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Garrus is standing at the console in the main battery, gaping at his omni-tool. He’s reread the message from Shepard at least a hundred times now, still unable to fully process it. His eyes keep zeroing in on that one particular word that stands out over the other four. Such a simple message yet…damn it. Even after so long around humans and traveling aboard the Normandy, he hasn’t quite grasped human terminology and slang as well as he believed he had.
“Officer Vakarian, are you well?” EDI sounds off over the comm. It’s enough to bring him back to his senses. “You have not altered your position for the past ten minutes.”
Garrus clears his throat, rolling his shoulders. “All good EDI. Thanks.”
“Are you sure? I can request Doctor Chakwas—”
“That won’t be necessary.”
“Very well.”
With that, Garrus lets out a heavy sigh. Reopens the message on his omni-tool.
Hey, we should bang later.
~Shepard
He hates to admit it, but he had to look up the meaning of the word. At first, he thought maybe she was suggesting a friendly shooting match. What he discovered in his research, though, was very off. A different kind of…friendly. Which is why he had to reread the message a hundred times over, because there’s no way Shepard is asking him to sleep with her. Not out of the blue. Not so bluntly. Not that he’s offended or put off by the…request? Is that what it is? He shakes his head. Shepard is about as turian as a non-turian can be. They’ve become good friends. He’d even go as far as to call her his best friend. They Listen to each other. Support each other. Hmm. He’d be lying if he said he isn’t intrigued…
What the hell?
I mean…sure, yeah, I—I guess I wouldn’t be opposed to the idea.
~Garrus
Ugh. What the hell is right. Because what the hell kind of a response is that? She’s definitely going to change her mind now. She’s going to realise what a bad idea this is. She’s going to see through his whole façade. She’s going to—
Okay, cool. Just head over to the debriefing room once you’re done calibrating the gun. Or as done as you can be since your perfection streak won’t ever actually let you be done.
~Shepard
He can’t help but chuckle at that. She really does know him all too well. That moment of relief only lasts seconds, though, before he’s left gaping at his omni-tool again. Shit. This is really going to happen. They’re going to—Hold on. The debriefing room? Why would she want him to meet her there, of all places? What is she into? What is he getting himself into? Spirits, he thinks he might pass out. He’s so embarrassing. He’s going to screw this up. He always screws these things up. And Shepard is—Shepard. She’s a force to be reckoned with. He sees how humans look at her. Men and women alike. She’s desirable and, somehow, she wants him.
I resent that.
~Garrus
He has to joke with her. He has to act like he’s completely normal about this proposition. Except he’s not normal about it. He’s not even working on the calibrations anymore. How is he supposed to focus when Shepard is waiting for him? But he can’t just rush over there like a fledgling. He has to retain some semblance of dignity.
Garrus dares to research human relationship customs. Has Shepard shown any signs of interest before that he just didn’t pick up on? Or maybe he’s overthinking it. Maybe she just wants sex. Nothing more. After all, it’s not like that’s atypical or out of the ordinary for turians. So maybe that’s also why she asked him, of all people.
His next daring move is researching actual turian and human relations. There aren’t many extranet hits, which doesn’t inherently surprise him, but he’s still slightly disappointed. Just having any sort of information to help him prepare to any extent would be nice.
Soon enough, he’s leaving the main battery. The single-floor ride in the elevator is terribly, excruciatingly long. Once he’s in the CIC, he debates if it would be better to pass by Jacob or Mordin. He quickly realises that’s a foolish question and passes through the armoury to get to the debriefing room. Shepard is waiting there, in her fatigues, data pad in hand. She looks up as the door opens and greets Garrus with a warm smile.
“I wasn’t expecting you so soon,” she says.
He clears his throat. “Figured it might be important.”
She shrugs her shoulders. “Just wanted your thoughts on Horizon.”
“Oh. Uhm.” Huh. Luckily, it’s easy for turians to keep straight faces because he’s…confused. Is this some sort of…foreplay for humans? Or maybe it’s just foreplay for Shepard. “Well, I suppose I’m concerned about seeing the husks again. And there’s the fact that they seem to have undergone upgrades. Whether that was the Collectors’ doing or the Reapers, I’m not sure, but I’m also not sure it matters so much.”
“I’m concerned that we saw husks with no spikes. Yet, they’re not killing the colonists, so where are these new husks coming from? Do the Collectors just have a stash of humans for that specific reason?”
“That’s kind of a terrifying thing to consider.”
“Yeah, no kidding.” She lets out a heavy sigh. “Was I too harsh with Ash?”
His brow plates rise at this. “What? No. Ash was being unreasonable.”
“I need you to speak as if you’re not my friend on this matter. Just an unbiased, blunt take on what happened.”
“Shepard, speaking as your friend or not, Ash was being unreasonable. She was so focused on the idea of Cerberus that she wouldn’t even listen to you. I mean, she barely gave you the chance to explain yourself.”
“What is there to explain, though? I mean, she’s right, isn’t she? I abandoned the Alliance and joined some terrorist group.”
He shakes his head, daring to step closer to her. “From the way I see it, it was the Alliance who abandoned you. Plus, they’re not even doing anything about these vanishing colonies. After all, Ash admitted she was only stationed there because of the rumours about you and Cerberus. So, how is it your fault that you actually give a damn?”
She gives him a sheepish smile. “Thanks.” She looks up at him through her lashes and that’s when he realises that he’s directly in front of her now. Close enough to touch. To smell. To taste. He holds back a shiver. “That means a lot coming from you.”
He swallows hard. “Anytime, Shepard.”
“On to other matters,” she goes on after a brief pause, leaning against the table.
This must be it. “Right, I—” He clears his throat. Tries to remember how to breathe. “How did you wanna do this?”
She tilts her head. “Do…what?”
Fuck. “Well, you had said—” Fuck. He did. He overthought it. “Earlier in your—” He takes a step away from her. “Your message?” Fuck, fuck, fuck. “I mean, you said we—” She has her omni-tool open and she’s presumably scrolling through her messages. Then he sees her eyes widen. Spirits, if he wasn’t going to pass out before, he’s certainly going to pass out now. “I’m sorry, I—”
“I don’t mean to interrupt, Shepard,” EDI sounds off over the comm, “but the Illusive Man would like to speak with you.”
Relief sweeps over Garrus. He swiftly excuses himself and retreats back to the battery where he can hide from embarrassment. Spirits, he wishes he could shrink into his cowl. The worst part is that it isn’t long at all before he has another message from Shepard telling him—not requesting—to come back. He takes a deep, shaky breath before returning to the debriefing room. When he enters this time, she’s standing at the far end, leaning against the table with her back to the door.
“You agreed to it,” she greets him.
“Excuse me?”
“My message. You agreed to it.”
A pause. “No, I—”
“Oh, you did. In fact,” she turns to face him, her arms folded across her chest, “your exact words were that you wouldn’t be opposed to the idea.”
He doesn’t know what to say. There’s nothing he can say. He can’t possibly deny it because the proof is right there on her omni-tool. Then again, mortified as he is, he’s not sure he wants to deny it. “I…wasn’t lying.”
She doesn’t seem to expect that response. Her hands drop to the table, and she hangs her head between her shoulders. It almost sounds like she’s stifling a laugh.
Tch. Yeah, he knew this was way too good to be true.
“I’m sorry,” he starts. “I know I’m only making a fool of myself. I know I’m probably the last person you would ever consider—”
“Can you shut up for a second?” He does, his mandibles pressing tight to his face. She soon stands up straight again. She gives him a onceover before a small smirk twitches across her lips. “Turians do have all the right parts.”
Another pause. “Are you asking me or telling me?”
“I know turian anatomy.”
Now he raises a brow plate. “Is that so? I didn’t realise the Alliance required that.”
“I required it myself, having had a turian crew member for a very dangerous mission.”
He nods his head, slowly making his way around the table. “Then it is to my understanding that human women are…open at all times.”
It may be a trick of the light, but her cheeks seem to darken at that statement. “Okay. Real proposition.” Shepard is watching his every step until Garrus is standing before her. “Do you wanna…?” His mandibles flick, and she rolls her eyes teasingly. “Bang. Do you wanna bang?”
Now his mandibles flutter. “I…wouldn’t be opposed to the idea.”
She laughs, breathless. “You’re such a dork. And, y’know, it kinda works for me.”
He can’t breathe. Once again, he’s standing in front of Shepard, close enough to touch her. And she’s coming on to him. For real. No misunderstandings. He places a hand on the table, his other hand finding its place on the small of her back. He pulls her into him, and she gasps softly, her hands finding purchase on his shoulders. He presses his brow plates to her forehead gently before nuzzling the side of her face. She hums contently, turning her head to press her lips to his mouth plates. It takes him a second to adjust, but he quickly adapts. Especially when her tongue licks against him. He parts his—much stiffer—lips, adding his own tongue to the mix. In practice, human kissing isn’t nearly as bad as simply reading about it. In fact, he could get used to tasting her.
“EDI,” Shepard calls out once they break for air. “Lock the door and stop listening until I say otherwise.”
“Logging you out, Shepard,”
“Wait, here?” Garrus asks. “But someone—”
“That’s the whole point of locking the door. Besides, this is more discreet than dragging you to my cabin.” She smirks. “Unless…you wanna explain what’s happening to Mordin. I mean, I’m sure he’d be fascinated by the idea of a cross-species liaison, especially between a human and a turian.”
“No, thank you.”
“That’s what I thought.”
“The battery could be an option. You visit often enough where it would be innocuous.”
She shakes her head. “Too far.”
With that, her lips are back on him before he can argue any further. Hell, he’s not even sure why he argued in the first place. Especially now that she’s kissing across his mandibles, paying extra special attention to the damaged side of his face. She unfastens her top and pulls it open just enough to give him space to lick and nip along her neck. She tilts her head, giving him better access.
He doesn’t understand how, but somehow this feels…natural. It feels as if it was bound to happen. As if it was meant to be.
He nearly freezes when Shepard takes his hand and guides it beneath the open waistband of her pants. Their tongues tangle again as she brings his finger to her wet opening. Her breath hitches as she lets him trace the outline of her folds. Then she shifts his hand slightly, bringing it up just a bit higher. She inhales sharply and that’s when he knows she’s shown him her clit.
“Right there?” he checks.
She nods her head slightly. “Right there.”
Garrus rubs the nub in small circles, and she lets go of his hand, allowing him free reign. He pulls back just enough to watch her. To gauge her expressions as he plays with her most sensitive spot. She’s biting her bottom lip, seemingly to keep herself quiet.
“Please,” he says, voice low. “Please, let me hear you.”
At his request—begging—she releases the neediest whine. He keens, pulling his hand out of her pants to pull them off entirely. At the same time, she shrugs her top off the rest of the way. Then he lifts her onto the table. His finger returns to her core, and he mouths at her neck at the same time. She leans back on her hands, moaning at his ministrations. Every sound spurs him on. Encourages him. He presses his thumb to her clit, allowing his finger to trace her slit again. He can’t get over how wet she is. He experimentally pushes the tip of his finger past her folds, causing her to lift her hips towards his touch. So, he keeps pushing. Up to the first knuckle and stopping. Then to the second knuckle, only to stop again. She feels like velvet around his finger; he can’t wait to feel her around his cock.
His very hard cock, still encased under his armour, straining.
He starts pumping his finger in and out of her slowly. She rocks her hips in tandem with his motions. He pulls away again just to observe her. She has her head thrown back and her jaw hanging open, her bare chest heaving with her gasping breaths. And he’s making her feel this pleasure. Spirits, he thinks he may be able to cum just by watching her.
Eventually, he crooks the finger inside her in a beckoning motion, and nearly her entire body convulses. For a moment, he thinks he may have hurt her, but then—
“Have you been with a human woman before?” she asks, panting.
“I did a little research before meeting you here the first time.”
She lifts her head, smirking. “Of course you did.”
“You know me. Always like to be prepared.”
She groans when his finger brushes that same spot again. “Damn calibrations have made you too good for being totally inexperienced.”
“Isn’t that a good thing?”
“Not if it goes to your head.”
Oh, it’s gone to his head, all right. “I wanna taste you, Shepard. Please. Can I use my tongue on you?”
“Yes, Garrus. Fuck, yes.”
He growls, dropping down as she opens her legs wider for him. He nuzzles her inner thigh before swiping his tongue along her folds. His body shudders at the taste of her. Sweet yet tangy with a hint of spice. He laps at her clit a few times, really relishing in the way she responds to him. Then he buries his face in her slick cunt, pushing his tongue all the way into her. He licks along her inner walls as her legs wrap around his head, effectively caging him in. He grinds against her, rubbing his nose and mouth plates on her clit. Her hand falls to the back of his neck, pressing into the sensitive hide beneath his fringe. He lets out another growl, causing her to press harder. She massages the spot, rolling her hips. He can feel her inner walls starting to flutter. Thinks that must be a good sign.
“Fuck, I’m close,” she groans. “Make me cum. Please.”
He doubles down on his efforts. Flicks his tongue forward, finding that spot that made her convulse before. He’s practically suffocating—drowning in her essence—but he doesn’t care. Then she’s cursing again when her body goes rigid with her orgasm. She keeps his head buried between her thighs and he drinks her up. It’s not until her body goes slack that he’s able to pull away.
“How…are you…so good…at that?” she pants. He gets back to his feet, and she pulls him forward, laving her tongue over his mouth plates and mandibles, licking her own juices from his face. It’s a miracle he doesn’t cum right there in his suit. “And how are you still fully dressed?”
He responds by stepping back and immediately removing his armour, dropping it carelessly at his feet. She watches him, dragging her finger across her body. Her chest, abdomen, thighs, and back up. And once all his armour has been removed, her eyes drop to his thick, leaking cock. He takes it in one hand and strokes it slowly.
“Having reservations?” he speaks up.
“The opposite, more like.” She brings her heated gaze back to his own. “Wondering why we never did this sooner.”
He hums with dual tones. “Never thought you were interested.”
She scoffs. “Like you ever made it known you would be interested. Always talking about humans being too squishy.”
“Well, it also doesn’t help that you were dead for two years.” He steps up to her. “But we’re here now.”
She licks her lips. “Yes, we are.”
He presses his brow plates to her forehead. Then he pulls her off the table and spins her around, pushing her to lean over it. She gasps as he pushes between her thighs, dragging his length along her sodden slit. She’s lifted on her toes, pushing back into him. So, he lines himself up with her entrance and eases his cock into her cunt. She lets out the filthiest moan as she stretches around him. He doesn’t stop until he’s bottomed out, then he holds still as he relishes in her heat. In her tightness.
“I didn’t think you’d be able to fit all of me,” he grits out. She lets out a breathless chuckle that turns into another breathy moan. “Does it feel good? Because you look really good like this.”
“Yeah? I look good on your cock?” She clenches around him, and he grunts. “Why don’t you start fucking me, Vakarian?”
He places his hands on her waist. Squeezes before sliding up to her shoulders and pushing her down. Holding her down. Then he slowly pulls out of her until just his tip is grazing her folds and just as slowly sinks back in. He keeps this torturous pace until Shepard begins squirming against the table. Against him.
“Use your words, Commander,” he drawls. “Give me an order.”
She tries pushing herself up, but he won’t budge. “Fuck,” she gasps. Groans. “Fuck me like you mean it, soldier.”
He does. He starts pounding into her, hard and fast. She clenches around him again and he can’t stop himself from cumming, emptying into her with a low keen.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she grits out.
He hadn’t been planning on it. He continues fucking her, his spend spilling from her with every thrust, making a mess of her thighs. Of the table. The sound of their joining—of skin slapping against hide—is overwhelming. In the best way.
“Make and cum again,” she goes on. “Make me—”
He keeps her pinned down with one hand, the other moving to her hips. He pulls them up, angling her so that he can hit even deeper. Then he moves that same hand to where they’re joined, rolling his thumb over her clit. She gasps, each breath somehow becoming more high-pitched than the last until she’s crying out. He fucks her through her release, not slowing down until her inner walls have ceased spasming.
Once Shepard catches her breath, she laughs softly. “Holy shit…” He releases her shoulder, allowing her to push herself up on visibly shaky arms. “That was—” She doesn’t finish her thought as she pushes her ass into the concave of his hips. She freezes before doing it again. “You’re still hard.”
With that, Garrus pulls out of her, spinning her around and lifting her back onto the table. “I’m not done with you yet.” He takes his cock in his hand, swipes the tip along her swollen folds before thrusting back into her. She arches her back, taking him. “You’re gonna cum for me one more time.”
“And here I thought I was supposed to be the one giving the orders.”
He leans forward, nuzzling the side of her head. Drags out and sinks back into her. “Then tell me not to stop,” he murmurs directly in her ear. “Tell me to keep fucking you until you cum again. Tell me to fuck you so full of my seed that you’ll be able to taste it. So full that you’ll be dripping with me for days.”
She mewls, rolling into him. “Fuck. Don’t stop. Keep fucking me, Garrus.”
He growls low in the back of his throat. Buries his cock to the hilt inside her and grinds against her. Reaches up to play with her neglected nipples, rubbing his thumbs over the pert nubs. Then he leans forward, laving his tongue across her clavicle. Nipping at her shoulder. Her neck. Her jaw. The shell of her ear. She presses into every touch. Rolls her hips in tandem with his.
“You’re so—” He keens when she squeezes around him. “Yeah. So tight. So warm. So soft. Your body is holding onto me like it never wants to let go.”
She groans softly. “Oh, fuck. You feel amazing, too. The way you stretch me and fill me is better than anything I’ve ever felt before.” She throws her head back at a particularly rough push. “Next time, though, I’m riding your thick cock.”
Next time. “Whatever you want, Commander.” He can’t wait.
She gives him a lopsided smile. His mandibles flutter in response. Then his hands are on her thighs. He shifts her closer to the edge of the table. Spreads her legs wider so he can push his cock even deeper into her cunt.
“I’m almost there,” he says. “This time, you’re gonna take my knot.” He growls at the thought of filling her with his seed. “Do you want that?”
Her eyes are squeezed shut but she nods enthusiastically. “Please.”
“Tell me to cum inside you.”
“Fuck. Cum inside me, Garrus.”
He does. His cock starts pulsing as he shoots thick, heavy ropes of cum into her. And as his knot starts expanding, she winds her arms and legs around him. Whimpers his name as her inner walls flutter around him, stimulating his knot even further. He grinds against her, milking her third orgasm. Making sure her cunt is fed every last drop of his seed.
By the time Shepard has been stretched to her limit, her body is shaking and she’s gulping for air. Garrus nuzzles her head, purring heavily. Her arms and legs are still wrapped tightly around him. Her skin sticky with a light sheen of sweat.
“Wow,” she soon breathes.
“You can say that again.”
“How did you go from being a dork to being…that so quickly?”
He trills. “Your sounds were very encouraging.”
She chuckles softly. “Hopefully this room is soundproof.”
Huh. He hadn’t thought about that. “So much for being discreet if it’s not.”
“That’ll be on me.”
“No worries. It was worth it.” He presses his brow plates to her forehead. “If you don’t mind me asking: What made you finally…proposition me?”
“That’s the thing…” He feels her shrug her shoulders. “I didn’t.” She then pulls far enough away to meet his gaze. “The message I originally sent you was strictly asking you to stop by so we could go over the Horizon mission. I don’t know how—” She stops short as it seems to suddenly click in her head. “EDI?”
“Yes, Shepard?” EDI sounds off.
“Did you intercept one of my messages to Garrus?”
A pause. “I am not sure—”
“EDI.”
Another pause. “I did. After the grease-on-my-cameras incident, Mr. Moreau had explained the concept of a practical joke to me.”
“And…what? He told you to alter my message?”
“Not exactly. He mentioned an old human system referred to as autocorrect.”
“Okay.” Her nodding head becomes a shaking head. “What you did is not even close to the same thing.”
“I see. It is just that Mr. Moreau is under the impression you and Officer Vakarian have been…harbouring romantic feelings for one another. He made a comment about how he believed it would be comical to—”
“Whatever was said, EDI, I don’t think he was being serious,” Garrus speaks up. “That’s the thing about Joker: you shouldn’t take anything he says too seriously.”
“He was not wrong, though.”
Garrus notices the way Shepard’s cheeks darken again. Huh. Not a trick of the light, then. “That’s all, EDI,” Shepard goes on. “Thank you.”
“Of course, Shepard.”
“Oh, and please don’t ever intercept my messages again. Understood?”
“Understood.”
The room goes silent, aside from their evened out breathing. By this point, Garrus’ knot has deflated enough to pull out of her. He does so, but seeing his spend drip from Shepard’s hole makes him want to push right back into her and fuck her all over again. He can’t say that’s a feeling he’s ever had with another partner.
“Easy there, soldier,” she says, clearly reading his mind and placing a hand on his keel as if to keep him at bay. “I’m gonna need some time to recoup after that. Not only had that been my first time with a turian, but it was also my first time since before dying.”
He nods his head once. Tries not to feel like a giddy fledgling over the fact that Shepard chose him as her first new partner. “So…” His mandibles flick. “What now?”
“Now, we clean up the best we can, hit the showers, and then I cuss out Joker.”
He chuckles. “And…what about us? Because you did mention something about a, uh—” he clears his throat, “—a next time.”
She smiles softly. Reaches for his forearms and pulls him back towards her. “Let’s call EDI’s little practical joke a happy accident.” She presses her lips to his mouth plates. When they break apart, she glances down. “Is your dick gonna go back in or did I break you?”
“You may have broken me.”
She laughs again. “Flatterer.” She then hops off the table only to stumble backwards into it. “Fuck. Knees are still wobbly. Even before dying, I haven’t been fucked like that in…tch. I don’t know how long.
“Just tell me when.”
“So eager.”
“And not ashamed to admit it.”
More laughter. The sweetest sound he’s heard. “There’s my dork.”