The benefits of full disclosure (2/?) Wrex/Garrus/Bakara
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July 21 2014, 23:57:01 UTC
“Leave the pup alone.” Wrex decided to intervene, “he probably thinks you're going to scalp his fringe and use it as a back scratcher.”
Bakara regarded Garrus from beneath her patterned hood, the turian hadn't taken much assurance from Wrex.......in fact he'd taken several steps back and clapped a gloved hand over his fringe.
“Oh, relax.” Bakara shook her head,”we are not humans, to expect our mates to never find release elsewhere. It is, however,” she leveled an obviously displeased glare at Wrex,”considered very, very bad manners to not inform a mate that you are already bonded. I had to find out from Doctor Solus....and from the fact that the elevator, main battery and showers all smell like sex”
Wrex winced. “Garrus is a turian....”
“Obviously.”
“Well,” Wrex scuffed the floor with one foot, looking for all the world like a grumpy, hulking youngster being scolded. “I didn't think it counted....”
That part, Wrex admitted to himself, was a lie. He didn't know much about Bakara, but he had suspected her views on having a turian as part of their family unit would not be overly accepting. Him and Garrus hadn't really spoken of it......but it was obvious that the turian assumed he would lose Wrex to the destiny of his people. The time they had to themselves, between frantic meetings and war councils, had a hurried and desperate edge to it.
“Mordin has been very complimentary about you, “Bakara's rough voice softened as she approached Garrus. “ I wish Wrex had been more forthcoming, I might not have been so dismissive of the the Doctor's advice.”
Tugging off the patterned fabric of her gloves, Bakara reached out to tentatively brush her fingers over the tattoos on Garrus' cheek. She moved cautiously, like someone approaching a feral varren pup....unsure if it would come to their call, or turn to bite and run. “I told him I wasn't interested....my role as a fertile female, and clan shaman, would not be well served by taking a turian as a sole mate. But Wrex serves me well enough in that regard, and you are not without some appeal.”
Wrex watched as Bakara got slightly bolder with her touch, cupping her hand across the angle of Vakarian's jaw and running her thumb over the jagged edges of the shrapnel scars on his face and neck. “I like these,” the shaman confessed, “they give your face strength and character.”
Garrus accepted the caress, turning his head to take the scent from the exposed skin of Bakara's wrist. The unexpected sight flooded Wrex with surge of desire, and when Garrus gently took Bakara's hand between his teeth and lathed her palm with his tongue, Wrex actually groaned aloud.
“How long have you and Wrex been bonded,” Bakara was clearly not going to allow Wrex to downplay the situation.
“Several years.” Wrex decided to sullenly answer, tired of feeling like he'd been sent to stand in the corner.
The material of Bakara's hood twitched slightly, as if she was smiling beneath the covering. “Then Wrex knows you well, that is fortunate....I know nothing about what pleases a turian, he can instruct me. That is,” Bakara paused to rest a hand on the polished metal of Garrus' chestplate, her crimson eyes serious,“if you are amenable to this?”
“Me? Amenable?” Wrex sighed as a familiar, wicked light sparked in the turian's pale, avian eyes. The overtones of barely suppressed desire were clearly audible in Garrus' voice, though Bakara probably wouldn't recognize it. “Amenable? Oh lady, you have no idea.”
Bakara regarded Garrus from beneath her patterned hood, the turian hadn't taken much assurance from Wrex.......in fact he'd taken several steps back and clapped a gloved hand over his fringe.
“Oh, relax.” Bakara shook her head,”we are not humans, to expect our mates to never find release elsewhere. It is, however,” she leveled an obviously displeased glare at Wrex,”considered very, very bad manners to not inform a mate that you are already bonded. I had to find out from Doctor Solus....and from the fact that the elevator, main battery and showers all smell like sex”
Wrex winced. “Garrus is a turian....”
“Obviously.”
“Well,” Wrex scuffed the floor with one foot, looking for all the world like a grumpy, hulking youngster being scolded. “I didn't think it counted....”
That part, Wrex admitted to himself, was a lie. He didn't know much about Bakara, but he had suspected her views on having a turian as part of their family unit would not be overly accepting. Him and Garrus hadn't really spoken of it......but it was obvious that the turian assumed he would lose Wrex to the destiny of his people. The time they had to themselves, between frantic meetings and war councils, had a hurried and desperate edge to it.
“Mordin has been very complimentary about you, “Bakara's rough voice softened as she approached Garrus. “ I wish Wrex had been more forthcoming, I might not have been so dismissive of the the Doctor's advice.”
Tugging off the patterned fabric of her gloves, Bakara reached out to tentatively brush her fingers over the tattoos on Garrus' cheek. She moved cautiously, like someone approaching a feral varren pup....unsure if it would come to their call, or turn to bite and run. “I told him I wasn't interested....my role as a fertile female, and clan shaman, would not be well served by taking a turian as a sole mate. But Wrex serves me well enough in that regard, and you are not without some appeal.”
Wrex watched as Bakara got slightly bolder with her touch, cupping her hand across the angle of Vakarian's jaw and running her thumb over the jagged edges of the shrapnel scars on his face and neck. “I like these,” the shaman confessed, “they give your face strength and character.”
Garrus accepted the caress, turning his head to take the scent from the exposed skin of Bakara's wrist. The unexpected sight flooded Wrex with surge of desire, and when Garrus gently took Bakara's hand between his teeth and lathed her palm with his tongue, Wrex actually groaned aloud.
“How long have you and Wrex been bonded,” Bakara was clearly not going to allow Wrex to downplay the situation.
“Several years.” Wrex decided to sullenly answer, tired of feeling like he'd been sent to stand in the corner.
The material of Bakara's hood twitched slightly, as if she was smiling beneath the covering. “Then Wrex knows you well, that is fortunate....I know nothing about what pleases a turian, he can instruct me. That is,” Bakara paused to rest a hand on the polished metal of Garrus' chestplate, her crimson eyes serious,“if you are amenable to this?”
“Me? Amenable?” Wrex sighed as a familiar, wicked light sparked in the turian's pale, avian eyes. The overtones of barely suppressed desire were clearly audible in Garrus' voice, though Bakara probably wouldn't recognize it. “Amenable? Oh lady, you have no idea.”
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this is my favorite series on the entire meme.
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