Dive now. 5/?
anonymous
September 13 2015, 18:13:32 UTC
His grin is infectious and she relaxes a bit, stops frowning. She shifts towards the corner of the couch, closer to him. She takes a deep breath to ease the nagging nervousness, and his smell washes over her, calming her. She closes her eyes briefly. When she opens them, she puts the hand closest to him on the back of his neck, and takes his hand with the other.
« Ok. Look into my eyes now. Relax, and breathe in time with the movements of your hand. » She slowly lifts it, and they both inhale slowly. She lowers it and they exhale. Keeping a slow rythm with his hand, she continues. « Every time you breathe out, you feel like you're diving, sliding, and it feels good. »
Surprisingly enough, it does feel good. It's oddly relaxing despite her hand on his neck. He should have expected it from the vids they saw, but it surprised him. It's not every day he gets to have physical contact with her, without the hard plating of their armor. It's exciting and calming at once. It's nice.
« You're feeling the urge to blink and your eyelids are heavy. Take deep breaths. Your head is heavy, and you're sleepy. »
She started to lightly massage the back of his neck. Too low to be distracting, but surprisingly pleasurable. For a fleeting moment, he has a flicker of doubt. Is this really working ?
« You can close your eyes if you wish to. You're starting to fall asleep » Hand up, hand down, massage, repeat.
He closes his eyes. Still feeling good but very much awake, a silly idea pops in his head. They've started to prank each other a while ago. Neither really remembers who started it, but they would take turn getting back at one another every other day. Last time, she sabotaged his cot and he fell right through it when he went to bed. He had to spend half an hour welding the thing back into shape. And now it's his turn.
He'll pretend it worked, the vids were enough to know how to act it, more or less. And then, he'll pretend he can't wake up from the transe. It's evil, she's probably going to freak out big time. But hey, his shoulder is still sore from when he bonelessly collapsed into a broken cot. He just needs to stop the act before she starts keeping her promise of using her fists to wake him up. He knows she will, and she has a mean hook. Even for a turian.
« Now, sleep. »
She pulls his hand a little lower this time, and he falls forward. Before she ends up with two hundred kilograms of armored turian on her lap, she lets go of his hand and catches him by the front of his cowl. He's as heavy as a dead horse, but she manages.
« Holy shit ! » Her eyes widen impossibly large. « Garrus, sit up ! »
He straightens his back, wobbling a little, his eyelids half-closed and mandibles slightly slack. His eyes are unfocused, looking somewhere beyond the coffe table. She releases him and eyes him suspiciously.
« Ok. If you're pulling my leg, now is the time to come clean before I rip your mandibles out and shove them up your cloaca. »
Yep, she's going to be majorly pissed. He tries his best not to snicker.
« Ok. Look into my eyes now. Relax, and breathe in time with the movements of your hand. » She slowly lifts it, and they both inhale slowly. She lowers it and they exhale. Keeping a slow rythm with his hand, she continues. « Every time you breathe out, you feel like you're diving, sliding, and it feels good. »
Surprisingly enough, it does feel good. It's oddly relaxing despite her hand on his neck. He should have expected it from the vids they saw, but it surprised him. It's not every day he gets to have physical contact with her, without the hard plating of their armor. It's exciting and calming at once. It's nice.
« You're feeling the urge to blink and your eyelids are heavy. Take deep breaths. Your head is heavy, and you're sleepy. »
She started to lightly massage the back of his neck. Too low to be distracting, but surprisingly pleasurable. For a fleeting moment, he has a flicker of doubt. Is this really working ?
« You can close your eyes if you wish to. You're starting to fall asleep » Hand up, hand down, massage, repeat.
He closes his eyes. Still feeling good but very much awake, a silly idea pops in his head. They've started to prank each other a while ago. Neither really remembers who started it, but they would take turn getting back at one another every other day. Last time, she sabotaged his cot and he fell right through it when he went to bed. He had to spend half an hour welding the thing back into shape. And now it's his turn.
He'll pretend it worked, the vids were enough to know how to act it, more or less. And then, he'll pretend he can't wake up from the transe. It's evil, she's probably going to freak out big time. But hey, his shoulder is still sore from when he bonelessly collapsed into a broken cot. He just needs to stop the act before she starts keeping her promise of using her fists to wake him up. He knows she will, and she has a mean hook. Even for a turian.
« Now, sleep. »
She pulls his hand a little lower this time, and he falls forward. Before she ends up with two hundred kilograms of armored turian on her lap, she lets go of his hand and catches him by the front of his cowl. He's as heavy as a dead horse, but she manages.
« Holy shit ! » Her eyes widen impossibly large. « Garrus, sit up ! »
He straightens his back, wobbling a little, his eyelids half-closed and mandibles slightly slack. His eyes are unfocused, looking somewhere beyond the coffe table. She releases him and eyes him suspiciously.
« Ok. If you're pulling my leg, now is the time to come clean before I rip your mandibles out and shove them up your cloaca. »
Yep, she's going to be majorly pissed. He tries his best not to snicker.
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