Cat and Mouse

 

Chapter 2: Off-Duty

 

When they reached the Normandy’s elevator, Shepard selected the deck for her cabin. Garrus reached for the console, but the Commander swatted his hand away.

“You’re off duty,” she reminded him, placing her hands on her hips. “That means no more work for the night.” Shepard used her too numerous fingers to put air quotes around the word work. Garrus was too busy trying not to stare at her waist to be offended.

“So you’re kidnapping me?” he asked, looking very determinedly at her face. Shepard shrugged.

“You say kidnap. I say help.”

“I thought you had an appointment to keep,” Garrus teased nervously.

“Who says I don’t.”

The turian’s brain skidded to a halt. He glanced around nervously, suddenly aware of just how little space lay between them.

“Didn’t think humans generally wanted an audience for…that kind of thing.” Garrus tried to keep a joking tone to his voice, but it came out a bit strangled. He thanked the Spirits humans had trouble reading turians’ flanging voices.

For a moment Shepard didn’t respond. She just looked at him as if she were trying to make up her mind about something. Finally, she took the half step needed to close the distance between their bodies.

“They don’t,” she conceded, “but I’m a bad human.”

The doors opened and realization dawned.

“This was a setup,” Garrus stated blankly. Shepard smirked.

“I can see why C-Sec didn’t want to let you go.” She stepped out of the elevator and motioned toward her cabin with a tilt of her head. “You coming or not?”

Garrus scrambled out behind her.

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Despite the rather insistent strain against his lower plates, Garrus was beginning to think that this wasn’t such a great idea. As Shepard had pointed out in the bar, he knew nothing about human anatomy. She had a hole in her abdomen and bumps on her chest. Who knew what other strange alien body parts hid under her clothes? What if they weren’t compatible? What if he was too weird for her?

Shepard placed a hand against the scarred side of his face.

“Don’t worry,” she whispered. “I’ll give you a tutorial.” As she took his hand and lead him toward the bed, Garrus found himself wondering if she could read minds.

She pushed him into a sitting position on the mattress’ edge and Garrus nervously complied—scooting forward a bit so his spurs wouldn’t knock against the bedframe. Shepard interlocked their fingers as best she could and brought both sets of hands to her mouth.

“First thing you should know,” she said, running her lips over the soft pads of his talons. “Humans use their mouths for everything.”

She leaned in so that their foreheads were touching. It was a turian gesture—something that Garrus easily recognized as a sign of affection. Her next move seemed to be in the same vein, but he wasn’t entirely sure. Shepard ran her soft, human mouth along the curves of his faceplate—over the slight bridge of his nose, across his hollow cheeks, down the sharp lines of his good mandible. Garrus had seen things like this in the occasional romance vid, but he had never expected it to feel so good.

Shepard worked her way down the side of his neck steadying herself with both hands against his cowl. The plateless skin there was sensitive and as Shepard’s tongue darted across it, Garrus gave up the fight against his straining lower plates. He bit back a groan as his cock slipped from its sheath. Encouraged by the sound Shepard shifted into his lap. The new position allowed her better access to the spot near his shoulder she was so mercilessly teasing. The position also drew attention to Garrus’ heightened arousal.

“Enjoying yourself yet?” she murmured in to his neck. Shepard rocked experimentally against his erection and laughed when his only response was a flanging moan. “It certainly sounds like your enjoying yourself.”

She ground against him again—drawing another desperate sound.

“Goddamn Vakarian,” she whispered, leaning into the space where an ear would be if he weren’t turian. “You have no idea how hot your voice gets me.”

Garrus made a mental note.

“Sometimes I think I could cum just listening to you.”

Garrus underlined the mental note.