Re: FemShep/Garrus - Awkward Encounters of the First Kind - Pt 4/?
anonymous
November 12 2012, 20:31:35 UTC
Thanks for the feedback, you lovely lot - have some more shenanigans on me!
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She walks away before he can reply and hopes she carried off the angry commander act.
A lesser woman may have cried, lashed out, but that’s simply not her thing. Besides, what right did she have to do that? Garrus wasn’t hers. He wasn’t on a mission. He had every right to get serviced by an asari in some seedy club. All she could do was express her disappointment as a senior officer. Let him stew on that.
But damn if she doesn’t want to go somewhere and have a good hard sob.
There’s something though. Something to do with seeing him with another species. Is she really that masochistic to be glad he can engage in relations with a non-turian?
But everyone likes asari. Even salarians get a little hot under the gills when those blue maidens do their thing.
And that one was certainly doing her thing. Shepard knows that image of Garrus, legs wide and head thrown back as nimble hands work him to orgasm, will surface late at night when loyal thoughts of Kaidan won’t do.
Enough of that. Even though she feels it might be possible, on a purely carnal level, to have Vakarian, and yes, part of her wants that so, so badly, other considerations outweigh her desire to have him in her bed. The fact that the relationship might not stray beyond her cabin. That she loves their little talks in the main battery, without the awkwardness and complications sex might bring. The crew. The mission. And the fact she didn’t want just sex.
‘No,’ she murmurs at a passing krogan eyeing up the bag in her hand.
She wanted all of him.
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‘Pass the salt, please.’
People forget she has eyes as well as a mouth, so Jack watches. She watches Vakarian hand the little bottle to Shephard and flinch when his fingers brush hers. She watches Shepard flush at the contact. She watches as Shepard sprinkles hardly any of the stuff on her excuse for food, almost as though she didn’t want any at all.
And she wonders.
‘Enjoy the handjob, Garrus?’
Garrus’s reaction is to freeze his glare on her. The others are more spectacular, especially Tali who starts choking inside her suit.
‘Good to blow off steam, huh,’ she adds, forking a mouthful of paste and grinning at the shocked faces around the table. ‘What? You guys never get a shuffle from an asari before? All those little fingers...almost as good as a human’s.’
‘People are trying to eat, Jack.’
‘C’mon, Shepard. Not as if I’m talking about fucking a krogan. No offense, Grunt.’
Grunt grunted.
‘I’m talking about fucking a turian. Probably the only flavour I’ve never tried. Up for it, Garrus? Got a little hankering for some pink and squishy?’
She alternated her gaze between her victims and was pleased with the results. Garrus looked ready to tear her lungs out, Shepard deliberately unconcerned. Oh, they wanted each other alright, even if the other didn’t know it.
Well, her work here was done.
‘I’ll be in my bunk, Vakarian; bring your scarred ass when you’re ready. Unless you’ve got another scarred ass in mind.’
Jack left them to the fallout, hoping they take the hint and finally shag the brains out of one another. And they say she only thinks of herself. Ha!
He’s a bad turian. It’s become a sort of mantra, cliché but true.
He laughed off Jack’s little outburst but the truth was out there; he wants Shepard. And now everyone knows. Shepard knows.
He’s not so dramatic (or selfish) as to imagine leaving the ship, abandoning his post and the mission. He has a job to do. Duties. Maybe there was a little turian in him after all.
And so he does his job and fiddles with that damn cannon, trying not to think or acknowledge that she’s just entered the main battery.
‘Garrus, got a minute?’
‘Can it wait? I’m in the middle of some-’
‘Consider it an order, Vakarian.’
He turns. ‘Dinner was interesting. Any chance Jack eats in the decontaminator from now on?’
She doesn’t smile.
‘Hold on. You’re not checking whether I was actually with Jack, are you? Because I’m really not-’
‘We can’t go on like this.’
He watches her carefully as she sits on the crate, hands laced in her lap. ‘I’m going to be truthful, Garrus, and I’d be grateful if you’d return the favour.’
Spirits, she going to ask him to leave the Normandy. She can’t handle him hanging around like some pyjak in heat. The thought repulses her. Spirits.
‘Shepard-’
‘Jack was...inelegant.’ A smile tugs the corner of her mouth. ‘But she’s no liar, I’ll give her that. So what I’m asking is.’ She closes her eyes; when she opens them she’s finally looking at him. ‘Do you have feelings for me?’
Careful, Vakarian. ‘This hardly seems fair, Shepard. You want honesty, but you’ve given me nothing. Tell me this; whatever answer I give, am I leaving the Normandy?’
‘No.’
He almost sags with relief. ‘Then, yes.’
‘Yes what?’
‘Yes. Yes, I have feelings for you, Shepard.’
Everything grows very still. Her breathing, his heart. The console beeps and he half-turns.
‘Sexual feelings?’
He jabs at the offending console then leans heavily against it, fully turned from her now. What’s left to be ashamed of? Yes Shepard, I masturbate to fantasies of you is the least of his concerns. ‘Those sort of feelings, yes,’ he admits.
‘And...that’s it?’
‘Spirits! What more do you want?’
‘What’ve you got?’
He recognises that voice - it’s the one she gives when she’s made a bad call, when she’s charged headlong into a knot of enemies, leaving him breathless as he picks them off from a distance. ‘Worried, Vakarian?’ she’ll grin when he confronts her. Too cool, too collected.
He turns and she’s standing with hands on hips, stance firm as though braced for some kind of impact.
‘You’re being cocky with me? Now, Shepard? Really?’
‘Come on; hit me with your best shot, soldier.’
She sounds like some fucking VI. He tells her she’s the first human he’s ever been attracted to and she’s talking like some fucking VI?
‘Okay, Shepard.’ He takes a step closer. ‘I want to fuck you. I want to see you pinned beneath my cock.’ Another step. ‘I want to take on that console, right there. Right now, if you’ll let me.’ Closer still. ‘I want to claim you. I want to smash that fucking picture by your bed.’ In front of her now. ‘And I want this.’
He lifts a hand to her face, feeling her alien skin for the first time. He expects the reaction in himself, the sudden heat, the feeling of doing something right for the first time in a long while. What he doesn’t expect is her to lean into his touch, to turn her head slightly so her lips touch his palm.
‘Shepard?’
She moves his hand to her waist so he can pull her close. Her eyelashes tremble as she presses a kiss to his mouth. ‘You have no idea,’ she breathes. ‘How long I’ve wanted to hear that.’
And she has no idea how much he’s wanted to taste her mouth, as he’s doing now, or lift her so she’s sitting on the console with him between her thighs.
‘Spirits,’ she almost moans.
‘Pretty sure that’s my line.’
‘Shut up, Vakarian.’
He decides to disobey a direst order. ‘I’m going to fuck you, Shepard; I made a promise, remember? Right here on this console. Right now.’
Her hips grind against him a last time then she scoots so he can yank down her pants, exposing pale flesh. He groans at the smoothness of her thighs, so smooth he has to taste, bending to draw his tongue up the inside of her leg and closer to the delicious scent of her. Delicious and familiar; a last lucid thought tells him he was scenting her arousal when she was around him and he grasps her buttocks hard, thumbing apart the seam of her sex so he can see the pink folds. Glistening. He can make them wetter. His tongue draws a ragged gasp from her and she leans back her elbows on the console to watch him dip the tip inside, tasting her.
He’s crooning with pleasure, something that hasn’t happened for a long time. His cock is fierce, throbbing. He has to free it. He roughly tugs the armour from his groin and growls, both at the sensation of his member springing free and the predatory heat in her eyes.
He pumps his cock a few times, unable to help himself, then stops. Breathes. He stands, giving her one last lick, and allows her to inspect him. She’s breathing hard, gaze rapt on his length. It twitches at her eager curiousity and she grasps it, seemly taken with the ridges at its base. He’s too far gone for more than the senseless sounds of arousal, a constant, growling purr, as she places her mouth to the tip of his swollen cock and licks. He inhales roughly and she pulls back. Her lust looks almost painful.
Re: FemShep/Garrus - Awkward Encounters of the First Kind - Pt 7/7
anonymous
November 13 2012, 22:05:25 UTC
Done, done, and I'm onto the next one...thanks for the feedback you magnificent dudes!
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One step and his cock is pressed against her wetness and he’s there, inside her. Heat, delicious heat. She grips him somehow, as though her sex has a will of its own and he thrusts; hard and deep, drawing a gasp. He’s buried as far as he is able, lost in the hungry spasms and twitches of those wicked muscles inside her.
He braces himself as she leans back on the console, spreading her thighs wider, opening for him. He fucks her. He fills his promise and fucks her with hard, purposeful thrusts as she gasps and locks her legs around him. She’s too tight and he’s too far gone and he can feel it building too quickly.
‘Shepard,’ he manages, but she’s already there, back arching so his thrusts hit even more deeply and he’s undone, grabbing her hips so he can stay buried hard inside her as he comes.
He draws his tongue up her throat as their hips slow, licking her pulse as she goes limp beneath him. It’s a turian thing, but she doesn’t seem to mind. Bit late for that now; he smiles as he pulls out gently.
As couplings go, it seems turian/human ones are messy. He likes this proof of their sex, their joining. His eager cock protests but he tucks it away anyway.
‘Mm,’ she murmurs as he bends to cup her face. ‘I like when you keep your promises.’
‘Then I promise to do that again.’
Her eyes open and gaze into his. ‘God, Vakarian. I love you, you know that?’
No, he didn’t, and the realisation is just sinking in when-
‘Fucking knew it!’
‘Jesus!’ Shepard almost shrieks as Garrus jumps to face the creature standing triumphantly in the doorway.
‘Look at me - I’m matchmaking gold!’ Jack punched her omnitool. ‘Kasumi, break out the saki.’
Kasumi’s chuckle was already fading as Jack raced off.
Shepard is on her feet and hopping into her slacks. She looks sweaty and flushed, and he feels a flash of pride; he did that. ‘Think they all knew?’
Garrus pulls her close once she’s made herself presentable; it feels right, if strange. He’s more than happy to get used to it. ‘I guess I haven’t been too subtle.’
‘Join the club’
‘Well I didn’t notice.’
‘What kind of eagle-eye sharp shooter are you?’
He chuckles against her throat. ‘The best.’
They stay there a while, sated and content just to hold one another. Then she sighed.
‘Come on, we’d best face the music. Maybe get a few drinks out of it.’
‘Just a second,’ he murmurs, pulling her back into his embrace. ‘Did you mean it?’
She presses a hand to his scars. ‘More than you know.’
He holds her tightly, feeling a peculiar little croon start up in his chest. Now that was new...
‘You serenading me, soldier?’
The hum intensified, and realisation seemed to dawn; her expression softened into the sweetest, most toothiest of human smiles.
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She walks away before he can reply and hopes she carried off the angry commander act.
A lesser woman may have cried, lashed out, but that’s simply not her thing. Besides, what right did she have to do that? Garrus wasn’t hers. He wasn’t on a mission. He had every right to get serviced by an asari in some seedy club. All she could do was express her disappointment as a senior officer. Let him stew on that.
But damn if she doesn’t want to go somewhere and have a good hard sob.
There’s something though. Something to do with seeing him with another species. Is she really that masochistic to be glad he can engage in relations with a non-turian?
But everyone likes asari. Even salarians get a little hot under the gills when those blue maidens do their thing.
And that one was certainly doing her thing. Shepard knows that image of Garrus, legs wide and head thrown back as nimble hands work him to orgasm, will surface late at night when loyal thoughts of Kaidan won’t do.
Enough of that. Even though she feels it might be possible, on a purely carnal level, to have Vakarian, and yes, part of her wants that so, so badly, other considerations outweigh her desire to have him in her bed. The fact that the relationship might not stray beyond her cabin. That she loves their little talks in the main battery, without the awkwardness and complications sex might bring. The crew. The mission. And the fact she didn’t want just sex.
‘No,’ she murmurs at a passing krogan eyeing up the bag in her hand.
She wanted all of him.
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‘Pass the salt, please.’
People forget she has eyes as well as a mouth, so Jack watches. She watches Vakarian hand the little bottle to Shephard and flinch when his fingers brush hers. She watches Shepard flush at the contact. She watches as Shepard sprinkles hardly any of the stuff on her excuse for food, almost as though she didn’t want any at all.
And she wonders.
‘Enjoy the handjob, Garrus?’
Garrus’s reaction is to freeze his glare on her. The others are more spectacular, especially Tali who starts choking inside her suit.
‘Good to blow off steam, huh,’ she adds, forking a mouthful of paste and grinning at the shocked faces around the table. ‘What? You guys never get a shuffle from an asari before? All those little fingers...almost as good as a human’s.’
‘People are trying to eat, Jack.’
‘C’mon, Shepard. Not as if I’m talking about fucking a krogan. No offense, Grunt.’
Grunt grunted.
‘I’m talking about fucking a turian. Probably the only flavour I’ve never tried. Up for it, Garrus? Got a little hankering for some pink and squishy?’
She alternated her gaze between her victims and was pleased with the results. Garrus looked ready to tear her lungs out, Shepard deliberately unconcerned. Oh, they wanted each other alright, even if the other didn’t know it.
Well, her work here was done.
‘I’ll be in my bunk, Vakarian; bring your scarred ass when you’re ready. Unless you’ve got another scarred ass in mind.’
Jack left them to the fallout, hoping they take the hint and finally shag the brains out of one another. And they say she only thinks of herself. Ha!
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He’s a bad turian. It’s become a sort of mantra, cliché but true.
He laughed off Jack’s little outburst but the truth was out there; he wants Shepard. And now everyone knows. Shepard knows.
He’s not so dramatic (or selfish) as to imagine leaving the ship, abandoning his post and the mission. He has a job to do. Duties. Maybe there was a little turian in him after all.
And so he does his job and fiddles with that damn cannon, trying not to think or acknowledge that she’s just entered the main battery.
‘Garrus, got a minute?’
‘Can it wait? I’m in the middle of some-’
‘Consider it an order, Vakarian.’
He turns. ‘Dinner was interesting. Any chance Jack eats in the decontaminator from now on?’
She doesn’t smile.
‘Hold on. You’re not checking whether I was actually with Jack, are you? Because I’m really not-’
‘We can’t go on like this.’
He watches her carefully as she sits on the crate, hands laced in her lap. ‘I’m going to be truthful, Garrus, and I’d be grateful if you’d return the favour.’
Spirits, she going to ask him to leave the Normandy. She can’t handle him hanging around like some pyjak in heat. The thought repulses her. Spirits.
‘Shepard-’
‘Jack was...inelegant.’ A smile tugs the corner of her mouth. ‘But she’s no liar, I’ll give her that. So what I’m asking is.’ She closes her eyes; when she opens them she’s finally looking at him. ‘Do you have feelings for me?’
Careful, Vakarian. ‘This hardly seems fair, Shepard. You want honesty, but you’ve given me nothing. Tell me this; whatever answer I give, am I leaving the Normandy?’
‘No.’
He almost sags with relief. ‘Then, yes.’
‘Yes what?’
‘Yes. Yes, I have feelings for you, Shepard.’
Everything grows very still. Her breathing, his heart. The console beeps and he half-turns.
‘Sexual feelings?’
He jabs at the offending console then leans heavily against it, fully turned from her now. What’s left to be ashamed of? Yes Shepard, I masturbate to fantasies of you is the least of his concerns. ‘Those sort of feelings, yes,’ he admits.
‘And...that’s it?’
‘Spirits! What more do you want?’
‘What’ve you got?’
He recognises that voice - it’s the one she gives when she’s made a bad call, when she’s charged headlong into a knot of enemies, leaving him breathless as he picks them off from a distance. ‘Worried, Vakarian?’ she’ll grin when he confronts her. Too cool, too collected.
He turns and she’s standing with hands on hips, stance firm as though braced for some kind of impact.
‘You’re being cocky with me? Now, Shepard? Really?’
‘Come on; hit me with your best shot, soldier.’
She sounds like some fucking VI. He tells her she’s the first human he’s ever been attracted to and she’s talking like some fucking VI?
‘Okay, Shepard.’ He takes a step closer. ‘I want to fuck you. I want to see you pinned beneath my cock.’ Another step. ‘I want to take on that console, right there. Right now, if you’ll let me.’ Closer still. ‘I want to claim you. I want to smash that fucking picture by your bed.’ In front of her now. ‘And I want this.’
He lifts a hand to her face, feeling her alien skin for the first time. He expects the reaction in himself, the sudden heat, the feeling of doing something right for the first time in a long while. What he doesn’t expect is her to lean into his touch, to turn her head slightly so her lips touch his palm.
‘Shepard?’
She moves his hand to her waist so he can pull her close. Her eyelashes tremble as she presses a kiss to his mouth. ‘You have no idea,’ she breathes. ‘How long I’ve wanted to hear that.’
And she has no idea how much he’s wanted to taste her mouth, as he’s doing now, or lift her so she’s sitting on the console with him between her thighs.
‘Spirits,’ she almost moans.
‘Pretty sure that’s my line.’
‘Shut up, Vakarian.’
He decides to disobey a direst order. ‘I’m going to fuck you, Shepard; I made a promise, remember? Right here on this console. Right now.’
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Her eyes are glittery, feral.
Her hips grind against him a last time then she scoots so he can yank down her pants, exposing pale flesh. He groans at the smoothness of her thighs, so smooth he has to taste, bending to draw his tongue up the inside of her leg and closer to the delicious scent of her. Delicious and familiar; a last lucid thought tells him he was scenting her arousal when she was around him and he grasps her buttocks hard, thumbing apart the seam of her sex so he can see the pink folds. Glistening. He can make them wetter. His tongue draws a ragged gasp from her and she leans back her elbows on the console to watch him dip the tip inside, tasting her.
He’s crooning with pleasure, something that hasn’t happened for a long time. His cock is fierce, throbbing. He has to free it. He roughly tugs the armour from his groin and growls, both at the sensation of his member springing free and the predatory heat in her eyes.
He pumps his cock a few times, unable to help himself, then stops. Breathes. He stands, giving her one last lick, and allows her to inspect him. She’s breathing hard, gaze rapt on his length. It twitches at her eager curiousity and she grasps it, seemly taken with the ridges at its base. He’s too far gone for more than the senseless sounds of arousal, a constant, growling purr, as she places her mouth to the tip of his swollen cock and licks. He inhales roughly and she pulls back. Her lust looks almost painful.
‘Garrus...’ she pleads.
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One step and his cock is pressed against her wetness and he’s there, inside her. Heat, delicious heat. She grips him somehow, as though her sex has a will of its own and he thrusts; hard and deep, drawing a gasp. He’s buried as far as he is able, lost in the hungry spasms and twitches of those wicked muscles inside her.
He braces himself as she leans back on the console, spreading her thighs wider, opening for him. He fucks her. He fills his promise and fucks her with hard, purposeful thrusts as she gasps and locks her legs around him. She’s too tight and he’s too far gone and he can feel it building too quickly.
‘Shepard,’ he manages, but she’s already there, back arching so his thrusts hit even more deeply and he’s undone, grabbing her hips so he can stay buried hard inside her as he comes.
He draws his tongue up her throat as their hips slow, licking her pulse as she goes limp beneath him. It’s a turian thing, but she doesn’t seem to mind. Bit late for that now; he smiles as he pulls out gently.
As couplings go, it seems turian/human ones are messy. He likes this proof of their sex, their joining. His eager cock protests but he tucks it away anyway.
‘Mm,’ she murmurs as he bends to cup her face. ‘I like when you keep your promises.’
‘Then I promise to do that again.’
Her eyes open and gaze into his. ‘God, Vakarian. I love you, you know that?’
No, he didn’t, and the realisation is just sinking in when-
‘Fucking knew it!’
‘Jesus!’ Shepard almost shrieks as Garrus jumps to face the creature standing triumphantly in the doorway.
‘Look at me - I’m matchmaking gold!’ Jack punched her omnitool. ‘Kasumi, break out the saki.’
Kasumi’s chuckle was already fading as Jack raced off.
Shepard is on her feet and hopping into her slacks. She looks sweaty and flushed, and he feels a flash of pride; he did that. ‘Think they all knew?’
Garrus pulls her close once she’s made herself presentable; it feels right, if strange. He’s more than happy to get used to it. ‘I guess I haven’t been too subtle.’
‘Join the club’
‘Well I didn’t notice.’
‘What kind of eagle-eye sharp shooter are you?’
He chuckles against her throat. ‘The best.’
They stay there a while, sated and content just to hold one another. Then she sighed.
‘Come on, we’d best face the music. Maybe get a few drinks out of it.’
‘Just a second,’ he murmurs, pulling her back into his embrace. ‘Did you mean it?’
She presses a hand to his scars. ‘More than you know.’
He holds her tightly, feeling a peculiar little croon start up in his chest. Now that was new...
‘You serenading me, soldier?’
The hum intensified, and realisation seemed to dawn; her expression softened into the sweetest, most toothiest of human smiles.
Love you too, Shepard.
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