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Purring floods your hazy senses.
At least that’s what it sounds like.
Garrus would make this lovely little trilling purr while he slept when he was having a good dream. Usually it would involve the two of you back on the rooftops of the Citadel, trying to one up each other in a shooting contest. Whenever he had a good dream, you were in it.
An amused noise leaves your nose as you breathe out.
It wasn’t the first time Garrus’ calm purring woke you up, and usually it would lull you right back to sleep. Yet it was fairly late in the morning for the current cycle, so you couldn’t really force yourself to fall back asleep, despite how comforting it was to lay in bed with your lovely Turian husband. Well, the two of you weren’t married yet, deciding to tie the knot when the galaxy finally could rebuild itself to working order without crying for Shepard to help. Yet you two treat each other like spouses anyway, so was there any real need to get formally married?
The Turian beside you twitches in his sleep, curling around your form and drawing you away from your thoughts. A smile graces your lips, turning your sleep heavy form towards him and bringing a hand out to his fringe, gently running your fingertips along his sweptback crest. Garrus unconsciously nuzzles into your hand, purrs growing stronger before he wakes himself up.
“Wha…?” He chirps, blue eyes darting around confused and slightly alert before they land on you, and he remembers where he was. Shepard’s cabin on the Normandy docked on Earth. The Reapers were a long gone threat, so was Cerberus, and the galaxy was rebuilding itself. Yeah, he was safe in his nest with his mate. His mandibles twitch as he melts back into the bed, watching you with a lazy smile. “Good morning dear.” Garrus trills softly, sub vocals low and deep, happy to wake up next to his mate as he presses his crest to your forehead.
“Morning Garrus,” You muse, a lazy smile playing on your lips too. “Having a good dream there? Woke me up from how loud you were purring.”
His face flushes blue at your teasing as he pulls away, always getting embarrassed by your teasing. He wasn’t a fletchling anymore, only fletchlings purred, he reminded himself, but you made him feel safe.
No Vakarian without Shepard, he often thought.
No Shepard without Vakarian, you mused on plenty.
It was your agreement to each other. You complimented each other, completed each other. You were his mate, and he yours. Ever since the beginning, you two wouldn’t have made it this far without each other.
After stretching, he brought a taloned hand to your face, cupping it, being mindful to not dig his talons into you. Even though they were filed down to not injure you, as any proper mate should do in Turian society, he didn’t want to harm you in any way that you didn’t want. Your lazy smile grew wider at his touch, pressing your face into his welcoming hand as you stared back into his eyes.
“Spirits… you’re always so breathtaking.” He mumbles softly, sub vocals purring happily. You felt your face flush slightly at his compliment, heating up as your eyes darted away nervously. You weren’t used to people physically complimenting you still. THE Commander Shepard, savior of the known galaxy, getting flushed from a simple compliment? It was embarrassing! Of course you had your fair share of being flirted with, but no one could ever make you blush with their words like Garrus did. He was just… so kind, filled with humility but knew when he could be prideful in his duty. “Hey now, why are you looking away? Not getting shy on me now are you?” The Turian muses, his mandibles flexing as he laughs, revealing a part of his sharp teeth on the left side of his face where he was injured on Omega.
You remember how nervous you were originally being around those teeth. Needlelike, sharp things that promised pain. Yet Garrus was always so sweet to you, ensuring he had your consent before biting you, and personally cleaning and dressing whatever marks were left behind by his teeth and talons if he forgot to file them that day. Now, seeing them made you smile too. Your heart swelled as you watched him, his nose plate shifting as he breathed, relaxed with you.
“What’s on the agenda today?” He asks, nuzzling his crest against your forehead once again.
An annoyed groan slips past your lips. As much as you would have loved to stay in bed all day with the Turian love of your life, you still have so much to do. So much had to be rebuilt still. Not even just buildings or cities, but whole lives. It could get really emotionally and mentally draining if you didn’t prepare yourself to hear another heart wrenching story of another person losing their spouse or family member to the Reaper invasion. So many people you didn’t get to save. “I’ll be in and out of meetings with Liara, Hackett, and the Council all day. Every time we think things are back up and running it all goes back downhill again.”
The Turian nods in understanding, gently nuzzling his face against your own and your neck as you explain what you had on your plate that day. Garrus once explained it’s something Turian’s do to help calm their mate, something about the pheromones of your partner. You never really understood due to the difference between human and Turian noses, but you know what the gesture meant, and that was more than enough to make you melt.
He really was perfect, wasn’t he?
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The meetings ended up going way past the time they were supposed to take, causing you to decide on crashing at your apartment on Earth that the Alliance gave you to stay at due to it being so late. Times like this you couldn’t help but silently miss the apartment Anderson gave to you. Hell you missed him too. While most of the Citadel was destroyed, there were still lots of salvageable things… Everything except that apartment of course. Because of this displacement, you had a lot of businesses and people, both human and alien, without homes, now trying to figure out how to help rebuild Earth while they were stuck here.
As you lay down, you pull up your Omni-tool, sending a message to Garrus and Joker that you wouldn’t be back on the ship tonight. You were just so exhausted, not having the energy to make the return trip to the Normandy.
As you rubbed your face with your hands, trying to de-stress yourself, your Omni-tool chirped, indicating you received a message. A quick glance showed it was Garrus.
‘That’s alright Shep. I’ll be there in 30 okay? Get comfy, I’ll bring take out.’
Your heart swells on reading that. He always knew how to help you relax and make your day better with his presence. As you waited, you took a quick shower, washing all the grime off of your body from the amount of running around you did today.
As you dried your hair after getting out, you heard the front door open and close. You relaxed at the sound. You knew it was Garrus. He was the only other person in the galaxy who had complete access to the apartment as well. But just to be sure you gently call out to him.
“Yes Shep, it’s me. Picked up some sushi from that place you destroyed. Glad London knows what to support from the Citadel…” He calls out from downstairs, amusement in his voice and sub vocals as he gets everything ready, setting stuff up for you two to eat on the couch. He wanted you to relax, after all.
You roll your eyes at the mention of that damned restaurant. Was nobody going to let that go? It wasn’t even your fault! You were getting shot at after all. Even now did it matter? The Citadel was going to be destroyed anyway so Ryuusei’s would have had to be moved anyway! “Okay, I’ll be down soon.” You reply, throwing on your N7 sweatpants and jacket.
After you padded down the steps, a smile graced your face as you made your way to your Turian, sitting beside him and curling up in your spot. Your head rests on his shoulder, noticing he wasn’t wearing his armor, instead choosing to wear his blue and gold tunic. It made you relax, knowing Garrus also opted to wear civvies when he knew he was in a safe space. If he knew he was safe, so were you.
You were safe together, after Saren, after the Collectors, Cerberus, and the Reapers. After years of constant fighting to prove the Reapers existed, after being dead for two years, and almost dying again to stop the Reapers, you two were finally safe.
According to Tali, when they recovered you from the wreckage of the Citadel, Garrus wouldn’t leave your side. Apparently they had to ask his sister to come to Earth and convince him to step away and let them do surgery on you. Whenever anyone who wasn’t the direct team tried to treat you, he would growl and try to fight them, eyes alert and sharp at every movement and thing happening to you. Part of you understood why. You loved him, and he loved you. He continued to love you, even after dying once, then believing you died again. Until they found you, he continued to love you. To learn that he had his love back, after facing it gone again, wouldn’t it make him protective? Especially since he considered you his mate? He helped you every day through your recovery, and even up until now, where you aren’t playing war heroes and galaxy savers. He still loved you. And he always would. This was heaven if you ever believed in it.
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After an hour and a half of snacking on sushi and watching a terrible Blasto rip-off, you stand up, taking your plates to the kitchen before coming back to cuddle your partner. Garrus trills happily each time your hand would brush a certain spot of his fringe or sweep behind the back of his neck where he had no plates protecting his skin. He reciprocates by nuzzling his face to your neck and pressing his crest to your forehead.
“I love you.” He says softly, breath almost bated as he opens his eyes, foreheads still pressed together as he stares at you. You smile, pulling away before pressing your lips against his mouth plates. Similar to you and his neck nuzzling, Garrus understood that humans found this pleasurable and something to share between mates. He enjoyed feeling your lips against his mouth plates, Spirits he loved everything about you. But your human lips were just so fascinating, and he adored yours.
“I love you too Garrus.” You say as you pull away, a warm smile on your face.
“Do you now? Maybe a reminder wouldn’t hurt?” He purrs, sub vocals barely audible to you as he swoops you into his arms, nuzzling your face as he takes you upstairs. You flush red, surprised by his sudden movements as he gently sets you down on your sheets, still trilling happily as he looks down at you. “Y’know… since we aren’t playing big saviors of the galaxy anymore, we need to go out again like we did before we invaded Cerberus HQ. I know you’re a bad dancer but that night was… magical.” He cooed, mandibles flexing as he crawled into bed over you. His three fingered hands roaming your form, one slipping underneath your shirt.
Your head spins at the feeling of his taloned hands caressing your still bruised skin. It's just sensitive still, and because you are still visibly injured down there, you began to feel slightly self conscious. You know Garrus loves you for more than just your body, but because you look different would he still want you the same way?
Upon seeing you squirming, Garrus stops, concern blooming on his face. “Shep? Talk to me dear, what’s wrong?” He says ever so softly, instantly putting your needs first.
And as always, it renders you speechless.
“I….Well…” You stutter, eyes darting away. Now you were a stuttering wreck, what were you, a teenager again?
And Garrus, ever the gentleman, sits patiently, waiting for you to finish.
“What if…. youdontlikemybodyanymore” You mumble the last part, looking away from him. It earns you a chuckle, and his hand is lifting your face to look into his beautiful blue eyes that always made you soften on the inside.
“I don’t think I caught that last bit Shepard, come on, I won’t be upset.” He murmurs to you, nuzzling his crest to your forehead. You feel your heart swell and head spin with emotions for the most perfect partner in the galaxy.
“It just… this is the first time we are doing anything since… well, ya know… I just look… different from what you last saw, and… I guess I’m just worried you won’t want to be with me anymore?” You confess, words stumbling out of your mouth as you word vomit your troubles to him. After a few seconds of silence, his mandibles twitch, he’s smiling again.
“Come on Shep, you know that’s just silly right? I mean, come on! The only thing that was good out of me getting these scars on Omega was that you finally were interested in me.” He teases, trilling in pride as he shows off the right side of his face, where he took a missile to the face when he still went by Archangel. Where he saw you alive for the first time after 2 years, and all of his feelings for you came flooding back. You laugh at his trills, instantly relaxing in his hold as you shake your head.
“Not true at all Garrus, liked you way before that.” You smile, watching in delight as his face softens.
“Now you’re trying to get me riled up again.” He purrs, hands returning to where they were on your clothes, watching for your permission. You nod as a grin plasters your face, watching him as he tugs your jacket off then gently pulls your shirt up, smiling as you are revealed to him. Gray-beige hide against your skin, the skin discolored from the internal and external bruising you were still recovering from. You grimaced at the sight but his contact was comforting, exploring and soothing. “Look at you… still recovering…. But I find that just as attractive. Means you fought hard… very attractive to a Turian.” He muses, bringing his mouth to trace up your stomach, mandibles brushing against your skin. “My mate.” He cooed, his long tongue slipping past his plates as he drags it up, up your skin until he hits your nipple, where he lavishes it with his warm tongue. You squirm, arching against your sheets.
“You know what that does to me.” You groan, head tilting back and hitting the sheets below you, gripping them tightly. You aren’t sure if it’s his words or his actions that made you respond that way, but nonetheless. Garrus just lets out a throaty sound. You’re unsure of what he meant but you can’t hear his sub vocals, indicating they were so low you couldn't hear them. Your heart flutters and stomach twists at the thought of what it implied. He wanted you, he wanted his mate. You, even still bruised and recovering, still set off the little ‘mate’ bell in his head. “Garrus you don’t mean that, do you?” You gasp, eyes wide as his gaze meets yours, dark and lidded. Your stomach twists again. You weren’t opposed to the idea of him in charge, there had been times before their return to Earth where Garrus just needed you as much as you needed him. Besides, he said he wanted to help you relax. Was there any real harm in letting him have the reins tonight? Usually when you do, it ends up with your brains getting fucked out, regaining your senses as Garrus finishes up his aftercare.
Yeah… you could work with this.
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His talons dig slightly into your thighs, pulling you closer to his mouth plates, angling his long tongue deeper inside you. A shrill cry leaves your lips, panting as the sounds of him eating your insides out fill your bedroom. By this point he already made you come once. His damn tongue drove you up a wall. You twist the sheets beneath you as the appendage drags against your warm walls, solid inside you. He retracts his tongue, panting heavily as he rests his head against your thigh. Those snipers and their keen eyes, always knowing how to read people.
“Mine.” He pants, licking your slick off his faceplates. His breath is ragged, gulping for air as he drinks you in. Garrus growls something that the translator can’t find a direct word for. It came through to you as both ‘hunger’ and ‘conquering’. Devourment. He wanted all of you.
“Garrus…” You pant, still gulping down air, watching him nuzzle lovingly into the skin of your thigh, wanting him to get back to it.
“Shhhh Shep, I’m trying to take my time with you.” He growled, his mouth plates shifting as he gently nipped your flesh with his sharp teeth, grinning as you yelped. “Spirits Shepard, you’re so good to me… I’m trying not to lose control so soon but…” He hissed, grip tightening on your leg and hip, bringing you closer. “It’s just so damn hard, seeing my mate cry out for me, so desperate…. Every instinct I have is to please you, fill you, fuck you.” Garrus growls at the thought, anticipating being inside you once again. “I was so broken when I thought you died again. I just… couldn’t love another after finally having you in my arms. But now that I finally have you all to myself, no Reapers, no Cerberus, no distractions…. well we need to make up for lost time, hm?” He smirks, before his tongue slips out again, pressing against the outside of your folds. You jump at the sudden feeling of warmth and wetness against you, a strangled cry leaving your lips as you attempt to try and grind against his face. He pulls your hips down, purring happily as his tongue dives into your core, a mewl leaving your lips as you arch against your mattress.
The pleasure makes your head spin, oversensitive as you wrap your legs around his head, wanting more. A low growl left his lips, his eyes widening as you gently squeezed his head with your thighs. Next thing you knew he pulled out, flipping you over as he draped himself over your back, growling in your ear. He replaced his tongue with his hands, gently and carefully prying you open, but still rushed, showing how desperate he was.
“Need you so bad Shep,” He pants, so low against your ear while his chest rumbles from his purring. He whispers more to you in his native language, stuff that your translator couldn’t keep up with, or just didn’t have an exact translation. You could pick up on some words, mostly ‘desire’, ‘fuck’, ‘mate’, and ‘love’, and from those you felt the knot in your stomach tightening again, whimpering against your sheets as you let out a choked moan, coming over his three-fingered hand as you clutched the bed below you desperately. Garrus growled in delight, chirping and preening praises as he nuzzled his face into your hair. “So good to me…” He trills, carefully removing his fingers from you.
Having sex with a Turian was… different, but in a good way. When you saw his cock for the first time you joked how it was ‘ribbed for her pleasure.’ Garrus really didn’t understand at first. ‘You mean human male genitalia is not ribbed…? Just smooth..?’ You laughed, nodding. ‘Kinda, other than the head at the top.’ He looked at you concerned, ‘So your pleasure is just secondary in the act? I never expected that. I hope I can give you a better experience than any you had on Earth.’ And by the stars it was. You were pretty sure he ruined humans for you forever after that.
You are snapped out of your thoughts as said life changing cock was pressed against your entrance, Garrus’ deep sub vocals purring in your ear. “Ready dear?” He murmured, still not completely consumed by his pleasure yet. You nodded against the mattress you were pressed against, a soft, needy whine leaving your throat. With a growl, and a kiss to the nape of your neck, the Turian entered carefully, his growls turning into a moan as your heat enveloped him. You moaned in unison with him, feeling the familiar length pry open your already soaked insides, ribs gently caressing your walls, making you roll your eyes back in sheer pleasure. Once he was inside, he nuzzled against you again, intense purring and delighted trills filling the air as he was back inside his mate, where he belonged.
He listened intently, waiting for your breath to even out and feel your body relax. Once he deemed you ready, he carefully rolled his hips, revealing in the sweet moan you let out. It spurred him on, gentle rolls escalating to proper thrusting, enamored in how you clawed at the sheets and mattress for purchase, pleased needy moans spilling from your lips. His eyes dialated at the sight, drinking in the pleasure he was supplying his pretty mate.
Meanwhile your brain was turning into mush, not that you minded one bit. With each thrust into you, his rigid cock dragged against your walls, pleasure shooting through your body. Each thrust promised a hit against that lovely spot inside you, making your already overstimulated form shake beneath him. You cried his name out, tears beginning to well in your eyes as he took in your shaking form, draping over you again as he murmured in your ear, translator going back and forth from Palavian to English. Even if you couldn’t really decipher his words, you knew it was how much he loved you, trusted you, how happy he was to have you back with him again. Finally your translator decided to work again.
“Cum for me Shep. Need to feel it. Need to feel you squeeze around me. Need to know I make my mate feel good.” He pleaded between growls, panting softly as he continued his pace. You felt the knot in your stomach snap, cumming over his cock with a wail against the sheets, so hard you thought you were about to pass out from your vision getting spotty.
You, in fact, did.
Next thing you knew you were in the bathroom of the apartment again, surrounded by warm water and soapy suds.
“There you are, welcome back Shep.” Garrus purred lovingly, stopping his gentle actions of cleaning you to help support your head, a smile on his face as his mandibles flexed, clearly proud of himself. A dazed smile graces your lips, watching him lift up a water bottle he had on the floor up to you, offering you a sip. You drank a few sips greedily before pulling away, watching him lovingly.
“Hi…” You said softly, almost shyly.
“Hi.” He mused, placing a soft kiss to your forehead. “You did good. Four is the new record now.” He joked, watching in glee as you just laughed, shaking your head as you threw suds at him. He gasped, pretending to be shot as you threw them at him playfully, before getting back up and kneeling at the edge, watching over you.
“Thank you.” You whispered softly as he finished cleaning you up, lovingly removing you from the tub and wrapping you in a warm towel, taking you back to the bedroom and helping you change into comfy clothes.
“Anything for you Shep, I love you.” He smiled, slipping into bed and wrapping his arms around your tired form.
“I love you too Garrus.” You replied, a soft yawn leaving your lips as you felt the warm embrace of your partner and exhaustion overtake you.
And for the first time in a very long time…
You felt safe.