"The Advantages of Alliance Showers" 3/?
anonymous
June 6 2014, 16:57:01 UTC
[Moving this here so it doesn't get dropped behind the other, excellent fill.]
A few quick computer checks ensured the new thrusters were properly calibrated, and Garrus grunted in satisfaction before turning his attention to his own...fine-tuning.
He frowned as he glanced at the time on his omni-tool - 01:05 Zulu time. A bit later than his usual shower, but he'd have to chance it.
He stripped out of his grimy armor and tossed it in the scouring unit in the cargo bay. He walked the rest of the way in his under suit, and was relieved not to run into anyone else. When he got to the shower room, he tentatively undid the clasps as he glanced around the room. Empty. Satisfied, he yanked off his under-suit and tossed it into the decontamination unit as he entered the shower stall.
He groaned as he activated the shower. The spray of hot water hit the back of his fringe and he felt his pelvic plating shift slightly at just the feeling of the water hitting his skin. He breathed deeply and reached a talon to his seam, opening it. The groan turned into a full fledged dual-toned moan as the water hit his sensitive shaft, still tucked between his plates - damn, it had been way too long.
He closed his eyes as he began to run his finger through the seam and instantly thought of Shepard. He knew it was wrong to use his commander as masturbation material, but he couldn't seem to stop coming back to her. She was so graceful, so powerful... And, most potently, so trusting of him.
It was almost unbearable how much she affected him. He'd had to physically stop himself from touching her after they'd dealt with Saleon.
How could she trust him that much?
Oh, Saleon had pleaded his innocence, and even Garrus had to admit, he was a convincing actor. If the casual butchery that Saleon was capable of wasn't burned into his brain, even Garrus might have had doubts.
But not Shepard. His positive identification had been good enough for her. The fact that she trusted him with making the choice between life and death...No one had ever trusted him like that.
And then, he had watched as her beautiful little hands firmly grasped her pistol and took the kill shot, ending Saleon's butchery with a hole through his heart. Neat. Efficient. A perfect kill shot.
He'd told her so.
Spirits, it was a waste for her to have been born a human. She'd have made such a good turian.
But even though she was human...Well, it didn't matter. He wanted her. He wanted her quite desperately, wanted to touch her, explore her strange body - but he knew such an approach wouldn't be welcome. She'd never seem interested in any of the crew, and humans, well, they never really seemed interested in turians.
He didn't have a chance, and he liked her far too much to even dream of making her uncomfortable by propositioning her.
But that didn't mean that these urges were going away, so he had to deal with them.
One hand stroked his seam and made him shiver as he went to one of his favorite fantasies. He would be bending her over the mako, making her finally pay for all the times she'd wrecked it with her reckless driving. She wouldn't mind, though, he thought as he traced a finger down his pelvic plating; no, she'd want it, would want him to slam into her so hard her chest bumps would bounce against the vehicle as she pleaded for her release. He'd pretend he wasn't going to give her what she wanted, but he knew he would. Hell, she knew he would. He'd never be able to deny her anything.
Yes, he'd give it to her, hard, so hard, he thought, rubbing his fingers faster. The sex would be rough and hot and wonderful but he'd never, ever hurt her. He knew she would trust him to know the limits, knew she would trust him to give her what she wanted. And spirits, did he ever want to give it.
He felt his cock begin to slide out at the thought of her writhing underneath him, and he was thankful the sound of the water hid the hiss he made when the pad of one talon finally made contact with his sensitive head.
Just as his fantasy was getting good, however, he heard the door opening.
He had to bite back a hiss of an entirely different type when he realized that he wouldn't be getting off any time soon.
A few quick computer checks ensured the new thrusters were properly calibrated, and Garrus grunted in satisfaction before turning his attention to his own...fine-tuning.
He frowned as he glanced at the time on his omni-tool - 01:05 Zulu time. A bit later than his usual shower, but he'd have to chance it.
He stripped out of his grimy armor and tossed it in the scouring unit in the cargo bay. He walked the rest of the way in his under suit, and was relieved not to run into anyone else. When he got to the shower room, he tentatively undid the clasps as he glanced around the room. Empty. Satisfied, he yanked off his under-suit and tossed it into the decontamination unit as he entered the shower stall.
He groaned as he activated the shower. The spray of hot water hit the back of his fringe and he felt his pelvic plating shift slightly at just the feeling of the water hitting his skin. He breathed deeply and reached a talon to his seam, opening it. The groan turned into a full fledged dual-toned moan as the water hit his sensitive shaft, still tucked between his plates - damn, it had been way too long.
He closed his eyes as he began to run his finger through the seam and instantly thought of Shepard. He knew it was wrong to use his commander as masturbation material, but he couldn't seem to stop coming back to her. She was so graceful, so powerful... And, most potently, so trusting of him.
It was almost unbearable how much she affected him. He'd had to physically stop himself from touching her after they'd dealt with Saleon.
How could she trust him that much?
Oh, Saleon had pleaded his innocence, and even Garrus had to admit, he was a convincing actor. If the casual butchery that Saleon was capable of wasn't burned into his brain, even Garrus might have had doubts.
But not Shepard. His positive identification had been good enough for her. The fact that she trusted him with making the choice between life and death...No one had ever trusted him like that.
And then, he had watched as her beautiful little hands firmly grasped her pistol and took the kill shot, ending Saleon's butchery with a hole through his heart. Neat. Efficient. A perfect kill shot.
He'd told her so.
Spirits, it was a waste for her to have been born a human. She'd have made such a good turian.
But even though she was human...Well, it didn't matter. He wanted her. He wanted her quite desperately, wanted to touch her, explore her strange body - but he knew such an approach wouldn't be welcome. She'd never seem interested in any of the crew, and humans, well, they never really seemed interested in turians.
He didn't have a chance, and he liked her far too much to even dream of making her uncomfortable by propositioning her.
But that didn't mean that these urges were going away, so he had to deal with them.
One hand stroked his seam and made him shiver as he went to one of his favorite fantasies. He would be bending her over the mako, making her finally pay for all the times she'd wrecked it with her reckless driving. She wouldn't mind, though, he thought as he traced a finger down his pelvic plating; no, she'd want it, would want him to slam into her so hard her chest bumps would bounce against the vehicle as she pleaded for her release. He'd pretend he wasn't going to give her what she wanted, but he knew he would. Hell, she knew he would. He'd never be able to deny her anything.
Yes, he'd give it to her, hard, so hard, he thought, rubbing his fingers faster. The sex would be rough and hot and wonderful but he'd never, ever hurt her. He knew she would trust him to know the limits, knew she would trust him to give her what she wanted. And spirits, did he ever want to give it.
He felt his cock begin to slide out at the thought of her writhing underneath him, and he was thankful the sound of the water hid the hiss he made when the pad of one talon finally made contact with his sensitive head.
Just as his fantasy was getting good, however, he heard the door opening.
He had to bite back a hiss of an entirely different type when he realized that he wouldn't be getting off any time soon.
Agonizingly, he withdrew his hand.
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