Parable : Genesis 2c
anonymous
November 29 2014, 03:51:43 UTC
He sighs and drops his head, probably feeling like her and not wanting to ruin the little time they have together with a fight they both have different views on and may never budge on. After a moment of silence that drags in the still bedroom, he squeezes her hand. “Did anything happen when you got the vision?”
She bites her lip in silent contemplation. If she tells him, she’s positive their mutual agreement to not fight will mean nothing and he’ll be upset beyond imagine. She also knows that her refusal to answer will just give him the idea that something happened that he wouldn’t like to hear.
The only thing that helps her with the indecision is the promise they made when they bonded for life to always carry the other’s burdens and truths. “Yeah.” She weakly smiles. “I saw things out of a nightmare, but couldn’t make any sense of it.” She tangles her free hand in her messy hair. “All I can make out are machines, people, and the feeling of death.”
He exhales heavily, his shoulders tense, but he doesn’t respond as she fears. His expected reprimand for taking Alenko’s place in the pull of the beacon, both silent and spoken, completely absent. “Are you feeling okay now?” he asks with a concerned hum to his harmonics.
She smiles warmly and strokes her free hand along his cheek, relishing the pressure of his slight nuzzle back. “No, I think I’m alright now.”
He purrs and leans in to rub his head against hers before tilting sideways to plant a human kiss on her lips. He pulls away and moves to stand. “I’d love nothing else but to stay here with you, but I have to be at C-Sec and ready for a Council meeting. I expect you do too.”
She snorts and nods in an affirmative, standing up to grab her own set of light clothes. She easily finds the flexible light armor with the red stripe and N7 emblazoned on the breast and slips her legs in.
By the time she lifts her foot to the desk chair to tie the laces and clip the latches of her boots, Garrus is done with his own armor. She hears the drops of his steps approaching her right before she feels the sharp jolt in her ass.
She jerks her shoulders, her hands clasped in her boots, and looks over her shoulder with a glare. “Do you mind?” He chuckles and rubs the spot he just slapped. “That’s something you do when the clothes are supposed to come off, not while we’re getting dressed to leave.”
“I like seeing you in armor,” he says, clearly ignoring her statement and he continues to stroke her ass cheek through the flexible textile. “I’ve never seen you like this in person, only on vids and pictures in your files.”
She raises her brow and turns back to her task, talking loud enough for him to understand her clearly. “You looked me up?”
“Only after we were married. Had to make sure I didn’t make a huge mistake…” She glares at his smirk as she drops her completed foot and switches to the other boot.
“I hate you,” she huffs with a tight tug on her laces.
He laughs and leans down to her ear. “No, you love me.” He nuzzles into her hair at the curve of her ear with a loving purr. He pulls away and leaves her to complete her task without his distractions.
She gets her shoes tied and quickly tidies her hair in the bathroom mirror before meeting him at the door to leave. She lifts on her toes and wraps her arms around his neck as his own hands grip her waist. “Thanks, Garrus.” She says as she presses against his plated forehead.
“For what?” He rumbles and nuzzles into her touch.
“For everything… For letting me use you to ease my stress, for forcing me to talk to you about what happened, for understanding that I may never change the way I am but dropping it anyways so we could enjoy each other’s short company… for caring enough about me to actually be protective when I go on duty.” She drops lower and pulls one arm back to cup his mandible. “I’ve never had someone in my life care about my safety and wellbeing. I’m still so new to it and I promise to try and see things your way.”
Parable : Genesis 2d
anonymous
November 29 2014, 03:52:43 UTC
He hums with a soft flicker of his free mandible and moves closer, their mouths coming together in a passionate kiss of two people with complete love and devotion for the other. They pull away despite their desire and inner pull to remain in position. “Good luck out there with the Council, Jane. I’ll be sure to bring you something to help your case.” He quickly strokes a finger along her jaw before stepping out of their apartment with her at his back. “This case got a lot more personal.”
Re: Parable : Genesis 2d
anonymous
November 29 2014, 10:42:19 UTC
Yay, more of this. I can hardly wait to see them sneaking around. I think you did good with choosing what to use from game, and I am sure people would be happy with about the same amount to follow. But I am pretty sure we want lots of unseen moments between them and how they deflect interest from how well they seem to get along.
She bites her lip in silent contemplation. If she tells him, she’s positive their mutual agreement to not fight will mean nothing and he’ll be upset beyond imagine. She also knows that her refusal to answer will just give him the idea that something happened that he wouldn’t like to hear.
The only thing that helps her with the indecision is the promise they made when they bonded for life to always carry the other’s burdens and truths. “Yeah.” She weakly smiles. “I saw things out of a nightmare, but couldn’t make any sense of it.” She tangles her free hand in her messy hair. “All I can make out are machines, people, and the feeling of death.”
He exhales heavily, his shoulders tense, but he doesn’t respond as she fears. His expected reprimand for taking Alenko’s place in the pull of the beacon, both silent and spoken, completely absent. “Are you feeling okay now?” he asks with a concerned hum to his harmonics.
She smiles warmly and strokes her free hand along his cheek, relishing the pressure of his slight nuzzle back. “No, I think I’m alright now.”
He purrs and leans in to rub his head against hers before tilting sideways to plant a human kiss on her lips. He pulls away and moves to stand. “I’d love nothing else but to stay here with you, but I have to be at C-Sec and ready for a Council meeting. I expect you do too.”
She snorts and nods in an affirmative, standing up to grab her own set of light clothes. She easily finds the flexible light armor with the red stripe and N7 emblazoned on the breast and slips her legs in.
By the time she lifts her foot to the desk chair to tie the laces and clip the latches of her boots, Garrus is done with his own armor. She hears the drops of his steps approaching her right before she feels the sharp jolt in her ass.
She jerks her shoulders, her hands clasped in her boots, and looks over her shoulder with a glare. “Do you mind?” He chuckles and rubs the spot he just slapped. “That’s something you do when the clothes are supposed to come off, not while we’re getting dressed to leave.”
“I like seeing you in armor,” he says, clearly ignoring her statement and he continues to stroke her ass cheek through the flexible textile. “I’ve never seen you like this in person, only on vids and pictures in your files.”
She raises her brow and turns back to her task, talking loud enough for him to understand her clearly. “You looked me up?”
“Only after we were married. Had to make sure I didn’t make a huge mistake…” She glares at his smirk as she drops her completed foot and switches to the other boot.
“I hate you,” she huffs with a tight tug on her laces.
He laughs and leans down to her ear. “No, you love me.” He nuzzles into her hair at the curve of her ear with a loving purr. He pulls away and leaves her to complete her task without his distractions.
She gets her shoes tied and quickly tidies her hair in the bathroom mirror before meeting him at the door to leave. She lifts on her toes and wraps her arms around his neck as his own hands grip her waist. “Thanks, Garrus.” She says as she presses against his plated forehead.
“For what?” He rumbles and nuzzles into her touch.
“For everything… For letting me use you to ease my stress, for forcing me to talk to you about what happened, for understanding that I may never change the way I am but dropping it anyways so we could enjoy each other’s short company… for caring enough about me to actually be protective when I go on duty.” She drops lower and pulls one arm back to cup his mandible. “I’ve never had someone in my life care about my safety and wellbeing. I’m still so new to it and I promise to try and see things your way.”
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