~Jane~

The moment the apartment door closes, locking them away from the rest of the galaxy, they on each other in a flurry of wet tongues and pressed lips, plated and flesh. Their kisses are sloppy as they fight for dominance, every nerve firing from their contact yet lamenting that it isn't enough.

"Let's get these clothes off," Jane pants as Garrus drops his head, roughly nipping at her flesh and reaching to run his palms against the lace across her back.

He growls in her ear and Jane feels a loosening around her shoulders of the dress. "I like the back of this… The feel against my palms and I get to see all your spine and shoulder blades." He continues to open the snaps down the back of her dress while nudging her towards the bedroom.

She chuckles darkly, softly shifting off her sandals and holding the sagging dress to help him finish unclasping it. "I should've known you'd go for my bones… Now the weird fetishes come out."

He chuckles, more a growling purr than actual vocals, and licks a long, hot stripe up the side of her neck. "Too bad I waited until after you're stuck with me, huh?" She snorts and pulls back to kiss him, her tongue immediately entering his mouth with a soft moan.

"That's not going to scare me away," she says with husky undertones once she pulls away.

He purrs and moves his hands to her hanging sleeves, pushes her own hold away and slowly lowers the dress down. He growls as the material reveals her perk nipples and ducks his head to swipe one with his tongue, letting the dress drop to the ground to pool around her feet.

She gasps at the rough texture along her sensitive bud and rewards her with a circling of her areola before swiping across the center again. He caresses the other with his rough thumb and lifts his head to nudge her chest in a soft demand to step back.

She's surprised to find that they stand just at the threshold of their bedroom and chuckles at her lack of observation. No one can really blame her for it though, she did just get married after all.

At his silent request, Jane pushes his shoulders softly away and bends down to grab her dress from the floor, aware enough to not want to have such an expensive article of clothing by them stepping all over it. He chuckles light heartedly as she steps out the circle of cloth and walks to the bedroom to wait for her.

Quickly moving to the closet, she throws the dress into the vicinity of her corner of their wardrobe and is able to turn back to him to continue where they left off before she feels a snap at her ass.

She yelps and tries to spin, but her grinning husband grabs both of her cheeks to hold her ass towards him. "What the hell was that?" she calls over her shoulder.

"I had no idea you had clothing like this." He dips a talon under the band of her thong.

Of course! He must have never seen a thong before. Her thoughts shout. Has he never seen a stripper before? Do Turian strippers even need thongs?

Not wanting to go down that rabbit hole, Jane quickly shakes her head and addresses her husband just as he snaps her again with the band. "I thought it'd be nice to wear something unique for our wedding night." She grabs his hand to stop him from snapping her again. "And if you do that one more time, I will murder you."

He smirks and she sees that dark desire in his eyes just before he rips the strap, the lacey white thong dropping to the floor useless, and slaps her right ass cheek. She jumps with a squeak and he chuckles darkly, licking along her neck in satisfaction. "You're such an ass…" she breathily says under his delicious torture.

He slaps her again with a growl. "Maybe, but I'm your ass."

She turns in his hold with a smile. "Damn right. Now, how do we go about removing this?" She lightly plucks at his black shirt.

His mandible flicks out in a knowing smile. "Like this…" He grips right at the point she had just touched and pulls, his talons shredding the fabric.

"Garrus!" Jane gasps, shocked at the elegant fabric now in tatters against his chest. "What happened to removing it like a normal person?"

He snorts in good mirth at her reaction. "This is taking it off like a normal person. Turian bonding outfits are made to not last as we tend to rip it off one another." His last words are laced with a purling growl. "Why waste time undressing?"

She blinks repeatedly and runs the tattered material through her fingers as he shrugs it off his shoulders. "I liked that outfit on you…"

She sees him roll his eyes with an exaggerated look to the sky. "How about I get one like it, made out of real materials that won't rip after in the first wash?" He takes her head in his hand and strokes his warm fingers through her hair.

She leans into his palm with a lustful smile, forgetting that problem with his promise, and moves her hands to the front of his pants. He drops his head and claims her mouth, shifting to, she assumes, push his fancy shoes off his feet as she fiddles against the clasp between his legs.

He tangles his tongue with hers forcefully, taking claim to every inch of her with his long organ. He pulls back and drops to her clavicle. "Jane, just rip them off." His free hand drops to his pants with hers but she shoves it away, to which he gruffly chuckles.

She tugs, hard, on the fabric and hears the sharp rip as it falls from her fingers. I can't believe tear away clothes are a thing in Turian weddings. She drops her hands to his pelvis as his own hands drop to caress her nipples.

His tongue drags across her collar bone to then move up her shoulder and neck, curling around her ear with a low growl. She pants and strokes along his seam, finding it already open enough for two of her fingers to caress his sheath. "Someone's ready to go."

"Jane," he pants in her ear. "I've been ready since I heard that you took my name." She shivers at his response. "How did you even manage that by the way?"

Wanting to later test her idea, she shifts her hands from his groin to take his waist and stroke behind his head. He moans roughly at her ministrations as she turns to speak into his ear. "Isn't it great how private human documents are? The only ones who will ever know me as Jane Vakarian are you," she grips his waist, "me," she presses her fingers into his plates, "and your friend, but he has his own secrets, doesn't he? No need to worry about him…" She runs her tongue along his sensitive neck and his grip tightens with a growl.

As soon as her tongue leaves his hide Garrus' mouth is at hers, his tongue sliding easily into her waiting mouth, wrapping forcefully with hers as his hot pants mix with hers. His hands move from the fronts of her breasts to the sides, pulling her closer while still be able to stroke a thumb over each nipple.

They pull apart at the last possible moment to gasp for breath. "Are you ready to bond like a Turian, Jane?" His voice is as dark as his eyes with desire.

"Oh, I'm ready." Now is the time to spring the surprise. She puts a growl to her voice. "I'm ready to mate like a Turian, too."

His eyes widen for a split second, before narrowing in confusion. "Are you sure? I don't want to make you feel vulnerable… I mean, I know we've been working on my being on top, but that's a little different." He cups her cheek. "You sure you'll be okay with that?"

She smiles, hoping it'll calm his unease. "I'm sure." She huffs a warm laugh. "I can't believe I'm actually saying this, but I want to feel like my husband's dominating me. I know that you've never hurt me so I want to freely give myself to you." She tilts her head in silent question as he seems to contemplate and after a moment, he smiles and nods.

His next move startles another yelp out of her lips as he ducks down to pick her up, one arm below her knees and the other around her shoulders. She wraps her arm around his neck and grips him before her mind clears and loosens her instinctual hold. She hears a soft rumble of a laugh as he climbs into the bed with her in his hold and sits down with her in his arms.

"How do you want to do the bond marks?" She looks up to him as his hands softly caress her flushing skin, sending little sparks of pleasure to her already moist folds. "Can I even give you one?"

He purrs and buries his face in her hair, calming his pants enough to breathe deep and take in her scent. "I used an oil to help soften my hide, but we can't use a traditional mark."

Jane frowns and pulls his head to look into his eyes. "Why not?"

His vocals shift to a sad note and he caresses the crook of her left shoulder. "We mark each other here and we can't do that-"

"Because anyone who knows anything about Turian bondmates would see it and know exactly what it is," she finishes his sentence and drops her head, defeat sinking her shoulders.

He lifts her chin and purrs warmly. "We can always make our tradition. My neck isn't the only sensitive hide on my body…"

His statement drops her mouth in stunned happiness. We can still have a chance to share in his culture of bonding? "Of course, just tell me where and I'm all for it." She scoots closer to his body and rests her hands along his plated chest.

He tilts his head and examines her body, then his own. "How about the waist? Right here." He softly caresses above the curve of her hip and she shivers at the heat his touch leaves to spread through her abdomen. "I have something that will help the bleeding and pain, but still let it scar like any other bond mark. And it's safe for you." He presses his forehead to hers.

Unable to speak anything but an excited agreement, Jane nods against his head, her lips wide in a full smile. He hums happily, backing away to reach out to the desk and pulls a small tin off its surface that she's sure wasn't there this morning. At her raised brow he holds it to her.

It's a circular, silver tin the size of her palm and only about two centimeters deep with some Turian script over the top. "It's a paint that you put in the bite to leave it as a colored scar." She opens the tin to reveal a dark blue paste-like substance. "It goes off of colony markings and since I've caught you tracing mine and commenting on the color, I thought it was pretty good odds that you'd like the color." She smiles at the vivid color the exact shade of the paint across his plates. "If you don't like the color, then you can always let it fade out and leave the scar as a natural color." He takes the tin in his hand and she willingly lets him hold it. "I had it made while you were getting a dress to be safe for both of us, so there shouldn't be any reactions or side effects. The only non-traditional thing we have left to cover is the mark themselves."

"How to we do them? Is it difficult?" Jane bites her lip, not timid about the fact that she's going to let him sink his teeth into her skin but because of the fact that she's completely out of her element with this.

"It's not difficult, just going to be a bit awkward because we can't make them in the middle of mating like usual." He shifts her off of his lap and down to her back on the mattress. "I'll go first to show you how to do it. Is that ok? I promise not to hurt you more than necessary."

Jane raises her hand to cup his silvery mandible and he tilts into her hold with a soft purr, his eyes never leaving her own. "I trust you."

With a deep rumble he pulls away and drops down to her midsection, licking along her lip hip bone and the soft flesh around it. She has no idea what to expect, but she does notice that each time she seems to tense he will softly purr and lick, silently coaxing her to relax.

Taking his lead, she lets her body loosen and forces her body to take deep breaths, no longer letting herself think about his actions. Suddenly, she feels a set of sharp stings, like the injection of needles, that quickly diminishes to a warm heat as Garrus sinks his teeth deeper into her flesh.

Her heart beats at the mix of pain from his teeth and pleasure from his gentle fingers caressing her belly and stroking through her wet folds. She can feel his rough tongue lick along the flesh in his mouth and she moans at the added sensations shooting to her clit that he is also diligently tending to.

Just as sudden, his teeth are out of her flesh and his warm tongue strokes along the new holes in her flesh as he hands move together to gather some of the paint for her bondmark. With each swipe of his tongue to soothe the pain her muscles twitch in lower belly, remarkably building to her first orgasm despite the thought that she never felt much for pain as a fetish.

She just has enough time to ponder if it really is more about the thought behind the pain before she feels his warm palm coating her injury with a cool paste. He rumbles deeply, the vibrations echoing in her body, as he slathers the salve on her waist, pulling away once every last incision is covered with the cobalt substance.

When he raises up to her face, his chin plates are tinted a light red from her blood but she doesn't care as she pulls his face down to suckle on his plates and tongue. Flipping his body to lay below her.

She releases him and looks down at his wide pupils and heavily rising chest. "Now it's my turn," she says with a sultry look as she drops to his waist.

She's happy to see that he's been forcing himself to stay behind his plates though it's obvious he's more than ready as the very tip of his member peeks through the wet fold of his sheath. When she told him to mate like a Turian, she knew and wanted him to enter her directly like he would his own kind. To see him fighting against her relentless teasing so he could share that with her just makes her more confident of her decision and trust in him.

She caresses his soft hide at his waist, in inner muscles jumping at the contact and she looks up to him in silent question. Will I even be able to get through his thick skin?

"I used some oil before the wedding to soften my hide." He doesn't look down at her, the sight and knowledge of what'll happen must be a bit much to keep his concentration. "You will be able to do it…just don't hold back. You can't hurt me."

She silently scoffs with a smile and licks his flesh, a close approximation of the same spot he had bitten on her body. Her own wound is numb and not bothering her, probably an effect of the salve he used, so she is more than happy to give him some of the same treatment that she received.

When he groans and shifts, she figures he's had enough that it's soon becoming torturous to hold back and opens her mouth over his hide. She closes around him, definitely not able to cover as much of his hide that he did her, but she knows it'll leave her own special bondmark, something she's sure he'd want more.

She starts to clinch her jaw, tightening her hold on his skin but quickly meets resistance despite the fact that he said he had softened it. This is soft? It's still hard as a brick! She grunts in effort and feels his warm hand drop to her head, his body vibrating in a supportive vocal.

Her hands grip his body, one against the other side of his waist and the other just below his hip and she closes her eyes, using all the strength in her body to just break through his hide, damn the soreness in her jaw tomorrow.

She hears a soft grunt of pain from his throat just as her teeth break through the resistance and the sweet tartness of his blood hits her tongue. She relaxes her body and soothes him by stroking his outer thighs with her palms. She loosens her grip with her teeth but before she can pull completely out, his hand holds her head down in silent instruction to go deeper.

Though she doesn't want to hurt him more, she knows he knows more about this than her and follows his direction, biting down again to deeper the tracks of her teeth. It must hurt more than his own teeth if his tightened grip in her hair is anything to go by and she silently sends him an apology as she comes flush to his warm hide.

He finally releases her head and she pulls from his skin, licking his sweet wounds to sooth the pain and clean like he had done. As she laps at his dark blue blood, he hands the tin of paint over with heavy pants and she hopes he isn't in too much pain.

She takes a glob of the cool paint and coats his wound with the blue ink, dropping kisses of apology along his waist. He purrs and she takes it as an acceptance, moving up his body once she's stopped the bleeding with the soothing gel.

She barely has a moment to place the tin on the desk before he drags her down to him to lick her stained lips and growl warm breaths into her skin. Her eyes widen at the realization that his pants and tightened grip were the exact opposite of what she thought, he wasn't in pain after the initial bite - he was just as turned on as she was.

She chuckles through their tangled tongue at the revelation and takes his head in her hands to help him rise from the bed, no longer in the mood to go slow. She's already soaking wet and craving him inside her and she doesn't want to test his sense of control any more.

With him now in a seated position she releases him to get into position, leaving him to shift to his knees as she crawls before him and rises to her hand and knees. He growls appreciatively and strokes a hand down her spine, making her arch at the light scratch of talons.

"I like this view." He growls, his usual voice all but lost in his feral lust. "You still sure? It's not demeaning?"

She looks over her shoulder with a smirk. "If I thought it was demeaning would I have my ass in the air for you like a cat in heat?" She wiggles her said ass and he growls, his hands coming to her hips.

He shifts closer to her center and puts his knees inside of her own. He pulls her towards him, her center pressed against his warm and moist plates and she gasps at the heat radiating from him. One hand drifts to wrap around the back of her neck and he growls low, deep, and feral as he relaxes.

They both moan at the sensation of his slick cock sliding from his plates and directly into her tight channel. Jane drops her head, breath quick and trying to maintain control over her firing nerves before she feels him withdraw with a low thrum.

He stops just as the tip of him rests in her folds before slamming back into her, dragging her back with the hand at her hip and neck. Without any more preparation to widen her, he starts a brutal pace of thrusts, his fingers at her hips tight enough to hurt.

Jane can't hold back her high moans that quickly turn into small gasps as his ridges become more pronounced and rub directly over her g-spot with every movement. Soon she's arching her back and screaming out her first orgasm, he nowhere near to completion.

He doesn't give her a chance to cool down before he's dropping hand from her neck to stroke her clit. He growls when she clinches him uncontrollably at his torture and she can vaguely thank the fact that he's holding her up because this overstimulation is quickly draining her strength.

She feels him pulse and his vocals lower to very deep vibrations that shoot up her body from their connected organs. She feels the hot flush of his fluids, but he only slows enough to pump into her with a snarl, giving her a small moment of reprieve as his dick becomes the sole means of stimulation.

He drops down over her and licks against her neck, his thrusts gaining strength but staying as long, deep dives into her core. She gasps at the new pleasure the change of pace creates combined with the electric touch of his warm tongue. He feels her inner muscles clinch because he growls and shifts his hips to thrust upward, pulling over again with a scream.

He does give her the chance to calm and she distantly notes the feeling of him cumming again. Turians really do just focus on breeding for their honeymoons, she blurrily thinks as she feels him rise off of her back.

With a low moan, Garrus presses an open palm between her shoulder blades, forcing her chest to the bed. Her cunt is constantly twitching at mere sensation of his insertion and every movement, every breath, has her breath faltering even with him still. He must be in a similar state because at each clinch of muscle, his hips jerk and the constant purr stutters in his chest.

Once he has her down where he wants her, he starts to pound her with more force than during her first orgasm. Her scream comes out as nothing more than a hoarse breath as she feels that sudden intensity of release and he throws his head back with a deep moan.

He grabs her leg and gets up to one foot, throwing her leg over his knee. The new angle has her gasping, closing her eyes and talking without direction as he thrusts into her. Part of her hears herself telling him it's too much but begging for more, harder, deeper and she can't seem to disagree with that other part of her.

He may be ruthlessly pounding her and pulling every last orgasm from her body that she never knew she was capable of, but damn if it isn't the hottest thing she's ever been a part of.

She grips the blankets tight and tries to thrust back into his lap, not much she can do in her position but the little she manages gets her an appreciative growl and moan. She can just see him over her shoulder, his mouth open in deep pants and tongue curly in the air, returning to his mouth just to flick immediately back out and repeat, and his dark eyes instantly locking to hers.

With a feral growl he drops the hand holding her thigh to her center and assaults her clit. She screams, clinching her eyes tight as she gets closer to her whatever numbered orgasm and his thrusts falter, organ pulsing and tensing within her walls as he closes in on his end as well.

He tugs her hips closer with both hands, the one on her hip and one at her clit, and she misses the sound of their sheets tearing in her own loud scream as her orgasm floods over ever hyper sensitive nerve. Her voice is joined by her husband's drug out moaning growl as he spends himself within her, flooding her to the point she knows he's completely drained. He drops her leg sluggishly and catches himself on his elbows before he completely collapses on her sweaty, flushed back.

She chuckles weakly and hears him join her. She turns her head to the side and he nuzzles against her. "You weren't kidding. God damn that was fucking amazing."

He laughs. "You weren't so bad yourself, though I'm pretty sure I have you beat." She scowls at his good mood so soon after mind-blowing sex.

"I'm surprised you can count right now."

"And that's why I'm in the lead." She smiles at their running game of seeing who can pleasure the other more and softly kisses against his mandible.

He hums and nuzzles her again, shifting to get off her back. "No wait!" He looks to her with a question in his calm eyes. "I don't want you to leave." She's come to enjoy the feeling of having him inside her even when they aren't having sex. It's a Turian custom that she quickly grew to love, both for the sensation and deeper emotional meaning of connection.

"I can't just lay on your back, Jane. I'll crush you." He flicks a mandible in concern. She pouts and clinches her sore muscles around him in a wordless reminder of what he'll be missing. He chuckles and wraps an arm under her belly, pulling her to his chest and shifting them to lay on their sides. "How's this?"

"Perfect." She smiles and turns her head back to him. He leans forward and kisses her softly, a tender press of her slightly parted lips and a quick flick of his tongue. He pulls her closer to his chest, one arm under her head and the other relaxing against her waist, and rests his head at her back.

After a few moments of letting their hearts calm and bodies cool, Jane smiles and turns her head a bit to get his attention. "You know, I have a feeling this whole Turian-Humans relationships thing is going to catch on and then we won't have to hide." She snickers quickly. "I can just imagine it: Star children of the newest fad in celebrity relationships is a coupling between Turian and human. How does it work? Do they even?"

She feels the gentle shake of his head and the puff of air against her chilled skin. "I'd rather not imagine that… Pretty sure it'll also take a long time before what we have becomes mainstream enough to overlook the prejudice."

"Really now?" She smirks though he can't see it. "Rumor in Alliance channels have it that there's something going on with the Hierarchy." She lays a hand on his at her waist. "Could be that we may start to see some Turian-Human projects come out that doesn't involve our sex life."

His rumbling laugh billows through the strands of her hair. "It will certainly look better in the news reports. Wonder if your rumors are true."

Jane smiles and strokes his forearm. "Me too," she softly says as she feels her body start to fall into a well-deserved sleep. She knows that there is no better end to such an important day in her life than to fall asleep in the arms of the man she loves who she has promised to spend the rest of her existence with.

~SquigglySquid says: And so ends part one of Parable. I'm sure you all caught the definition of Juxtaposed in their wedding ceremony *wink, wink* and see why I chose that for the title. Part two will start with ME 1, which will be a few months after this but don't worry, I'll be sure to let that bit of info be known. I may not be available to write tomorrow because I'd like to get an outline drafted out before writing. If that's the case, I'm sorry and please be patient! Thank you all for reading and reviewing (thank you even to those who didn't review!) and enjoy!

Part two is now up: s/10854338/1/Genesis