Femshep/Garrus: Anything for You 2.2.
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February 10 2014, 14:02:19 UTC
She retreated to the bathroom and started the water for the hot tub. She set the temperature and the depth at which it was to shut off automatically, then returned to the living room for a little cuddle with Garrus while she waited for the system's ping to announce that the bath was ready.
She lifted a corner of the blanket and slid under it, curling up on his lap. He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her temple with a soothing hum as she tucked her head under his chin.
"This is nice," he murmured.
She straightened up a bit to give him a satisfied grin and brush her lips against the sensitive skin on his neck. "I told you."
The thrumming rumble of his purr deepened and he squeezed her tighter against his body. "Hmm... I seem to remember a promise about showing me various ways to keep me warm," he drawled, drawing a chuckle out of her. "While this is certainly enjoyable, I wouldn't mind finding out about the other, ah, methods you had in mind."
"I'm working on it." She winked up at him, but she didn't move.
They sat in silence, Garrus utterly befuddled and Shepard smiling to herself in amusement, until the chime went off and she got off his lap.
"Come on," she said, reaching for his hand.
"Where are we going?"
"To the bathroom."
"That... wasn't exactly what I had in mind," he protested. He sounded positively disappointed.
"We have a hot tub," she pointed out with a wink. "Big enough for two."
"Oh." Memories of their time in Anderson's apartment came flooding back, and he needed no more convincing that this was, indeed, going to be a more than pleasurable way of getting his blood pumping and warming him up from his fringe to his toes.
***
Shepard awoke to the enticing smell of something delicious wafting into the bedroom. A quick look over her shoulder confirmed her suspicion: Garrus's side of the bed was empty.
She closed her eyes with a groan. It was still fairly early in the morning-certainly much earlier than their usual get-up time had been ever since she'd finished her physical therapy sessions at the hospital, and she wouldn't have minded a little more sleep before she'd crawl out of bed and head to the shower.
Her stomach, however, disagreed; whatever it was that Garrus was preparing, it smelled good enough to raise the dead, so she threw off the covers and sat up. She tucked her feet into her slippers, wrapped her body in her fuzzy robe, and walked out into the living area.
"Ah, you're awake," Garrus said when he saw her shuffling in, her eyes still bleary from sleep and her hair sticking up in all directions in a tussled mess. "I've made you some breakfast."
He turned off the heat under the frying pan and piled a generous amount of incredible-looking omelet onto a plate. "Sit," he motioned at the stool by the peninsula that separated the kitchen from the living room.
She lifted a corner of the blanket and slid under it, curling up on his lap. He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her temple with a soothing hum as she tucked her head under his chin.
"This is nice," he murmured.
She straightened up a bit to give him a satisfied grin and brush her lips against the sensitive skin on his neck. "I told you."
The thrumming rumble of his purr deepened and he squeezed her tighter against his body. "Hmm... I seem to remember a promise about showing me various ways to keep me warm," he drawled, drawing a chuckle out of her. "While this is certainly enjoyable, I wouldn't mind finding out about the other, ah, methods you had in mind."
"I'm working on it." She winked up at him, but she didn't move.
They sat in silence, Garrus utterly befuddled and Shepard smiling to herself in amusement, until the chime went off and she got off his lap.
"Come on," she said, reaching for his hand.
"Where are we going?"
"To the bathroom."
"That... wasn't exactly what I had in mind," he protested. He sounded positively disappointed.
"We have a hot tub," she pointed out with a wink. "Big enough for two."
"Oh." Memories of their time in Anderson's apartment came flooding back, and he needed no more convincing that this was, indeed, going to be a more than pleasurable way of getting his blood pumping and warming him up from his fringe to his toes.
***
Shepard awoke to the enticing smell of something delicious wafting into the bedroom. A quick look over her shoulder confirmed her suspicion: Garrus's side of the bed was empty.
She closed her eyes with a groan. It was still fairly early in the morning-certainly much earlier than their usual get-up time had been ever since she'd finished her physical therapy sessions at the hospital, and she wouldn't have minded a little more sleep before she'd crawl out of bed and head to the shower.
Her stomach, however, disagreed; whatever it was that Garrus was preparing, it smelled good enough to raise the dead, so she threw off the covers and sat up. She tucked her feet into her slippers, wrapped her body in her fuzzy robe, and walked out into the living area.
"Ah, you're awake," Garrus said when he saw her shuffling in, her eyes still bleary from sleep and her hair sticking up in all directions in a tussled mess. "I've made you some breakfast."
He turned off the heat under the frying pan and piled a generous amount of incredible-looking omelet onto a plate. "Sit," he motioned at the stool by the peninsula that separated the kitchen from the living room.
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