Biotic Bondage (Garrus/Miranda) 5/?
anonymous
February 12 2016, 04:20:27 UTC
A/N: Parts 1-4 can be considered Chapter 1, but this is definitely not done ;) I have more ideas that I want to explore with this pair. I just got sucked into XCOM 2 (which is a fantastic game, btw).
The night after they make a pit stop on Omega, Garrus receives a message on his omni-tool.
My office. As soon as you can get here unnoticed. -M
He feels a shiver of excitement shoot up his spine and he takes a moment to savor the feeling, letting it run through him. Who would have expected that he would be so excited by a private meeting with Miranda Lawson? Not him, mere days ago.
And yet here he is, putting on a casual air as he exits the main battery, doing his best not to be too obvious about checking for company in the gallery. Only a handful of crew are still awake now, which helps. He walks past them as though he is heading towards the men’s restroom, and makes a sharp turn into Miranda’s office.
Miranda turns to look at him, and a small smile crosses her face. She lifts her omni-tool and he hears the audible sound of a lock engaging. His mandibles twitch in appreciation.
“Glad you could come so promptly,” she says.
“Glad you asked me to come,” Garrus counters.
Her smile grows wider. “We need a safe word.”
Garrus is thrown off by the abrupt change of topic, and he puts an expression of puzzlement on his face to give himself time to consider. “A what?”
“A safe word,” Miranda repeats, sounding slightly exasperated. “I did some research while we were on Omega.” She takes a step forward and lays one of her hands against his unscarred cheek, tracing the edge of his mandible with her finger. Garrus relaxes into the touch. “If we’re going to do this - if you’re going to put yourself in my hands, fully and completely - there has to be a way to stop it if it accidentally goes too far.” She hesitates. “If I accidentally go too far.”
Garrus tries to bring himself back into focus. He has an idea of the information she was looking at, more than he let on. He’s had no direct experience with a dominant/submissive partnership before, but that doesn’t mean he’s completely unaware of the conventions involved.
“It sounds like a good idea,” he replies. “I’m … surprised that you’d admit you might go too far.”
Miranda moves her fingers down beneath his chin, tilting up his head and forcing him to look at her. He finds he doesn’t mind. “Should I have said that I might give you something that you can’t handle, instead?” she asks. “I can see how weak you’re becoming now, from my presence alone, from the anticipation of it.” He feels a tingle jump to his skin from her fingertips, sees the biotic corona spread out from her head. “Tell me your safe word, Garrus, and then we can get started.”
Garrus feels the weight of it on him, all of a sudden. If he does this - if he gives her a safe word - there is no turning back. Then again, if he had really wanted to turn away from this, he shouldn’t have come to her office. He came, knowing what he was getting into - wanting it.
The momentary hesitation is just that - momentary. “Cipritine,” he says, naming the source of his cobalt blue facial markings. Something he won’t say accidentally, something that has some meaning to him.
Miranda’s hand releases his chin. “Very good,” she says, patting his cheek. He feels warmth spreading through him at her praise. “Now. First thing - clothes off.”
Garrus starts to bring his hand up to his clasps, but feels it being frozen mid-gesture, the biotic corona around Miranda intensifying as she strips his clothes off without laying a hand on him. His arm finishes extending itself, the other one joining it in short order.
“I think a few more ground rules might be in order,” Miranda says. Another biotic flow hums into life around his groin, gently spreading his legs apart, cupping his hardening cock. “While we’re here - while we’re doing this - you will obey my orders as soon as they are given. If you do…” Miranda makes a flicking motion with her hand, and Garrus feels the area around his groin become warm and tingly. “Is that understood?”
Garrus opens his mouth, but it takes him a moment to form a word instead of the soft exhalation of delight that wants to flow out. “Yes,” he says.
RE: Biotic Bondage (Garrus/Miranda) 5/?
anonymous
February 12 2016, 06:26:18 UTC
This fill just keeps getting more adorable. And sexy! Adorably sexy.
I love the interplay between the two of them, the exchange of trust, despite the context being unfamiliar to both of them and also both of them being fairly new to each other, especially to trusting each other. Also go Miranda, making an effort to drive this D/S trolley safely after it sort of just barreled merrily off the rails with both of them onboard during their first encounter!
The night after they make a pit stop on Omega, Garrus receives a message on his omni-tool.
My office. As soon as you can get here unnoticed. -M
He feels a shiver of excitement shoot up his spine and he takes a moment to savor the feeling, letting it run through him. Who would have expected that he would be so excited by a private meeting with Miranda Lawson? Not him, mere days ago.
And yet here he is, putting on a casual air as he exits the main battery, doing his best not to be too obvious about checking for company in the gallery. Only a handful of crew are still awake now, which helps. He walks past them as though he is heading towards the men’s restroom, and makes a sharp turn into Miranda’s office.
Miranda turns to look at him, and a small smile crosses her face. She lifts her omni-tool and he hears the audible sound of a lock engaging. His mandibles twitch in appreciation.
“Glad you could come so promptly,” she says.
“Glad you asked me to come,” Garrus counters.
Her smile grows wider. “We need a safe word.”
Garrus is thrown off by the abrupt change of topic, and he puts an expression of puzzlement on his face to give himself time to consider. “A what?”
“A safe word,” Miranda repeats, sounding slightly exasperated. “I did some research while we were on Omega.” She takes a step forward and lays one of her hands against his unscarred cheek, tracing the edge of his mandible with her finger. Garrus relaxes into the touch. “If we’re going to do this - if you’re going to put yourself in my hands, fully and completely - there has to be a way to stop it if it accidentally goes too far.” She hesitates. “If I accidentally go too far.”
Garrus tries to bring himself back into focus. He has an idea of the information she was looking at, more than he let on. He’s had no direct experience with a dominant/submissive partnership before, but that doesn’t mean he’s completely unaware of the conventions involved.
“It sounds like a good idea,” he replies. “I’m … surprised that you’d admit you might go too far.”
Miranda moves her fingers down beneath his chin, tilting up his head and forcing him to look at her. He finds he doesn’t mind. “Should I have said that I might give you something that you can’t handle, instead?” she asks. “I can see how weak you’re becoming now, from my presence alone, from the anticipation of it.” He feels a tingle jump to his skin from her fingertips, sees the biotic corona spread out from her head. “Tell me your safe word, Garrus, and then we can get started.”
Garrus feels the weight of it on him, all of a sudden. If he does this - if he gives her a safe word - there is no turning back. Then again, if he had really wanted to turn away from this, he shouldn’t have come to her office. He came, knowing what he was getting into - wanting it.
The momentary hesitation is just that - momentary. “Cipritine,” he says, naming the source of his cobalt blue facial markings. Something he won’t say accidentally, something that has some meaning to him.
Miranda’s hand releases his chin. “Very good,” she says, patting his cheek. He feels warmth spreading through him at her praise. “Now. First thing - clothes off.”
Garrus starts to bring his hand up to his clasps, but feels it being frozen mid-gesture, the biotic corona around Miranda intensifying as she strips his clothes off without laying a hand on him. His arm finishes extending itself, the other one joining it in short order.
“I think a few more ground rules might be in order,” Miranda says. Another biotic flow hums into life around his groin, gently spreading his legs apart, cupping his hardening cock. “While we’re here - while we’re doing this - you will obey my orders as soon as they are given. If you do…” Miranda makes a flicking motion with her hand, and Garrus feels the area around his groin become warm and tingly. “Is that understood?”
Garrus opens his mouth, but it takes him a moment to form a word instead of the soft exhalation of delight that wants to flow out. “Yes,” he says.
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I love the interplay between the two of them, the exchange of trust, despite the context being unfamiliar to both of them and also both of them being fairly new to each other, especially to trusting each other. Also go Miranda, making an effort to drive this D/S trolley safely after it sort of just barreled merrily off the rails with both of them onboard during their first encounter!
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