Habits are Hard to Break 03
anonymous
May 15 2014, 09:49:28 UTC
So here comes the last installment. I guess I could write the dirty stuff too if someone was interested. *innocent* But I felt kind of good to end it more ambiguously here. ^^ Hope you have enjoyed this little drabble.
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He danced with her, tightly gripping her hips, enjoying her slow movements against his body, for as long as he could stand it. Gradually he started to push her through the crowd again. Back, always back, until they were met with a wall. The breath caught in Shepard's throat and her body tensed for a moment. Garrus was way past the point of caring. All he could feel or hear was her racing heart and her fingers snaking around his neck. He pressed himself against her, pinning her to the wall. Letting his hands explore her alien curves. When his course fingers met the naked skin on her thigh he lingered. He could never have imagined it being so soft. He had never touched her without his gloves on before, and then only to pull her out of the way of a bullet to the head. Or to drag her body into cover when she had taken a particularly bad hit. This was totally different.
Garrus nuzzled her neck again, this time letting his mouth plates scrape her skin. He drew a deep breath of her hair. She smelled fantastic. Like warm summer days on Palaven after rain.
Two small hands pressed against his chest. It forced him to come back from the land of Shepard and it's uninterrupted smooth valleys and hills for a moment.
Green, questing eyes met him.
“What... uhm... Garrus?” Shepard's cheeks took on a rose red hue and he couldn't resist thinking she looked even more appealing now.
“Yeah?” he said, the back of a sharp talon traveling down the flushed cheek, trailing along her jaw and continuing down over her neck. She shivered and closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying his touch.
“What are you...” she continued when she opened her eyes again. He read confusion in them, confusion but also desire, maybe insecurity. He would assure her.
“Well, you started it,” he rumbled next to her head, light as a feather he let his nose touch the curve of her ear.
“What do you mean?” Shepard's voice sounded distracted. He took that as a good sign.
Garrus gripped her arms and ran his hands down to her wrists. He placed her hands on his waist and squeezed them slightly, enjoying the feel of her five fingers massaging him. The slightest of moans escaped him that she probably would have missed if they hadn't been so close.
A grin spread on his lips as comprehension slowly dawned in her face.
“But... so you mean... That... You... But...” Her eyes were blown wide, her mouth slightly agape.
Garrus had never seen her stuttering before. He found he liked it.
“You're such a tease,” he said meeting her green forest dreams. Letting the fire inside of him pour down in her.
“I didn't know...” she started, still a bit befuddled, but she had started to gather her wits again. Nothing kept her unbalanced for long. Not Shepard.
“I know,” Garrus grinned. “Still though...” He tilted his head to one side, going for an innocent look. “If you wanted to take this party somewhere... less public.” He deepened his lower harmonics and squeezed her thigh almost unnoticeable. Shepard let out a short gasp. “I wouldn't complain.”
“I'm not sure if...” she mumbled hesitantly, but Garrus interrupted her by leaning in on her again, one elbow against the wall behind her. He would have none of that.
Somewhere far back in his head the voice of reason, the voice that wasn't intoxicated with her smell or alcohol. Suggested that maybe she was right. That tomorrow would be very awkward if he slept with his closest friend and Commanding Officer.
That voice was but a distant buzz as his entire focus lay on her lips inches from his own. Her bated breath came in short puffs between her slightly parted lips and her heart was beating rapidly in her chest. Or maybe it was his heart? He couldn't tell any longer. When her wet, red tongue darted out for a fraction of a second he felt the fragile wall still between them break and he captured her mouth with his.
Shepard's lips were so, so soft against his and when he carefully touched his tongue against hers he managed to draw a moan out of her. His body burned. Yeah, this would not end here tonight.
Re: Habits are Hard to Break 03
anonymous
May 16 2014, 12:09:04 UTC
OP here! omg i lost the kink for a little while there, i didnt realise that anyone answered! This si so absolutely PERF though ooooh my gosh. A!A you are amazing and i love this fill sdlfjasldkfj <3 <3 <3
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He danced with her, tightly gripping her hips, enjoying her slow movements against his body, for as long as he could stand it. Gradually he started to push her through the crowd again. Back, always back, until they were met with a wall. The breath caught in Shepard's throat and her body tensed for a moment. Garrus was way past the point of caring. All he could feel or hear was her racing heart and her fingers snaking around his neck. He pressed himself against her, pinning her to the wall. Letting his hands explore her alien curves. When his course fingers met the naked skin on her thigh he lingered. He could never have imagined it being so soft. He had never touched her without his gloves on before, and then only to pull her out of the way of a bullet to the head. Or to drag her body into cover when she had taken a particularly bad hit. This was totally different.
Garrus nuzzled her neck again, this time letting his mouth plates scrape her skin. He drew a deep breath of her hair. She smelled fantastic. Like warm summer days on Palaven after rain.
Two small hands pressed against his chest. It forced him to come back from the land of Shepard and it's uninterrupted smooth valleys and hills for a moment.
Green, questing eyes met him.
“What... uhm... Garrus?” Shepard's cheeks took on a rose red hue and he couldn't resist thinking she looked even more appealing now.
“Yeah?” he said, the back of a sharp talon traveling down the flushed cheek, trailing along her jaw and continuing down over her neck. She shivered and closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying his touch.
“What are you...” she continued when she opened her eyes again. He read confusion in them, confusion but also desire, maybe insecurity. He would assure her.
“Well, you started it,” he rumbled next to her head, light as a feather he let his nose touch the curve of her ear.
“What do you mean?” Shepard's voice sounded distracted. He took that as a good sign.
Garrus gripped her arms and ran his hands down to her wrists. He placed her hands on his waist and squeezed them slightly, enjoying the feel of her five fingers massaging him. The slightest of moans escaped him that she probably would have missed if they hadn't been so close.
A grin spread on his lips as comprehension slowly dawned in her face.
“But... so you mean... That... You... But...” Her eyes were blown wide, her mouth slightly agape.
Garrus had never seen her stuttering before. He found he liked it.
“You're such a tease,” he said meeting her green forest dreams. Letting the fire inside of him pour down in her.
“I didn't know...” she started, still a bit befuddled, but she had started to gather her wits again. Nothing kept her unbalanced for long. Not Shepard.
“I know,” Garrus grinned. “Still though...” He tilted his head to one side, going for an innocent look. “If you wanted to take this party somewhere... less public.” He deepened his lower harmonics and squeezed her thigh almost unnoticeable. Shepard let out a short gasp. “I wouldn't complain.”
“I'm not sure if...” she mumbled hesitantly, but Garrus interrupted her by leaning in on her again, one elbow against the wall behind her. He would have none of that.
Somewhere far back in his head the voice of reason, the voice that wasn't intoxicated with her smell or alcohol. Suggested that maybe she was right. That tomorrow would be very awkward if he slept with his closest friend and Commanding Officer.
That voice was but a distant buzz as his entire focus lay on her lips inches from his own. Her bated breath came in short puffs between her slightly parted lips and her heart was beating rapidly in her chest. Or maybe it was his heart? He couldn't tell any longer. When her wet, red tongue darted out for a fraction of a second he felt the fragile wall still between them break and he captured her mouth with his.
Shepard's lips were so, so soft against his and when he carefully touched his tongue against hers he managed to draw a moan out of her. His body burned. Yeah, this would not end here tonight.
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...jesuschristonabike I sure as hell hope you are.
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This is just too good, please go on!
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Please. more!
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