Femshep/Garrus: Anything for You 2.3
anonymous
February 10 2014, 14:03:21 UTC
She settled down by the fork and knife he'd already set out on the placemat, and he slid the plate in front of her. "Thanks," she murmured as she dug into the soft peaks of eggs, ham and cheese. "This looks delicious."
She took a bite and closed her eyes as she savored the symphony of flavors on her tongue. "Mmm, you've gotten really good at this, Garrus," she said with a grateful smile. He beamed back at her as he deposited a plate of toast and a mug of hot coffee next to the omelet.
Indeed, he'd had a lot of practice preparing levo meals for her during the last few months while she was recuperating from her injuries. He'd never had much interest in cooking for himself when he'd lived alone during his C-Sec days, but once he'd started to learn how to get around the kitchen for her sake, he'd found that he actually enjoyed the satisfaction of creating something that she liked, even if he himself had no idea if his creations tasted even remotely close to what they were supposed to.
"Have you eaten yet?" Shepard asked between two bites and a sip of coffee.
"Yes. I got up early so I could get our gear ready."
She cocked a surprised eyebrow at him, which he answered with shrug and a sweeping gesture towards the entryway. She turned around to see where he was pointing, and almost fell off her chair when she took in the sight that she had missed when she'd stumbled out of the bedroom. Their boots were cleaned and polished, her snowsuit, gloves, and hat, carelessly discarded somewhere in the room the day before, were hung tidily on the hooks by the door, and a set of underwear, warm sweatpants and shirt were laid out neatly on the couch for her.
Her lips curled into a knowing smirk as she looked back up at him. "Planning to go somewhere?"
"Well, I thought we could, if you want to, you know, try that, uh, sledding thing again."
"Hmm." She loudly slurped her coffee while she pretended to consider his proposal. "Yeah. We could."
He took a deep breath and continued, hoping that he wasn't going to regret this later. "And if you insist, we could also give that crazy skiing a go."
Her eyes opened wide and her mouth hung open for a second. "Really?"
He leaned down, resting his elbows on the counter, and took her free hand in his. His eyes glinted warmly and his mandibles flared open into a wide smile. "Really. Anything for you."
Her face split into a huge grin and she reached out to touch the unscarred side of his face. "Have I told you that I love you?"
He shook his head in mock sadness. "Not since last night. I was starting to get quite worried."
She laughed and stuffed a piece of toast into her mouth. "Well, I do."
"I love you, too." He leaned closer to brush his forehead against hers for a second, then he straightened up and walked over to the sink to rinse off the dishes.
He hoped that she was going to finish her breakfast and get ready soon-he had no intentions of admitting it, at least not for a while, but he was really looking forward to getting back on the slopes. Maybe it was the adrenaline rush of flying down the hill, or maybe it was her sparkling eyes and smiling face as they did it again and again; either way, this trip had turned out to be much more fun than he'd ever anticipated.
Besides, he still intended to collect on her promise and find out about all of her other plans for keeping him warm and cozy after a cold day on the slopes.
Re: Femshep/Garrus: Anything for You 2.3
anonymous
February 14 2014, 06:42:10 UTC
You're right. Everything is a competition for him. His only past sexual encounter that we know of = competition. First date with Shepard = Competition. Casual banter with James = Competition.
Re: Femshep/Garrus: Anything for You 2.3
anonymous
February 14 2014, 16:37:37 UTC
A!A: Actually, that's why I don't like that first date that BW gave us in ME3. A romantic date shouldn't be about competition, IMHO. The fluffy stuff was fine, but trying to establish who's the better shot just wasn't romantic for me at all. Especially when they shoot at things all the frigging time anyway.
Good point about his love of competition. There was also the time when he and Joker tried to out-joke each other.
But I don't really think that everything is a competition for him. He can also be warm and loving and caring and supporting. At least, that's the way I see him. :)
She took a bite and closed her eyes as she savored the symphony of flavors on her tongue. "Mmm, you've gotten really good at this, Garrus," she said with a grateful smile. He beamed back at her as he deposited a plate of toast and a mug of hot coffee next to the omelet.
Indeed, he'd had a lot of practice preparing levo meals for her during the last few months while she was recuperating from her injuries. He'd never had much interest in cooking for himself when he'd lived alone during his C-Sec days, but once he'd started to learn how to get around the kitchen for her sake, he'd found that he actually enjoyed the satisfaction of creating something that she liked, even if he himself had no idea if his creations tasted even remotely close to what they were supposed to.
"Have you eaten yet?" Shepard asked between two bites and a sip of coffee.
"Yes. I got up early so I could get our gear ready."
She cocked a surprised eyebrow at him, which he answered with shrug and a sweeping gesture towards the entryway. She turned around to see where he was pointing, and almost fell off her chair when she took in the sight that she had missed when she'd stumbled out of the bedroom. Their boots were cleaned and polished, her snowsuit, gloves, and hat, carelessly discarded somewhere in the room the day before, were hung tidily on the hooks by the door, and a set of underwear, warm sweatpants and shirt were laid out neatly on the couch for her.
Her lips curled into a knowing smirk as she looked back up at him. "Planning to go somewhere?"
"Well, I thought we could, if you want to, you know, try that, uh, sledding thing again."
"Hmm." She loudly slurped her coffee while she pretended to consider his proposal. "Yeah. We could."
He took a deep breath and continued, hoping that he wasn't going to regret this later. "And if you insist, we could also give that crazy skiing a go."
Her eyes opened wide and her mouth hung open for a second. "Really?"
He leaned down, resting his elbows on the counter, and took her free hand in his. His eyes glinted warmly and his mandibles flared open into a wide smile. "Really. Anything for you."
Her face split into a huge grin and she reached out to touch the unscarred side of his face. "Have I told you that I love you?"
He shook his head in mock sadness. "Not since last night. I was starting to get quite worried."
She laughed and stuffed a piece of toast into her mouth. "Well, I do."
"I love you, too." He leaned closer to brush his forehead against hers for a second, then he straightened up and walked over to the sink to rinse off the dishes.
He hoped that she was going to finish her breakfast and get ready soon-he had no intentions of admitting it, at least not for a while, but he was really looking forward to getting back on the slopes. Maybe it was the adrenaline rush of flying down the hill, or maybe it was her sparkling eyes and smiling face as they did it again and again; either way, this trip had turned out to be much more fun than he'd ever anticipated.
Besides, he still intended to collect on her promise and find out about all of her other plans for keeping him warm and cozy after a cold day on the slopes.
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Good point about his love of competition. There was also the time when he and Joker tried to out-joke each other.
But I don't really think that everything is a competition for him. He can also be warm and loving and caring and supporting. At least, that's the way I see him. :)
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