(A/N The final chapter for the Taming of Shepard. A little more sexytime for the fans! Thanks for the great reviews and feedback!)
Shepard woke, faceplanted in her pillow, tucked up against what felt like a wall of rough steel. She smiled, and stretched slowly, luxuriously, a little sore from a night of figuring out where all Garrus' sensitive spots were.
His arms came around her, pinning her in place. He mumbled a sleepy protest, so she did nothing more than lay still while he seemed to drift off again. For someone partially made of what seemed to be metal, he was remarkably warm. Shepard's fingertips slid down the leg that had been thrown over hers, entangling them to prevent her getting out of bed. There was a little spot just on the back of the knee…ahh…there. He made a small sound in his sleep and she felt things…shift against her hip. A wicked smile curved her lips.
She skimmed up the plates to his hip, and found the soft skin of his inner thigh. Hello there, Garrus, she nearly chuckled out loud, as he hardened. Turians weren't so different to humans after all. With a bit of a wiggle, she managed to manoeuver so that his length was pressed against her butt.
With sudden strength, she was startled when her hand was captured and planted to the bed beside her head. His weight pressed her into the bed and his leg shifted to nudge hers further apart.
"I thought you had enough last night," Garrus murmured against her hair, before he nipped the soft skin of her neck. He pressed his length into the crack of her butt, and she gasped.
"Mmmm," Shepard sighed, and tried to shift under him. His hold tightened, and she writhed a little, excitement twisting into dark smoke in her belly. She turned her head to try to look at him, but he was too close, too…hot.
"Oh…gods," she moaned as he slid into her depths, tilted her head back, and revealed the silky skin of her throat. He licked her there, before thrusting fiercely upward, and she rewarded him with a cry, "Ahh!"
Garrus withdrew and began that brain fizzing rhythm that made her forget her own name. Shepard thrust herself backward, as much as she could. She cried out his name into her pillow, muffling the sound, as he released her hand and carefully circled a calloused fingertip against her nub. She was trapped, clutching at the sheets, and had no desire to go elsewhere.
"Gods, Garrus," she finally gasped out, hooking a foot around the spur at his knee, trying to get leverage, and opening herself for easier access.
Garrus wrapped an arm around her and pulled her back onto him, his other hand still busy at her groin. She whimpered aloud, her head tilting back to rest on his cowl, and his thrusts increased their pace.
"Oh, yes…yes," she murmured, her hands clutching at his arms, "Oh yes…harder! Yes!"
Garrus bit her earlobe and she turned her head into her shoulder to muffle the scream as her orgasm hit with lightning force. He pulled himself out from her, and used the juncture of her thighs to maintain friction while he thrust a few more times, and spent himself on the bed. Shepard went limp in his arms, but he did not release his embrace. It took a few minutes but she turned over, the top of her head tucked under his chin, her breath washing over his neck.
"That was smokin', General Vakarian," she murmured, "I don't think I will walk for a week after these few days."
A rumbling laugh vibrated through his chest into her, and she tightened her embrace. His hands slid up and down her back, a comfort now rather than arousal - though that never hovered too far from the surface.
"Back on duty tomorrow, eh?" Garrus murmured into her hair.
"You too," she sighed.
"We will always have Rio, Shepard," his hand came to a rest on her butt, and she slid her leg over his own.
"Mmmm hmmm," Shepard shifted to gaze into his eyes. She opened her mouth to say something. Then closed it again. She smiled, "I will miss you, arrogant turian."
"And I, you, impossible human," Garrus' talons traced carefully through her hair and over her cheekbones.
She touched his mandibles, a delicate tracing of the curves and closed her eyes with a sigh.
Shepard took a sip from her coffee, seated on the front porch of the small cabin she and Garrus had disappeared to for this leave. Their last day. The lake was smooth today, the mountains surrounded by a misty fog. She smiled as she read the mail from Ash.
HEY YOU. I'M THROUGH. I'M TIRED, BUT I'M THROUGH. KAIDAN DIDN'T MAKE IT. HE GOT HURT BY SOME PIRATES ON A MISSION LAST MONTH AND COULDN'T KEEP UP PHYSICALLY. HE WAS SO DISAPPOINTED, BUT KNEW HE WOULD JUST ENDANGER THE SQUAD. VEGA STILL GOING STRONG. ON ALL COUNTS. LOVE YOU AND I'M SO PROUD. GIVE GARRUS MY BEST - I FIGURE HE IS WITH YOU ON LEAVE. WORD GETS AROUND!
She sent back a reply:
I'M PROUD OF YOU TOO. DIG DEEP AND YOU WILL FIND THE COURAGE YOU NEED TO FINISH. YOU ARE N6 NOW. I AM GIVING YOUR CONTACT DETAILS TO MY OLD SQUAD - SHAAN AND NATYLIA GRIFFIN. THEY ARE GOING TO LOOK YOU UP WHEN I CAN'T. LOVE YOU, LITTLE SISTER. STAY SAFE.
"You want toast?" came the call from the kitchen.
"Yes, thanks," she called back, and tucking her legs up under her, she sighed in happiness. She had to laugh. A year before, she couldn't have imagined herself sitting her like this.
Shepard saluted Anderson sharply, "Good morning, sir!"
"Good morning, Commander Shepard," Anderson glanced up from his terminal, "I hope you had a relaxing leave?"
Shepard cleared her through, and forced herself not to blush, "Yes, sir."
"Good," he tapped a few keys and then stood up, coming around the table, "I have received a new posting."
Frowning at his conversational tone, Shepard just nodded agreeably, "The ICP programme will miss your presence, sir."
"Oh, they will get along just fine," Anderson flicked his fingers, "I expect you have heard about a new ship that has been produced. A joint project between turian and human engineers."
"Yes, sir, the Normandy project. It is believed that it is faster and runs more silent than any other ship in the Alliance fleet," Shepard acknowledged, linking her hands behind her back.
"You are well informed," Anderson smiled at her, "I'm to be its new Captain."
"Sir, congratulations," Shepard returned the smile, "That's a great honour."
"Oh, it is," Anderson was agreeable, "However, I find myself in need of an XO I can trust to keep the crew in line and with the guts to stand up and give their opinion. Are you that person, Shepard?"
"I…" Shepard was stunned, "…yes. Yes, I believe I am, sir."
"Welcome aboard, Commander,' Anderson held out his hand, and she took it dazedly.
Shepard paced, her duffel packed at her feet, ready to toss into the shuttle that would transport her to the Normandy. She checked the time, 1950 hours. Soon. She glanced toward the vast buildings of the villa, and it was with relief that she saw Garrus finally approach, clad in the dark tunic he wore when not in armour. Her eyes glowed with her excitement as she met him halfway. They were almost alone up here, only the guards, and they didn't seem to give a damn.
Garrus looked down at her, "The Normandy will suit you, Shepard." He stared at her admiringly, "It already does."
"It's an amazing opportunity," she shook her head, "I can hardly imagine it! We are taking her on a run to the Citadel first, blow out the cobwebs after sitting in dock all this time."
Garrus chuckled, and glanced up as the shuttle she was to take with Anderson arrived. He sobered a little.
"You stay safe, alright?" he watched her face intently as she turned to look at the vehicle. Anderson strode toward it from the offices. He raised a hand to her in greeting, a nod for Garrus, and he stepped within. Two guards loaded his waiting gear. He didn't have much. She glanced back to Garrus.
"I had better go."
"Yes, you should," Garrus nodded.
"Walk with me?" she asked softly.
They got back to her duffel and she picked it up. Shepard looked up at him, hesitation in her eyes. But she could not wait. Approaching the shuttle, she handed her bag to a guard, who loaded it.
"Good bye, General," she smiled at him, and held out her hand.
"Until next time," he took her hand and held it in his own. She stepped up into the darkened depths and glanced at Anderson. The Captain was focused on his datapad, hardly paying attention. She turned back to Garrus and bit her lip thoughtfully, her eyes on his.
"Ready, sirs?" the pilot called over the comm.
"Both on board, Lieutenant Esa," Anderson replied, "Let's go."
Shepard tugged her hand reluctantly from Garrus' as the doors began to close. Finally, she mouthed the words, I love you, as the doors sealed shut. His eyes had widened, so she knew he had understood her.
The shuttle powered up and Shepard was forced to find her seat. She buckled in, leaned back and stared out of the window. She could see Garrus standing there, his hands in the pockets of his tunic. He raised one in farewell. She watched until the Villa was but a blur on the horizon, then glanced up at the night sky and smiled.
Who knew what the future would bring?