Dancing Desire. 2/?
anonymous
March 15 2013, 01:15:47 UTC
“...You know it, and it gets even better when you try it in bed.” Garrus' voice hummed in Shepard's ears. He pulled her up closely to him, feeling her heart beating. Seems like his research paid off once again. “Your place or mine?” She grinned thinking about her newly acquired bed just waiting upstairs in her apartment. Garrus flared his mandibles revealing his dirtiest of Turian smiles, giving her the answer she knew she'd get. He released her from his tight grasp and watched her walk off the dance floor. Those legs, the curves of her feminine figure. He almost thought it a crime for her to be allowed into armour when she had a body like that. After taking in the view of her he quickly sauntered off the dance floor, linking arms with Shepard. Garrus glanced over to the bar, noticing Vega slung against it downing a shot of purple liquid. He knew Vega was watching them, even if he tried to act casual. Feeling a sudden rush of dominance come over him he drew Shepard in close, placing his hands around her waist, taking in her scent. Bowing his head he met his mouth plates with Shepard's plump gentle lips, their tongues meeting. He felt Shepard's heart beating fast as they parted from each other, their eyes locking. “Damn it Vakarian, you can't keep teasing a girl like this.” Shepard breathed with a wry smile.
Hand in hand Shepard and Garrus almost ran from the casino, escaping into the cool air of the strip. Shepard lead the way through the crowds as she hurried to the end, and to her apartment building. “This elevator is too damn slow.” Garrus' voice rumbled into her ear as he nipped at her neck, running his tongue along her collar bone. Shepard was breathless, lost in his touch. If it hadn't been for his arms wrapped around her waist and back she knew she'd have been on the floor melting at the sound of his voice, in the intensity of his seduction. “Then again, gives us a little more time I suppose.” He murmured running his teeth gently across her neckline. “What is it with you and elevators, Garrus?” Shepard joked, managing to get her voice back, but only for her to loose it again to a weak moan as he ran his hands up her body and towards her breasts, running his mouth up her neck towards her ear. “I really like this outfit.” He murmured, as the doors to the elevator opened.
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Vega downed another shot, then another. He wasn't sure how he'd come to this. Commander Shepard: legend, hero, Saviour of the Citadel, destroyer of The Collectors, and after what happened on Rannoch, destroyer of Reapers. She was so much more than any woman he'd met, so much more than any person he'd ever met. Was it love? Admiration? He wasn't sure, maybe another shot would help. The bartender gladly poured him out another to which Vega picked up the glass and knocked the liquid back. Whatever it was that he felt he couldn't ignore it, the heat, the passion, the uncontrollable need he had for her. The amount of times he'd thought about her on those lonely nights on The Normandy. After a wave at the bartender, he poured out another shot for Vega, who drank it down quickly. She was with Garrus, who seemed to take great pleasure in flaunting their affections in his face. Maybe he just had to get them apart. Get Shepard to see him in another light, as something more than just another crew mate. Shepard's party would be tonight, maybe he'd have the opportunity to get Garrus out of the way, and into Shepard's bed.
Re: Dancing Desire. 2/?
anonymous
March 15 2013, 05:04:16 UTC
OP here. This is so good it has to be fattening. I love the different focuses on the characters and what they're thinking. That last line made me melt. Thanks so much for filling :)
Re: Dancing Desire. 2/?
anonymous
March 15 2013, 16:44:16 UTC
Writer Anon here, Glad you like it so far. I'll have more up soon, I promise. Great thing about writing this is it gives me an excuse to replay Citadel.
Dancing Desire. 3/?
anonymous
March 15 2013, 20:41:22 UTC
“G... Garrus.” Shepard moaned from underneath him. “Hmmmm.” Garrus buzzed in her ear as he ran his talons through her loose black hair. Sweat dripping from her brow as her green eyes stared at him lustily. He pressed inside her harder, filling her deeper than before. She breathed hard, her pulse racing, moaning with each and every movement inside her. Almost at her climax, just how he wanted her, but he wasn't done yet. She sat upwards pulling her arms around his head. She roughly rubbed her hands around the base of his fringe, sending shivers through him. She smiled, feeling him press his cock harder inside. “Shepard.” He hummed, always surprised at the pleasure a five fingered hand could give him. Pulling her head back with his talons and pressing his teeth on her neck, he bit down on her in his passionate frenzy. She couldn't take it any more, her orgasm came first as he pumped her deep and hard. He flared his mandibles and smiled down at her, hearing the loud moans. He carefully whispered her first name in her ear, this always aroused her - sending her over the edge, she clenched around on his cock. Shepard's moans sent him flying into his own orgasm, releasing himself inside her.
She sank back to the bed, her chest heaving, body gleaming with sweat. Garrus lay down next to her gliding his talons along her naked flesh. “This bed is much softer than the one on the Normandy.” Shepard giggled between her heavy panting, smiling up at her Turian boyfriend. They curled around each other, holding each other in the silence. Shepard wished that they could have had more moments like these, that instead of fighting in the war, they could just remain safe, warm and together.
She sprang up from the bed, alarm running through her. “Damn!” Shepard shouted. Garrus sat up, confused as he looked over as Shepard ran her fingers through her messy black hair. Looking around the room for her under garments. “What is it?” He breathed, standing up and looking for where he'd thrown his own clothing. “The party! I completely forgot that it was tonight.” She flashed a look at the clock beside her bed. “Unless you want everyone to see us naked, we'd best get ready.” Garrus gave out a lazy moan, but quickly pulled on his trousers and pulled his shirt over his head and fastened it around him. Shepard smiled, pulling on her tight black dress, “At least this is quicker than getting into our armour.” Garrus ran his eyes up Shepard's body. “You know, you wear that dress tonight and I'm going to have a hard time leaving you alone.” Shepard replied with a smile before moving to the bathroom. She noticed a group of purple bruises along her neck from where Garrus had bitten. She rolled her eyes, placing her hand along each mark, by this time she'd become used to Garrus' biting, the first time she'd been a little shocked but now it did nothing more than turn her on.
The door bell rang, beeping through the apartment. “Can you get it Garrus?” She asked from the bathroom. “Sure.”
Returning to her reflection she ran a brush through her messy hair, trying to make it look a little presentable before washing her face and applying her normal make up. Commander Shepard was preening for a party, she smiled at herself, that was a weird thought.
Garrus opened the door, revealing Joker, EDI, Tali and Wrex out in the corridor. They each gave Garrus a knowing stare as they entered the apartment. Shepard quickly walked down the glass staircase and smiled at her guests. “Hey everyone.” “Hey commander.” Joker replied, “Lets get some music on and get this party started.” Shepard smiled, “Sure, Glyph can sort the music, just have fun.” She made her way to the door and gently gave Garrus a kiss on his mandible as her guests headed to the bar. She stayed by the door, awaiting the rest of her guests.
Dancing Desire. 4/5
anonymous
March 16 2013, 18:16:13 UTC
“So you really think I should?” Tali asked in her drunken slur. Vega smiled down at her small form leaning against the wall for support. “The way I see it Sparks, it could be the end of the world - wouldn't you rather act now so you don't have any regrets?” Vega edged her on. “... But he's with Shepard... I couldn't.” She huffed, bowing her helmeted head to see her nervously twiddling fingers. “I'm just sayin', I'd rather try and fail than always wonder.” James smiled at Tali one last time, followed by an encouraging wink. He quickly moved from their secret place by the downstairs bathroom and over to the kitchen. “Hey Scars.” Vega began, Garrus turned from his conversation and placed his attention on the human. “I think Tali wants to talk to you.” He pointed over towards the bathroom. “Yeah?” Garrus asked, “What about?” “I dunno, she didn't go into details.” He shrugged. Garrus set his glass down on the counter and promptly walked over to Tali.
Quickly Vega glanced around the downstairs of the apartment, good Shepard was still upstairs, he thought hoping that she'd be alone. He sauntered over to the glass staircase and walked up without drawing attention. Shepard was chatting to Wrex beside the bookcase, her back to Vega. “I don't know about you, but I need another drink.” Wrex grunted, taking note of Vega before shuffling off towards the bar. Vega took in Shepard's shapely form from behind. How he'd like to get his hands on her. He could do some great things with that body. Once he was sure Wrex wasn't in ear shot, and no one else was around he moved in towards Shepard. He placed his hands on her hips, feeling her muscles tense. Damn she felt good. Five fingers, Shepard knew it wasn't Garrus touching her. Quickly she turned to slap away whoever was there, but her eyes locked upon the scarred face of James Vega. She frowned, trying to escape his grasp. “Get off me James.” “Come on Lola.” James pestered, pressing Shepard against the wall. The sounds of the party buzzed beneath them. They were merely steps away from her room, from that bed, from her skin on his. He'd been watching her all night and he couldn't hide his need for her any more. “James, what are you doing?” She replied, pushing his grasp away from her waist, only for him to tighten. He slid his leg between hers, moving his head closer, his lips inches away from hers. “I know you want to.” “No, no I don't.” Shepard responded firmly, “James your drunk, come on let me go.” She wriggled, but he didn't move. “I know you like to flirt, but this isn't funny.” “I'm not being funny.” Shepard stared up at him, seeing his steady serious stare. “James, I'm with Garrus you know that.” “Yeah I know.” He said, as she smelt the alcohol on his breath. “But where is he?” He breathed. “I heard some things.” Shepard frowned, “Things?” “Yeah you know, about him and Tali.” Shepard looked at him with her disbelieving stare, but didn't speak. He knew he'd have her soon, he knew that she'd be thinking about Garrus cheating on her. Maybe he could continue to wedge them apart. “Come one you know I'd treat you better than any Turian ever could.” She wriggled from his grasp but he didn't give way. Slowly he moved in to kiss her, but she moved her face away. Undeterred he pressed his lips against her bruised neck. To the marks that Garrus had left on her, the bruises he'd left to show that she belonged to him, Vega bet. Not for long, he hoped. Shepard pushed at his chest, but Vega was stronger than her. He tugged at her dress, hoping she'd succumb to his advances and lead him away to the bedroom. How he wanted her to do that. “James,” She snapped through clenched teeth. “Get off of me.” “Come on Lola.” He breathed into her ear, in a similar way that Garrus did. Only that didn't make her melt in the same way, only made her angry. He raised his hands to her hair, pressing his body against hers, fixing her in place so she wouldn't escape this time, he pressed his lips on hers.
[I hope you all enjoy this, there will be more soon]
Dancing Desire. 5/5a
anonymous
March 20 2013, 02:25:36 UTC
He pulled back, releasing her from their kiss. “Loosen up Lola, were just getting started.” Shepard's frown grew deeper as she clenched her fist. “Am I interrupting?” A deep sub-harmonic voice rang out only a few paces away. Shepard flinched, staring over to see Garrus standing their, his mandibles flared. She could see the anger in his eyes, and anger she had only seen on the battlefield beforehand. “Garrus.” Shepard's eyes widened, “No, no, no, no.” She spoke. She turned back to Vega, with a long grin printed over him. His hands still held her, his body still close. Before she really was aware of what she was doing Shepard drew back her head and quickly slammed her forehead into his. “What the! You head butted me!” Vega cried out. “I told you no.” Shepard hissed. With a primal roar and faster than he'd could even think, Garrus dug his hands into Vega's arms and pinned him to the wall with a loud thud. “Dammit Garrus.” Vega shouted, “I was just...” “I know what you were just doing, you think I haven't seen you watching her?” “- This really isn't what it looks like.” Shepard began, her voice cutting through the tension. Garrus' body was stiff, his talons digging into his arms. He didn't say a word, merely looked at the blood trickling Vega's forehead. Gently Shepard took Garrus' three fingered hand in hers, prying it away from Vega. Reluctantly Garrus surrendered to her touch, allowing her to led him away to the bedroom. She shut the door behind them, leaving Vega in the corridor with his dignity in pieces.
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“I think he had too much to drink.” Shepard said, hanging her head as Garrus sat silently on the bed. “I...” Shepard glanced up through her messy black hair, “I don't know what he was thinking.” She never felt Garrus relax, he seemed to study her - analyse everything she did, everything she said. “I do.” Garrus said, standing up and placing a hand on the back of her head. She felt weak at the sound of his voice, but she was caught in the blue fire of his eyes. She tilted her head as he pulled her lips against his mouth plates. Their tongues met in a movement that gave her shivers, but always the good kind. “I can smell him.” He breathed, he couldn't bare the scent of another on her skin. He bowed his head and smelt along her neck where Vega had kiss at the bruises on her. His marks. To any Turian those bite marks would have shown her off as his mate. He felt a uncontrollable anger bury inside him as he realized that it hadn't deterred the human who'd tried to take her from him. “Garrus... I didn't...” “I know.” He interrupted. He knew she hadn't wanted Vega, but who could blame Vega for wanting her? Garrus knew he was lucky, but it was the moments like this that made him want to take her as all Turians take their mates. He'd always tried to be gentle; humans were made of soft flesh he didn't want to hurt her - even if he let a few bites and scrapes slip past in the heat of the moment.
Maybe he'd had a few too many to drink himself but he knew in that moment that he wanted her. He wanted everything her body had to give him. He wanted to take her until that other human's smell was gone and all that was left was him and her.
He linked his arms around her waist, as he sat on the edge of the bed. His arms worked her dress off of her rather quickly - all the nights they'd spent together had trained him well in removing her clothing. Soon her dress fell to the floor and she stood in her underwear. Seeing her like this made his plates shift as he felt himself come to attention. Shepard gave him a side smile as she kicked her dress away and sat before him on her knees. She unbuttoned his trousers and was greeted by his fully erect cock. He was always amazed by what humans could do with their mouths. She ran her mouth down the edge of his hardened, ridged cock, teasing him. Still feeling the effects of his need to dominate and take everything from her, he tangled his talons in her hair. She willingly took him in, running her mouth up and down in a motion that sent him spiraling into pleasure. He groaned loudly, not seeming to care about the party still buzzing outside the door.
Dancing Desire. 5/5b
anonymous
March 20 2013, 02:29:57 UTC
Vega hung his head in defeat, he could hear the grunts and moans of pleasure from the door he'd hoped he'd have been on the other side of. Quietly he opened the door and peered through the tiny gap. Shepard in only her bra and panties sat between her Turian boyfriend's legs with his cock in her mouth. Jealousy sank through him. Feeling himself harden to the thought of Commander Shepard sucking, licking and caressing her lover's cock he closed the door and escaped to wallow in all the alcohol he could find at the bar.
A loud groan escaped Garrus as he released Shepard's head from his tangled grasp. “Shepard.” He breathed, as she motioned along his cock one last time. She pulled up just in time as Garrus came over her chest. Shepard giggled as she looked up to her lover. Unrelenting, Garrus pulled her up to the bed and quickly tugged off his clothing, throwing it onto the floor. She unclasped her bra and pulled off her panties. Garrus looked at her beautiful form before grabbing her legs, spreading them with his strong hands and entering her with his already hard again cock. She gave out a cry as he filled her up, feeling every part of him. He clawed at her hips as he pumped her gently, gaining speed with each motion. “G...Garrus.” She called out.
She'd come before him, calling out his name - biting down on her lower lip. Her green eyes hazy in the low light of the room. Garrus flared his mandibles, grinning at her as he continued past her orgasm and into his own. He bowed to her level, meeting her tongue and lips with his own mouth plates, in their passionate delirium. Moving to nuzzle her neck, he licked the bruises he'd left before, as he felt himself come to the brink of his own climax. The two sank to the bed; Garrus holding Shepard protectively.
He'd never let her go. No matter what. She belonged to him and he would always belong to her.
“Your place or mine?” She grinned thinking about her newly acquired bed just waiting upstairs in her apartment.
Garrus flared his mandibles revealing his dirtiest of Turian smiles, giving her the answer she knew she'd get. He released her from his tight grasp and watched her walk off the dance floor. Those legs, the curves of her feminine figure. He almost thought it a crime for her to be allowed into armour when she had a body like that.
After taking in the view of her he quickly sauntered off the dance floor, linking arms with Shepard. Garrus glanced over to the bar, noticing Vega slung against it downing a shot of purple liquid. He knew Vega was watching them, even if he tried to act casual. Feeling a sudden rush of dominance come over him he drew Shepard in close, placing his hands around her waist, taking in her scent. Bowing his head he met his mouth plates with Shepard's plump gentle lips, their tongues meeting. He felt Shepard's heart beating fast as they parted from each other, their eyes locking.
“Damn it Vakarian, you can't keep teasing a girl like this.” Shepard breathed with a wry smile.
Hand in hand Shepard and Garrus almost ran from the casino, escaping into the cool air of the strip. Shepard lead the way through the crowds as she hurried to the end, and to her apartment building.
“This elevator is too damn slow.” Garrus' voice rumbled into her ear as he nipped at her neck, running his tongue along her collar bone. Shepard was breathless, lost in his touch. If it hadn't been for his arms wrapped around her waist and back she knew she'd have been on the floor melting at the sound of his voice, in the intensity of his seduction. “Then again, gives us a little more time I suppose.” He murmured running his teeth gently across her neckline.
“What is it with you and elevators, Garrus?” Shepard joked, managing to get her voice back, but only for her to loose it again to a weak moan as he ran his hands up her body and towards her breasts, running his mouth up her neck towards her ear.
“I really like this outfit.” He murmured, as the doors to the elevator opened.
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Vega downed another shot, then another. He wasn't sure how he'd come to this. Commander Shepard: legend, hero, Saviour of the Citadel, destroyer of The Collectors, and after what happened on Rannoch, destroyer of Reapers. She was so much more than any woman he'd met, so much more than any person he'd ever met. Was it love? Admiration? He wasn't sure, maybe another shot would help.
The bartender gladly poured him out another to which Vega picked up the glass and knocked the liquid back. Whatever it was that he felt he couldn't ignore it, the heat, the passion, the uncontrollable need he had for her. The amount of times he'd thought about her on those lonely nights on The Normandy.
After a wave at the bartender, he poured out another shot for Vega, who drank it down quickly.
She was with Garrus, who seemed to take great pleasure in flaunting their affections in his face. Maybe he just had to get them apart. Get Shepard to see him in another light, as something more than just another crew mate. Shepard's party would be tonight, maybe he'd have the opportunity to get Garrus out of the way, and into Shepard's bed.
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“Hmmmm.” Garrus buzzed in her ear as he ran his talons through her loose black hair. Sweat dripping from her brow as her green eyes stared at him lustily. He pressed inside her harder, filling her deeper than before. She breathed hard, her pulse racing, moaning with each and every movement inside her. Almost at her climax, just how he wanted her, but he wasn't done yet.
She sat upwards pulling her arms around his head. She roughly rubbed her hands around the base of his fringe, sending shivers through him. She smiled, feeling him press his cock harder inside.
“Shepard.” He hummed, always surprised at the pleasure a five fingered hand could give him. Pulling her head back with his talons and pressing his teeth on her neck, he bit down on her in his passionate frenzy. She couldn't take it any more, her orgasm came first as he pumped her deep and hard.
He flared his mandibles and smiled down at her, hearing the loud moans. He carefully whispered her first name in her ear, this always aroused her - sending her over the edge, she clenched around on his cock. Shepard's moans sent him flying into his own orgasm, releasing himself inside her.
She sank back to the bed, her chest heaving, body gleaming with sweat. Garrus lay down next to her gliding his talons along her naked flesh. “This bed is much softer than the one on the Normandy.”
Shepard giggled between her heavy panting, smiling up at her Turian boyfriend. They curled around each other, holding each other in the silence. Shepard wished that they could have had more moments like these, that instead of fighting in the war, they could just remain safe, warm and together.
She sprang up from the bed, alarm running through her. “Damn!” Shepard shouted.
Garrus sat up, confused as he looked over as Shepard ran her fingers through her messy black hair. Looking around the room for her under garments. “What is it?” He breathed, standing up and looking for where he'd thrown his own clothing.
“The party! I completely forgot that it was tonight.” She flashed a look at the clock beside her bed. “Unless you want everyone to see us naked, we'd best get ready.” Garrus gave out a lazy moan, but quickly pulled on his trousers and pulled his shirt over his head and fastened it around him. Shepard smiled, pulling on her tight black dress, “At least this is quicker than getting into our armour.”
Garrus ran his eyes up Shepard's body. “You know, you wear that dress tonight and I'm going to have a hard time leaving you alone.”
Shepard replied with a smile before moving to the bathroom. She noticed a group of purple bruises along her neck from where Garrus had bitten. She rolled her eyes, placing her hand along each mark, by this time she'd become used to Garrus' biting, the first time she'd been a little shocked but now it did nothing more than turn her on.
The door bell rang, beeping through the apartment.
“Can you get it Garrus?” She asked from the bathroom.
“Sure.”
Returning to her reflection she ran a brush through her messy hair, trying to make it look a little presentable before washing her face and applying her normal make up. Commander Shepard was preening for a party, she smiled at herself, that was a weird thought.
Garrus opened the door, revealing Joker, EDI, Tali and Wrex out in the corridor. They each gave Garrus a knowing stare as they entered the apartment.
Shepard quickly walked down the glass staircase and smiled at her guests. “Hey everyone.”
“Hey commander.” Joker replied, “Lets get some music on and get this party started.”
Shepard smiled, “Sure, Glyph can sort the music, just have fun.”
She made her way to the door and gently gave Garrus a kiss on his mandible as her guests headed to the bar. She stayed by the door, awaiting the rest of her guests.
[A/A: Enjoy the sexy times before more tension.]
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“The way I see it Sparks, it could be the end of the world - wouldn't you rather act now so you don't have any regrets?” Vega edged her on.
“... But he's with Shepard... I couldn't.” She huffed, bowing her helmeted head to see her nervously twiddling fingers.
“I'm just sayin', I'd rather try and fail than always wonder.”
James smiled at Tali one last time, followed by an encouraging wink. He quickly moved from their secret place by the downstairs bathroom and over to the kitchen.
“Hey Scars.” Vega began, Garrus turned from his conversation and placed his attention on the human. “I think Tali wants to talk to you.” He pointed over towards the bathroom.
“Yeah?” Garrus asked, “What about?”
“I dunno, she didn't go into details.” He shrugged.
Garrus set his glass down on the counter and promptly walked over to Tali.
Quickly Vega glanced around the downstairs of the apartment, good Shepard was still upstairs, he thought hoping that she'd be alone. He sauntered over to the glass staircase and walked up without drawing attention. Shepard was chatting to Wrex beside the bookcase, her back to Vega.
“I don't know about you, but I need another drink.” Wrex grunted, taking note of Vega before shuffling off towards the bar.
Vega took in Shepard's shapely form from behind. How he'd like to get his hands on her. He could do some great things with that body. Once he was sure Wrex wasn't in ear shot, and no one else was around he moved in towards Shepard. He placed his hands on her hips, feeling her muscles tense. Damn she felt good.
Five fingers, Shepard knew it wasn't Garrus touching her. Quickly she turned to slap away whoever was there, but her eyes locked upon the scarred face of James Vega. She frowned, trying to escape his grasp. “Get off me James.”
“Come on Lola.” James pestered, pressing Shepard against the wall. The sounds of the party buzzed beneath them. They were merely steps away from her room, from that bed, from her skin on his. He'd been watching her all night and he couldn't hide his need for her any more.
“James, what are you doing?” She replied, pushing his grasp away from her waist, only for him to tighten. He slid his leg between hers, moving his head closer, his lips inches away from hers.
“I know you want to.”
“No, no I don't.” Shepard responded firmly, “James your drunk, come on let me go.” She wriggled, but he didn't move. “I know you like to flirt, but this isn't funny.”
“I'm not being funny.”
Shepard stared up at him, seeing his steady serious stare. “James, I'm with Garrus you know that.”
“Yeah I know.” He said, as she smelt the alcohol on his breath. “But where is he?” He breathed. “I heard some things.”
Shepard frowned, “Things?”
“Yeah you know, about him and Tali.”
Shepard looked at him with her disbelieving stare, but didn't speak. He knew he'd have her soon, he knew that she'd be thinking about Garrus cheating on her. Maybe he could continue to wedge them apart. “Come one you know I'd treat you better than any Turian ever could.”
She wriggled from his grasp but he didn't give way. Slowly he moved in to kiss her, but she moved her face away. Undeterred he pressed his lips against her bruised neck. To the marks that Garrus had left on her, the bruises he'd left to show that she belonged to him, Vega bet. Not for long, he hoped.
Shepard pushed at his chest, but Vega was stronger than her. He tugged at her dress, hoping she'd succumb to his advances and lead him away to the bedroom. How he wanted her to do that.
“James,” She snapped through clenched teeth. “Get off of me.”
“Come on Lola.” He breathed into her ear, in a similar way that Garrus did. Only that didn't make her melt in the same way, only made her angry. He raised his hands to her hair, pressing his body against hers, fixing her in place so she wouldn't escape this time, he pressed his lips on hers.
[I hope you all enjoy this, there will be more soon]
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“Am I interrupting?” A deep sub-harmonic voice rang out only a few paces away. Shepard flinched, staring over to see Garrus standing their, his mandibles flared. She could see the anger in his eyes, and anger she had only seen on the battlefield beforehand.
“Garrus.” Shepard's eyes widened, “No, no, no, no.” She spoke. She turned back to Vega, with a long grin printed over him. His hands still held her, his body still close.
Before she really was aware of what she was doing Shepard drew back her head and quickly slammed her forehead into his.
“What the! You head butted me!” Vega cried out.
“I told you no.” Shepard hissed.
With a primal roar and faster than he'd could even think, Garrus dug his hands into Vega's arms and pinned him to the wall with a loud thud. “Dammit Garrus.” Vega shouted, “I was just...”
“I know what you were just doing, you think I haven't seen you watching her?”
“- This really isn't what it looks like.” Shepard began, her voice cutting through the tension.
Garrus' body was stiff, his talons digging into his arms. He didn't say a word, merely looked at the blood trickling Vega's forehead. Gently Shepard took Garrus' three fingered hand in hers, prying it away from Vega. Reluctantly Garrus surrendered to her touch, allowing her to led him away to the bedroom.
She shut the door behind them, leaving Vega in the corridor with his dignity in pieces.
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“I think he had too much to drink.” Shepard said, hanging her head as Garrus sat silently on the bed. “I...” Shepard glanced up through her messy black hair, “I don't know what he was thinking.”
She never felt Garrus relax, he seemed to study her - analyse everything she did, everything she said.
“I do.” Garrus said, standing up and placing a hand on the back of her head. She felt weak at the sound of his voice, but she was caught in the blue fire of his eyes. She tilted her head as he pulled her lips against his mouth plates. Their tongues met in a movement that gave her shivers, but always the good kind. “I can smell him.” He breathed, he couldn't bare the scent of another on her skin.
He bowed his head and smelt along her neck where Vega had kiss at the bruises on her. His marks. To any Turian those bite marks would have shown her off as his mate. He felt a uncontrollable anger bury inside him as he realized that it hadn't deterred the human who'd tried to take her from him.
“Garrus... I didn't...”
“I know.” He interrupted. He knew she hadn't wanted Vega, but who could blame Vega for wanting her? Garrus knew he was lucky, but it was the moments like this that made him want to take her as all Turians take their mates. He'd always tried to be gentle; humans were made of soft flesh he didn't want to hurt her - even if he let a few bites and scrapes slip past in the heat of the moment.
Maybe he'd had a few too many to drink himself but he knew in that moment that he wanted her. He wanted everything her body had to give him. He wanted to take her until that other human's smell was gone and all that was left was him and her.
He linked his arms around her waist, as he sat on the edge of the bed. His arms worked her dress off of her rather quickly - all the nights they'd spent together had trained him well in removing her clothing. Soon her dress fell to the floor and she stood in her underwear.
Seeing her like this made his plates shift as he felt himself come to attention. Shepard gave him a side smile as she kicked her dress away and sat before him on her knees. She unbuttoned his trousers and was greeted by his fully erect cock. He was always amazed by what humans could do with their mouths.
She ran her mouth down the edge of his hardened, ridged cock, teasing him. Still feeling the effects of his need to dominate and take everything from her, he tangled his talons in her hair. She willingly took him in, running her mouth up and down in a motion that sent him spiraling into pleasure. He groaned loudly, not seeming to care about the party still buzzing outside the door.
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A loud groan escaped Garrus as he released Shepard's head from his tangled grasp. “Shepard.” He breathed, as she motioned along his cock one last time. She pulled up just in time as Garrus came over her chest. Shepard giggled as she looked up to her lover.
Unrelenting, Garrus pulled her up to the bed and quickly tugged off his clothing, throwing it onto the floor. She unclasped her bra and pulled off her panties. Garrus looked at her beautiful form before grabbing her legs, spreading them with his strong hands and entering her with his already hard again cock.
She gave out a cry as he filled her up, feeling every part of him. He clawed at her hips as he pumped her gently, gaining speed with each motion.
“G...Garrus.” She called out.
She'd come before him, calling out his name - biting down on her lower lip. Her green eyes hazy in the low light of the room. Garrus flared his mandibles, grinning at her as he continued past her orgasm and into his own.
He bowed to her level, meeting her tongue and lips with his own mouth plates, in their passionate delirium. Moving to nuzzle her neck, he licked the bruises he'd left before, as he felt himself come to the brink of his own climax. The two sank to the bed; Garrus holding Shepard protectively.
He'd never let her go. No matter what.
She belonged to him and he would always belong to her.
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Wonderful fill :)
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