Warning: The following chapter contains Explicit +18 Sexual Content. So if that is not your cup of tea, stay clear!

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There had been a consensus, he was sure of it. There had been... right? Yes, there must have been. The way Shepard was tugging and tearing at his clothes spoke volumes.

The kiss had sped this up two notches, and when they finally came up for air none of them wanted to wait any longer. Absolutely not all the way back to the ship. It had ended in Garrus hacking one of the doors in the back corridor. The lock clicked and the woman almost threw herself at him. They tumbled into the room, limbs tangled in each other, when the door opened. His brain only vaguely acknowledged that it was some kind of storage room. On any other day he would have laughed at the notion that he would find himself in a red light bar ready to all but ravage his Commander. If someone then had told him that it would happen in a equipments shed to boot... A wrinkled nose would have been the least of his reactions. It would probably have ended up with the one suggesting it leaving with a bloody nose too. Right now, though, he didn't care. Oh Spirits he didn't care.

Not when she smelled so good and her soft, but at the same time strong hands was quickly undoing his tunic. He reluctantly tore his mouth from her lips for a second to look down to find the sipper on her dress, desperate for more skin contact. When the door shut behind them the only light source in the room was his visor and her pale skin looked almost luminescent in the blue sheen. He could clearly make out the blue veins under it. It reminded him of a fruit back on Palaven with so delicate skin the fruit would pop open and pour out its abundant juices from the slightest prick. Would she? The thought made him moan as his body shuddered in anticipation. Somehow her deceptive frailty only made him want her more.

His tunic was thrown somewhere into the dark where he probably would never find it again. Her hands trailed down his chest, taking in the thick skin and plates through touch alone. Thin fingertips digging into strong muscle and as they found his waist he captured her mouth again and forced her into the nearest wall. He finally got her dress down from her shoulders.

Humans might not have been a part of the galactic community for long. But Garrus had served on a human ship long enough to know the basics of their anatomy. It wasn't as though he had never seen her body before. Combat situations didn't allow for timidity among comrades. He had seen her skin torn up and bloodied. He had wrapped her torso in bandages and compresses enough times to know what to expect. Besides, the first Normandy had been a small military issued vessel and men and women alike had shared the showers.

He had however never caressed her breast before. Her breath had never hitched and sent a vibrating moan into his mouth, and Shepard had certainly never gripped him like her life depended on it and pressed her chest into his hand.

It did things for him, to him. His hands almost shook in urgency as he dipped one of them down to her thigh. There Garrus quickly found the dress hem and snaked in under the tightly fitted fabric, enjoying the trembling of her muscles as he went. His plates were splayed wide by now and when he found her want there between her legs he felt himself emerge. There was no thought to it, only primal instinct. Hiking her up with strong arms, pushing himself against her. Tugging her dress up and letting it gather around her waist. Her legs wrapped around his middle, putting delicious preasure on his soft skin.

A high pitched cry left her lips and she trailed them down his cheek, over his mandible, sliding that soft tongue out as she went. His hips started rubbing against her on their own accord, his pants uncomfortably tight. Garrus almost went to open them on his own when her hands dipped down and did it for him. Finally it was free and now only her flimsy underwear stood between them.

There was a groan and a rumble when her lips found the sensitive skin just beneath his jawbone. Confident in Shepard's strong legs around him he dared a hand into her panties. Wet, glorious and soft and she cried out again when his fingers started to explore her, her voice trembling. Taking the out most care with his talons he watched her face closely as she tilted her head back against the wall. A long, slender neck with almost translucent skin, her pulse beating rapidly. Yeah, there was no way he could resist that.

Tongue, lips and teeth nipped and caressed up and down it, pulling more whimpering sounds from her. He loved her like this, all at his mercy, begging with her body for him. He wanted to bite down, wanted to pierce her tender skin and feel her red juice against his tongue. Just like the fruit back on his home planet. But he wasn't sure she would appreciate it and he'd be damned if he screwed this up now.

His body was all hot and instinct and he needed her. Needed her like he couldn't remember ever needing anyone before. He must have, right? Must have wanted someone like this before. But no occurrence came to mind. Not that he put much energy into remembering. Not when he had her, Shepard, the hero of the Citadel and the bane of all Reapers at his fingertips. Bent and pliable and willing...

Spirits he needed her, right now. The hand he had down her trousers bent around and a sharp talon ripped the offending fabric like it was water. That drew a laughter out of her, no... it was more of a giggle. A giggle! From the Commander. That was something new. Apparently this evening was full of surprises.

"Damn it, Garrus," she said, grabbed his neck and made him look at her. The mischievous look in her eyes obvious. "Now I have to go back to the ship without underwear." A grin hinted on her lips.

"Are you complaining?" he asked huskily. He knew his voice could drive the ladies crazy, he had used it successfully before. As he spoke he dipped one of his fingers carefully into her.

Eyelids closed around green forests for a moment and a needy moan danced over red soft lips. When she opened them there was a fire burning in them.

"No," she said, her voice no louder than a whisper.

Mandibles were flexing as Garrus grinned and without breaking eye contact he guided himself to her willing body. A thrust with his hips later and they were both made undone.

"Fuck," he moaned, holding himself in. Spirits she felt so good. All warm and tight and molding against him. He almost didn't know what to do with himself. So he held still for a moment, breathing heavily. If it kept up like this, this wouldn't last long. Why had he never been with a human before? This was amazing.

"Yeah, you're not saying," Shepard joined in and caught up to his speeding breaths.

Garrus buried his face into the crook of her neck and slowly started to move against her. It was all he could do to not fall over the edge. He felt her strong fingers trace the scales on his neck, scratching now and then with her silly little nails down over them. Her ragged breaths rasped through her throat right next to his ear and he dared to push a little deeper into her. He felt her pulse quicken again against his cheek, so he repeated his movements.

Fingers found the thick plating on the back of his neck. They trailed up, up and he felt his body tense in anticipation. He had no reason to think that she would know how sensitive the underside of the turian fringe was by the root. But perhaps it was an instinctual thing. He had seen human couples run their fingers through their beloved's hair on the Citadel. Now Shepard was doing the same to the turian equivalency and he had to put his teeth against her throat to not call out aloud. Sure they hadn't exactly been quiet so far, but why push their luck?

"You like that?" she breathed in his ear and her breath rushed warm over his skin. She dragged her nails against that glorious spot.

When Garrus picked up his pace and slammed into her hard once the smugness in her voice was mixed with pleasure.

"Harder," he grunted and repeated the motion. She did too.

The urgency in his body built again and at one point he was almost afraid he was hurting her. His talons digging into her thighs, holding her up against the wall. His hips slamming into her again and again to draw more pleasure from the friction he found within her. By the look and sound of her, she wasn't objecting though. Her fingers kept massaging that spot, now and again digging her small nails into it. Her body rocking back to meet his every thrust. Her red hair was moving with their movement and she was breathing hard between gritted teeth. But he wanted more.

Between one forceful push and the next, one of his hands gripped her knee. He bent her leg in against her body, giving him even better opportunity to go in deep. With the next thrust she screamed. Shepard threw her head back, her eyes and mouth open. Her fingers dug into that spot beneath his fringe pulling a gravely groan that ended in a roar from him. Fucking hell! He had found something in there that pushed just right at his tip. His muscles trembled with pleasure as he repeated the motion, the fire in his gut building into an inferno. He felt it move and spread up through him and a few thrusts later all the muscles in his body cramped down. Garrus wasn't sure any longer where they were or even if up was down. His body seemed to float somewhere undesignated and indescribable. A violent buzz in his head. Then he felt Shepard convulse around him and the sound coming out of him wasn't turian any more. It came from some primal part of him. From the time before civilization and coherent thought.

He twitched again and again, pouring into her until he wasn't sure if he could take it any longer. Slowly, oh so slowly, they both came back down. His heart was hammering in his chest and his head was pounding. How long had he neglected to breath? He was catching up now though. Panting heavily to try to get more oxygen into his body.

Shepard's chest was heaving against him as she tried to do the same. Eyes meeting his, an incredulous look in them.

"Holy hell," she panted.

That brought a grin to his lips.

"Yeah," was all he could force his muddled brain to articulate. "Wow." He swallowed, trying to remedy his dry mouth.

With trembling arms and legs from exhaustion he slipped out of her and released her.

"Sorry about the..." Garrus swallowed again. "The euhm... I think I broke your skin." Still out of breath he gestured towards her thighs where small rivulets of red blood had started to form.

Shepard pulled up her dress over her shoulders again before inspecting the small wounds in the near to no light. She let out a small laugh.

"That's okay. If this is what takes me in, well... then it was worth it." Her grin was wide when she turned to look at him again.

He laughed too as he pulled his pants up and locked the buckles. Heck, he hadn't even gotten his pants off properly.

As the post-coital high started to come back down it left him with an unwelcome soberness. The silence stretched between them as they righted their clothes. Garrus had finally found his tunic after some awkward scuffling in the dark. As he pulled the hem down to stretch the fabric he wasn't exactly sure what to say to her. By the looks of it, neither was she.

"So we should probably..." Shepard gestured towards the door.

"Yeah, yeah sure." He could hear how lame and weird his own voice sounded.

His eyes stung when she opened the door and the light flooded into the room again. The corridor outside might not have been very bright. But after the almost pitch black in the equipment shed it felt like in the middle of a sunny day. He exited behind her thinking that tomorrow might become one of the most awkward days he ever would spend on the Normandy.

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The End