The Advantages of Hospital Beds 1/?
anonymous
October 6 2014, 04:22:29 UTC
He's sore and beyond exhausted, but that's not the reason he's distracted as they trudge through Ilos.
It's her ass.
Shepard, on point as always, is leading him and Kaidan through the muck and mire and Geth from a good twenty feet away. And that strange round, curved ass is right in his scope all the time and it's driving him insane.
They've been shot at he doesn't know how many times. He's tired, he's wet, he's hungry.
But he doesn't think about any of that.
All he can think about is dragging her into one of those moss-covered ruins and fucking her until she screams his name.
He even comes up with plans for it - they could tell Kaidan to check the perimeter and then he'd take her from behind while they waited. They could even keep on most of their armor - he just needs her little cunt, wet and inviting, exposed. The hard part would be keeping her quiet. She's a screamer, he knows, especially when he uses his fingers to rub that curious little cluster of nerves she has at the top of her cunt.
A petty part of him wants Kaidan to hear her. He's been notably colder than usual to them both today, and Garrus wonders how much the Lieutenant overheard last night. Did he hear him rut the Commander into her mattress? Did he hear her scream his name, over and over, until her throat was raw?
“Vakarian, Alenko, we got Geth coming in on both sides.” She cocks her gun. “Let's not let those bastards slow us down.”
“Got it, Commander.” A familiar blue glow ghosts along the Lieutenant’s fingertips. Garrus feels a bit guilty for wanting to rub it in Alenko's face. He's a good man, a good soldier, Garrus knows, but he's trotted after the Commander like a puppy for so long.
He's not letting Alenko get a leg over her, not now that he has.
He sees a Geth thirty meters to his right, heading towards her. The bright light it makes in the murky darkness makes it an easy headshot.
“Scratch one,” he says.
“Nice shot.” Shepard replies, and on the surface it's the same calm, cool compliment she's always given him but he hears a soft purr to it that suggests that perhaps she doesn't just mean with the Geth.
They continue on.
When they get to an elevator, it's small.
“You two go ahead.” Kaidan's hand glows blue. “I'll stand guard, make sure we're not followed.”
It makes sense. Kaidan's biotics make him the best at crowd dispersal.
And he won't argue about alone time with Shepard.
“Got it.” He says. She nods.
The door closes and they descend. Within seconds, Shepard is popping off her helmet, he removes his and then they're kissing. He should pay attention to how far down they're going but all he can think about is pushing her closer to him. Her leg slides up his and his hands find their way to that incredible ass, their pelvis armor clanging as they awkwardly dry-hump.
“I want to fuck you so hard right now,” he growls, as he licks her neck.
“Fuck.” She moans against him and he feels her hand searching for the seals on his pelvic armor. “Do you know that all I can think about is how good your stupid dick would feel inside me right now?”
They're both jostled when the elevator stills. Garrus moans, hips still rhythmically clanking into her hers.
She moans, and he feels his sheathe retracting.
They tumble out of the elevator, and he barely has enough sense left to jam the button to send it to Kaidan before he's on his knees, trying desperately to remove her armor. He growls and just the vibration of his voice is enough to make her gasp. So sensitive, humans.
He likes that.
“Stop.” She pants. “Kaidan.”
He stills his hands, but leans his head into her crotch. He can smell her arousal. “Let him watch.”
“No.” She runs a hand down his fringe. “Mission. Have to focus on the mission.”
And she's right, but still, getting up and resisting that gorgeous cunt is pretty much the hardest thing he's ever done.
The Advantages of Hospital Beds 1.2/?
anonymous
October 6 2014, 04:27:01 UTC
He can count the number of times he's fucked someone for hours without end on one of hands, and still have two fingers left over.
He can count the number of times he's wanted to fuck a woman more than once or twice on even less. Until now.
He's not sure how many times they've had sex in the past twenty four hours - a lot - but dammit, he wants more.
He wants to feel her hot, tight heat pressing around him as he pounds into her. He wants his tongue on her lips, on her neck, in her cunt. He wants to know what other secret places human females have, what new positions he can bend her into. He wants her to take him and scream for him and come for him, writhing under his talons.
Kaidan arrives and says hello, but Garrus barely replies. He can't keep his eyes off her.
He keeps his eyes on the small of her back as he listens to the Prothean's Vigil.
He glances at her delicious ass as she rams the MAKO through the relay, watching it bounce and wishing it was his cock underneath her, not the military grade seat.
He is, at best, vaguely aware that Saren commits suicide, because he's too busy concentrating on the curve of her waist.
He is taken by surprise by the Sovereign/Saren thing, his footwork surprisingly sloppy because she's fucking dancing with it, trading swipes and punches and kicks and fuck she is beautiful.
He still gets the kill shot.
But in the end, it's a good thing that he's a massive pervert, because its his staring at her ass that allows him to see the shadow foretelling the reaper debris about to fall on her.
Without thinking, he runs, pushes her away.
He feels a sharp, intense pain on his lungs and he can't breathe.
He hears Shepard shouting, and then there's nothing.
It's her ass.
Shepard, on point as always, is leading him and Kaidan through the muck and mire and Geth from a good twenty feet away. And that strange round, curved ass is right in his scope all the time and it's driving him insane.
They've been shot at he doesn't know how many times. He's tired, he's wet, he's hungry.
But he doesn't think about any of that.
All he can think about is dragging her into one of those moss-covered ruins and fucking her until she screams his name.
He even comes up with plans for it - they could tell Kaidan to check the perimeter and then he'd take her from behind while they waited. They could even keep on most of their armor - he just needs her little cunt, wet and inviting, exposed. The hard part would be keeping her quiet. She's a screamer, he knows, especially when he uses his fingers to rub that curious little cluster of nerves she has at the top of her cunt.
A petty part of him wants Kaidan to hear her. He's been notably colder than usual to them both today, and Garrus wonders how much the Lieutenant overheard last night. Did he hear him rut the Commander into her mattress? Did he hear her scream his name, over and over, until her throat was raw?
“Vakarian, Alenko, we got Geth coming in on both sides.” She cocks her gun. “Let's not let those bastards slow us down.”
“Got it, Commander.” A familiar blue glow ghosts along the Lieutenant’s fingertips. Garrus feels a bit guilty for wanting to rub it in Alenko's face. He's a good man, a good soldier, Garrus knows, but he's trotted after the Commander like a puppy for so long.
He's not letting Alenko get a leg over her, not now that he has.
He sees a Geth thirty meters to his right, heading towards her. The bright light it makes in the murky darkness makes it an easy headshot.
“Scratch one,” he says.
“Nice shot.” Shepard replies, and on the surface it's the same calm, cool compliment she's always given him but he hears a soft purr to it that suggests that perhaps she doesn't just mean with the Geth.
They continue on.
When they get to an elevator, it's small.
“You two go ahead.” Kaidan's hand glows blue. “I'll stand guard, make sure we're not followed.”
It makes sense. Kaidan's biotics make him the best at crowd dispersal.
And he won't argue about alone time with Shepard.
“Got it.” He says. She nods.
The door closes and they descend. Within seconds, Shepard is popping off her helmet, he removes his and then they're kissing. He should pay attention to how far down they're going but all he can think about is pushing her closer to him. Her leg slides up his and his hands find their way to that incredible ass, their pelvis armor clanging as they awkwardly dry-hump.
“I want to fuck you so hard right now,” he growls, as he licks her neck.
“Fuck.” She moans against him and he feels her hand searching for the seals on his pelvic armor. “Do you know that all I can think about is how good your stupid dick would feel inside me right now?”
They're both jostled when the elevator stills. Garrus moans, hips still rhythmically clanking into her hers.
She moans, and he feels his sheathe retracting.
They tumble out of the elevator, and he barely has enough sense left to jam the button to send it to Kaidan before he's on his knees, trying desperately to remove her armor. He growls and just the vibration of his voice is enough to make her gasp. So sensitive, humans.
He likes that.
“Stop.” She pants. “Kaidan.”
He stills his hands, but leans his head into her crotch. He can smell her arousal. “Let him watch.”
“No.” She runs a hand down his fringe. “Mission. Have to focus on the mission.”
And she's right, but still, getting up and resisting that gorgeous cunt is pretty much the hardest thing he's ever done.
And that fact scares the hell out of him.
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He can count the number of times he's wanted to fuck a woman more than once or twice on even less. Until now.
He's not sure how many times they've had sex in the past twenty four hours - a lot - but dammit, he wants more.
He wants to feel her hot, tight heat pressing around him as he pounds into her. He wants his tongue on her lips, on her neck, in her cunt. He wants to know what other secret places human females have, what new positions he can bend her into. He wants her to take him and scream for him and come for him, writhing under his talons.
Kaidan arrives and says hello, but Garrus barely replies. He can't keep his eyes off her.
He keeps his eyes on the small of her back as he listens to the Prothean's Vigil.
He glances at her delicious ass as she rams the MAKO through the relay, watching it bounce and wishing it was his cock underneath her, not the military grade seat.
He is, at best, vaguely aware that Saren commits suicide, because he's too busy concentrating on the curve of her waist.
He is taken by surprise by the Sovereign/Saren thing, his footwork surprisingly sloppy because she's fucking dancing with it, trading swipes and punches and kicks and fuck she is beautiful.
He still gets the kill shot.
But in the end, it's a good thing that he's a massive pervert, because its his staring at her ass that allows him to see the shadow foretelling the reaper debris about to fall on her.
Without thinking, he runs, pushes her away.
He feels a sharp, intense pain on his lungs and he can't breathe.
He hears Shepard shouting, and then there's nothing.
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