Garrus Vakarian (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
thearchangel) wrote2012-01-21 11:49 pm
thearchangel) wrote2012-01-21 11:49 pm
14 - [Audio]
[And, once more, the distinctive 'echoing' quality to Garrus' voice is absent. It sounds pretty flat, by comparison.]
[Garrus himself just sounds sort of... tired. Maybe it's due to stress, or just... plain old resignation.]
Are we really doing this again...? I mean, come on. Wasn't once enough?
[Garrus himself just sounds sort of... tired. Maybe it's due to stress, or just... plain old resignation.]
Are we really doing this again...? I mean, come on. Wasn't once enough?
[ACTION]
[His arm slips around her waist, bringing them closer still. He likes it. Human bodies seem to me so much more sensitive -- the softer skin feeling every touch more keenly. His thumb strokes slowly over her cheek. Not a single scratch in its wake.]
[Then he sucks in a breath, sharply, and once again tries to angle his head away from the scarring. Back to the lips.]
[ACTION]
But it is fairly difficult to discourage him from doing what he decides to do, and it would be a dirty lie to say Shepard isn't enjoying it to the nth degree. Eventually she takes ahold of him by the unscarred cheek, minding her grip automatically even though she no longer has cyborg strength.]
Garrus, hey-- [To his credit, she needs a second to form a coherent sentence.] --Just let me say I care about you. All of you. Not certain parts to the exclusion of others, all of you. That includes any mistakes you feel you've made. Trust me on that.
[She can't look at him, but Shepard can explore his body with careful, inquisitive fingertips to commit it to memory, avoiding the scarred half of his face until he gives the go-ahead.]
You might be human now, but all that means to me is that we don't have to be extra careful. Remember that we talked about this first as a turian and a human, and I wouldn't have it any other way or think to change who you are.
[ACTION]
[He tilts his head into her hand, relaxing somewhat, now that the focus is off the mangled half of his face. She can't see it, but his eyes are focused on her, and her alone -- half-lidded though they may be.]
Yeah... I do. Wouldn't be here if I didn't.
[While her fingers roam, his hand slips to the small of her back, thumb making idle circles over her cheek.]
... It's not that. I... hell, part of me wants... I would. Right now. I wouldn't regret a thing.
[That hand on her cheek finds its way up to tangle carefully in her hair.]
I care about you... too. Remember?
[ACTION]
Yeah, I remember.
[Ingrained habit of weighing the pros and cons of every action before she takes it briefly interrupts the nice little vacation she very dearly wants to take.
Pros of taking this further: the obvious stress relief that they both could use, honestly. Mutual attraction, mutual trust coming to a head. A distraction and a way to prove that neither of them will allow something like an impromptu transformation to interfere with how they feel or taking action.
That list goes on. The cons are considerably fewer. Yes, Shepard is blind, but she can hear, taste, and feel just as well as she had the day prior. So can he.
And with their terms already laid out on the table, nothing else can really stop them.]
Ready if you are, soldier.
[ACTION]
[That she's willing -- that means a lot. He believes what she's telling him, and believes it completely. Still, he can feel his heart beating faster when she speaks, while she thinks. Given their surroundings, this... may be their only chance. Nothing's attacking, no one's missing. They can be selfish.]
[When she answers, he lets out the breath he didn't realize he'd been holding in -- it's half a laugh, half a sigh, and out of long, ingrained habit, he presses his cheek against hers.]
... I... Yeah, I think I am.