Re: Biotic Bondage (Garrus/Miranda) 4/? -- A!A
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February 5 2016, 03:27:15 UTC
Argh, A!A apologies for the formatting fail. Here's the latter half, properly formatted. -- “I love watching you struggle,” Miranda says, almost too calmly for the situation they are both in. “You have to know that you can’t affect the outcome. I can.”
Garrus moans again, and this time the sound edges into a plaintive keen. Her hand is tight; he can feel himself quivering in her grip. His hips wriggle, trying desperately to thrust into something.
Two things happen in an instant. Miranda opens her hand, and the biotic cushion flares with a tingling energy. He feels a cry tearing at his throat and then it all hits him, a climax more intense than any he has ever felt before. His mind blanks out, overloaded from everything Miranda has done to him, and he simply rides the wave of electric pleasure. The bonds are as firm as ever, somehow seeming to heighten something that is already verging on indescribable.
When the wave has retreated and he can think again, he hears Miranda moaning. Garrus opens his eyes to see her leaning against a nearby wall, her jumpsuit unzipped, her hand moving frantically between her legs. Garrus feels a moment of disappointment, that she has had to make do with her own hand when she has done so much more to him. His cock jumps as though in protest when she hitches her breath in, head thudding against the wall as her moan becomes prolonged and heartfelt.
He waits until he’s sure she’s finished before he speaks. “Next time, I get to do that.”
Miranda opens her eyes and looks at him, her face unreadable. She raised her hand and he feels himself drifting to the ground, the bonds loosened, his limbs under his control again. “Next time?”
Garrus snorts. “Miranda. You can’t give me the most mind-blowing sex of my life and expect me not to want to come back for more.” He pauses, his stomach flipping as something occurs to him. “Unless… you don’t …”
“Idiot,” Miranda curses, which actually makes him feel better. “You saw what I was doing. How much more proof of my enjoyment do you need?”
“Then we’re in agreement that there will be a next time,” Garrus says.
“Yes. Yes. I’ll have to figure out …” Miranda trails off, shaking her head. “No matter. There’s a shower in the back; go clean yourself up, Garrus. No need to advertise this to the rest of the crew.”
“I appreciate that,” Garrus replies dryly, gathering his clothes from the ground before he heads to the shower.
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“I love watching you struggle,” Miranda says, almost too calmly for the situation they are both in. “You have to know that you can’t affect the outcome. I can.”
Garrus moans again, and this time the sound edges into a plaintive keen. Her hand is tight; he can feel himself quivering in her grip. His hips wriggle, trying desperately to thrust into something.
Two things happen in an instant. Miranda opens her hand, and the biotic cushion flares with a tingling energy. He feels a cry tearing at his throat and then it all hits him, a climax more intense than any he has ever felt before. His mind blanks out, overloaded from everything Miranda has done to him, and he simply rides the wave of electric pleasure. The bonds are as firm as ever, somehow seeming to heighten something that is already verging on indescribable.
When the wave has retreated and he can think again, he hears Miranda moaning. Garrus opens his eyes to see her leaning against a nearby wall, her jumpsuit unzipped, her hand moving frantically between her legs. Garrus feels a moment of disappointment, that she has had to make do with her own hand when she has done so much more to him. His cock jumps as though in protest when she hitches her breath in, head thudding against the wall as her moan becomes prolonged and heartfelt.
He waits until he’s sure she’s finished before he speaks. “Next time, I get to do that.”
Miranda opens her eyes and looks at him, her face unreadable. She raised her hand and he feels himself drifting to the ground, the bonds loosened, his limbs under his control again. “Next time?”
Garrus snorts. “Miranda. You can’t give me the most mind-blowing sex of my life and expect me not to want to come back for more.” He pauses, his stomach flipping as something occurs to him. “Unless… you don’t …”
“Idiot,” Miranda curses, which actually makes him feel better. “You saw what I was doing. How much more proof of my enjoyment do you need?”
“Then we’re in agreement that there will be a next time,” Garrus says.
“Yes. Yes. I’ll have to figure out …” Miranda trails off, shaking her head. “No matter. There’s a shower in the back; go clean yourself up, Garrus. No need to advertise this to the rest of the crew.”
“I appreciate that,” Garrus replies dryly, gathering his clothes from the ground before he heads to the shower.
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man, what is Shep going to make of this new chemistry between Garrus and Miranda when they get back, haha
(Captcha: "MINTY FRESH", incl allcaps. Seems appropriate somehow.)
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