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Thread: After The Collectors: Defiant-Anjeru and Raiden The Ripper

Padding? She can't help but chuckle at that, never having heard her breasts referred to in such a way, though she supposed that's what they could be. Her lips part as she moans breathlessly, his Turian tongue strange yet entirely arousing as its rough surface rasps across her sensitive nipple. It pebbles, hardening beneath his tongue, tightening, making her shudder deliciously. Before she'd become such good friends with Garrus, she never would have imagined herself with an alien - hell, she had almost hooked up with Alenko. When Garrus had been transferred off the Normandy and back to C-Sec, she'd realized how desperately she'd missed having him around. Finding him on Omega had seemed like a coincidental miracle and all those feelings had come rushing back, more so when she had rushed him to the Normandy SR-2 after the gunship had shot him down. Nearly losing him had put into perspective that it didn't matter to her that he was alien - it was Garrus she was attracted to. He could be anything, any race, and she'd still feel this way. Garrus was Garrus. Every touch feels so good and she realizes she has been holding it in for far too long their flirting had been innocent enough, but it had been the foot in the door they'd needed to see what they meant to each other. She watches as he bares himself to her and she is strangely fascinated, never having seen a naked Turian she can see he's embarrassed, but she isn't put off at all. He was strangely beautiful...though she wouldn't tell him that. Men, she was sure it didn't matter what species they were, didn't like being...beautiful. It was a bit strange, she had to admit, to see that his cock had come forth from a slit in his plates and was blue. Blue. Very different from what she was used to, but she was intrigued. And it was Garrus. Her fingers pluck open the closures of her fatigues, letting them hook in the waistband to shimmy them down off her buttocks and down her long, pale, muscled legs. Next came the boy shorts of black spandex, leaving her bare before him, a faint thatch of short auburn hairs between her legs. Now, she is the one embarrassed she is so white and fleshy next to his blue-silver, plated body. I don't think I'd mind if you tore my pants, she chuckled as she pressed her lips to his mandible, kissing the scars as her hands trailed over his shoulders, over his carapace, down his plated chest. I'm so...soft, compared to you. I can see why so many species call me squishy now. She blushed faintly. Did...did Mordin give you the epi-tabs? He warned me about possible allergic reactions. It was such a strange thing to have to bring up, but necessary.
Thread: After The Collectors: Defiant-Anjeru and Raiden The Ripper

You're so very soft, Shepard. he rumbles quietly, tongue flickering over the oddly firm nipple once more, before allowing her to pull back. His deep-set, dark eyes observe her as she undresses, mandibles flickering slightly as he watches her. Well... she's not screaming and running away at the sight of him, thus far, and he's, well, his worst fear is behind him, that, when they'd tried this, that he wouldn't... react, to her, at all. That the soft, alien nature of her would just end up repulsing him in person. But so very wonderful. he breathes out, taloned hands coming up, caressing her face. His right forefinger is very clearly blunted, edges and point filed down to smooth, rounded edges. He seems a little confused by the presence of her undergarments, and then by the, Spirits, is that fur? He looks faintly amused, looking over her body, before blinking and meeting her eyes. A low, happy chuckle leaves him, and he nips her neck gently after she kisses him. Nothing wrong with being cautious, Shepard. he teases, flanged voice making his lip-plates vibrate against her neck. Squishy... I suppose. Turian women aren't... well, curved, like you are. And, in all fairness... You do have a very, very pleasant waist. he murmurs. He nods, and pulls back as she speaks, leaning down and retrieving the bag. He sets the epi-tab on her leg lightly, thumb lightly tracing over her thigh, and then pops his own out of the packaging, taking it quickly before he dips his head back down, fishing in the bag. Something clinks quietly within it, and the turian flushes blue through his fringe, before picking up the bottle of wine, and setting it on the bedside table. For later, if we end up needing it... Well, if you do. There's plenty of capfricus brandy in the observation lounge.
Thread: After The Collectors: Defiant-Anjeru and Raiden The Ripper

Shepard picks up the epi-tab and takes it quickly, her heart thrumming a nervous rhythm in her chest. He seemed amused, curious, and intrigued by her foreign body and she let out a soft breathe she hadn't been aware she'd been holding was it strange that she worried her human body would be repulsive to her Turian friend, maybe. It was something Shepard never worried about before now, her appeal to the other species inhabiting the massive galaxy. Before Garrus, she never would have imagined herself doing something so intimate with a Turian. She can't help but be...filled with pride, that he seemed to find her appealing. And here I was worried you'd run scared once you saw me in all my naked glory, she chuckled. A slight shiver followed each of his caresses and she sighed, almost contentedly. Even with the adrenaline still pumping through her veins after having blown the Collector Base to hell and back. You're so thoughtful, she teased as he put the wine on the bed side night stand. Her hands stroked over his mandibles, before caressing the edges of his fringe which she knew was a sensitive spot on a Turianthanks to her brief visit with Liara - the Asari really surprised her at times. It isn't over, Garrus - the Reapers are still coming we don't know when, but I plan to enjoy every moment I have with you. I think we've earned that much. Her hands stroked down his neck, her lips following suit. His chest was hard, all plates, but he had the most beautiful coloring - a silver blue that was entrancing. He was so hard and she so soft, but in a strange way it was almost perfect. Even on the original SR-1 Normandy, she had been irreversibly drawn to him and now was no different to see that his body wanted her, as hers did his, was almost an intoxicating high.
Thread: After The Collectors: Defiant-Anjeru and Raiden The Ripper

Garrus hesitantly leans down once more, lip-plates brushnig against her lips, and smiles softly. Would never run, Shepard. Even if I weren't... impressed- he begins, and cuts off the moment woman's hands touch the base of his fringe, a sound like a deep purr coming from him, talons tracing patterns down her back. Mmf. Two minutes... that might be a record, all things told. We managed two minutes without thinking about work. he murmurs, smiling affectionately at her, mandibles fluttering lightly as he leans down, nipping her neck again, ever so lightly, before letting her explore. But... we've earned this, and more. You're completely right. he says quietly, hands lightly rising and caressing the soft skin of her waist. So foreign, so soft... but perfect, in her way. Who gives a damn about species, anyway? he breathes out against her hair, lightly pressing his face there, before leaning back, letting her explore the plating. Lighter over his stomach, than his back, and not at all proof against weapons, but hard enough that, say, a cat would never do more than catch on the edge of a plate. The plates thin, becoming sparser, with greater patches of roughly-textured bluish skin between, as they near his groin, until vanishing almost completely, just a few small plates around the slit that usually conceals him. A small pair of lines trails down from that slit, in a reversed Y, radiating almost as much heat as his manhood itself, already slick with his own, natural lubricant. I'm glad to see you've never been with a turian before... it does take some of the pressure off.
Thread: After The Collectors: Defiant-Anjeru and Raiden The Ripper

His last line made her chuckle, her hands softly exploring the softer textures of his Turian waist. Never been with anyone other than a human before, to be perfectly honest. I've never been particularly attracted to another species before...but there is just something about you, Garrus. I don't want anyone else - Turian, human, or otherwise. And if I am doing this... She blushed slightly, a thing very un-Shepard of her, but she couldn't help but feel embarrassed, a touch shy beneath his blue gaze. I am glad it's with you. It's an honest admission, feeling so utterly...alien, with their naked bodies exposed to each other. She bit her lip, almost uncertain of where to begin and what to do did Turians like the same things as human men did? Mordin warned her against ingesting...well, the Turian anatomy, at least without a antihistamine shot, which was conveniently in the drawer of the nightstand. One for him, and one for her, given to her by the overly invested Salarian, not that she could fault him in this moment. His advice was proving to be of great use, honestly. She felt like a fish out of water. Her hands slid around his waist, sliding down to grasp gently at his hued erection. Fingers gently wrapped around it, and stroked, almost experimentally, to see if he enjoyed it. The last thing she wanted to do was do something he didn't like. As she stroked him she leaned her face to his, lips caressing his plates, before slipping her tongue into his mouth to stroke over and caress his rougher one sure, he didn't have lips, but she could teach him how to kiss passionately without them. A kiss was about the lips, it was about the passion, the feelings, and expressing them. Usually, she was so sure of herself, but at least she could feel slightly relieved that she was as foreign to him as he was to her.
Thread: After The Collectors: Defiant-Anjeru and Raiden The Ripper

The male shudders as her hands move gently over his waist, and his hand rises, caressing her hair. And... trust me, Shepard. I... no-one's a match for you. he says quietly, cupping her face, as she looks at him. Her hands curling around him make him purr once more. Ahh... spirits... he breathes, eyes closing... only to be surprised as she kisses him, carefully returning it. His rough tongue carefully moves against hers, and then slips into her mouth, exploring carefully. Nothing like a turian... he murmurs, when he has to draw back for breath, and licks his lip-plates. His head dips, eyes half-focused with the pleasure she gives him, those soft hands caressing his flesh, and his teeth scrape against her neck before he bites her, putting in just a bit of pressure, enough to scrape her, but not painfully. That, Shepard... is what turians do. he admits, nipping her again, and then drawing his tongue over her skin. But... I think I could grow to enjoy this... kissing. he teases, wanting to reassure her. His lips press carefully against hers, and his tongue moves first, this time, brushing over hers, and exploring her, giving back every bit of passion he can.
Thread: After The Collectors: Defiant-Anjeru and Raiden The Ripper

She gasps as he bites down, gently enough, on her neck with his teeth, a shudder following with a half moan. Humans bite too, you know...but I find I like Turian bites better, she teases just before they begin kissing again. Her hands continue to stroke at him, enjoying the way he responded to her touch. Her own arousal was building and she pulled back to the kiss to move her lips across his mandible, gently drawing feathering kisses along the scars there, a reminder of how close she'd come to losing him, as sure as hers' were the same to him - in reality, he had lost her, for two whole years, and by some marvel of medical science, she was laying here with him, alive and enflamed with desire for him. She didn't want to waste their second chance, not when she had been a fool not to go for it in the first place due to uncertaintyover a number of things. You can touch me, Garrus...if you want. She chuckles slightly. Just be mindful that humans don't have talons - though I can tell you blunted them down some... Was she blushing again? Damnit.
Thread: After The Collectors: Defiant-Anjeru and Raiden The Ripper

The Turian shivers when her lips move back upon his, hands snaking down to support her rear, holding her carefully. Good to know you prefer me. he says, nipping the nape of her neck once more, eyes closing in pleasure. Blunted them a lot, actually. Took a few hours to get everything safe for my soft little human... he teases, before one lightly passes over her folds, smooth and blunt, the tip hesitantly tracing its way to her clit, drawing slow, teasing circles around it, and then lightly rubbing the lower side against her, lightly pressing it inside her, a rough breath leaving the Turian. Should have stayed with you... he breathes, talon slipping inside her, slowly testing her. Shepard... he breathes out, feeling pleasure build. How much did you really watch of those vids? he asks, free hand rising and cupping her face as his eyes open.
Thread: After The Collectors: Defiant-Anjeru and Raiden The Ripper

Shepard bites her lip slightly as he traces a talon over her slick folds, hips jerking a bit into him as it explores teasingly around her clit. A shudder wracks her form and she moans as the talon continues an exploring path around her entrance, her head falling back as her lashes flutter from pleasure. A shaky breath leaves her as his talon slides within her, testing her hot core, already slick and tight around it as he explores her. For not knowing much about her anatomy, he is doing a good job of keeping her on her toes with pleasure, so to speak. She keeps her own fingers on him, stroking over him and exploring as he explored her. His question catches her off guard a bit and she lifts her head, leaning her cheek into his hand as it cups her face. Her cheeks were tinted with pink, from pleasure, her eyes having taken on a slightly glazed look. She blushed again I...I mainly wanted to watch one to make sure I didn't screw this up...I didn't want to disappoint you.
Thread: After The Collectors: Defiant-Anjeru and Raiden The Ripper

The turian nips her neck yet again, grateful for the bit he does know about humans... and then lifts hie head again. You aren't going to disappoint me, Shepard. You never could. he promises, cupping the other's face in his hand gently, slowly pushing the talon deeper inside her once more. Nothing's going to disappoint me, from you. Everything here... more than I could have hoped. he murmurs, shuddering as he jerks his hips into her hand. More than anything. he repeats, and his lips find hers, tongue eagerly caressing hers, tasting and exploring. His spurs, already unsheathed, seem to quiver, and he carefully takes her free hand, guiding it to the small, sensitive scales at the base of the spur. There, he says, and then moves her hand, laying it on her other. There. he adds, and then lifts it to his fringe, And here. And other places, you can touch. But you can stick around and find out about those on your own. he teases, gently nipping her neck once more, as his talon slowly pumps in and out of her wet, warm womanhood. Don't know if I'll fit. he mutters quietly, sounding nervous.
Thread: After The Collectors: Defiant-Anjeru and Raiden The Ripper

Shepard's hands move where he places them, making mental notes of each place he shows her as a sensitive spot for future use. It was a little hard to concentrate with his talon pumping into her center she shivered, soft moans coming from her lips as her head fell back a bit into the kiss, her tongue caressing and returning the strokes of his. Her head spun pleasantly, nearly euphoric, and it was almost as intoxicating just knowing it was Garrus doing this to her. She'd contemplated it for so long, for it to be happening now - vaguely she worried it was a frustration induced fantasy or dream, some reprieve after finally defeating the Collectors and telling off poor old Timmy. I know it seems small... she bites her lip with a blush. but it will work...it, ah, a soft moan again, stretches to accommodate the...intrusion... She chuckles a bit embarrassingly here, kissing him again, letting their tongues slide and tease each other. She pulls his hand away from her center and pushes him gently to lay on his back, giving him an appraising once over, as if to figure out the plan of action. Your plates could, ah, chafe my chest...so let's try it this way...if you don't mind my being on top, she grins somewhat teasingly, caressing his fringe with her fingers.
Thread: After The Collectors: Defiant-Anjeru and Raiden The Ripper

He shudders at the sounds she gives him, biting her again after ending the kiss. Delicious... little woman... he breathes against her skin. So odd to see you turn red. he admits quietly, and returns her kiss, tongue curling with hers, exploring her, loving her body's pleasant little weight on his upper legs. His hand, removed from her core, lies on her leg gently, stroking the soft skin. Believe me, Shepard. With the... oddness of this day? You being on top isn't going to bother me. he promises, lightly rubbing her leg once more, and then, carefully, pulling her down to kiss her. Shepard... he murmurs, quietly, scarred mandible lightly rasping against her cheek, before he draws back, smiling faintly. You... sure you're ready? We can hold off on this, if you're not.
Thread: After The Collectors: Defiant-Anjeru and Raiden The Ripper

She can't help but chuckle a little. I think if we made it through the Omega-4 relay alive, destroyed the Collectors, I can handle making love to a Turian. She kisses the scars gently on his mandible, lingering faintly over each, before kissing his lip-plates gently before leaning back up. A gentle smile crosses her lips as she cups his face in her hands. It's a miracle we're both here, to be honest, Garrus. Hell, I already died once. I'm not about to let it happen again without having this - without having you. My biggest regret went the Normandy went down was never telling you how much I needed you around. Now... she leaned down and kissed him soundly again, this time deeply, tongues and all. One of her hands slid down between them to grasp his hot length in her hand, helping angle it just right as she settled her hips over his. She trembled a bit nervously as she pressed him against her, but, she steeled herself and let him slide within her in one fluid motion as she settled on him, her head fell back, a loud moan all she could say as her back arched with pleasure. She was hot and tight around him, like a slick velvet encasing, and she vaguely wondered if she felt anywhere near as good to him as he felt to her.
Thread: After The Collectors: Defiant-Anjeru and Raiden The Ripper

The Turian laughs softly, and lays a hand lightly over hers. Nothing's going to kill you again, Shepard. Death's already been made your bitch. he says calmly, kissing her lightly once more. He returns her passion, tongue moving eagerly, hungrily with hers, and shudders, crest flaring somewhat as she grips him. A growl leaves the Turian as she sinks down on him, and he closes his eyes, leaning in and biting her neck, tongue teasing the skin. Tight... he breathes out, leaning in again and biting her hard, slowly grinding his hips against her. You're... god, you're wonderful...
Thread: After The Collectors: Defiant-Anjeru and Raiden The Ripper

She mmm'd softly as he bit at her neck, her body shuddering against his as they remained joined together, still and as one. She bit her lip at his words, feeling suddenly empowered, like she could be the most desirable being in the universe to him it was a strange, but almost satisfying feeling. She gasped loud as he bit hard, the pain only momentary as he ground his hips against hers, driving him deeper in her warmth. Ah...same could be said about you, she teased as she gripped his shoulders, using the hold to lift her hips enough to drop them back against his, pulling him nearly free of her before sliding back down. She started a slow and steady pace, moving her hips against him almost liquidly, soft noises of pleasure wafting from her lips with each roll of her hips.
Thread: After The Collectors: Defiant-Anjeru and Raiden The Ripper

The male growls quietly as she moves the first time, feeling her hands grip him, using him as leverage... He raises his hands, and moves hers to his cowl. More bone. Hold here. he says quietly, before resting his hands back on her hips. Oh, r-really? he asks, voice breathly, barely contained. I'm glad you're not turian, Shepard... he breathes, leaning up, and nipping her neck again with a grin. You're better than any turian woman I could want. he breathes into her ear, before nipping her one, last time, and then kissing her, muffling his own low, rolling sounds of pleasure, and hers, between them. His hands grip her hips a bit more tightly, and he slowly bbegins pushing back against her, keeping pace, alternating moves, and making sure that the slight ridges at his base rub against her clit, and against her walls, wanting to bring her as much pleasure as he can.
Thread: After The Collectors: Defiant-Anjeru and Raiden The Ripper

She holds her hands where he placed them on his cowl, his words warming her pleasantly. She chuckles a bit as she kisses him back, their tongues rubbing and stroking along each others. And you're better than any other human man I'd want, she gasped out as he gripped her hips, rubbing and rolling his hips back against hers. There were slight ridges at the base of him, rubbing against her clit each time their hips came together, making her moans slightly louder each time. Her back arched with pleasure as she rode him, the pace picking up as the passion and pleasure increased, heading toward the crescendo. This was going well, hell, way better than well, and she could definitely regret not having tracked him down in the hours before they hit the Omega-4 relay but perhaps their desperation at seeing each other alive made this encounter so much more potent. Ah, gods, you feel so good, Garrus.
Thread: After The Collectors: Defiant-Anjeru and Raiden The Ripper

Well, to be fair, Shepard... I am Turian. he teases, nipping her again, and then kissing her again, one hand rising, cupping her face as he does, tongue exploring, teasing within her mouth. His own moans become more ragged, louder, and his teeth graze her neck again, a rough huff of need leaving him. Come for me... he gasps, biting her again, and pushing up, hard, into her, plated thighs rubbing against her legs. His hand drops from her face, and comes to cup her breast, lightly scaled palm rubbing, kneading the soft flesh. He's with Shepard. With his commander, with the woman who died on him, who saved him countless times... the human who occupied his every waking thought for almost three years. Spirits, Shepard... you're the one wrapped around me, remember? he teases, eyes clearly fogged with pleasure.
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