Garrus hurriedly showered, his nerves becoming heightened with each minute that went by. Trying to end his anxiety sooner, he dressed quickly and pinged her quarters. It took a minute, but Shepard finally opened the door.

"Garrus –" she was in a bathrobe, her hair hang down in dark wet strings.

"I – I should have waited longer, I apologize."

"No, it's ok. It takes me longer to get cleaned up, having to wash my hair and everything."

He pointed behind him, "I can go and come back in 15 minutes."

"No, please come in – have a seat." She turned to the side as he walked past her and down the steps to her couch.

"Just give me a few minutes, I'll be out." She rushed back in the shower and turned it back on, finishing rinsing her hair out. She dried off quickly and put her bathrobe on. She couldn't get out to talk to Garrus quickly enough. She rubbed her hair with a towel and threw it on the floor of the bathroom, rushing out and down her stairs. Garrus sat up straight, taking a deep breath.

She sat down on a chair across from him, "Is your shoulder feeling better?"

He looked down at it, "Yes, just sore. I think I'll be out of commission for the next mission, but after that it should be ok."

She nodded. She felt her emotions choke up in her throat, and attempted to start what she wanted to say twice.

Garrus started to feel fear in the pit of his stomach seeing her struggle. "Um, would you like a glass of water or something?"

She shook her head no, then the tears started to well up. She leaned back in her chair and wiped her eyes, looking up at the ceiling, "Oh boy, this is hard."

Garrus swallowed hard, waiting.

She thought over what Kasumi and Tali had said to her, recent events. It suddenly seemed clear – she loved him, he loved her. Were her reasons for fighting it so much more important than that?

"Garrus, I'm sorry." She felt the emotional floodgates open and she clamped her hands over her face.

Stricken, Garrus jumped up and knelt in front of her, putting his arms around her shoulder, trying to comfort her. "Jane, it's ok."

She wiped her eyes and reached out, holding Garrus close to her. She put her head down on his shoulder, "I love you so much Garrus, so much." She felt him grip her tighter and hold the back of her head. She held on to him for a minute until he let go and looked down at her.

"Jane," he looked at her with concern. "I've always loved you. I want you to know I'll agree to whatever you want from me, I promise."

She peered up at him, "What?"

He cleared his throat, "I know I've hurt you, and these past months there are so many things I wish I had said, wish I had done. I don't want to continue to cause you pain. I'm not going to force anything on you. I'll be happy to be your friend, your best sniper always, always."

"And nothing more?"

He snapped his head up, "Could I be more?" he questioned.

She tilted her head and smiled tiredly, "I want us to move forward, together. Everything that's happened to me, to us, was circumstances beyond our control. Tali, you, have all recognized and forgiven that." She picked at a string on her bathrobe, "You have to understand that for me, it hasn't been two years, it's been a few months. For me it wasn't too long ago that you told me on vidfeed that you loved me. I want you to feel that way again." Her voice broke up.

He grabbed her hands, "Jane, my love for you never went away. I had to push it away, first when we thought you were dead, and again when I came back on the Normandy and you were alive." He looked down. "I was an imposter, it took all my self-control to discuss missions with you and everything else but our past. The more time I spent with you, the more our relationship and my feelings for you came back. It's been hard." He covered his eyes.

"Garrus, please, can we put this behind us and just be together?"

He reached out for her and pulled her in his embrace, "Yes, Jane, yes."

She held onto him, and this time it was tears of relief that fell down her cheeks onto his shoulder. He held her tenderly. She pulled back and held her hands to his face and leaned down and kissed him. He kissed her back, falling into the long ago memory of kissing her on the eve of their battle against Saren.

This time, she was responding. She kissed him passionately, holding the collar of his shirt, pulling him close. She breathed heavily, "Let's go." She stood up and started walking towards her bed.

"Are you sure you want to – not that I don't, but you just fainted and –"

She interrupted him, "I've waited too long. I need to feel you, to be with you, and I don't want to wait a minute more." She took her bathrobe off, letting it drop and walked back up to him, wrapping her arms up around his neck.

He pulled her against him, his hands on the dip in her lower back and underneath her backside. He walked her back a few steps to the edge of her bed and continued to kiss her, lightly pressing his tongue in her mouth. She hungrily took it, and tugged at his shirt, "Take this off."

He let go of her and ripped at his clothing, stumbling over the zippers and clasps, watching her crawl into bed and turn to face him, waiting for him. He sat on the edge of her bed to pull his boots off and as he lent down to pull his pants off, felt her wrap her arms around him. One last yank on his pant leg and he was free. He turned around and picked her up, laying her down on the bed. She saw him wince, "Is your shoulder okay?"

"What shoulder?" he asked, and leaned down covering her mouth with his. She pulled herself towards him, gasping in pleasure at finally feeling his body against hers. He worshipped her with his tongue, flicking at her neck, giving her little bites, ravaging her mouth with it. She moaned and started pulling her legs apart so he could be between her. He leaned up and picked her up and flipped her over, pulling her back up on her hands and knees. He positioned himself between her legs, and she hunched over the bed, panting heavily. He gripped the round cheeks of her ass and slightly spread them apart. Shepard bit her lip, nearly dying with anticipation. She felt his finger explore her opening, gratified it was dripping wet. "Ohhh," she moaned softly. She felt him adjust his legs on the mattress, then hold her hip with one hand to steady her. She braced herself for him, as she felt a tapered tip feel around her opening, then move in slightly. "Yesss," she hissed as he moved in an inch, then out. He slowly penetrated her over and over. She pushed back, her hands leaning out in front of her on the bed.

"No," he said hoarsely and pushed back on her hip, "at my pace."

She nodded and stayed still as he penetrated her in and out, in and out, never going past one inch. She felt she was going mad with want. "Unh, Garrus."

"Shhh," he said.

She kept still and breathed more heavily as she felt him in and out of her, holding her in a vice grip. She had thought so many months when they were flirting on the SR1 what he would feel like – done research, and the soft pliable scales on his cock felt sublime. As the minutes went by he pushed a little bit more, eliciting a delighted gasp from her. Two inches in now, back and forth, holding her in place. He would go maddeningly slow, hold it in, then take it out fully and penetrate her again, but not going past 2 inches. "I – I can take more Garrus, more please."

"That's not the point," he said. She shook her head and allowed his continued gentle shallow thrusts.

"Lotion, do you have lotion?" he blurted out.

"Um – uh," she struggled to gather her thoughts, but he pulled out completely. She brushed the wet hair out of her face, "I've got medigel."

"No," he said.

"I've got um, neutral gel – it's for chafing, I use it under my armor."

"Stay there – where is it?"

She pointed to her nightstand drawer. She stayed in position and watched as he walked over and pulled the bottle out of her drawer. As he turned she caught a glimpse of his taught muscles and massive erection. She drew in a quick breath. Why was he going so slow – she wanted all of that now. He positioned himself behind her and she arched her back to allow him access. Her eyes rolled back feeling the deliciousness of his warm tip entering her again. She instinctively rocked backwards, but he again stopped her with the strength of his grip on her hip. He started again, slow, steady penetration, a small amount of him, then a little bit more. The warmth washing over her body, the heat on her face – she felt she would pass out soon if she didn't feel him filling her up. He paused and she heard him squirt lotion out and she held still.

"I filed my talons down," he said. She turned to ask, then she felt him hold one of her cheeks apart and then a slick warmth as he used the pad of his thumb to circle the pucker of her ass. She turned back forward with a gasp. He gently pushed inward with his thumb as he continued to move his penis inside her. "Garrus," she gasped.

He worked his thumb in, the gel slickening her up inside. He moved it around inside in little circles as worked a rhythm into her. He slowed and put himself in another inch, relishing how Shepard arched her back and moaned.

"Please – more, I want more Garrus."

"You'll get more." He had waited too many years to take her quickly. He was going to enjoy every second, every inch. There would be plenty of times for quick, hasty sex, and everything in between, but this first time he was going to savor every bit, and give her the best he could – make the wait worth it.

He watched as his pulsating blue cock moved in and out of her, looking down as he simultaneously attended to her other opening, moving further and further in. He pulled his penis out, seeing it slick with her juices. He put it back inside and rapidly rammed it in and out, still just up to a few inches. When he felt the friction start to bring him too far out of control, he slowed his pace. His thumb reached her tight muscle ring, and he reached down for the lotion, pulling her open and squirting it in. She reacted to the cold, jumping slightly.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it." He pushed his finger in this time, feeling around and easily reaching the same spot. He kept his penis in place as he concentrated on pushing past her tight inner muscle. "Relax, relax and breathe Jane."

She tried to do so, and was rewarded with a delicious sensation of being filled up as her ass sucked up his finger hungrily. "Oooo, yes."

Garrus smiled and pushed his cock in a bit more, then started pistoning into her, increasing his speed, then slowing down. He penetrated his penis in more, now feeling his hardness inside her through her wall with his finger. "Do you like that?"

"Garrus, I – I-" her voice trailed off into a loud sigh of pleasure. She'd never had sex with a Turian before, and the ridges she'd seen in that brief glimpse of him when he got the lotion were hitting all the right spots. She panted louder and steadied herself, but moved slightly back and forth. She started yelling out, "Yes, yes, yes," with each thrust he made. He pushed in deeper, only a few inches left. She delighted in feeling the increased girth of him as she neared his base. Suddenly she felt a familiar wave start to wash over her and her muscles start to tense. "I – I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

He felt her soft walls start to clamp down on him, and determined to cum with her, he pushed himself into her to his hilt. She screamed out, and he pushed his cock repeatedly in and up, as he penetrated his finger fully inside her ass.

She saw white heat and stars as her climax overtook her and her muscles tensed, pulling her head down and clenching muscles she didn't know could orgasm. She couldn't breathe or speak, sputtering for air. She heard Garrus make a rumbling sound she'd never heard before, then felt him get even larger inside her, making her feel like she was splitting in half. He continued, climaxing with her, all his muscles tensed as he grunted and pushed his pelvis against her. Every time she thought she was done, another spasm would lurch her forward, pulling him with her.

Finally as she slowed, she found her voice, licking her lips, dry from gasping, "Oh my god, oh my god." She shuddered involuntarily.

Garrus caught his breath, straightening up and gently pulling his finger out of her. He gripped both her ass cheeks and rammed into her one more time with a loud grunt as she let out a soft cry. He pulled out slowly, watching his now limp blue penis exit her, a rush of his wet cum spilling out of her after, purple viscous liquid gushing out. "Ohh," she objected to the cold wetness as it rivered down her legs.

She unclenched her white hands and moved her stiff fingers back and forth. The adrenaline wearing off, she felt her legs wobble and crawled up further up the bed and flopped down flat, taking deep breaths. Garrus went to her bathroom and washed his hands, took a towel, wiping himself off and leaning on the sink, steadying himself. He finally possessed her, felt her wrapped around him, yelling his name, begging for him. He splashed water on his face and grinned at his reflection in the mirror. He went back down the stairs towards her where she was frozen in place. Then getting in bed, laying across from her, head on the pillow. He scooted closer and gently pushed the wet hair off her face. She smiled widely, eyes closed.

"Garrus, you were amazing. I can't even describe how fantastic that was."

He reached his arm over her waist and down to pull her hips towards him, "I've fantasized about being inside you so many times. You felt sublime."

She opened her eyes and leaned towards him, kissing him. "Move in with me, please."

"Here in your quarters?"

"Mm-hm. I've got this empty space in my bed that's been waiting for you."

"Well, we can't have that, can we."

She shook her head. "And after giving me that kind of mind-blowing sex, I've got to have a lot more, and frequently."

"Is that an order?"

She rubbed the outline of his mandible, "Yes."

He held his again rock hard cock against her clit and moved up and down, "I've got more for you now."

Eyes wide, she said, "I think I'm actually a bit sore. I haven't been with anyone since Cerberus rebuilt me."

"Understood. I've got to finish, though."

"What?" she wanted to do more, but her inner thighs were pretty raw. He held up her leg and turned her on her back, leaning his mouth down to her opening. She braced herself for oral sex, her legs limp and tired. She let out a little gasp as he licked all around her, her clit, then as he licked inside. He used his long tongue in a cupping, scooping motion inside her, pulling out of her. She looked down at him, curious, this was different cunnilingus than she'd felt before. He held her legs apart, his arms wrapped around them, pulling her down on him. Frustrated, he pulled back, "I can't get it out, can you sit up higher, like at an angle?"

She nodded, frowning in confusion. She pulled his pillow over on top of hers and leaned back up at an angle. He repositioned himself under her. He pushed his tongue up inside her again, and started the rhythmic and insistent tongue scooping. She arched her head back on the pillow, looking up at the ceiling. It was a strange, wonderful sensation. Suddenly he stopped. She looked down to see him kneeling back. "Get up, this isn't working." He stood up at the side of the bed as she rolled over and sat up in bed. He laid down and motioned for her, "Come on, sit on my face."

She shivered and crawled up beside him, and with his help gingerly did so. He held his arms around her legs again, pushing his mouth against her, his tongue deep inside her. This time the scooping was accompanied by intense sucking. She held her hands against the wall to steady herself as she looked down at him. He pushed her up slightly and swallowed a few times. She saw his purple cum on his lips as he hungrily pulled her back on him.

"Ungh, what are you doing?"

He took a few more sucks, then pulled away slightly, "It's a Turian thing. We always drink our own cum back after sex."

"Why?"

"Don't know, that's how we finish sex. Surprised humans don't do that. I suppose it's because of our longer prehensile tongues. It feels good doesn't it?"

She nodded, her eyes nearly rolling back in her head, "Uh-huh."

He caressed her thigh, "Good. Your taste mixed with mine is amazing, delicious. I need more."

She lunged slightly against the wall feeling him push his tongue inside her again, "Is there that much in there?"

He nodded against her. He continued for a few minutes, then took her off him. He shook his head, "I'm sorry, I'll be very gentle, but I've need to put more in you. I've got to have more again."

He reached over for the lotion he'd used earlier and applied it liberally to her inner thighs that were red. He gently positioned her on her back and got on top of her, pushing himself between her legs before she could think about what was happening. This time he was faster, putting his tip against her and pushing it in within a few thrusts. "Oh, yes," she cried out.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" he asked, concerned.

She shook her head no back and forth on the pillow. He responded with increasing the friction, moving slowly in and out, then quickly and in rapid succession. His breathing got quicker, his muscles tensed, and he cried out as he climaxed inside her, laying down on her as the spasms shook his body. She relished in the feel of him inside, wrapping her legs around the back of his. He leaned up and pulled at her leg, freeing himself and laying back down on bed. "Get on top of me again," he commanded.

As much as she wanted to just lie there and take a break, she could tell he was not to be deterred. She straddled his chin and positioned herself as she had before. He wasted no time licking around her. She watched as purple cum gushed down from her into his waiting mouth. It got all over his lips, his chin and he licked it off himself before grabbing her down on him to suck it out.

She moved in time to his suckling, and asked, "How much is in there?"

He broke his seal to say, "A few cupfuls." And went right back to it.

She tried to remember reading something about this, but she was just beginning to do research when she was spaced. His tongue was relentless, reaching up high into her soft, wet walls, willing out all his juices. She gasped, moving rhythmically with him, his hands moving her into the best position. He pulled back slightly, "Jane, I must have you, many times, as much as you can, many times a day."

"Yes, yes." She sighed.

"Push down," he commanded.

"What?" she looked down at him.

He rubbed lightly over her dark hair covering her clit. "Using your muscles, push down, push it out."

"Oh," she leaned back over his mouth and flexed her abdominal muscles.

"Mmmmm," he licked up inside her. "Yes, like that."

She continued to bear down as he finished getting everything out of her he could. When she thought he was finished, he impaled her with his tongue and used the pad of his thumb to rub her clit, looking intently up at her with his piercing blue eyes.

"Garrus, Garrus – I," she threw her head back, lips parted as only a moan came out with her climax. Garrus smiled underneath her, feeling her soft walls clamp strongly on his tongue, holding him in place. He watched her completely lose herself, scream out for him as she shuddered. She continued to orgasm, more of his cum and her juices being pushed out, much to his delight. He gently tugged himself out as she held her hand over her face, gasping for breath and calming down. He gave her gentle kisses and rubbed her soft skin with his fingers. Finally she came back down to reality and looked down at him, exhausted. "I – I don't know what to say."

He grinned, "Say you'll marry me."

"What?"

"Too soon? I've waited so long Jane, I love you so much."

"Not too soon, yes, I'll marry you Garrus. Damn!" she laughed. She pushed on his chest and sat back down on his abdomen.

"You really mean it? You'll marry me?"

She nodded vigorously. "Yes. And I don't think we should wait. Dr. Chakwas can perform a ceremony, I'm sure."

He leaned back on his elbows as she slid down to sit on the bed. He reached out and held her face in his hand. She reached up and held his hand to her face. "With all this insanity going on around us, we need to be together – we make sense."

He sat up and shook his head looking at her, he couldn't believe she was finally his. Almost. "Jane, I have to-"

Before she could react, he reached behind her head and pulled her wet hair off her neck, reaching his other hand up quickly and gripping her shoulder. She felt him pull her head to the side, and in a flash, his teeth were at the bend of her neck. She barely registered what was happening when he bit down hard. She screamed as his sharp teeth pierced further down into her muscle. She took sharp shallow breaths, trying not to move. It seemed like forever, and he pushed his teeth down a bit deeper. She tensed all her muscles, then he pulled back, looking at the mark he'd made and rubbing the red blood streaming out. He looked up at her a bit guiltily and wiped her red blood off his lips. "Are you okay?"

She nodded, "Just surprised, that's all. I've got medigel-"

"No," he shook his head, "then it won't leave a mark, that's the whole point. It has to scar, to show everyone that you are mine."

"Oh," she strained to look down at it, but could only see little rivers of blood down her clavicle.

"It didn't hurt too bad, did it?"

She smiled, "Garrus, I've had much worse. Is this a frequent thing, or-"

"No, it shows others we are together. I mean, Turians like biting, nibbling, but don't worry. Jack's reports of Turian's violent sex are exaggerated. Well, and maybe the company she keeps."

Jane laughed. She looked at him, "Do I do the same to you?"

He brightened. He was hoping she would ask that. "Yes, but I have to soften my skin up in the shower first. Don't want to break your teeth."

"Yeah, good idea."

"Oh, I know humans give rings to each other, too. I'll take you out tomorrow to pick one out, if we can swing by Illium or the Citadel." He said excitedly.

"I can arrange that." She sighed, contented, and leaned into him for a hug. Her head was swimming, with a happiness she hadn't felt in months, well, years. She closed her eyes and for the first time was happy to be alive again.