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And now, the conclusion. :)
They managed to keep their hands to themselves on their way back to the Normandy, but as soon as they were in the relative privacy of the elevator he grabbed her by her waist and drew her to him. There was no resistance on her part; in fact, she threw her arms around his neck and snuggled her body into his chest. He let out a happy little purr when she reached up and pulled his head down to brush her lips against his mouth plates.
"Kiss me, Garrus," she whispered, before realizing that she didn't even know if turians did that. The difference in their biology didn't matter anymore. He'd ceased to be a member of a different species and was just Garrus now—the one person in the whole galaxy whom she knew she could trust with her life, the one person who would always have her six and would follow her to hell and back without hesitation. He was the one who made her laugh, filled her heart with affection and whom she couldn't imagine a day without. His warmth enveloped her whole being and when his tongue darted out, seeking entrance, she happily obliged. She let out a soft moan as his tongue swept in, sliding against her own, and her fingers started to instinctively caress the back of his neck.
Her touch sent a bolt of heat through his veins and his already loosened plates fully opened. He walked her back to the wall, grabbed her thighs and lifted her up, hooking her legs around his slim waist and holding her between him and the paneling. His mouth left her lips and he gently nibbled on her throat then licked her skin, relishing the way it made her gasp and hold onto him tighter. With her dress pushed up and bunched between them, she could feel the scorching heat from his body through her soaked panties and, without thinking, she pressed herself harder into him. He growled and squeezed her legs more firmly, his talons pressing into her skin, and kissed her again.
When they finally arrived on her floor he carried her out, cupping her bottom with his strong hands to support her weight. She held onto him with one hand while she punched in her code to unlock the door, then buried her face in the crook of his neck as they entered and he took her to her desk. He found an empty spot on the surface and carefully deposited her, her legs still wrapped around his hips. She kicked her shoes off and wiggled her toes to relax them after they'd been confined for so many hours. Her legs rubbed against his side in the process, eliciting a rumble in his chest and his hands moved up from her bottom to her waist.
His heart beating hard, he gently squeezed that graceful curve that he'd so admired when he'd first seen her this evening. He touched his forehead to hers, eyes closed for a second, and forced out the words over the lump in his throat that he needed to ask before he'd lose himself in the heat of the moment.
"Do you want this, Shepard?" His voice was raspy and strained, and he silently prayed to the Spirits that her answer was going to be yes.
She pulled back, looked into his eyes and cupped his face, stroking his face plates with her thumbs as she replied, her own voice breaking a little, "More than anything."
The rumble in his chest intensified and he wasted no time reaching under her dress and tugging on her underwear to pull it down. The urgency of the motion forced a small gasp out of her throat, quickly followed by a rush of blood to her groin, and she lifted her hips to help him accomplish his task. Her panties discarded on the floor, she trembled with breathless anticipation, but his movements slowed down to a torturous pace as he gently stroked her legs with his talons.
He loved the feeling of her smooth skin over her hard muscles. He could feel a slight tremor under his hand as he moved cautiously from her knees up her thigh then down to her knees again, only to travel back towards her center, along the inside of her thighs this time. Stopping just before reaching his goal, he bent down and nipped at her flesh along her throat, from her collarbone up to her jawline, and she couldn't help but grab his fringe at the pressure building inside her, aching for him to continue. She opened her legs wider and pushed her hips forward, inviting his fingers in, and when they finally moved into position she was so worked up already that she almost lost it right then.
She bit into her lower lip, not wanting to let this end so soon, and held onto him tight as he started to move the back of a finger inside her folds. She was hot and wet and foreign, yet familiar, and he gingerly explored her, dipping his finger in, coating it in her wetness, then rubbing the little bud he found in gentle circles. She moaned and her fingers moved to the back of his neck, caressing the sensitive skin there, and it took all his self-control not to take his hardened shaft, which had fully emerged by now, and thrust inside her. Instead, he pulled his finger out, eliciting a disappointed groan from her, knelt down, lifted her legs and rested them over his shoulder. When he began to drag his tongue over the skin on the inside of her thighs, alternating from one side to the other, closer and closer to the apex between them, her disappointment was turned into excitement and then apprehension.
"Garrus..." She moaned, putting one hand behind her on her desk to lean on while she held onto his fringes with the other, "Teeth... sharp... Be careful."
"Don't worry," he chuckled, and the fluttering of his mandibles would have made her giggle if not for her nervousness. "I know what I'm doing. Trust me."
She did trust him, but she'd never done this with a turian before. But when his long tongue finally started to lick her seam she forgot all about her reservations and the only words that were able to come out of her mouth were "Oh... Oh god, yes, right there."
He worked that wonderful tongue of his inside, lapping her up and down, circling her clitoris, sending wave after wave of incredible pleasure throughout her whole body. 'You're really good at this', she wanted to say, but the words got caught in her throat as the pulsing inside her groin suddenly exploded as the first surge of orgasm took hold of her shaking body.
He tightened his grasp and kept licking and thrusting his tongue in until she went limp and collapsed on her elbows.
"Wow..." she panted and stroked his arms as he stood up and pulled her to him, "You weren't kidding."
He flared his mandibles in a satisfied grin and ran his talons through her hair, carefully brushing her locks behind her ear. They felt soft and silky against his fingers, not at all what he'd expected.
"Does this hurt?" he asked. He hoped it didn't, for he couldn't stop sliding his fingers through the strands.
"No." She smiled and reached up to touch his fringe. "How about this?" She hadn't even considered the possibility before that grabbing it could cause him any pain. It felt pretty sturdy and he didn't seem to mind, but she wanted to be sure before she repeated that motion - something which, if he ever did that incredible thing with his tongue again, was bound to happen.
"No," he replied and swallowed hard as she ran her fingers over the top then on to the underside, "it feels...really good."
He grabbed her waist and pulled her off the desk, held her tight for a few seconds, then reached behind her back and searched for the zipper to get rid of her dress. Just as he found it and started to pull it down, she moved her hands under his tunic and his grip almost faltered when her deft little fingers started to scratch the soft patches of skin between his hard plates. Determined to succeed despite her wonderfully distracting hands, he continued and managed to pull the zipper all the way down. The dress fell open in the back, giving enough slack for him to easily remove the whole thing, sliding it down her arms and body. He grunted in disappointment, however, when he found another piece of clothing underneath. She chuckled and took pity on him, reaching back to unhook and remove her bra. The cool air and his intense gaze at her chest gave her goosebumps and he watched, fascinated, as her nipples hardened and got darker right before his eyes.
He reached out and gently cupped her breasts with his hands, squeezing them lightly. She trembled and let out a small gasp when he ran his talons over her nipples, and her groin started to pulse with desire again.
"You're still over-dressed," she whispered in a husky voice and tugged on his tunic.
He chuckled and undressed as quickly as he could. Her eyes roamed over his body as he revealed it, noting the leathery hide between hard plates and settling down on his blue, erect cock. She barely had time to take in his shape and size before he picked her up and carried her down the steps to the bed, laid her down and climbed over her, putting his weight on his elbows.
Their eyes locked onto each other as his face hovered above hers and his breath, shallow and ragged, grazed her skin with hot little puffs of air. She wanted this so much but she was nervous, even scared, if she was being honest with herself.
'I should have watched those vids. I should have done some research,' her brain was screaming at her, but her frantic thoughts were cut off when he bent down and kissed her, slow and deep, and her body relaxed in an instant.
He nuzzled and licked the crook of her neck while his hand moved down her front, palmed her breast for a while, then continued its trek to her center. Once it arrived, he stroked her seam a few times, reveling in the way she arched her back and bucked her hips at his touch, then he took his shaft, circled her clitoris with it, then slowly pushed in.
A ragged moan escaped her lips at the sensation of him filling her, and she held onto him tight, trying to adjust to his size. He could feel her channel clamping down around him, and he had to take a few deep breaths to calm down and force himself to wait until he was confident that she was relaxed and ready for him.
"You okay?" he asked, lifting his head and looking into her eyes.
"Yeah. Better than okay," she replied, smiling, and she wiggled her hips to let him know that he could start.
He growled softly and began moving in and out, gently, in shallow strokes, the humming in his chest reverberating in her own body. Every push rubbed against the perfect spots inside her, and heat started to build up in her lower belly and branch out into every inch of her being. She stroked the back of his neck then ran her fingernails up and down his back, and his thrusts became deeper and harder.
'Spirits, she feels incredible,' he thought as her inner muscles tightened around him and her hips rocked against his, letting him bury himself fully inside her.
"We...unf...should have done this...sooner," he groaned as he pistoned in and out while he bent down and licked her throat, her neck, her collarbone - anywhere he could reach.
"I... ahh...agree," she panted, barely able to get the words out, all her nerve endings on fire as the ridges of his shaft and the softer area around his opening created the perfect friction inside and out.
They kissed and moved in harmony, and when she finally reached her climax, crying out his name and spasming around him, he was right behind her with a few more erratic thrusts and a loud groan. He collapsed on his elbows, careful not to crush her with his weight, and brushed the hair sticking to her sweaty brow away from her eyes.
"Jane," he purred, stroking her face with the back of a finger, and this simple little gesture filled her heart with so much joy that she could barely contain it. With a happy little grin she reached up to trace the blue paint over his face plates.
"That was definitely an incredible way to blow off steam," she chuckled, still a bit breathless, and he joined in with his own little snort.
His shaft receded, and he rolled off to her side. Then he remembered something, sat up, and examined the insides of her thighs. They were a bit red and he felt a pang of guilt stab at his heart.
"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have-"
"No, that's fine," she interrupted. "Mordin can supply some oils or ointments."
They looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"I guess you got his informational packet?" she asked, gasping for air.
"Yep. Studied some of the, ah, more important items," he flared his mandibles in a smirk.
"I can tell. Maybe a little later we can test out more of your knowledge."
"I'll be here and ready," he winked. He lay back down, pulled her close and gently stroked her back. His hand wandered over to the curve of her waist and squeezed lightly. "Whenever you need me."
"I'd like that," she smiled as she snuggled up next to him.
'Human crews could learn a few things from turians,' was her last thought before she drifted off to sleep. She could really get used to this blowing off steam thing.
As long as it was with Garrus.