouths together (the mandibles got in the way), but he knew humans did. What she was suggesting was fairly intimate, especially for her. Maybe she was subtly trying to see if - no, it was much more likely he was getting his cues wrong, just like always--
"...are you okay with that? ...Garrus?"
He looked up with a small start, pulled from his internal conflict. "I'm sorry, what was that last part?"
"Stay with me here. I asked if you're okay with that. With me doing the smoking for you."
Garrus gave a small nod.
"Okay. I can think of a few other ways we could do this, but shotgunning it to you is going to be the simplest way without some kind of preparation. Are you ready?"
"I'm as ready as I'm going to get." Garrus said, eyeing the colorful glass pipe. "What do I have to do?"
"Not much. When I lean in, just open your mouth and inhale. Hold it in your lungs a couple seconds then blow it back out." She got a devious smirk on her face. "Watch out, it might burn a little."
With that, Shepard pressed the pipe to her lips and lit it, pulling the pungent smoke into her lungs. Immediately after, she leaned toward Garrus and blew it towards his face. It seemed like he inhaled at the correct time, but very little of the smoke actually made it to its intended target. They both watched closely as Garrus exhaled, and Shepard groaned at their lack of success.
"I'm no expert, but that didn't seem to go like it was supposed to."
"It really didn't. Here, switch spots with me."
After Garrus was situated in the corner seat, Shepard sat down immediately next to him, legs folded beneath her. "Now lean back and slouch down until your head is level with mine. A little further. Okay. Try tucking your jaw plates in tight so you're only inhaling through the front of your mouth."
She clicked her handheld torch and lit the bowl again, taking another hit before quickly sitting the pipe back down. Taking care to avoid his recent injuries, Shepard leaned in extremely close and placed her fingers along the tips of his mandibles, gently helping him make a better seal. With her mouth mere centimeters from his, she slightly parted her lips and blew the thick smoke directly into Garrus's waiting mouth.
"You're kidding, right? What are you going to do, go grab your Katana and shoot smoke in my face?"
His left mandible twitched involuntarily. "Please tell me that's not what you're planning."
"Garrus, I'm not shooting anything." Shepard said, rolling her eyes. "it's just an old saying for if I smoke this normally and just... blow my hits into your mouth."
"Oh." Once again, he wasn't completely sure how to proceed. Turians didn't really have a particular propensity for touching their mouths together (the mandibles got in the way), but he knew humans did. What she was suggesting was fairly intimate, especially for her. Maybe she was subtly trying to see if - no, it was much more likely he was getting his cues wrong, just like always--
"...are you okay with that? ...Garrus?"
He looked up with a small start, pulled from his internal conflict. "I'm sorry, what was that last part?"
"Stay with me here. I asked if you're okay with that. With me doing the smoking for you."
Garrus gave a small nod.
"Okay. I can think of a few other ways we could do this, but shotgunning it to you is going to be the simplest way without some kind of preparation. Are you ready?"
"I'm as ready as I'm going to get." Garrus said, eyeing the colorful glass pipe. "What do I have to do?"
"Not much. When I lean in, just open your mouth and inhale. Hold it in your lungs a couple seconds then blow it back out." She got a devious smirk on her face. "Watch out, it might burn a little."
With that, Shepard pressed the pipe to her lips and lit it, pulling the pungent smoke into her lungs. Immediately after, she leaned toward Garrus and blew it towards his face. It seemed like he inhaled at the correct time, but very little of the smoke actually made it to its intended target. They both watched closely as Garrus exhaled, and Shepard groaned at their lack of success.
"I'm no expert, but that didn't seem to go like it was supposed to."
"It really didn't. Here, switch spots with me."
After Garrus was situated in the corner seat, Shepard sat down immediately next to him, legs folded beneath her. "Now lean back and slouch down until your head is level with mine. A little further. Okay. Try tucking your jaw plates in tight so you're only inhaling through the front of your mouth."
She clicked her handheld torch and lit the bowl again, taking another hit before quickly sitting the pipe back down. Taking care to avoid his recent injuries, Shepard leaned in extremely close and placed her fingers along the tips of his mandibles, gently helping him make a better seal. With her mouth mere centimeters from his, she slightly parted her lips and blew the thick smoke directly into Garrus's waiting mouth.
It worked this time.
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