“I haven’t made a blanket fort since I was a little kid.” The tension started to leave her body, a small laugh actually managing to huff out.
“Ah, ya. I guess it is a bit childish.” It was stupid to suggest this, she was going to laugh at him, as if this wasn’t awkward enough as it is.
“Of course it is. This is going to be great.” Her voice and features warmed and she placed a hand on his arm.
“Wait, what?” She liked the idea?
“Let’s make a supply run to the linen closet to get more blankets. PJs first though.” She was turning away and heading for her closet.
She didn’t hear his soft sigh, how can you be in love with a woman and just not be able to find a way to make yourself make her feel good? He grabbed his clothing and threw it back on as she found a tank top and some loose pants that tied in front of her belly.
She leaned against his side as they looked over their ‘nest.’ Her mattress had been pulled from the bed to form the floor of the fort at the foot of the couch. The cushions from said couch made up the walls and a tumble of blankets and sheets were draped over to form a ceiling and to fill in any cracks therein. There was a front entrance large enough for a grown turian to crawl through, and a back exit up onto the high ground of the cushionless couch hidden by a sheet. You know, in case of attack.
“We did good, now let’s see how comfy this nest of yours is.”
He rested his chin on the top of her head for a moment, “Thanks, um, you didn’t have to let me design it.”
She gave him a smirk that he couldn’t see, but could hear in her voice. “Well, it was your idea.” A playful nudge in the ribs, “And if it collapses on top of us we both know whose fault it is.”
There was a teasing growl to his voice, “Yours of course, trouble follows you close enough to make me jealous.”
She felt her cheeks get a little warm as she stepped away from him. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”
He followed behind her as she crawled into their nest, careful not to nudge any walls. “Maybe I just have a better view of your situation from your six. I do tend to catch all those things you miss.”
A pillow to the face and a playfully growled “Smart ass.” met him in the inner space.
It took a little shuffling and a deweaponized pillow for her head to rest on, but they found a way to fit together. Him resting on his side, another pillow under his waist and a few more stacked up for his head. Her curled up against his chest with the pillow to keep any pointy bits and edges of his chest from stabbing her. In the dark confines of their shelter they both managed to find a little space to breathe easy. It is hard to remain tense when another warm body that you trust is laying close against you.
He decided to take another chance and very carefully ran the claws of one hand through her hair. Being very certain to make sure his fingers were completely free of the entrapping strands before he went back to her temple to start again.
She made a soft noise in the back of her throat and curled even closer. “I’m sorry, I’ve never been any good at being intimate.”
He rumbled softly, “This doesn’t count? This feels nice.”
She bapped him softly on the shoulder, “I meant the whole without cloths intimate thing.”
He let his fingers run through her strange hair once again. “Shepard. I don’t mind that this is how our evening ended.”
Her laugh had a bitter note to it. “Even turian guys use that line when sex doesn’t work out?”
His mandibles snapped to the sides of his face tightly, “It’s not a line, Shepard, at least not from me.”
She sighed softly, “I’m sorry Garrus.” curling her body even closer to his.
He ran his fingers through her hair again and the tension bled from her body.
“I didn’t tell you why that recon scout was at my throat.” He took her quiet for permission to continue, “Apparently I am oblivious to when women like me, unless they outright tell me to my face.” His voice got quiet, “I, uh, never really had a whole lot of interest… even with… you know.”
She lightly brushed a hand over his shoulder. “You would be ok if… this was what we had?”
He rumbled softly, “I already said this feels nice, didn’t I?” Fingers once again running through her hair, he was starting to get used to the feel of it between his fingers. “Yes Shepard, I would be happy if this -is- what we have. I just feel bad that I couldn’t make you feel good.”
She moved her gentle touch to his face, lightly running over his markings. “Garrus, this is everything I need. Knowing that you have my six…” A slight smirk coming to her lips, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “I never really had a whole lot of interest… even with… either.”
They were silent for a while, simply enjoying the insulated warmth.
He shifted so his forehead brushed hers, almost hesitant as he spoke, “I would have an interest in… this.”
She closed her eyes, savoring the warm feel of his hide. “So would I.”
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August 1 2014, 06:29:22 UTC
Not the prompter, but this was so good! (!!!!!!!) (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) This was honestly one of the sweetest things I've ever read and I loved it.
“Ah, ya. I guess it is a bit childish.” It was stupid to suggest this, she was going to laugh at him, as if this wasn’t awkward enough as it is.
“Of course it is. This is going to be great.” Her voice and features warmed and she placed a hand on his arm.
“Wait, what?” She liked the idea?
“Let’s make a supply run to the linen closet to get more blankets. PJs first though.” She was turning away and heading for her closet.
She didn’t hear his soft sigh, how can you be in love with a woman and just not be able to find a way to make yourself make her feel good? He grabbed his clothing and threw it back on as she found a tank top and some loose pants that tied in front of her belly.
She leaned against his side as they looked over their ‘nest.’ Her mattress had been pulled from the bed to form the floor of the fort at the foot of the couch. The cushions from said couch made up the walls and a tumble of blankets and sheets were draped over to form a ceiling and to fill in any cracks therein. There was a front entrance large enough for a grown turian to crawl through, and a back exit up onto the high ground of the cushionless couch hidden by a sheet. You know, in case of attack.
“We did good, now let’s see how comfy this nest of yours is.”
He rested his chin on the top of her head for a moment, “Thanks, um, you didn’t have to let me design it.”
She gave him a smirk that he couldn’t see, but could hear in her voice. “Well, it was your idea.” A playful nudge in the ribs, “And if it collapses on top of us we both know whose fault it is.”
There was a teasing growl to his voice, “Yours of course, trouble follows you close enough to make me jealous.”
She felt her cheeks get a little warm as she stepped away from him. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”
He followed behind her as she crawled into their nest, careful not to nudge any walls. “Maybe I just have a better view of your situation from your six. I do tend to catch all those things you miss.”
A pillow to the face and a playfully growled “Smart ass.” met him in the inner space.
It took a little shuffling and a deweaponized pillow for her head to rest on, but they found a way to fit together. Him resting on his side, another pillow under his waist and a few more stacked up for his head. Her curled up against his chest with the pillow to keep any pointy bits and edges of his chest from stabbing her.
In the dark confines of their shelter they both managed to find a little space to breathe easy. It is hard to remain tense when another warm body that you trust is laying close against you.
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She made a soft noise in the back of her throat and curled even closer. “I’m sorry, I’ve never been any good at being intimate.”
He rumbled softly, “This doesn’t count? This feels nice.”
She bapped him softly on the shoulder, “I meant the whole without cloths intimate thing.”
He let his fingers run through her strange hair once again. “Shepard. I don’t mind that this is how our evening ended.”
Her laugh had a bitter note to it. “Even turian guys use that line when sex doesn’t work out?”
His mandibles snapped to the sides of his face tightly, “It’s not a line, Shepard, at least not from me.”
She sighed softly, “I’m sorry Garrus.” curling her body even closer to his.
He ran his fingers through her hair again and the tension bled from her body.
“I didn’t tell you why that recon scout was at my throat.” He took her quiet for permission to continue, “Apparently I am oblivious to when women like me, unless they outright tell me to my face.” His voice got quiet, “I, uh, never really had a whole lot of interest… even with… you know.”
She lightly brushed a hand over his shoulder. “You would be ok if… this was what we had?”
He rumbled softly, “I already said this feels nice, didn’t I?” Fingers once again running through her hair, he was starting to get used to the feel of it between his fingers. “Yes Shepard, I would be happy if this -is- what we have. I just feel bad that I couldn’t make you feel good.”
She moved her gentle touch to his face, lightly running over his markings. “Garrus, this is everything I need. Knowing that you have my six…” A slight smirk coming to her lips, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “I never really had a whole lot of interest… even with… either.”
They were silent for a while, simply enjoying the insulated warmth.
He shifted so his forehead brushed hers, almost hesitant as he spoke, “I would have an interest in… this.”
She closed her eyes, savoring the warm feel of his hide. “So would I.”
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