Re: "Returning the Favor" 2.3/?
anonymous
November 30 2014, 06:34:42 UTC
Months later, he'd finally fallen into her bed, drunk on love. He hadn't needed the wine - he'd been completely intoxicated by her.
It was awkward, yes - her feet jammed up against his spurs, his hips chafing the skin of her sensitive thighs, the very fact that their intimate anatomy was never designed for one another - but it was also good. And he'd known, from the moment they became one, that she was burning, too. Burning for him in a way no lover had ever had, scalding his skin with her litany of strokes, caresses, and kisses.
They were one, their scarred reflections fitting together. It wasn't perfect - their edges still jagged, still rough, still hurting - but it was intimacy more potent than anything he'd ever known.
No regrets, she'd whispered against his lips.
No regrets, he'd murmured back, and for the first time the pile of things going wrong in his life fell away and he was simply himself.
And knew, when he was her eyes take him in, that she saw him, and wanted him, flaws and scars and all.
And in that moment, she became not just his friend, not even just his lover - she became his other half, and he would only ever feel whole when he was buried inside of her, with her lips on his neck and his talons on her waist.
Two days ago, he still hadn't told her that. He had more or less moved into her room, they were having regular sex at least twice a day, sometimes more - and he hadn't said a damned word about how he felt to her.
And then she'd left on a solo mission, and her bed - their bed - was cold.
And it occurred to him that he still had regrets after all.
He'd always thought they'd have more time.
- - -
A few of the asari had tired of the humans, moving on to the other aliens in the bar. Two young maidens approached the bar.
One flirted with the bartender.
And one sat next to him.
He ignored her in favor of listening to the news report, then immediately wished he hadn't.
According to Ambassador Udina, if it is revealed that Commander Shepard was involved in the Bahak attacks, Shepard will be held accountable by Alliance law. However, ambassador Xhar'Tul Bahan has said that the Batarian Hedgemony will be seeking extradition...
“It's about time, them locking up that Shepard.” The asari attempted to strike up a conversation. “She's a god damned menace.”
He gripped his glass tighter but said nothing. These people - they didn't deserve a champion like Shepard. She'd sacrificed for them, killed for them, died for them and still, it was not enough. It would never be enough.
“There's rumors she's involved with Cerberus, that pro-human group.”
He felt his fingers grip the glass even tighter, and resisted the urge to slug the Asari in the face. The bartender looked away from his asari, sending Garrus a tense sub-vocal message as he shook his head slowly, the message clear: not in here.
“I mean,” the asari chuckled as her hand landed on his waist and he stiffened. “I know people say she's a hero, but, well, humans are always looking out for themselves, aren't they? Not like turians...”
Her fingers caressed his waist.
That was too much.
(More up soon - including Oraka's arrival - but A!A has to go to bed.)
It was awkward, yes - her feet jammed up against his spurs, his hips chafing the skin of her sensitive thighs, the very fact that their intimate anatomy was never designed for one another - but it was also good. And he'd known, from the moment they became one, that she was burning, too. Burning for him in a way no lover had ever had, scalding his skin with her litany of strokes, caresses, and kisses.
They were one, their scarred reflections fitting together. It wasn't perfect - their edges still jagged, still rough, still hurting - but it was intimacy more potent than anything he'd ever known.
No regrets, she'd whispered against his lips.
No regrets, he'd murmured back, and for the first time the pile of things going wrong in his life fell away and he was simply himself.
And knew, when he was her eyes take him in, that she saw him, and wanted him, flaws and scars and all.
And in that moment, she became not just his friend, not even just his lover - she became his other half, and he would only ever feel whole when he was buried inside of her, with her lips on his neck and his talons on her waist.
Two days ago, he still hadn't told her that. He had more or less moved into her room, they were having regular sex at least twice a day, sometimes more - and he hadn't said a damned word about how he felt to her.
And then she'd left on a solo mission, and her bed - their bed - was cold.
And it occurred to him that he still had regrets after all.
He'd always thought they'd have more time.
- - -
A few of the asari had tired of the humans, moving on to the other aliens in the bar. Two young maidens approached the bar.
One flirted with the bartender.
And one sat next to him.
He ignored her in favor of listening to the news report, then immediately wished he hadn't.
According to Ambassador Udina, if it is revealed that Commander Shepard was involved in the Bahak attacks, Shepard will be held accountable by Alliance law. However, ambassador Xhar'Tul Bahan has said that the Batarian Hedgemony will be seeking extradition...
“It's about time, them locking up that Shepard.” The asari attempted to strike up a conversation. “She's a god damned menace.”
He gripped his glass tighter but said nothing. These people - they didn't deserve a champion like Shepard. She'd sacrificed for them, killed for them, died for them and still, it was not enough. It would never be enough.
“There's rumors she's involved with Cerberus, that pro-human group.”
He felt his fingers grip the glass even tighter, and resisted the urge to slug the Asari in the face. The bartender looked away from his asari, sending Garrus a tense sub-vocal message as he shook his head slowly, the message clear: not in here.
“I mean,” the asari chuckled as her hand landed on his waist and he stiffened. “I know people say she's a hero, but, well, humans are always looking out for themselves, aren't they? Not like turians...”
Her fingers caressed his waist.
That was too much.
(More up soon - including Oraka's arrival - but A!A has to go to bed.)
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I like the story fo sho
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