Epilogue

In the days before they docked at the Citadel, Ezmay sat up reading while Garrus slept. She waited until he had drifted off, and then she would silently creep over to her terminal and dial up the file she'd been reading previously. It wasn't so hard to get information on Auralia Sidonis. Kaiden was willing to forward over the personnel information he'd had going into the Invictus fiasco.

From what she understood from Auralia's file, the turian woman hadn't gone completely psychotic, or lost touch with reality. Not really. Lantar's death was still relatively fresh; they'd killed him only a couple of months ago. That fact made Ezmay feel a trifle worse; Auralia had been deep into grieving, and her actions, though not excusable, were understandable.

Claws settled on her shoulders and moved to massage the back of her neck. Ezmay looked upwards, saw Garrus standing behind her and looking down. Damn, he was quiet. Or she'd been so absorbed in reading.

"What are you doing?" He asked, pressing his thumbs into the muscle and removing a kink that had settled into her neck from hunching over the terminal. That was one thing she could definitely get used to, him just knowing things. She liked this general sense of connection to him that revealed emotion and bodily feeling. It was unusual at first, but now she understood why turians mated for life. It made the garbled communication of a relationship a negligible issue. It was easier to stay with someone when you could literally understand what they were feeling.

Ezmay looked back towards the terminal, and scrolled down a bit on the screen.

"I'm trying to understand Auralia." She paused, chewing on her lip, thinking. "I can't say honestly that I wouldn't act as she did if I found myself in her situation, but then…I know you wouldn't have allowed yourself to get into Lantar's situation."

"Don't be so sure." Garrus said. "Everyone's got their weak point. The person who says they can't be bought just hasn't heard the right price yet. Sidonis went cheap; he thought his life was more important than many lives."

"What's your weak point?" She looked up at him.

"I would think that's already obvious." His mandibles flared in amusement. "Now, let me sit. I want to show you what I've been looking at while you've been sleeping."

Now Ezmay was entertained as well. She got up, using the desk for support, and let Garrus take her chair. Then she settled herself on his lap. She watched as he navigated through her computer with an ease that came from repeated use.

"How much have you been up here?" She asked.

Garrus only gave her a smile for a response. He brought up a picture of a simple white dress cut with an asymmetrical hem that would brush her ankles. It had a wide, white ribbon under the bust and no straps or sleeves to be seen.

"In human culture, the woman picks her own dress." Ezmay leveled a disapproving glance at him.

"You're wearing it for me, aren't you? Be glad I didn't pick out one that makes you look like a frilly little cupcake."

It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him that she was wearing the dress just as much for herself, but then, it didn't much matter. The dress suited her, and they were having a simple ceremony with a legal official doing the honours. It wasn't her style, or his for that matter, to have the lavish party that was so common back on Earth. From what she understood of turian wedding rites, there wasn't much to them. They had every intention of disappearing into the Citadel's luxury wards for a few days before Shepard presented herself to Anderson and the Council for assignment.

"You sure about this?" Her eyes turned to him, away from the terminal, and she found he was staring at her as well. She felt self-concious when she realized he was staring at the tattoo on her face.

"I'm sure. I've never been so sure about something. We fit together, you and I, and not just in the lecherous way that just popped into your head."

Ezmay grinned sheepishly. Never let it be said that her libido was nonexistent. Man, this was going to take some getting used to, the connection of soul and mind to him. She let her fingers trail back lazily over his fringe, and felt his chest begin to rumble in pleasure.

His arms slid around her, and they were up, Garrus carrying her back towards the bed. She laughed with delight, sliding her limbs around his cowl. Ezmay lay a kiss on his mandible and let him lay her on the soft bedding.

"What was it you called me on Invictus?" She said, voice hushed, as he climbed into the bed on top of her.

Garrus's breath tickled at her forehead. He nuzzled her, their brows touching.

"Heart of my heart."

"I like that."

Garrus smiled then. He liked it too. He liked it very much.

**A/N** Thank you so much for reading! If you liked this, then keep an eye out. After my final exams are over, I have two glorious weeks of freedom to write before the summer semester starts, and Ezmay and Garrus inform me that I still have a lot more of their adventures to write. TL;DR, there's more coming. Until then, please let me know what you thought. Literary critique makes me a better writer. Again, thank you for reading and enjoying this as much as I enjoyed writing it.