Shepard Jr. – Lucius Vakarian 5/6
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October 17 2015, 10:00:28 UTC
The redhead leaned right next to her husband, her hand pinching the bridge of her noise as she sighed heavily. "How does he do it, Garrus?"
"Well," the older turian shrugged as he put down his datapad, “at least he's not a pyromaniac."
"Yeah, we really dodged a bullet there," Shepard rolled her eyes at him, shaking her head as she brought up her omni-tool. "Have you read the messages from his drill sergeants? One of them had to take an extended leave from work because he nearly had a nervous breakdown."
"I know, Shepard, but he's not a bad recruit,” Garrus noted that he was probably being a bit too soft when it came to raising their son, but he saw potential in him. It didn’t help his demeanor was sometimes very close that of his wife who was a very noted soldier. “He's just unpredictable, easily distracted and well... somewhat destructive.”
“Somewhat?”
“I can see your point,” the older turian raised his hands, fumbling them together. “Besides, he gets it from you."
The redhead tilted her head at him, an incredulous look on her face as she propped her hands against the sides of her waist, that very waist he thought was still pretty damn good looking. "What?"
Garrus stumbled through his words as her look intensified. "You know, the driving and..."
"The hell, Garrus?” her hand shot up into the air. “You never said anything about my driving."
"Pretty sure I did,” the turian thought back on all those times his wife, then his commanding officer, drove them around in the rather poorly designed Mako. Or as it turned, it wasn’t the Mako’s fault, the redhead’s driving was just that bad. Sometimes the crew would draw straws, just so they’d get out of driving around in that death machine. “Shepard, you're supposed to go left from here. Shepard, don't use thrusters to jump up and down on geth armatures. Shepard, please don't try to drive over that 90° incline. Shepard-"
"Okay, I get it,” the woman raised her voice, her face a little red from remembering all those times before finally admitting to him with a sigh. “Perhaps I should have listened to your father and sent him to a driving school."
"Maybe. Would've saved them some gray hair,” he then scratched his fringe, his mandibles flaring a bit. “Would’ve saved me some gray hair.”
Shepard snorted loudly, pushing lightly at his chest. “Oh, shut up, you don’t have hair.”
“No, but I wish I did,” he leaned into the woman with a low laughter, his hands snaking around her waist as he brought their bodies together. Garrus buried his nose into her silky red hair and nuzzled her temple, producing a rather sweet chuckle out of her.
“All these years and you still think my hair is the best thing about me,” the redhead brought her hands around his neck with a hint of amusement on her face. “Maybe you should’ve married them instead.”
The turian chuckled. “Maybe, but your hair can’t do this,” he brought their mouths together, letting his wife do wonders for him with her tongue. Kissing was one of those peculiarities he didn’t really get about the humans at first. They were resourceful enough to adapt to each other’s strange mouth configuration despite being something he wasn’t used to, but he was glad in the end he let himself experience it.
They separated after a while, her hands slipping from his neck and around his torso as she rested her head on his chest, letting him run his fingers through her hair. Shepard sighed after a while. “What are we going to do about Lucius?”
"Well," the older turian shrugged as he put down his datapad, “at least he's not a pyromaniac."
"Yeah, we really dodged a bullet there," Shepard rolled her eyes at him, shaking her head as she brought up her omni-tool. "Have you read the messages from his drill sergeants? One of them had to take an extended leave from work because he nearly had a nervous breakdown."
"I know, Shepard, but he's not a bad recruit,” Garrus noted that he was probably being a bit too soft when it came to raising their son, but he saw potential in him. It didn’t help his demeanor was sometimes very close that of his wife who was a very noted soldier. “He's just unpredictable, easily distracted and well... somewhat destructive.”
“Somewhat?”
“I can see your point,” the older turian raised his hands, fumbling them together. “Besides, he gets it from you."
The redhead tilted her head at him, an incredulous look on her face as she propped her hands against the sides of her waist, that very waist he thought was still pretty damn good looking. "What?"
Garrus stumbled through his words as her look intensified. "You know, the driving and..."
"The hell, Garrus?” her hand shot up into the air. “You never said anything about my driving."
"Pretty sure I did,” the turian thought back on all those times his wife, then his commanding officer, drove them around in the rather poorly designed Mako. Or as it turned, it wasn’t the Mako’s fault, the redhead’s driving was just that bad. Sometimes the crew would draw straws, just so they’d get out of driving around in that death machine. “Shepard, you're supposed to go left from here. Shepard, don't use thrusters to jump up and down on geth armatures. Shepard, please don't try to drive over that 90° incline. Shepard-"
"Okay, I get it,” the woman raised her voice, her face a little red from remembering all those times before finally admitting to him with a sigh. “Perhaps I should have listened to your father and sent him to a driving school."
"Maybe. Would've saved them some gray hair,” he then scratched his fringe, his mandibles flaring a bit. “Would’ve saved me some gray hair.”
Shepard snorted loudly, pushing lightly at his chest. “Oh, shut up, you don’t have hair.”
“No, but I wish I did,” he leaned into the woman with a low laughter, his hands snaking around her waist as he brought their bodies together. Garrus buried his nose into her silky red hair and nuzzled her temple, producing a rather sweet chuckle out of her.
“All these years and you still think my hair is the best thing about me,” the redhead brought her hands around his neck with a hint of amusement on her face. “Maybe you should’ve married them instead.”
The turian chuckled. “Maybe, but your hair can’t do this,” he brought their mouths together, letting his wife do wonders for him with her tongue. Kissing was one of those peculiarities he didn’t really get about the humans at first. They were resourceful enough to adapt to each other’s strange mouth configuration despite being something he wasn’t used to, but he was glad in the end he let himself experience it.
They separated after a while, her hands slipping from his neck and around his torso as she rested her head on his chest, letting him run his fingers through her hair. Shepard sighed after a while. “What are we going to do about Lucius?”
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