Habits are Hard to Break 06
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May 16 2014, 07:21:33 UTC
The urgency in his body built again and at one point he was almost afraid he was hurting her. His talons digging into her thighs, holding her up against the wall. His hips slamming into her again and again to draw more pleasure from the friction he found within her. By the look and sound of her, she wasn't objecting though. Her fingers kept massaging that spot, now and again digging her small nails into it. Her body rocking back to meet his every thrust. Her red hair was moving with their movement and she was breathing hard between gritted teeth. But he wanted more.
Between one forceful push and the next, one of his hands gripped her knee. He bent her leg in against her body, giving him even better opportunity to go in deep. With the next thrust she screamed. Shepard threw her head back, her eyes and mouth open. Her fingers dug into that spot beneath his fringe pulling a gravely groan that ended in a roar from him. Fucking hell! He had found something in there that pushed just right at his tip. His muscles trembled with pleasure as he repeated the motion, the fire in his gut building into an inferno. He felt it move and spread up through him and a few thrusts later all the muscles in his body cramped down. Garrus wasn't sure any longer where they were or even if up was down. His body seemed to float somewhere undesignated and indescribable. A violent buzz in his head. Then he felt Shepard convulse around him and the sound coming out of him wasn't turian any more. It came from some primal part of him. From the time before civilization and coherent thought.
He twitched again and again, pouring into her until he wasn't sure if he could take it any longer. Slowly, oh so slowly, they both came back down. His heart was hammering in his chest and his head was pounding. How long had he neglected to breath? He was catching up now though. Panting heavily to try to get more oxygen into his body.
Shepard's chest was heaving against him as she tried to do the same. Eyes meeting his, an incredulous look in them.
“Holy hell,” she panted.
That brought a grin to his lips.
“Yeah,” was all he could force his muddled brain to articulate. “Wow.” He swallowed, trying to remedy his dry mouth.
With trembling arms and legs from exhaustion he slipped out of her and released her.
“Sorry about the...” Garrus swallowed again. “The euhm... I think I broke your skin.” Still out of breath he gestured towards her thighs where small rivulets of red blood had started to form.
Shepard pulled up her dress over her shoulders again before inspecting the small wounds in the near to no light. She let out a small laugh.
“That's okay. If this is what makes me in, well... then it was worth it.” Her grin was wide when she turned to look at him again. He laughed too as he pulled his pants up and locked the buckles. Heck, he hadn't even gotten his pants off properly.
As the post-coital high started to come back down it left him with an unwelcome soberness. The silence stretched between them as they righted their clothes. Garrus had finally found his tunic after some awkward scuffling in the dark. As he pulled the hem down to stretch the fabric he wasn't exactly sure what to say to her. By the looks of it, neither was she.
“So we should probably...” Shepard gestured towards the door.
“Yeah, yeah sure.” He could hear how lame and weird his own voice sounded.
His eyes stung when she opened the door and the light flooded into the room again. The corridor outside might not have been very bright. But after the almost pitch black in the equipment shed it felt like in the middle of a sunny day. He exited behind her thinking that tomorrow might be one of the most awkward days he ever spent on the Normandy.
Between one forceful push and the next, one of his hands gripped her knee. He bent her leg in against her body, giving him even better opportunity to go in deep. With the next thrust she screamed. Shepard threw her head back, her eyes and mouth open. Her fingers dug into that spot beneath his fringe pulling a gravely groan that ended in a roar from him. Fucking hell! He had found something in there that pushed just right at his tip. His muscles trembled with pleasure as he repeated the motion, the fire in his gut building into an inferno. He felt it move and spread up through him and a few thrusts later all the muscles in his body cramped down. Garrus wasn't sure any longer where they were or even if up was down. His body seemed to float somewhere undesignated and indescribable. A violent buzz in his head. Then he felt Shepard convulse around him and the sound coming out of him wasn't turian any more. It came from some primal part of him. From the time before civilization and coherent thought.
He twitched again and again, pouring into her until he wasn't sure if he could take it any longer. Slowly, oh so slowly, they both came back down. His heart was hammering in his chest and his head was pounding. How long had he neglected to breath? He was catching up now though. Panting heavily to try to get more oxygen into his body.
Shepard's chest was heaving against him as she tried to do the same. Eyes meeting his, an incredulous look in them.
“Holy hell,” she panted.
That brought a grin to his lips.
“Yeah,” was all he could force his muddled brain to articulate. “Wow.” He swallowed, trying to remedy his dry mouth.
With trembling arms and legs from exhaustion he slipped out of her and released her.
“Sorry about the...” Garrus swallowed again. “The euhm... I think I broke your skin.” Still out of breath he gestured towards her thighs where small rivulets of red blood had started to form.
Shepard pulled up her dress over her shoulders again before inspecting the small wounds in the near to no light. She let out a small laugh.
“That's okay. If this is what makes me in, well... then it was worth it.” Her grin was wide when she turned to look at him again.
He laughed too as he pulled his pants up and locked the buckles. Heck, he hadn't even gotten his pants off properly.
As the post-coital high started to come back down it left him with an unwelcome soberness. The silence stretched between them as they righted their clothes. Garrus had finally found his tunic after some awkward scuffling in the dark. As he pulled the hem down to stretch the fabric he wasn't exactly sure what to say to her. By the looks of it, neither was she.
“So we should probably...” Shepard gestured towards the door.
“Yeah, yeah sure.” He could hear how lame and weird his own voice sounded.
His eyes stung when she opened the door and the light flooded into the room again. The corridor outside might not have been very bright. But after the almost pitch black in the equipment shed it felt like in the middle of a sunny day. He exited behind her thinking that tomorrow might be one of the most awkward days he ever spent on the Normandy.
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this was absolutely amazing!! Thank you so much for the fill- Amazing fill is amazing!!
The ending was extremely hot and alsjfkejf 10/10 fill.
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A+ would read again
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