The Advantages of Hospital Beds 2.3/?
anonymous
October 6 2014, 05:54:34 UTC
“Good.” Her hand tightens against his own. “Because I want someone like you saving my ass.”
“Well, you do have a really great ass...” He tries to laugh, but winds up coughing.
“That why you were staring at it so much?” She coos. His heart-rate increases - he can tell, and so can she, thanks to the monitor - when she gets up and presses a kiss on his brow. Still, he finds himself not minding the reveal, not when he knows that she wants him just as much as he wants her.
“Mmm.” He leans his lips up for a real kiss and is rewarded by a good, long one, which the heart monitor helpfully beeps his enjoyment of to her.
“I got an update from the doctors on your condition.” She gives him a quick peck on the nose. “You're gonna be just fine.”
“Course. Can't be dying on you, that'd just look embarrassing.”
“I think if a student dies on his first day of official spectre training, they tend to blame the student and not the teacher.” Her eyes dance with amusement, and he takes advantage of her nearness to lean forward enough to press a kiss to her nose. Her soft skin crinkles underneath his mouth.
“Do I get marks off for getting injured if I save your life?” He whispers, his breath close enough to warm her face.
“You got top marks,” she says. “And you really did save my life, you know.”
“Good.” He chuckles softly. “Because it really would look worse for me if my teacher wound up dying before I did.”
“Well then...” She's leaning so far forward she's almost in his lap, and it doesn't take more than an insistent tug on her waist before she climbs up. “Extra credit,” she whispers in his ear, and he thinks he likes the sound of that very much.
“How long are they keeping me here?” He asks, hands already on a journey around her waist that he cannot stop himself from making. Pain in his chest or not, he already wants to take her and rut her senseless.
“Overnight.” At the disappointed look he surely has, she kisses his nose. “Observation. Looks like you just got a bit bruised when that reaper tech knocked the air out of you, but...they want to make sure that's all that happened. You did pass out.” She curls her head into his neck and he runs a hand through her strange fringe - which, he has discovered, feels entirely different when dry. It is softer, lighter, airier, and does not cling quite as tenaciously to his fingers.
“Don't pout, Garrus.” She says, as he chuffs.
In truth, he's at least partially relieved, even if he does want to fuck her. His chest burns, and it's not just with emotion. He thinks they must have put him on some sedative - his fingers feel all tingly - but then again, perhaps that's just because of Shepard, because he's touching Shepard.
She shivers underneath his touch and he grins. It might be covered, but human females clearly having the back of their heads touched just as much as female turians do.
“I'll make sure to reward you for your bravery.” She says. “If you're good.”
“Judging by my dad's reaction, I don't think I'm a good turian, Shepard.” He drawls, drawing her closer and closer to him until they are skin to skin.
“Mmm, my bad boy?” She nuzzles into his neck, and when her lips brush the back of his neck, he shivers a bit.
“What do you think?” He asks, lowering his voice to a register that he now knows drives her absolutely wild.
“I think you need to lock the door.” She whispers in his ear.
“Well, you do have a really great ass...” He tries to laugh, but winds up coughing.
“That why you were staring at it so much?” She coos. His heart-rate increases - he can tell, and so can she, thanks to the monitor - when she gets up and presses a kiss on his brow. Still, he finds himself not minding the reveal, not when he knows that she wants him just as much as he wants her.
“Mmm.” He leans his lips up for a real kiss and is rewarded by a good, long one, which the heart monitor helpfully beeps his enjoyment of to her.
“I got an update from the doctors on your condition.” She gives him a quick peck on the nose. “You're gonna be just fine.”
“Course. Can't be dying on you, that'd just look embarrassing.”
“I think if a student dies on his first day of official spectre training, they tend to blame the student and not the teacher.” Her eyes dance with amusement, and he takes advantage of her nearness to lean forward enough to press a kiss to her nose. Her soft skin crinkles underneath his mouth.
“Do I get marks off for getting injured if I save your life?” He whispers, his breath close enough to warm her face.
“You got top marks,” she says. “And you really did save my life, you know.”
“Good.” He chuckles softly. “Because it really would look worse for me if my teacher wound up dying before I did.”
“Well then...” She's leaning so far forward she's almost in his lap, and it doesn't take more than an insistent tug on her waist before she climbs up. “Extra credit,” she whispers in his ear, and he thinks he likes the sound of that very much.
“How long are they keeping me here?” He asks, hands already on a journey around her waist that he cannot stop himself from making. Pain in his chest or not, he already wants to take her and rut her senseless.
“Overnight.” At the disappointed look he surely has, she kisses his nose. “Observation. Looks like you just got a bit bruised when that reaper tech knocked the air out of you, but...they want to make sure that's all that happened. You did pass out.” She curls her head into his neck and he runs a hand through her strange fringe - which, he has discovered, feels entirely different when dry. It is softer, lighter, airier, and does not cling quite as tenaciously to his fingers.
“Don't pout, Garrus.” She says, as he chuffs.
In truth, he's at least partially relieved, even if he does want to fuck her. His chest burns, and it's not just with emotion. He thinks they must have put him on some sedative - his fingers feel all tingly - but then again, perhaps that's just because of Shepard, because he's touching Shepard.
She shivers underneath his touch and he grins. It might be covered, but human females clearly having the back of their heads touched just as much as female turians do.
“I'll make sure to reward you for your bravery.” She says. “If you're good.”
“Judging by my dad's reaction, I don't think I'm a good turian, Shepard.” He drawls, drawing her closer and closer to him until they are skin to skin.
“Mmm, my bad boy?” She nuzzles into his neck, and when her lips brush the back of his neck, he shivers a bit.
“What do you think?” He asks, lowering his voice to a register that he now knows drives her absolutely wild.
“I think you need to lock the door.” She whispers in his ear.
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Hope the sexy is up to your standards.
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Yup, its official: my day has been made. :D
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