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.
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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