Fill: Garrus/Miss Flexibility "Duels and Tiebreakers" part 2
anonymous
March 13 2014, 06:38:08 UTC
Part 2
But whenever she thought about throwing down with Garrus on the mats, her mind blanked on fighting techniques and showed her things that were... a lot more fun instead. Like bedding him. Spirits but he was a distracting man and she wasn’t the only one that thought so. With his blood blue markings, gunmetal plating and sandy hide he stuck out among the ship's regular population of medium brown to midnight black and the red, orange, green, and yellow tattoos of the outer-worlds. It was odd for one from the homeworld to be stationed on an outer colony frigate, but he certainly didn't act like the typical uptight homeworlder.
So yes, he stuck out, but in a good way. In a way that had recently begun to take over most of Quinn’s thoughts. She was interested him, more than interested. And that was what had led her to her current settings in the mess hall asking her friends- the ones that listened to all the scuttlebutt- if anyone knew whether or not he was seeing anyone or if he took part in the common casual affairs.
No one had an answer for her.
“Maybe he’s not into girls…?” Varro said past the food in his mouth. Time in the mess hall was scarce for their unit so manners were often forgotten.
Quinn wasn’t very hungry, picking idly at her food as her few friends attempted to answer her questions about the sniper from the infiltration unit. She knew she needed to eat, Spirits only knew when they’d get as good fare as they had this time. It would be back to rations in a few days, she was sure.
“What a shame that would be,” She muttered in reply, harmonics toned purposefully down to hide just how she felt about that.
Across the table the table, Mavic barked a short laugh. “Not for me. I’ve been trying to get into Garrus’ armour for weeks.”
She flicked a piece of food at him. “He’s not interested in douchebags like you.”
He twitched a mandible with Carthaan’s orange horizontal lines at her in a grin as he ate the bit she’d slung at him. “That seriously hurt my feelings.”
“Uhuh.” Her subvocals told him that she didn’t believe that for a second.
“Maybe he likes the Azure,” Crassus posed, looking up from his omnitool and the letter to his family he’d been working on infrequently for the last few days. “The last time we had leave on the Citadel I saw him and Nexin eyeing the dancers at Chora’s Den.”
Quinn snorted. “Please, everyone eyes the strippers. Spirits, even I eye the strippers.”
The large man shrugged. “Whatever,” He dismissed, looking between her and her mostly untouched food. “If you’re not gonna eat that, can I have it?”
She shoved her tray to him and he immediately dug in; she’d probably regret the lack of a meal later. Serranus was a bitter but patient man when it came to training those under him to be their best, so of course that meant he drove them into the ground during all their exercises. Like the one that was scheduled after supper was going to be, word was he wanted to test them in two-person teams against one of the other units on the Havincaw. To make matters worse, none of them would know their teammate until the exercise began.
“I’m telling you guys,” Kallias, the only other woman in their unit other than herself, said as she stacked everyone’s trash on a single tray. “The only woman he’s interested in is his rifle.” She winked at Quinn. “And just to be clear, I don’t mean the one between his legs.”
Varro choked on his food as the rest of their table burst into a round of voracious laughter.
“It’s funny how you all thinking I’m joking,” Kallias went on. “We’ve all seen how he handles that thing, I swear he fucking talks to it too.”
It was then that each of their omnitools gave a sharp ping to signal the end of the short dinner period. Quinn helped her gather the rest of the garbage and then they both headed off to the training area.
Re: Fill: Garrus/Miss Flexibility "Duels and Tiebreakers" part 2
anonymous
March 14 2014, 01:23:43 UTC
Just clarifying, OP isn't even the OP - actual first post was months ago, from a different anon.
Don't worry, this is completely worth the wait. No real idea on where to go, but I'm pretty sure that ALL nine rounds would be exhausting (reading as well as writing).
Re: Fill: Garrus/Miss Flexibility "Duels and Tiebreakers" part 2
anonymous
March 14 2014, 12:02:46 UTC
A!A ^ Ah, well, no matter then. Whatever either OP wants or readers request if I can work it, it's all good. And thank god on the nine rounds thing because I suck at fight scenes and it would just take away from the story.
But whenever she thought about throwing down with Garrus on the mats, her mind blanked on fighting techniques and showed her things that were... a lot more fun instead. Like bedding him. Spirits but he was a distracting man and she wasn’t the only one that thought so. With his blood blue markings, gunmetal plating and sandy hide he stuck out among the ship's regular population of medium brown to midnight black and the red, orange, green, and yellow tattoos of the outer-worlds. It was odd for one from the homeworld to be stationed on an outer colony frigate, but he certainly didn't act like the typical uptight homeworlder.
So yes, he stuck out, but in a good way. In a way that had recently begun to take over most of Quinn’s thoughts. She was interested him, more than interested. And that was what had led her to her current settings in the mess hall asking her friends- the ones that listened to all the scuttlebutt- if anyone knew whether or not he was seeing anyone or if he took part in the common casual affairs.
No one had an answer for her.
“Maybe he’s not into girls…?” Varro said past the food in his mouth. Time in the mess hall was scarce for their unit so manners were often forgotten.
Quinn wasn’t very hungry, picking idly at her food as her few friends attempted to answer her questions about the sniper from the infiltration unit. She knew she needed to eat, Spirits only knew when they’d get as good fare as they had this time. It would be back to rations in a few days, she was sure.
“What a shame that would be,” She muttered in reply, harmonics toned purposefully down to hide just how she felt about that.
Across the table the table, Mavic barked a short laugh. “Not for me. I’ve been trying to get into Garrus’ armour for weeks.”
She flicked a piece of food at him. “He’s not interested in douchebags like you.”
He twitched a mandible with Carthaan’s orange horizontal lines at her in a grin as he ate the bit she’d slung at him. “That seriously hurt my feelings.”
“Uhuh.” Her subvocals told him that she didn’t believe that for a second.
“Maybe he likes the Azure,” Crassus posed, looking up from his omnitool and the letter to his family he’d been working on infrequently for the last few days. “The last time we had leave on the Citadel I saw him and Nexin eyeing the dancers at Chora’s Den.”
Quinn snorted. “Please, everyone eyes the strippers. Spirits, even I eye the strippers.”
The large man shrugged. “Whatever,” He dismissed, looking between her and her mostly untouched food. “If you’re not gonna eat that, can I have it?”
She shoved her tray to him and he immediately dug in; she’d probably regret the lack of a meal later. Serranus was a bitter but patient man when it came to training those under him to be their best, so of course that meant he drove them into the ground during all their exercises. Like the one that was scheduled after supper was going to be, word was he wanted to test them in two-person teams against one of the other units on the Havincaw. To make matters worse, none of them would know their teammate until the exercise began.
“I’m telling you guys,” Kallias, the only other woman in their unit other than herself, said as she stacked everyone’s trash on a single tray. “The only woman he’s interested in is his rifle.” She winked at Quinn. “And just to be clear, I don’t mean the one between his legs.”
Varro choked on his food as the rest of their table burst into a round of voracious laughter.
“It’s funny how you all thinking I’m joking,” Kallias went on. “We’ve all seen how he handles that thing, I swear he fucking talks to it too.”
It was then that each of their omnitools gave a sharp ping to signal the end of the short dinner period. Quinn helped her gather the rest of the garbage and then they both headed off to the training area.
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Thank you. Currently I've no clue where I'm going with this other than what the OP wants so...suggestions are cool.
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Don't worry, this is completely worth the wait. No real idea on where to go, but I'm pretty sure that ALL nine rounds would be exhausting (reading as well as writing).
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