FemShep/Garrus - Decontamination 04
anonymous
August 6 2014, 04:04:47 UTC
These two always makes the hottest smut.
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It was like someone had set off a bomb. The tension that had been slowly building between them for months was now set loose and every moment she had turned her face from his searching gaze. Every time she had pulled her hand away when they touched. Every time she had seen disappointment and hurt flash behind ice blue eyes when she rejected him were swept aside and all that was left was deep, pure need.
Hands pulled and pushed in unfamiliar limbs as the burning hot kisses bruised her lips. She let her hands touch whatever she felt like. Frantic movement over his neck, his waist, his arms. Shepard wanted to explore all the new shapes and textures under her fingers at once. At the same time strong, coarse hands were giving her the same treatment and it drove her even wilder. He, Garrus, was touching her in a desperate way that gave no doubt of what he wanted. Two hearts were pumping rapidly in two very different chests. She knew this, because she could feel his heartbeat slamming against her ribcage. Like it wanted to punch its way in and set up residence there. To her own surprise she didn't have anything against the idea.
Their breaths had turned to hungry gasps for breath between deep kisses when the young turian pulled away for a moment.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
Shepard grabbed his head in both hands and plunged her tongue inside his mouth as an answer. She didn't want to slow down and talk about this. She was tired of thinking, she just wanted to feel and act and do. Oh boy did she want to do.
But Garrus caught her wrists and tore his lips away again.
“Shepard,” he said in his ragged breath, his sub-vocals vibrating through her, sending pleasant sensations all the way down to her groin. “If you aren't sure we need to stop, now.” There was something serious behind the lust in his eyes and it made Shepard take a deep breath to be able to actually listen to him. “I can't... If you change your mind... later... I can't...” His eyes started to flack around the bare room. “Spirits I can't believe I'm actually doing this.” He knit them close together. “But I just... can't if you don't.” He looked like he was waiting for something, his entire body tense like he was waiting for his own execution.
Shame filled her, for how long had she tormented him like this? All her refusals and pulling away. She would make it up to him, she promised herself.
“I want you,” she mumbled. It was the truth. It had always been the truth. He wasn't the only one she had hurt by her actions. “I need you, Garrus. Please.” She wasn't pleading. It was simply a sorry. “Please, will you have me?”
There were a fire in his eyes when he opened them again and looked at her. Garrus captured her mouth with his and pushed her back. A cold wall met her naked skin and she had to bite down a surprised squeal.
“Spirits, yes,” he hummed between one kiss and the next. “I'll always be here when you need me.”
Warm chest plates pressed into her, locking her against the wall, and even though there were no space between them she wanted to be even closer. She pressed herself against him, trying for the impossible. But strong hands captured her thighs and heaved her up against the wall. Plated lips left hers in their search down her cheek and neck. A blue tongue darted out between pointed teeth and tasted her skin. Then a hip was pushed together with her own and she was making a desperate kind of moaning sound deep in her throat because finally some friction. Instinct guided her movements as she ground back at him. The thin clothing of her panties catching on plate edges. A vibration started in Garru's chest and oh sweet lord that felt nice.
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It was like someone had set off a bomb. The tension that had been slowly building between them for months was now set loose and every moment she had turned her face from his searching gaze. Every time she had pulled her hand away when they touched. Every time she had seen disappointment and hurt flash behind ice blue eyes when she rejected him were swept aside and all that was left was deep, pure need.
Hands pulled and pushed in unfamiliar limbs as the burning hot kisses bruised her lips. She let her hands touch whatever she felt like. Frantic movement over his neck, his waist, his arms. Shepard wanted to explore all the new shapes and textures under her fingers at once. At the same time strong, coarse hands were giving her the same treatment and it drove her even wilder. He, Garrus, was touching her in a desperate way that gave no doubt of what he wanted. Two hearts were pumping rapidly in two very different chests. She knew this, because she could feel his heartbeat slamming against her ribcage. Like it wanted to punch its way in and set up residence there. To her own surprise she didn't have anything against the idea.
Their breaths had turned to hungry gasps for breath between deep kisses when the young turian pulled away for a moment.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
Shepard grabbed his head in both hands and plunged her tongue inside his mouth as an answer. She didn't want to slow down and talk about this. She was tired of thinking, she just wanted to feel and act and do. Oh boy did she want to do.
But Garrus caught her wrists and tore his lips away again.
“Shepard,” he said in his ragged breath, his sub-vocals vibrating through her, sending pleasant sensations all the way down to her groin. “If you aren't sure we need to stop, now.” There was something serious behind the lust in his eyes and it made Shepard take a deep breath to be able to actually listen to him. “I can't... If you change your mind... later... I can't...” His eyes started to flack around the bare room. “Spirits I can't believe I'm actually doing this.” He knit them close together. “But I just... can't if you don't.” He looked like he was waiting for something, his entire body tense like he was waiting for his own execution.
Shame filled her, for how long had she tormented him like this? All her refusals and pulling away. She would make it up to him, she promised herself.
“I want you,” she mumbled. It was the truth. It had always been the truth. He wasn't the only one she had hurt by her actions. “I need you, Garrus. Please.” She wasn't pleading. It was simply a sorry. “Please, will you have me?”
There were a fire in his eyes when he opened them again and looked at her. Garrus captured her mouth with his and pushed her back. A cold wall met her naked skin and she had to bite down a surprised squeal.
“Spirits, yes,” he hummed between one kiss and the next. “I'll always be here when you need me.”
Warm chest plates pressed into her, locking her against the wall, and even though there were no space between them she wanted to be even closer. She pressed herself against him, trying for the impossible. But strong hands captured her thighs and heaved her up against the wall. Plated lips left hers in their search down her cheek and neck. A blue tongue darted out between pointed teeth and tasted her skin. Then a hip was pushed together with her own and she was making a desperate kind of moaning sound deep in her throat because finally some friction. Instinct guided her movements as she ground back at him. The thin clothing of her panties catching on plate edges. A vibration started in Garru's chest and oh sweet lord that felt nice.
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