Becoming Turian

Chapter 6

Shocked couldn't even begin to describe how she felt while watching the vid of her and Garrus. She wasn't exactly sure what it looked like when a Turian was drunk, but he surely had a clear mind when he did the things that he did.

When his teeth sunk into the side of her neck in the vid, her scars burned. Her hands bawled into fist on, and she held back the urge to punch Kasumi right then and there. But Kasumi wasn't who she should be angry at, she stormed out of the lounge, the sounds of her heels clicking against the metal floor of the Normandy only making her even angrier.

Days passed and Garrus was beginning to feel a bit of tension between them. She wasn't responding to any messages and she changed the code to her room, so he wasn't able to get in.

He was never able to speak to her about this problem though, she neglected to even attempt to speak to him. She was always or just not in the talking mood, but he saw that look in her eyes. She was furious. He knew that look by heart and most definitely took note that if she was giving you that evil glare, it's best to be scared. But what did he do?

Shepard sighed. Giving Garrus the silent treatment wasn't easy. He always looked so heartbroken when she refused to give him the time of day, but she was not going to give in so easily. She was not going to let his piercing eyes and charming smile get the best of her. He lied to her, betrayed her, she couldn't just forgive him so easily.

"Hey, I've got a ship and a mate, and I only brought one of them along today, " she grimaced at that same pickup line that she knew was older than her. She was at the club again, where it all started, sitting on a barstool, attempting to drink her problems away. But the annoying person standing next to her, slurring out horrible pickup lines, was killing the vibe.

"I think you should go now!" A deep voice cut through the music and directed the sharp fire straight to the human.

"Says who?" He chuckled, spilling some of his drink against the bar.

She looked up at her savior. A tall, slender Turian with the pretties clan markings she'd ever seen. A bright red that just complemented the brown coloration of his plating.

"Her bondmate says so," he growled a bit after saying this, sending shivers down her spine.

The man was quick to leave. Not even caring enjoy to grab the drink that got him into this situation.

"Sorry about saying that whole bondmate thing, I hope your real mate isn't anyone around here," she finally realized where she knew this Turian from. He was the exact same one who'd served her on her night with Garrus.

"My bondmate...oh, yeah," she sighed out.

"Things not going well with him?"

She shook her head and head and he slid a drink across the counter. She flinched, after the night she had, she made a promise to never accept a drink from him again.

"Don't worry Shepard, this is the weakest drink I can make," he assured while cleaning out some glasses.

Shepard took a small sip. The sweet smell quickly shot up her nostrils and the taste was even sweeter. It made her tongue tingle for another sip, which she willingly granted to it.

"Turians aren't the easiest species to get along with, we know that, but if you maybe give him a chance he'll-"

"What he did was unforgivable!" She grunted, "I wouldn't even have a bondmate of he'd just not done that stupid thing!"

"I see,"

She sighed and set the now empty glass against the bar once more, "I'm sorry, I've gotten too upset at you. I never even asked your name."

"Krillik,"

Shepard hadn't had so much fun with one person in such a long time. He was nice company, but he didn't hit on her the entire night. It wasn't a bad thing it was just abnormal to her. She wasn't used to just a friendly type of thing and as of now, with him, she didn't want it.

She reached her hand across the bar and placed it on his. His entire body tensed and he looked up at her, his fiery red eyes made her whole body feel hot, but he pulled away. He ripped his hand out from beneath hers and shoved it into his pocket.

"I-I'm sorry it's just your scent. The smell of your mate is so strong on you, I can't do this with you,"

Her head hung low and she could feel the rough plating of his talon beneath her cheek. He was trying to comfort her, and make her feel better. She knew it was just to sugar coat the rejection, but she needed the sweetness.

"Just for tonight?" His voice was deep and as smooth as butter, "I'm sure that won't be a problem for me."

Her words caught in her throat. Another move out of pity for turning her down. She wanted to scream out yes to him. To jump into his arms and allow him to carry her to his room to do unspeakable things with her, but she couldn't. He pitied her. He saw her as some pathetic person who would be depressed over something silly like this. So, with a bit of force, she shook her head and pushed his hands away.

"I don't want your pity,"

"Not pity," he stated, "but more of a lifelong admiral and the ability to block out the smell of the man who hurt you."

Her lips couldn't help, but it curve into a smile, "I thought it was bad to sleep with a bonded woman."

"By Turian standards you'd be seen as a whore," he shrugged his shoulders, "But I don't think you care about a few backwards glances from some Turian woman."

"Not in the slightest," she got on her knees on the stool and leaned over the bar. Placing a gentle kiss against his mouthplates.

She could tell he'd been with humans before, because of he simply melted into the kiss. His tongue found a way to slither into her mouth. The rough dry muscle was quick to explore the place that was coated in saliva. His tongue constantly scraping against hers, making her moan.

When she pulled away, she was at a kiss for breath. Shepard was rather ashamed of herself for being so tired from one little kiss, but he deserved the recognition.

"I've wanted to do this for three while years Shepard!" He grunted into her ear, nibbling on it a bit afterwords, "I'll make you feel so good, you won't be able to walk."