After Dark II 12
anonymous
November 28 2012, 12:43:22 UTC
But after some time together, she wished for nothing more than to melt in his arms. Garrus often held her painfully close to himself as if he was afraid she’d disappear if he let go even a little bit. His body was hard and had many sharp angles that pressed in her flesh and kept her awake until he shifted in his sleep and she could move without waking him. Still, she never complained, she could endure more than before and this way she could repay for some of the things he had gone through because of her. And despite all inconveniences, she enjoyed it as well.
It was two weeks later when more happened. They were lying on her bed kissing for longer time than ever before. The plated parts of his face and body had healed enough for her to touch without causing him pain and her fingers were grazing his mandibles while their tongues met, exploring each other for who knew which time. Shepard had noticed a while ago it was no longer just a way for her to express her feelings, but it also sent waves of heat to her groin. With a bit of practice he had become so good at kissing she had nothing to complain about.
But Shepard didn’t mention that his touch made her feel differently than before, afraid it would end just like their first attempt. He had found out when his hand slipped under her shirt, his fingers tracing her spine, and she couldn’t stop the shiver or the small sound of enjoyment. He broke the kiss, trailing his wet, hot tongue to her neck, over the sensitive skin there and behind her ear. This time she let out a true moan and he raised his head to look at her, his expression mixed lust and uncertainty.
“Do you want to try? Again?” he asked.
Shepard smiled. “Isn’t the answer kind of obvious?” she asked, pulling him back to her neck.
God, he was amazing at what he did. His tongue was longer, stronger and rougher than human’s and the way he used it made her throw her head back to give him more access. She moved her hands between them to open his shirt. She never thought spending a few weeks in turian clothes would come in handy someday. His hands were on her sides and she felt his hold tighten when she stroked his waist with her palms. Garrus raised his head to kiss her on lips hard and she pulled him closer against her own body.
She was sure everything would work out this time. It wasn’t rushed or in any way desperate. She didn’t want to prove him or herself that her feelings were real or that she had gotten over the past, instead her only wish was to give herself to him completely, to a point only the two of them existed. He straightened up to remove his shirt completely and Shepard used the moment to get out hers. She sat up and pushed against his chest lightly so that he’d lie down.
Shepard’s fingers explored every part of him she hadn’t before, dragging them lightly over his plates and flesh. Then she added her lips, kissing every part she had just touched, moving lower. She knew he probably didn’t feel it on the natural armor that covered most of his upper body, but she did it for herself as much as for him and when she grazed a sensitive patch of skin, his reactions, no matter how subtle, told her all she needed . A small sigh, barely noticeable shiver, a deeper inhale of breath…
She stopped at his pants. There was clearly visible bulge. She looked up and saw him watching her without the slightest movement. She opened them slowly, giving him a chance to stop her, but Garrus only moved his mandibles slightly. She didn’t know how to translate it, but she was sure he’d say something if she made him uncomfortable. Shepard freed his dark blue erection and he raised his hips to let her remove his pants completely.
It was two weeks later when more happened. They were lying on her bed kissing for longer time than ever before. The plated parts of his face and body had healed enough for her to touch without causing him pain and her fingers were grazing his mandibles while their tongues met, exploring each other for who knew which time. Shepard had noticed a while ago it was no longer just a way for her to express her feelings, but it also sent waves of heat to her groin. With a bit of practice he had become so good at kissing she had nothing to complain about.
But Shepard didn’t mention that his touch made her feel differently than before, afraid it would end just like their first attempt. He had found out when his hand slipped under her shirt, his fingers tracing her spine, and she couldn’t stop the shiver or the small sound of enjoyment. He broke the kiss, trailing his wet, hot tongue to her neck, over the sensitive skin there and behind her ear. This time she let out a true moan and he raised his head to look at her, his expression mixed lust and uncertainty.
“Do you want to try? Again?” he asked.
Shepard smiled. “Isn’t the answer kind of obvious?” she asked, pulling him back to her neck.
God, he was amazing at what he did. His tongue was longer, stronger and rougher than human’s and the way he used it made her throw her head back to give him more access. She moved her hands between them to open his shirt. She never thought spending a few weeks in turian clothes would come in handy someday. His hands were on her sides and she felt his hold tighten when she stroked his waist with her palms. Garrus raised his head to kiss her on lips hard and she pulled him closer against her own body.
She was sure everything would work out this time. It wasn’t rushed or in any way desperate. She didn’t want to prove him or herself that her feelings were real or that she had gotten over the past, instead her only wish was to give herself to him completely, to a point only the two of them existed. He straightened up to remove his shirt completely and Shepard used the moment to get out hers. She sat up and pushed against his chest lightly so that he’d lie down.
Shepard’s fingers explored every part of him she hadn’t before, dragging them lightly over his plates and flesh. Then she added her lips, kissing every part she had just touched, moving lower. She knew he probably didn’t feel it on the natural armor that covered most of his upper body, but she did it for herself as much as for him and when she grazed a sensitive patch of skin, his reactions, no matter how subtle, told her all she needed . A small sigh, barely noticeable shiver, a deeper inhale of breath…
She stopped at his pants. There was clearly visible bulge. She looked up and saw him watching her without the slightest movement. She opened them slowly, giving him a chance to stop her, but Garrus only moved his mandibles slightly. She didn’t know how to translate it, but she was sure he’d say something if she made him uncomfortable. Shepard freed his dark blue erection and he raised his hips to let her remove his pants completely.
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