Re: Feral Fill 3.4
anonymous
January 17 2013, 00:56:32 UTC
A gentle snore woke her, her time on the streets had taught her to sleep lightly and even that soft sound was enough to jolt her from her slumber. She glanced up slowly; Garrus rested his back against a protruding rock, sleeping deeply it seemed; this would be her chance.
She rose carefully, tucking the blanket against him; the weight should pacify him during her little foray. Keeping her damaged leg stretched out behind her she crept toward the packs, fingers shaking in her anxiousness. There! She grinned as her hand closed around her comm unit, dragging it from the pack; with a careful glance back to verify that Garrus still slept she activated it, “Joker, come in. This is commander Shepard.”
“With all due respect, and I’m really not sure how much that is at this point, where the hell are you?”
“I might have lost track. I need you to trace this signal and arrange for pickup. Have you landed?”
“Hours ago. Grunt and Tali were out looking for you; they saw signs of a struggle. You kicked ass, right?”
“Of course. Listen, I need to talk to Dr. Mordin right now.”
“Mordin? All’s well?”
“Just get me Mordin.”
She shifted uncomfortably as she heard Garrus’ shallow breaths, “Hurry, Joker.” No, he couldn’t wake up now. This was crucial.
“Shepard, how can I help?”
Never had she been so happy to hear the good doctor’s voice.
“We have a bit of a situation. Garrus is… not himself.”
“How so?”
Shepard glanced back nervously, he was definitely waking; how would he react if he woke and she wasn’t there?
“I don’t know how else to put it, Garrus has gone feral. He’s not speaking, he’s not responding anything I say-”
Mordin cut her off. “This occurred when?”
“We were ambushed, got roughed up a little, he lost it.”
“Request clarification: who was ‘roughed up.’?”
Shepard ground her teeth, “I was, but that’s not important-”
“False. It is critical; this is a primal response. Typically triggered when a turian’s mate is exposed to danger.”
“What!” She winced and quieted. “We can discuss that later. What do I do while we wait for rescue”
“Be calm; turian female would secrete bonding hormone. Would halt the effects, with a human, impossible to predict.”
“Do you have any useful advice at all?” She snapped.
“Ingesting can be toxic. Potential trigger for an anaphylactic reaction.”
“Ingesting what?!” That sounded uncomfortably close to a panicked shriek.
Shepard lashed out when she felt a pair of strong arms close around her waist, drawing her back from the comm unit. There was an ominous crunching sound followed by a spark as Garrus ground it into the dust.
Shepard groaned, she’d been caught.
Aaand,,, next time we put the "kink" in "kinkmeme"
She rose carefully, tucking the blanket against him; the weight should pacify him during her little foray. Keeping her damaged leg stretched out behind her she crept toward the packs, fingers shaking in her anxiousness. There! She grinned as her hand closed around her comm unit, dragging it from the pack; with a careful glance back to verify that Garrus still slept she activated it, “Joker, come in. This is commander Shepard.”
“With all due respect, and I’m really not sure how much that is at this point, where the hell are you?”
“I might have lost track. I need you to trace this signal and arrange for pickup. Have you landed?”
“Hours ago. Grunt and Tali were out looking for you; they saw signs of a struggle. You kicked ass, right?”
“Of course. Listen, I need to talk to Dr. Mordin right now.”
“Mordin? All’s well?”
“Just get me Mordin.”
She shifted uncomfortably as she heard Garrus’ shallow breaths, “Hurry, Joker.” No, he couldn’t wake up now. This was crucial.
“Shepard, how can I help?”
Never had she been so happy to hear the good doctor’s voice.
“We have a bit of a situation. Garrus is… not himself.”
“How so?”
Shepard glanced back nervously, he was definitely waking; how would he react if he woke and she wasn’t there?
“I don’t know how else to put it, Garrus has gone feral. He’s not speaking, he’s not responding anything I say-”
Mordin cut her off. “This occurred when?”
“We were ambushed, got roughed up a little, he lost it.”
“Request clarification: who was ‘roughed up.’?”
Shepard ground her teeth, “I was, but that’s not important-”
“False. It is critical; this is a primal response. Typically triggered when a turian’s mate is exposed to danger.”
“What!” She winced and quieted. “We can discuss that later. What do I do while we wait for rescue”
“Be calm; turian female would secrete bonding hormone. Would halt the effects, with a human, impossible to predict.”
“Do you have any useful advice at all?” She snapped.
“Ingesting can be toxic. Potential trigger for an anaphylactic reaction.”
“Ingesting what?!” That sounded uncomfortably close to a panicked shriek.
Shepard lashed out when she felt a pair of strong arms close around her waist, drawing her back from the comm unit. There was an ominous crunching sound followed by a spark as Garrus ground it into the dust.
Shepard groaned, she’d been caught.
Aaand,,, next time we put the "kink" in "kinkmeme"
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AND TEASE US WITH KINKYNESS!
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