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Garrus didn’t know what he was planning to do with the two hours before they hit the Omega-4 relay, but potentially the last thing he expected was a summons to Miranda’s quarters. Actually no, that wasn’t quite the last thing – the very last thing he expected was for her to, without so much as a word of explanation, slam him against the wall and attack him with her mouth.
“What’re you –”
Then her tiny little hands pulled at his waistband, and ah right, now he understood what was going on here.
Why him? He supposed the pool of available candidates had shrunk considerably. There were, what, a dozen people left on this ship? And almost all of them hated her. Except, of course, that Garrus was definitely among their number.
Maybe she was curious about aliens. Maybe she’d heard about the Hierarchy’s laxer attitudes towards fraternization. Or maybe she just pegged him as someone who wouldn’t let a little thing like personal dislike get in the way of scratching an itch.
As infuriating as it was, in this instance, she was absolutely right.
Garrus ran his hands over her waist and her hips. “Done this with a turian before?”
“I did some research.” Miranda’s hair fell across her face. “Have you done this with a human before?”
He was about to stammer something about interspecies intercourse – something horrendously stupid, knowing him – but then she sank to her knees. Miranda’s soft lips and wet tongue played against his seam and oh god, he’d heard enough locker room talk about asari over the years to have fantasized about this, but this, this –
For someone with no experience with turians, Miranda didn’t miss a beat when the tip of his cock emerged through the sheath. She licked it softly, the silvery pre-cum pooling on her lips, and there was an edge of nearly-too-much. She held him on a bladepoint.
Garrus sank his hands into her hair as his cock hardened. Miranda’s wide white eyes looked up at him and then, without a word, she wrapped her mouth around him and –
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
He could swear she was smirking. He didn’t have it in him to be mad about it.
In theory, he’d always assumed this wouldn’t be so different from fucking – it was just another hole, right? But in practice… In practice, she seemed to know exactly when to increase the pressure, exactly where she should flick her tongue.
It was embarrassing, really, how quickly she was bringing him to the brink. His subvocals were a ragged mess, like a teenager penetrating someone for the first time, and before he could stop himself, he came down her throat, fucking her mouth. To be fair to Miranda, she seemed to take it in stride.
“You, uh –” Garrus breathed heavily – “you might not wanna swallow that, you can –”
She rose to her feet, her lips tightly sealed. Then she grabbed his neck, pulled him down to her level, and spat his load right into his mouth. He reacted quickly enough that he swallowed before too much dribbled onto the floor: clearly the spirits were looking out for him that day.
Miranda wiped her lips with the back of her hand. “How long is your refractory period?”
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Silky sheets – they certainly didn’t have these in his cabin, but he supposed Miranda must provide her own bedding. She tied him to her bed with her underwear – again, reading him like a damned book – but Garrus couldn’t help but feel a flash of disappointment.
“Too tight?” she asked.
He shook his head. “I just thought…”
Miranda quirked an eyebrow. “I’d hold you down with my biotics?”
He didn’t know what would make him more comfortable – if that was a complete shot in the dark, or if she’d looked at his X-rated extranet searches.
“Sorry,” she said, not sounding even a shred apologetic, “we have a mission after this, and I can’t afford to expend the calories.”
Too bad, he thought, unbidden, would’ve really liked to tick that fantasy off my list before I died.
“You don’t mind if I keep my bra on?” Miranda straddled him.
“Why would I?”
She scoffed. “I thought you’d spend enough time around humans to know.”
Yes, the boob thing. Garrus was aware. He knew enough that big was better – and Miranda’s were definitely big – but he wasn’t curious enough about it to make a point of it. “No, keep it on if you want.”
“Thanks.”
And with that, she slid down on his cock, shuddering as he filled her. His hands balled into fists as she seated herself on him – she was so warm and wet, and it had been a while since he’d done this last. Longer than he cared to admit, especially to someone like Miranda.
Although, spirits, with all the background they’d done on him, she probably knew it down to the hour.
There was something oddly transfixing about how Miranda moved, like he wasn’t even there. She reached between her legs and rubbed little circles over her exposed clit, and the noises she made were quiet and private. She was focused on her own pleasure, certain in the knowledge that his would follow in its own time.
It felt a little like being used, but he was fine with it.
His groin ached as he felt himself nearing the edge; Miranda shuddered, gasped, dug her hands into his shoulders and they came, Garrus’s vision blurring at the edges.
After a few minutes, Miranda untied him. He flexed his fingers and reached up for her, but then she waved a hand and his wrist fell back down to the bed, as if she’d tied an invisible rock to it.
“Not until I tell you,” she said.
He wondered how much caloric expenditure that was. A protein bar, maybe. He hoped they didn’t need it.
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Garrus may not understand the appeal of tits, but asses? Those were a universal language, and Miranda’s was fantastic.
He liked taking her from behind and admiring it. He liked the view of her on her hands and knees, he liked watching his cock slide in and out of her pussy, he liked the sheen of their wetness intermingling. He liked that he knew enough about her now that he could reach between her legs and give a half-educated guess of where she wanted to be touched.
He could get used to this, he thought, as he gripped her shoulder and drove deeper into her. She moaned beneath him, and it was all the sweeter knowing that she didn’t give up her vocalization easily.
Miranda swore under her breath, her face pressed against the pillow, and he felt her body writhe under his. Garrus bit his tongue, waiting for her to rock against him and ride out her orgasm. Then, when she was nice and boneless, he’d start again, and she’d –
Her alarm went off and, as if they’d been doing nothing at all, Miranda pulled herself away and stood up. “All right, time to shower.”
Garrus flopped onto his back. “OK, let’s just --”
She looked down at him. “Let’s just what?”
He gestured at his dick.
“Finish you off?” she sneered. “Vakarian, you know we’re on a time limit.”
“C’mon,” Garrus laughed breathlessly. “You can’t be serious.”
She didn’t even have the courtesy to shrug. Without a word, she walked into her bathroom, and that was that.
Spirits, fuck, his cock was aching. And she –
The downside of getting used, Garrus guessed.
No, Garrus thought as he slipped his clothes back on, Miranda knew him entirely too well. He wouldn’t expect anything from her and he certainly wouldn’t embarrass her about it: at least, not in public. But before he pulled his trousers over his hips, he stood over her bed and wrapped a hand around his dick. He was close enough to the edge that it only took one, two, three strokes for him to spill all over those soft satin sheets.
Garrus was well aware that he might die in a few hours; Miranda might, too – but if Miranda ever stepped foot in this cabin again, there’d be a little payback waiting for her.
Small comfort, in the grand scheme of things, but in this line of work you took your pleasure wherever you could.