The Renegade Adored

Garrus: "Can I go forward when my heart is here?" (Shakespeare)

Garrus looked around. "These rooms are really nice."
"Aren't they? Executive temporary housing is the best! Daily maid service, free food - I wonder if they will import Turian food for you - and best of all, full security." Hayden grinned. "Hey, come here and see if you can scratch this wall." She pulled off her armor and tossed it to the floor.
"What?" Garrus walked over to where Hayden was standing, trying to ignore the scent of her nearly naked body. He pulled off his gauntlets, and tested the wall, gouging out chunks of drywall under his claws. "Oops."
"Sweet!" Hayden put her arms around his neck and hopped up to his waist, wrapping her legs around him. "Time to do our corporate duty!"
"What?" He could feel her warmth against him, and accidentally ripped into the wall again. "I'm not arguing with your suggestion, but what are you talking about?"
Hayden giggled. "Remember what I said about keeping people employed and off the streets? It's our duty, in return for our executive-class housing, to give someone else a job by making a mess and causing some claimable property damage." She kissed his neck, and ground her hips against him. "Also, it's been almost a whole day."
Garrus chuckled. "You know, you're right," he murmured as he carefully worked off her underwear, and helped her pull off his armor. "So, you want to do damage to these walls, is that it?"
"Yes, but it has to be the right kind of damage so the insurance will pay for repairs. Like, you can't just throw a lamp against a wall. There has to be a good reason." Naked, wet, and hungry she wrapped herself around him, slowly working his stiff, erect penis inside her, ridge by ridge.
"So... damaging the walls while having sex is okay?" Garrus tried to hold himself still, let her control the pacing but his animal instincts took over, and with a growl he shifted one hand down to support her, guide her.
"Well, in proper corporate speak, yes. When we fill out the form, it has to be described right. Damage occurred in the course of unusually passionate intimate relations. Something like that." He braced her against the wall, thrust harder and deeper inside Hayden, who responded by digging her nails into his skin, burying her face in his shoulder with passionate moans.
Garrus shifted his hands to a different, less damaged portion of the wall, balancing himself as she rocked back and forth on him. "I see. And when I end up knocking over that lamp while carrying you to the bed?"
"Ah... regrettable... post-coital … lack of … coordination," she whimpered between thrusts.
"And the alien bloodstains you're going to get all over the sheets because you can't keep your little claws in one place?"
Hayden giggled. "I'm going to claim that's traditional for my domestic partner's culture."
Garrus snarled something unflattering, and Hayden laughed, then gasped at his next thrust, aimed just right. Garrus pulled away from the wall, and carried her to the bed, knocking over the lamp as he did so. Hayden laughed happily, and settled herself on the bed underneath him, moving her legs so that he could thrust freely into her. She braced herself on his shoulders, met his thrusts, and finally came, screaming as he pounded into her.
Hayden sank back onto the bed with a happy sigh, and Garrus lay down next to her, panting and sated. She moved a pillow so that she could lay comfortably on him, and they fell asleep, holding each other.
Hayden woke first, and took a shower and her medications so that she could face the day. She dressed quickly, in civilian clothes, and then sat watching Garrus sleep for a few minutes. He finally stirred, and grinned at her.
"Good morning."
"So," said Hayden brightly, "did you want to come with me to work today, or stay here?"
Garrus stretched out on the bed, and yawned before answering. "What would I do here all day?"
"Well, you could watch TV, and scare the domestic housecleaning staff. Polish your weapons. I dunno," she shrugged.
"And what would I do with you at work?"
"Well, you'd get to experience the fun and excitement of being a temp for the Records department! And you can watch me while I clear out my backlog of two years."
"I think I'll go for the fun and excitement."
"Okay," Hayden disappeared into the bathroom.
"Which answer did you want me to pick?" Garrus asked. He couldn't see her face, and had no idea.
"Whatever you want to do." Her voice was slightly flat, unreadable.
Frustrated, Garrus got up and walked over to the bathroom so he could see her. "Hayden," he started, but she pounced on him, and tackled him to the floor.
"Snuggle attack!" She pinned his arms to the floor, and nuzzled his neck before he could protest. "Snuggly Turians. Get yours today!"
"Ow."
"Oh, don't be such a whiner. You didn't take any damage, you landed on the carpet." She kissed his cheek. "I want you to come with me. There. Are you happy now?"
"Yes, but why didn't you just say so?"
She kissed his face instead of answering, and stood up. "Go take a shower and get dressed! I'll see what the dining service has to offer."
Hayden pulled up the service screen, and started reading. Garrus watched her curiously for a moment, but she didn't turn around. Instead of retreating into the shower, he walked up and gently put his arms around her waist, in a careful hug. Hayden stiffened for a moment, then gave up and relaxed into his arms.
"I'm sorry, I'm nervous. We can talk about it later. Look, they really did get Turian food for you. Go shower, I'll order breakfast." She kissed his shoulder, then turned and pushed him, unprotesting, into the bathroom. Her face quiet and still, Hayden turned back to the service screen and ordered breakfast and dinner, and arranged for transportation to work.