Special Events
Chapter 3 –Messy Awakenings
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Garrus was the first
to wake. Lying directly behind Reblicah, his head was nestled in the crevasse
of her neck. Her shape fit so perfectly against him, linking them together seamlessly.
The stray strands of her hair tickled his nose, as he breathed in her
intoxicating scent. Her smooth skin against his bare chest plate, as it softly
pulsed with every beat of her heart.
As he shifted his
body away, Garrus couldn’t resist looking at his mate. Shepard was in her usual
sleeping attire, wearing just a black tank top and matching boy short panties.
The white blanket tangled around her long legs, wrapping snuggly against the
curves of her thighs. She was curled up on her side. Her head rested on her
arms, her long golden brown hair sprawled in every direction. How could such a
tangled mess sleep so peacefully?
He noticed her mark,
still pink but already starting to scab over. She was indeed a fast healer. The
symbol of their union sparked an eternal flame within the Gunnery Chief. A
sense of completeness engulfed him. He was no longer alone in the world. Every
hour, every minute, every second he spent with Reblicah became a treasured
memory. The best thing he could have ever asked for lay before him. There was
no way anyone or anything could take her away from him.
His claws lightly
grazed the skin around the mark, triggering Shepard back to life. She stretched
onto her back, her body branching longer than the turian’s. After bending her
torso around, she looked up at Garrus with a smile. Her smile seemed so pure like
she just received the best rest in her existence, a night filled with magical
dreams. Using her left arm, Reby propped herself up and shook her mane back
into place.
“How’s it looking?” The Commander groggily asked as her eyes
were still adjusting to the morning fluorescent lighting in her quarters.
“Actually, it looks nearly healed.”
“I told you I would be fine.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Amazing,” the smile still resting on her lips, “And you?”
“No words can describe how incredible I feel.”
“I’m sure there are… give it some time, after all it’s still
only morning,” playfully sticking her tongue out at him. The turian let out a
single chuckle in amusement.
Shepard shifted her
body to the edge of the bed, allowing her feet to barely touch the floor. Garrus
followed suit, positioning himself directly behind Reblicah with one leg on
each side. She continued her morning ritual, extending her arms straight up and
cracking her neck. Reaching back, she leaned into his chest and brought her
hands together on the base of his fringe. Scooting closer, Garrus wrapped his
arms around her slender waist and brushed his mandible against her ear.
“Garrus?” nuzzling back.
“Yes?” he purred.
“I noticed we have some time before I get summoned…”
“What do you have in mind, Shepard?”
“Well,” biting her
lip, Shepard quickly turned her body around to face him. As she was repositioning
herself, she strategically put her right knee against the inner of his legs.
Her body straddled his, grinding her thigh against his. She swayed her hips
across his leg and mimicked the actions stirring in her active mind. The look
of a predator flared in her eyes. Reblicah required someone who was as strong
as she and equally as playful to satiate her desires. Luckily, the officer
below her fulfilled both requirements.
“Does this answer your question, Vakarian?”
“Indeed it does.”
“And?” Her fingers kneaded against his softer areas, like a
cat showing affection. Every location she touched tingled with anticipation.
Enthralled with the lithely movements her body made to arouse him, Garrus
growled in approval. The aura surrounding his companion invoked his primitive
impulse. His instincts craving every bit of her… to taste her… to be inside
her… Enticing every single one of his senses, the burning desire consumed him.
“I like the way you think,” as he dug his talons into her
side, provoking a whimper to escape.
“Good.”
In one swift move,
Shepard pushed Garrus down. Pinning him against the sheets with such force, he
barely had time to react before her body mounted his. Hunched over her
incapacitated turian, Reby traced the plating on his chest with her fingertips.
She studied his reactions to each sensitive area she discovered.
She leaned forward,
using her knee to spread his legs a little further. Her hand slithered its way
down his torso, only to be interrupted by the clasp of his pants. She selfishly
tugged them away, determined to remove her obstacle.
“You, dear sir, wear too much,” she pouted.
“I could say the same about you. I’m surprised you don’t
sleep completely nude.”
“I would… but if we get attacked, my enemies would receive
quite a nice view while I kill them.”
“But it can serve as a great distraction.”
“Wonderful. Let me try that the next time I am on the
battlefield.”
“Promise?”
“You’ll just have to wait and see won’t you.”
“That’s okay. I’ll take what I can now.”
Garrus pushed his
hands up underneath her top, baring her luscious stomach. The curve of her
midriff gradually being revealed the more he continued. Navigating his way up
her torso, he slid her top to rest above her supple breasts. He took her soft
mounds into his hands and wrapped his claws around her nipples. As he gently pinched
her areolas, Shepard quivered. Throwing her head back in approval, the sound of
a faint moan escaped.
Tempted by the noise his mate displayed, the
Gunnery Chief pulled himself up to bring their chests parallel. Her welcoming
body greeted his, pushing up tightly against his plate. The tips of his claws
followed the length of her arm, from wrist to shoulder, causing a trail of
horripilation in their wake. His hand navigated its way around her neck to the
base of her hairline. Entangling his claws in her hair, wrapping strands around
his fingers. When he got a good grip, he gently tugged her head aside and
buried his face into her neck.
The sweet scent of
her skin was tantalizing. Garrus couldn’t resist tasting the Commander’s flesh.
His tongue lightly flickered against her collar. Grazing his lips up to her ear
he gently nibbled the lobe. With another cry of pleasure, Reby removed her
black tank top. Her nude bust pressed up snugly against Garrus. Directing his
hands down her bare skin and cupping them at the base of her bottom, he
continued to arouse the Commander with his tongue.
After tightening his
grip on her thighs, Garrus shifted their bodies toward the pillows. He crawled
on top of her, his knees elevating his body above hers. He lowered his head
down to the valley of her neck and purred at her delicate skin. The noise he
bellowed becoming louder the more he tugged at her black boy shorts, demanding
their removal. Sliding the fabric down to reveal the sensitive opening between
her long legs, the warmth coming from the slot anxiously waited for his arrival.
Upon tossing the panties aside, he centered his attention on massaging the tip
of Shepard’s nub. Watching as the whites of her eyes roll into her sockets, her
hands desperately clasped at the sheets the more he rubbed his talon against
her, Reblicah’s moans growing heavier with each stroke.
Suddenly, the sound
of metal cans falling startled the couple. All the paint cans on the bedside
table where toppling over, being knocked down by Shepard’s flailing arm. The paint
left a mess in their wake. All the colors smeared across the table, dripped
down the canvas, and created a puddle on the floor. Immediately everything the
two were doing came to an abrupt stop.
“Look what you did!” Garrus scorned.
“What I did?”
“What do you call that?”
She paused to stare at the colorful path of destruction, and
then chuckled, “Art?”
“You’re making a mess.”
“No I’m not.”
“Yes you are.”
She placed her index finger into the pool of orange paint
and dabbed the paint on his nose. Snarling, “Now I am.”
“You’re asking for it,” he growled.
“Promise?” The mischievous curl in her lips said it all.
This was war.
“You get under my skin in all the right ways.”
A twitch in her
eyebrow confirmed the minx’s playful nature. Reby placed her right hand into
the red paint and placed it to his chest, perfectly putting it where his heart
would be. Garrus emulated her actions and dipped his talons into the blue can.
Swiping the paint across her chest and leaving a print on her breast. It wasn’t
long before they were covered in all the various pigments.
Through the panting
and giggling, the two stopped to view their collateral damage. They couldn’t
resist laughing at the mess they created. The creation from their battle
defined a new term for “colorful.” Their bodies were covered in various colors,
barely leaving a spot nude. Whatever ended on their skin, found their way to
her sheets. What was once white is now covered in every color under the
rainbow. Blended and smeared together to create all the different shades and
hues.
Once their chuckles
died down, their eyes met. Darting over the figure before them and memorizing
each other’s new markings, the Commander squirmed beneath her Gunnery Chief. Suggestively
insisting they were far from finished, Reblicah swiftly forced her lips to his with
such intensity that Garrus could hardly contain his balance. Every kiss
displayed the sheer passion and urgency burning within. Her hands eagerly ran
down his chest, anticipating the groan she’ll hear the moment her fingers
reached his erect member. Encircling it with her palm, she stroked him gently.
Each caress made his stiffness increase. Being rewarded with a soft growl, she repeatedly
pleasured and teased his member with her fingers.
Aching to return the
favor, Garrus’s piercing blue eyes were ablaze with desire. His talons traced
the valley between her legs. Pushing her thighs aside and preparing for his
access, he took hold and guided his erection delicately into Reby’s opening. The
tension of the fingers burying into his arm subliminally determined the depth
of his entrance. Her teeth clenched from the intensity piercing into her,
demanding a brief moment to adjust. With a small nod, she signaled his
continuation and he pushed further.
His erection swelled
inside of her clenching walls with each thrust. Her wet lips clutched around
him, lubricating his every motion. Their bodies were in sync, moving together
with every push. Her legs wrapped around him, suggesting his penetration go deeper.
With each heave he embedded himself more and more into her, feeling the
vibrations from her legs urging every thrust, each bit of momentum advancing
their climax to its apex.
The heavy moans escaping
from her lips were gradually becoming louder. Her muscles contracted on his
hardness, the pressure building within her with increasing hunger. Digging her
fingertips into the sheets, she buried her head deeper into the pillow as her
body quivered from the overwhelming pleasure. Electric shocks passed through
every nerve-ending when she hit her orgasmic peak.
With one last thrust
of passion, Garrus erupted into her. Shuddering as the groans bellowed from his chest. His mandibles fluctuated with every breath. After gently pulling himself
out, he collapsed on the bed. Lying snugly behind his companion, he wrapped his
arms around her chest and squeezed her close.
“We’re getting
better at this,” he commented. He noticed she didn’t have any chaffing or
scratch marks from their sexual encounter. They progressed so much from their
first night together, teaching each other their species intercourse and mending
it to fit into a performance both would enjoy. The mutual ground they formed
further indicated the depth of their relationship.
“Yes we are,” she smiled back.
Shepard noticed the
canvas that still rested against her night table. No longer bare, it showed the
colors of their encounter. The left side was covered in orange paint while the
other side had yellow and some traces of green. She picked it up and chuckled,
“See. It just needed our creative ‘touch.’ Although, it feels like it’s missing
something.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know yet,” she pondered, trying to figure out the
final piece to complete their artwork.
As preoccupied his
partner was, it didn’t stop Garrus from enjoying their remaining moments together.
Nuzzling against her cheek, he took in the aroma of their sex and the lingering
scent of the paint. Reby acknowledged the affection by sharing a few kisses on
his mandible. Then she would return to being deep in thought, blankly staring
at the canvas. He knew it was the opportune time to mention his recent concern.
“Reby,” Garrus
paused, “I was thinking, it’s not fair that I got to mark you and you cannot
mark me in return. Maybe I could wear a ring, that’s what humans do right?”
“But Garrus… I already marked you.”
“How?” he asked confused.
“I’m surprised you didn’t notice.”
“Enlighten me then.”
“See my handprint?”
“Which one? I have many of them,” gesturing at the prints
all over his torso, “So you’ll have to be more specific.”
“There is only one in my favorite color.”
Garrus remembered the single red handprint strategically
located directly over his heart. He put his hand over it, honored by her gift. “Thank
you.”
“With that mark, you belong to me,” she smiled.
“I really appreciate it but…”
“What?”
“It’s hardly permanent.”
“Then I’ll just have
to do it again and again. I don’t think you will mind,” she teased but could
see it wasn’t good enough for him. He needed something more concrete. “How
about getting it tattooed on like the pattern on your face?”
“That is definitely something I can do,” instantly glowing
from the remark. “Actually, this gives me an idea for our painting.”
Garrus leaned over
and put his hand in the red paint. He placed it in the middle of the canvas.
Seeing his action, Reby did the same and put her handprint next to his. When
they lifted them away, their prints remained.
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“Perfect,” she said
contently, “Now I can stop worrying about it.” She set the completed artwork
down on a clear area near the bed and turned to face her bondmate. Cupping his
face into her hands, she brought her forehead to join his.
“Reblicah?”
“Yes.”
“You are the best thi…”
Before Garrus could finish his sentence, the Normandy’s AI beaconed
through the intercom. “Commander.”
Shepard immediately let out a long sigh. She rolled her eyes
and responded, “Yes EDI.”
“Dr Solus is requesting your presence in the laboratory at
your earliest convenience.”
“Thank you EDI, I will be on my way.”
“You don’t have to go yet.”
“I wish I could stay but alas I have been summoned. I’m sure
everyone wants me to confirm their duties before we arrive at the Citadel,” she
sat up and smirked, “This will be an interesting walk to the laboratory. I know
Kelly is going to notice immediately.”
“She’s really good at picking things up. So why don’t we
throw ourselves to the wolves and see if they will accept us?”
“You worry too much,” she got up and began looking through
the piles of clothing for her uniform.
“First you need a shower.”
“What? I can’t go around the Normandy looking like this?” gesturing at
her painted skin.
“I would prefer you didn’t.”
“Well you’re no fun,” she pouted.
“You shouldn’t be complaining! You have all your clothes
here. I have to get to the main battery with paint all over my pants.”
She chuckled, “You could always borrow my clothes.”
“I think I’ll survive. Actually Shepard, I have an idea.”
“Oh please, do tell.”
“What if I joined you in the shower?”
“I like the way you think.”
