FemShep/Garrus - Pollen of Opportunity 02
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January 30 2015, 02:35:17 UTC
(The above entrance should of course be nr 1)
It was like watching a candle turn into a flaming inferno in two seconds flat. The woman grabbed his neck between her hands and then her soft lips pressed hard over his mouth. His stomach knit together, the tension pooling and his pants getting uncomfortably tight when he couldn't keep certain parts of his anatomy from emerging any longer. It didn't help when Shepard pounced and wrapped her legs around his waist, hooking those strong thighs over his hips. Garrus growled and squeezed her buttock in his firm grip, struggling to not stagger backwards down the stairs.
He was quickly loosing the battle of not turning around and have her on the kitchen counter. But maybe the crew wouldn't appreciate walking in on their Commander getting fucked out in the open, and he was a hundred percent that Gardner would at the very least petition to have him thrown off the ship if he found out. Where then? Her quarters would have been the best options, but that was too far.
Shepard decided this to be a good time to roll her hips, making the warmth between her legs rub down over his clothed length. He groaned into her mouth. Yes, definitely too far. The battery wasn't the most romantic place ever, but it just had to do.
It felt great when he pressed her against the door to his chosen quarter, friction finally making all the right feeling flow from his groin. Proof that he wasn't thinking straight presented itself when he palmed the door controls and they hastily slid up at his command. The entangled pair fell heavily into the room, and for a second Garrus was worried that he'd crushed the squishy human beneath him on the floor. He struggled to get off her, and he had gotten as far as making his legs move and heave himself up on his arms with his hands on either side of her head, all the while prattling out excuses, when her legs closed around his waist and pulled him back down.
“You're not going anywhere,” Shepard commanded and claimed his lips once again.
And then it was just the glorious glide of friction and her strangely tasting tongue on his for a while. Finally he could let his hands roam her body, feel the taut muscles under coarse fabric.
It didn't take long before Shepard let out a whine. It penetrated his ear canals and wired it's way all the way down his spine to his now highly sensitive member. It throbbed hard, tucked between her thighs.
“You really don't have to... Have to prolong the foreplay, G,” she breathed between one kiss and the next. “I've been ready since I saw your ass in the mess.”
Garrus let out a deep rumble to hide the fact that he was blushing on the inside. She was so forceful in her want, so secure in her movements, even as they hurried over his body, pressing, clawing, kneading his scales. Simplemindedly finding his weak-spots. It reminded him of how she would charge head first into a situation on the battlefield and tackle whatever problem came in her way.
But hurrying this along sounded fine by him and he started to tear in her clothes, cursing over the small buttons on her jacket. How could humans get these open anyway? Tiny, five fingered hands seemed to struggle with his hard clasps as well. They where both ejecting frustrated noises until Shepard withdrew long enough to say:
“Lets take the clothes off separately.”
He nodded.
“Fuck you humans and your weird contraptions,” he muttered as they separated and started tugging his own buckles open.
Shepard got up on her feet and pulled her pants down her legs, leaving Garrus' hands staggering in their task as he saw the muscles play under the thin skin. Oh, Spirits, that was thin skin. It somehow made it even more erotic to watch. Like she had the soft hide of their waists all over her body. He couldn't get out of his clothes fast enough.
Shepard chuckled.
“Says the space raptor,” she said and threw the last piece of clothing in a corner.
Garrus took a second to admire the uninterrupted light pink skin, watching the entirety of her alien body. He had never been turned on by a naked human before. What was it about Shepard that made him want to jump her so badly?
It was like watching a candle turn into a flaming inferno in two seconds flat. The woman grabbed his neck between her hands and then her soft lips pressed hard over his mouth. His stomach knit together, the tension pooling and his pants getting uncomfortably tight when he couldn't keep certain parts of his anatomy from emerging any longer. It didn't help when Shepard pounced and wrapped her legs around his waist, hooking those strong thighs over his hips. Garrus growled and squeezed her buttock in his firm grip, struggling to not stagger backwards down the stairs.
He was quickly loosing the battle of not turning around and have her on the kitchen counter. But maybe the crew wouldn't appreciate walking in on their Commander getting fucked out in the open, and he was a hundred percent that Gardner would at the very least petition to have him thrown off the ship if he found out. Where then? Her quarters would have been the best options, but that was too far.
Shepard decided this to be a good time to roll her hips, making the warmth between her legs rub down over his clothed length. He groaned into her mouth. Yes, definitely too far. The battery wasn't the most romantic place ever, but it just had to do.
It felt great when he pressed her against the door to his chosen quarter, friction finally making all the right feeling flow from his groin. Proof that he wasn't thinking straight presented itself when he palmed the door controls and they hastily slid up at his command. The entangled pair fell heavily into the room, and for a second Garrus was worried that he'd crushed the squishy human beneath him on the floor. He struggled to get off her, and he had gotten as far as making his legs move and heave himself up on his arms with his hands on either side of her head, all the while prattling out excuses, when her legs closed around his waist and pulled him back down.
“You're not going anywhere,” Shepard commanded and claimed his lips once again.
And then it was just the glorious glide of friction and her strangely tasting tongue on his for a while. Finally he could let his hands roam her body, feel the taut muscles under coarse fabric.
It didn't take long before Shepard let out a whine. It penetrated his ear canals and wired it's way all the way down his spine to his now highly sensitive member. It throbbed hard, tucked between her thighs.
“You really don't have to... Have to prolong the foreplay, G,” she breathed between one kiss and the next. “I've been ready since I saw your ass in the mess.”
Garrus let out a deep rumble to hide the fact that he was blushing on the inside. She was so forceful in her want, so secure in her movements, even as they hurried over his body, pressing, clawing, kneading his scales. Simplemindedly finding his weak-spots. It reminded him of how she would charge head first into a situation on the battlefield and tackle whatever problem came in her way.
But hurrying this along sounded fine by him and he started to tear in her clothes, cursing over the small buttons on her jacket. How could humans get these open anyway? Tiny, five fingered hands seemed to struggle with his hard clasps as well. They where both ejecting frustrated noises until Shepard withdrew long enough to say:
“Lets take the clothes off separately.”
He nodded.
“Fuck you humans and your weird contraptions,” he muttered as they separated and started tugging his own buckles open.
Shepard got up on her feet and pulled her pants down her legs, leaving Garrus' hands staggering in their task as he saw the muscles play under the thin skin. Oh, Spirits, that was thin skin. It somehow made it even more erotic to watch. Like she had the soft hide of their waists all over her body. He couldn't get out of his clothes fast enough.
Shepard chuckled.
“Says the space raptor,” she said and threw the last piece of clothing in a corner.
Garrus took a second to admire the uninterrupted light pink skin, watching the entirety of her alien body. He had never been turned on by a naked human before. What was it about Shepard that made him want to jump her so badly?
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