The benefits of coming home (1.5/?) Wrex/Garrus/Bakara
anonymous
July 30 2014, 01:03:10 UTC
“Hah!” Wrex barked in amusement, and jabbed a finger at Vakarian's bony hip. “Little Mordin would have you chewed down to bone in a few minutes. Nobody that scrawny is worth carting halfway across the galaxy to feed those bottomless pits.”
“Oh, now I'm scrawny?” Garrus hooked a leg over Wrex's midriff and straddled him, leaning down to mock snap at the krogan's crest. “I didn't hear you complaining about scrawny last night!”
“I was distracted,” Wrex wrapped his hands around the turian's waist, digging his thumbs into the soft hide to Watch Vakarian squirm. “Now it's obvious.....definitely scrawny.”
Wrex was just starting the enjoy the feel of Garrus' long tongue on the flat of his throat, when someone banged on the sliding metal door.
Garrus snarled “Oh for spirit’s sake, Dad!” in anticipation yet another Vakarian family showdown, but it was a clearly human voice that called cheerfully out to them.
“Just a second, James!” Garrus called as Wrex regretfully boosted the turian off him.
Watching Garrus pad across the small space to retrieve his clothing, Wrex couldn't help but look at the black line of partially scarred over scabs on the turian's back, just below his cowl. The battlemaster didn't have to see Vakarian's chest to know there was a matching set there....reaper shrapnel that had hit a half inch from heart and spine, Chakwas had said.
Wrex didn't like thinking about that night. Didn't like admitting the fear he'd felt, crouched on a burning street while he tried to keep Garrus from bleeding out, and the Normandy had dodged reaper fire in the sky above them. In those moments, today had seemed an impossibility. Snapped out of his thoughts by Garrus flicking a krogan-sized shirt at him, Wrex grumbled and grinned to himself.
lol, there will be some.....talks with Papa Vakarian later in this.'Coming home' will probably be a bit longer than the other benefits stories.....scenes keep just appearing in my brain. =P
“Oh, now I'm scrawny?” Garrus hooked a leg over Wrex's midriff and straddled him, leaning down to mock snap at the krogan's crest. “I didn't hear you complaining about scrawny last night!”
“I was distracted,” Wrex wrapped his hands around the turian's waist, digging his thumbs into the soft hide to Watch Vakarian squirm. “Now it's obvious.....definitely scrawny.”
Wrex was just starting the enjoy the feel of Garrus' long tongue on the flat of his throat, when someone banged on the sliding metal door.
Garrus snarled “Oh for spirit’s sake, Dad!” in anticipation yet another Vakarian family showdown, but it was a clearly human voice that called cheerfully out to them.
“Just a second, James!” Garrus called as Wrex regretfully boosted the turian off him.
Watching Garrus pad across the small space to retrieve his clothing, Wrex couldn't help but look at the black line of partially scarred over scabs on the turian's back, just below his cowl. The battlemaster didn't have to see Vakarian's chest to know there was a matching set there....reaper shrapnel that had hit a half inch from heart and spine, Chakwas had said.
Wrex didn't like thinking about that night. Didn't like admitting the fear he'd felt, crouched on a burning street while he tried to keep Garrus from bleeding out, and the Normandy had dodged reaper fire in the sky above them. In those moments, today had seemed an impossibility. Snapped out of his thoughts by Garrus flicking a krogan-sized shirt at him, Wrex grumbled and grinned to himself.
Today they were going home.
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My heart... Awwww I love them both so much.
Wrekarian cuties. <3
I live your smut but damn feels are even better.
If you ever want to write about Papa Vakarian finding about about them please do. Would love to read this in detail ;)
And my, now I have this pictures in my mind. Bakara feeding her way to thin turian.
Give your Wrex and Garrus big hugs from me!
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As always, great job A!A :)
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