Second Chances Ch. 2

Calibrations

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It took him a few days to acclimated to the ship, it wasn't the old Normandy that was for sure. There was very little Turian design that went into it; unlike the first. That much was obvious though, considering Cerberus had been behind its construction. It would be wrong to say it wasn't an overall improvement on the old design, humans were nothing if not adaptable. Sure there was room for a few tweaks and changes here and there, but he knew Shepard would be willing to hear his idea's out. 

But there was the problem, Shepard. 

After he got himself settled in and positioned himself for a regular shift in the Main Battery to do calibrations on the ships weaponry, he noticed Shepard came to visit him every day. At first he thought this was a great thing, and he eagerly lent himself to conversation with her. He'd put his work off for a few minutes and would talk about what went wrong with his team on Omega, how Sidonis had betrayed him, and of course changes that would help the Normany with the fight against the Collectors. Then he noticed that he wasn't the only one that Shepard stopped to visit every day. She saw Miranda, Mordin, and Jacob as well, and as they picked up more people the more people she added to the list. 

It soon became apparent that she came to speak with him because she felt duty bound to see how her crew was doing. Not because she actually wanted to speak with him. It hurt, especially since he had been stupid enough to think that she was going out of her way to see him after he'd separated himself from the rest of the people on the ship. It had been wishful thinking, that maybe she had feelings for him too, that maybe she cared and thats why she visited all the time. 

Soon he felt himself saying the same thing day after day when she came to see him. He barely thought about it any more as the words left his mouth "Can it wait for a bit Shepard? I'm in the middle of some Calibrations." It had been true the first time and a few times after that, but usually he had finished all his work and tried to appear busy by surfing the extranet. There was only so much you could calibrate on a ship this size, and it certainly didn't need to be calibrated with the care he went through every day to make sure it was maintained. 

He knew those words just kept himself from speaking with her, and he tried to hide how hurt he was that she spoke with everyone else on the ship as well. It was stupid, and he knew that. He didn't deserve her attentions any more than anyone else, and she still came to visit him even after he put her off so many times. She cared about him, maybe not in the way he hoped she did, but she did care. 

He noticed others on the ship slowly began to ask her favors after the mission on Horizon. They were saying these things just came up, or they'd been bothered by them for a while. He could tell the reason they asked was because they saw how powerful the Collectors were, and they were controlled by a Reaper. There was a very real fear that none of them might make it back to complete these tasks on their own, and it was sort of a "if I'm going to die tomorrow I want to die knowing..." sorta thing.

The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to ask Shepard for something too. He wanted to go after Sidonis, that traitorous bastard, for selling out his team and running away. The next time he saw her he'd ask. Then, maybe after, if she decided it was worth her time, he'd tell her how he really felt. 

Blowing Off Steam

Word Count: 2,582
Warnings: Sex, crude language
Genre: Smut
Pairing: Garrus x FemShep
Catagory: Mass Effect


Shepard ran her hand through her hair irritably, they'd been grounded on the Citadel for three days now with no hope of getting off. They had to come up with something, and as far as she knew, Anderson was thinking of a way to get them out of there ASAP. Until then they had to sit tight, stock up on weapons, ammo, armor and supplies. A task she'd finished hours ago. Not only had she finished that but she'd spoken to every person she could find who was willing to talk, done everything she could to just do something productive.

She'd finally run out of things to do. It seemed like everyone was up to something too, Tali was off looking for stuff to take back to the Flotilla, should they live through this that is. Kaidan was off getting drunk off his ass, probably thinking about Ash again. He wouldn't be able to help her think of anything to do. Liana was looking into the Citadel, looking for Prothian tech and everyone knew how she got when she was in the middle of research. Wrex was off brawling with some other krogan, and probably getting laid. Joker was on the ship, waiting to make his move when the time came. She probably could get a lame joke from him, but not much else.

The only one she could think of that might be going as stir crazy as she was was Garrus. Make she'd ask him how he normally blew off steam. Sounded like a plan, she'd been meaning to ask more about Turian culture anyway. If nothing else she probably could keep him talking for a couple of hours.

Shepard went in search of Garrus, finding him hanging around in Chora's Den. Of course he'd be here, having a drink, looking for trouble while he was at it. That was him after all, always looking for trouble so he could put an end to it.

She walked up to the Turian and sat beside him gracefully, "Garrus I wanted to talk to you about something." She sounded grumpy and tense as she spoke. Time for a drink. She waved the bartender down and ordered whatever was cheap over the loud pulsing music.

"Commander Shepard, I'm surprised to see you. What did you need?" Garrus asked smoothly, a few drinks already in his system.

"How do Turians blow off steam? I've been all over the Citadel trying to keep busy and I've run out of things to do." She answered as the bartender sat a bright blue drink in front of her. She downed it quickly and winced as the stout liquid slid down her throat, it burned her tongue and throat and tasted more like rubbing alcohol than she would have liked. She tended to like her liquor smoother.

"All over the Citadel already?" Garrus sounded slightly surprised as he took a leisurely drink of his own neon green beverage. He didn't wince as it went down, either he was used to it or he'd been drinking for long enough to get used to the taste. "Turians tend to spar, full contact stuff. Sometimes that sparing gets taken to other places to..see who's superior."

"That code for sex Garrus?" Shepard asked with a short laugh.

His mandibles flared out in a turian version of a sheepish expression, she was sure it was for her benefit that it was so exaggerated. "It ends up like that sometimes." He continued after taking another drink, "Once me and another crew mate were sparing, we were the two best fighters on the vessel. I had reach and she had flexibility. It ended in a draw, which most of us can't take laying down, of course. So we went back to my quarters and tested my reach and her flexibility." His eyes glinted mischievously.

It was a thought that had crossed her mind before, a quick roll in the sheets would do wonders for her stress levels she was sure, even more if it wasn't particularly quick. The thing was, she knew better than to get attached to anyone on board the Normandy. They were always going into battle, there was always a chance that someone could die. If she got too attached she could end up making a wrong decision. A wrong move could end up getting everyone killed, not just her, and not just the one she fell for.

But what Garrus was suggesting, she could do that. No strings attached, just blowing off steam. "So how do you feel about blowing off some steam with me Vakarian?" A smirk crossed her face as she waved the bartender down once more, and downed another drink. It still burned, but wasn't nearly as bad as the first.

Garrus looked shocked at first, "Not that the thought hasn't occurred to me before Shepard, but are you sure we're...compatible?" It was the least crude way he could think of to put it.

"No, but I'm sure we'll figure it out fast enough." She gave him her best flirtatious look. "You can show me your reach, and I can show you my flexibility." She chuckled.

Garrus cleared his throat and responded slowly, "It couldn't hurt to try, but you might end up even more tense if it doesn't work out." He stood, trying to remain casual as possible. The thought of doing this with Shepard had crossed his mind a few times. He wasn't usually fond of humans, with their squishy bodies, but Shepard was the exception. He knew they could never have a real relationship of course. He couldn't see her falling for anyone in the near future, even if she did he doubted she would show it, and he doubted it would be for him.

"I have a room in the wards we can go to." Shepard stood, and lead him from the seedy club, into the wards, all the way to the room that she had been staying in since they'd been grounded.

She shut the door behind them with a quiet woosh, and a soft click signalling the lock had been engaged. No one would disturb them this way. The only way anyone would be saying anything to them would be through com.

Garrus took a look around, his training made him always aware of his surroundings, even if he were there to pleasure the Commander. The room was small, no special expense spent on her accommodations. A simple human bed, a small bedside table and a personal terminal pushed off in the corner. Nestled in another corner was a small food storage and cooking devices. He imagined her food rations were all dehydrated and shoved off into the storage, much like his were.

"You'll have to undress yourself Garrus, I have no idea how that outfit of yours works." Was all she said as she began to undress herself.

Garrus looked on curiously as he began to work on removing his own clothing. He was surprised when Shepard bared her breasts, he'd seen them on Asari in Fornax before of course. But these were smaller, and pink at the nipples. Nothing like Turian women. He looked on, and admired the little scars that decorated her soft hide as she took the last of her clothing off.

Shepard turned to Garrus, his clothes on the floor next to him in a heap. Funny, she imagined he would be the type to fold his clothes and put them away neatly when he undressed, though she wasn't sure why she originally thought that. She took him in slowly, admiring the foreign body in front of her. She frowned after a moment, something was missing.

"Garrus where's your dick?" She asked curiously, her voice showed slight concern for the Turian.

He laughed, "Its hidden until we're aroused, for protection. Where do human males keep theirs?"

"It just dangles there." Shepard gestured towards her own crotch as she spoke.

"Completely exposed?" Garrus quirked a brow plate in surprise. He hadn't thought much about human anatomy before, it wasn't exactly something that interested him. That they would have their genitalia exposed to the elements seemed down right strange.

Shepard laughed, "Yeah, so how do you suggest I go about coaxing yours out?"

He suddenly wished he had taken a few minutes to look up some vids, he just hoped that she was built roughly the same way as an Asari. As far as he knew they were, for the most part.

"Why don't we just focus on you first?" He stalked forward and picked Shepard up and placed her on the bed gently, careful not to nick her with his talons along the way.

He trailed his hands down her chest, and paused for a moment to pay attention to her breasts. He rubbed slow small circles around her nipples which drew soft pleased sounds from the woman below him. He continued his southern path until he reached her soft folds and trailed a finger along them. His mandibles flared eagerly as her hips rose in response to his caress.

Garrus kneeled between the Commander's legs as he nudged them apart gently, carefully parting her folds to examine her sex. It did look a great deal like an Asari's apart from the color, as far as everything he had seen, at least. He dipped a finger into her slick wetness slowly, and a pleasured sigh came from the commander above.

He knew he may end up needing to have to get some medicine at the end of this, the commander too. Thankfully it wasn't too hard to get, especially here on the Citadel. It might be harder if they were on the Normandy, a place that wasn't exactly prepared for xeno sex. He leaned forward and trailed his tongue around her bud in slow circles.

Shepard gasped, and grabbed onto his fringe in response. It felt amazing, his sandpapery tongue caused pleasure to build from low in her stomach. "Garrus!" She moaned, rocking her hips towards his face.

He felt his protective plates beginning to shift as he listened to the Commander moan his name and he began to slowly thrust his finger into her. He added a second soon after she was able to adjust. He scissored his fingers lightly, careful of his talons as always. and watched her writhe. Garrus lapped at her swollen clit as he curved his fingers slightly, and explored her inner walls. He soon found a small rough patch and rubbed it experimentally.

Shepard arched off the bed crying his name, her walls tightening around his fingers. "Garrus stop teasing!"
She whined. Her, his commander whined to him to speed things up. He could get used to this he thought as a chuckle rumbled deep in his throat. Garrus swirled his tongue around her bud faster and rubbed the spot within her harder and faster as she pulled his fringe towards her. It pulled a purring growl from him, he knew what she wanted and he'd give it to her soon enough.

He could feel her nearing the edge, her walls twitched around his fingers as she cried his name once more as she orgasmed. He gently carressed her clitorus with his tongue as she road it out and let go of his fringe.

He pulled away and looked down at her, "If I'm not mistaken I'd say you enjoyed that Shepard." His mandibles splayed outwards in pride.

She opened her eyes to glare at him, but caught sight of his blue unsheathed cock. Fully extended from his protective plates, it glistened with lubricant. Her breath caught in her throat looking at it, its basic shape was the same as a humans, it certainly could fit inside of her without too much of a problem. But its ridges and bumps were much more pronounced than a humans, and of course the color was a bit of a shock as well. "Garrus you better get over here and shove that cock inside of me, right now."

He chuckled, "Yes ma'am, but pardon me." Garrus flipped her over and adjusted her so she was on her knees, her ass displayed nicely in front of him. He wanted to reduce the friction issue as much as possible, and this seemed to be the best option without too much fumbling and wasted time with experimentation. There would be plenty of time for that later, should she decide she wanted to blow off steam with him again.

He guided his cock into her slowly, fuck was she tight, her soft folds squeezed him as he pushed inside. A purring growl escaped his throat. He hadn't imagined she would be so tight, considering just how squishy the rest of her was. He heard her gasp and moan his name as he entered her.

Shepard gasped, his cock filled her completely, hard and straining as it pushed all the way to her core. If he was much bigger it would be uncomfortable, and she was thankful that he was the size he was. The ribbing on his cock scraped against her walls as he pulled out again, and pleasure began to build low in her belly.

"Ohh fuck Garrus!" She moaned out as she gripped the sheets. She wiggled her ass impatiently, "Stop being so gentle and fuck me already!" She begged. She wanted him to cut loose and drill her into sweet oblivion already.

She heard a deep rumbling chuckle from behind her and a soft growl as he gripped her hips tightly, she tightened her walls in anticipation, and she knew he was going to comply with her request. Garrus pulled almost completely out and drove himself back in hard and fast. He began to pound into her slick cunt as she cried out loudly, the pleasure built quickly as he hammered into her.

Garrus growled loudly, her tight walls pressing his cock hard, the ribs from inside her gripped his ridges trying to keep him deep inside of her as he pulled out. He feared he wouldn't last long enough to bring her over the edge again. He had to do something to keep that from happening, he reached around with a three fingered hand, and began to rub hurried circles around her clit.

Shepard slammed herself against his cock, moving in time with his powerful thrusts. It was all almost too much already, then as he began to rub her clit she lost all control on the dam of pleasure that he'd built up within her. Her walls spasmed around his cock as she cried out her orgasm. "Garrus! F-Fuck I'm cumming!!" She yelled breathlessly.

Garrus's mandibles flared, a loud purr emanated from deep in his throat. Her spasming cunt drove him mad. He growled loudly and began to pound into her harder and faster than before, his own orgasm speeded towards him much faster than he'd like. It was only moments before he growled out his own explosion of pleasure, he pushed himself as deeply as possible into her and spilled his seed inside.

He cursed loudly as he rode it out. He pulled himself slowly from her slick walls and sat on the bed to catch his breath.

Shepard collapsed against the sheets, panting heavily with a blissed out look clear on her face. "Consider the steam to be blown off." She murmured huskily and laughed a bit at her own joke.

Garrus chuckled. It was definitely something he wanted to try again.

Developing Tech

Word Count: 999

Genre: Humor

Rating: T for language (will be bumped up later probably)

Pairing: Garrus x Shepard

Summary: Garrus agrees to helping with some experimental tech, which has some...unexpected results. 

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Chapter 1

How had he let Shepard talk him into this? He wasn't usually the one to go running into any sort of experiments, but somehow he had gotten roped into helping a scientist the Commander met on the Citadel a few months back. He'd been working on some non-lethal tech that might be handy for C-Sec and other departments, and Shepard thought it was a good enough of a cause to talk him, Garrus Vakarian, into helping test it.

So there he stood, lined up with what looked to be a small handgun with a holographic interface on the back. "Whats this thing supposed to do exactly? Stun or something?" He propped a hand on his hip and leaned against the wall behind him and surveyed the lab around him. It wasn't a very large one, clearly not one with much government funding since it was just the doctor here, and very few instruments. A few work tables lined the walls, scattered pieces and parts of tech littered the stations, a few had even made it to the floor.

"Actually its supposed to create a containment field." The Salarian in front of him stated in a matter-of fact tone as he made adjustments on the small interface.

He'd already forgotten the good scientists name, not that it was all that important that he remember. He glanced over at Shepard and quirked a brow plate at her. He wondered if she could tell that he was having second thoughts about being this man's test subject.

"How's it supposed to keep AI down?" Garrus asked curiously, as he examined the dissembled pieces of what looked like a small memory unit on the table nearest him. A containment field wouldn't do much to keep an AI from draining it and walking away with a recharged battery, and able to do a hell of a lot more damage than before.

"I've installed an electromagnetic pulse that should short circuit them until they can be reprogrammed or contained." The scientist stated plainly as he finished typing on the screen at last.

"I think he's ready. " Shepard said, a small chuckle barely hidden underneath her words.

The Salarian didn't waste much time after that, and fired the test weapon at Garrus. It felt odd, the tingling sensation of electricity pulsed over his body from his fringe to his talons. The electromagnetic pulse possibly? It felt weird but not extremely uncomfortable, if it had been Shepard who'd done it to him and there was a promise of intimacy later it might even feel nice. It certainly wasn't anything he couldn't handle. Soon his visor blinked off, and he waited for the field to go up. It didn't look like anything was happening though.

He closed his eyes and went back to resting against the wall, he supposed there was a chance there was a delay in the mechanism, the waves of electricity still danced across his body as he waited. Soon enough that subsided. He opened his eyes as he heard a sharp intake of breath from Shepard.

It looked like it had worked, at least he hoped that was what he was looking at, otherwise he hoped the Salarian had a deity to pray to. The field around him had to have distorted his vision, if not there were really only two other options for what was going on.

Either he had shrunk to the size of a small child, or the Commander and the Scientist had grown much, much taller. The Salarian started to laugh and put the weapon down. "Well it wasn't what I was hoping for but I suppose it does reduce the threat."

Shepard stormed over to the scientist and shoved him against a nearby wall. "You'll fix this now." She growled out, it always loosened his pelvic plates a bit when she sounded so dangerous. "I can't have him less than half a meter tall!" Well that stopped any fun thoughts of the Commander from going any further. He'd really shrunk, great.

"I'm afraid I cannot." The Salarian held his hands up in surrender fear plain on his face and all traces of humor gone. "It wasn't supposed to do that, I'll have to do some work on the device to change its function. It shouldn't take but a week at the most for me to fix it. Until then I suggest you keep your tiny Turian friend out of any fights. I'm not sure he'd be able to gun down any threats right now."

Garrus thought he could hear a trace of humor in the Salarian's voice at the end. He'd probably had laughed too if it had been anyone but him, but it wasn't, and it pissed him off. He was Archangel dammit, Turian badass and he was not going to put up with being smaller than an assault rifle!

He growled deeply and stormed over to the scientist, his head not quite coming to the other's knee, and shot him in the shin. He supposed he should be thankful his guns and equipment that had been on him at the time had shrunk right along with him.

The scientist yelped and jumped back, knocking his head against the wall with a loud thump. "Alright, alright I'll get it done sooner than that! I'll send you a com when I believe its done."

Then, without warning, and certainly against anything Garrus had expected to happen next, Shepard picked him up and cradled him to her chest like a child. His mandibles flared indignantly. "I can walk Shepard!"
It didn't get him anywhere, she just bit back a smile, and a soft "pfft..." emanated from her lips. "What exactly is so funny?" He was angry, and he had every right to be dammit.

"Your voice is...tiny." And with that, a laugh rolled out of her, followed by many more until she was barely able to leave the Scientists laboratory with him in hand.

At least someone found this funny.

Second Chances

Series: Mass Effect
Pairing: Fem-Shepard/Garrus

Rated Teen for language and slight angst
Word Count: 1273

Chapter 1

Shepard was gone. He'd seen the Normandy explode with her still on board; he'd heard Joker's report of what happened, how she'd carried him to the escape pod and put him inside. How Joker had seen her send the pod when she wasn't able to get in herself.

 Shepard was dead and there was no changing it. 

He supposed how he was feeling was understandable. She had been his friend, his commanding officer, and the one person he'd trust to have at his back. She'd given him a life that wasn't wrapped up in red tape and regulations. One he didn't have to always follow 'the rules' in. She'd given him everything he wanted out of life, and more. It made sense that her death would leave him wounded, with an empty hole right where his heart was. 

C-Sec had asked him back of course, he'd been a good officer. He'd gotten things done in his time there, but he couldn't bring himself to go back to that. Not after the freedom Shepard had shown him. He would have to find something else. Spectre training appealed to him, and he tried for a while, but the Counsel and general attitude of the people in the Citadel irritated him, grated on his nerves more than any time before. They refused to believe the Reaper threat was real, they refused to believe that Reapers were real at all. He couldn't stay there. 

He lost himself in a bottle for a few weeks, and wondered if the rest of the crew was feeling this way, this lost,  or if there was something wrong with him. Surely he hadn't fallen for a human, that stuff was reserved for sexual deviants. Shepard had just been a good friend, right? 

But the more he thought on it, the more he came to realize that wasn't true, he had felt more for her than he'd ever let her know, and now it was too late. He'd never get the chance to correct his mistake, he'd never get the chance to show her that she was much more to him than just a commanding officer, much more than a friend. She was dead and there was nothing he could do. 

The idea to be a vigilante came to him one night after he'd drank so much he could barely drag himself to his quarters. He'd go to Omega and help people there. There were more than enough thugs to keep him busy, and his mind off of his wounded heart. He might even eventually get over Shepard if he tried hard enough. The thought stung a bit more than he'd like to admit. 

Over the next year or so he'd followed Shepard's example and collected a team, a pretty damn good one if you asked him, but it hadn't helped that empty spot where She used to be. He couldn't go on like this much longer, these guys were great, but they weren't Shepard, and they weren't the crew of the Normandy. It was time to up his game. Everything he'd been doing so far had been small stuff, a few thugs here and there, nothing too big, nothing that could really get him killed. But what was the point? If he was going to be stuck without Shepard he might as well do something big, go out with a bang right? And if he didn't die in the process, well, then the world would be out quite a few thugs and would generally be a much better place. 

So he started to piss them off one at a time, it took a few months to get them mad enough to come after him. It had surprised him a little when they all teamed up, but well, he'd hoped it would end in something like this. It wasn't until Sidonis betrayed him, and the majority of his team died that he started to regret his decision. He'd always hoped that they'd make it through this alive somehow, that he'd die in the process but they'd be there to help impose an order on Omega.

It was too late now. He'd just have to keep fighting, keep sniping the thugs, mercenaries and 'freelancers' off the bridge. He'd run out of ammo eventually, sure. Hell he might not even make it until then, but he had to take out as many as he could before the end. Then maybe he'd get to see Shepard again in the afterlife, if there was such a thing. 

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That one looked a lot like Shepard. Actually, he was positive that one was Shepard. But how? How could it possibly be her? And why was she here to kill him?

He took out several freelancers in front of her and shot her a couple times with concussive rounds. Nothing hard enough to really hurt her of course, he'd never hurt Shepard, or even someone who looked a lot like her. Even if she was there to kill him. Then she started firing, not at him, but at the freelancers in front of her, two others were with her, taking out the scattered thugs along the way, and he allowed her into the building. 

How was she alive and how did she know he needed her help now? 

She didn't tell him much when she got there, just that Cerberus had brought her back to life somehow, he didn't care she was Shepard, really her, and she was alive. There was no way he was going to die here now. They'd get out of this place alive no matter what. 

That thought was on his mind as he took a missile to the face. 

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The world swam and came into focus and he realized he was on a ship. The Normandy II he was told by Dr. Chakwas, how was she here? Joker's voice rang over the intercom telling the crew some nonsense, he imagined it was some type of human joke he didn't quite understand, especially right now in his barely awake mind. How was he not dead? How as Shepard not dead again? 

Then he decided, it didn't matter. They were both alive, both on the 'Normandy' again. He didn't know if she had ever felt that way about him, he was a Turian after all. He looked nothing like the soft squishy humanoid species she was used to, but now, it didn't matter. He wasn't going to give up this second chance. He'd let her know this time, eventually. He'd feel her out first, see if she was receptive to the idea, then, he'd make his move. 

He pulled himself out of med-bay, his mandibles smarted like hell, but he imagined that was the least that could happen when you took a missile blast to the face. He found her after a sort time, talking to someone, asking if he was alright. It pleased him, and in that place that had been empty for the past two years he felt a warmth blossoming. Shepard was worried for him.

He stepped inside and asked her how he looked, he was sure it was bad, it had to be with how his face was feeling. 

"Hell, Garrus, you were always ugly. Slap some face paint on there and no one will even notice." She said playfully, relief that he was up and about already clear on her face. 

"Some women find facial scars attractive; mind you, most of those women are Krogan." He tried to state smoothly and laughed, it hurt but he didn't care, though part of him hoped one of those women was Shepard. 

Varric x Hawke PwP

Hawke dropped herself onto Varric's bed, copious amounts of alcohol had lightened her otherwise dismal mood. They'd been outside, in the rain, tracking down bandits, since 6 o'clock this morning. The weather never let up the entire time they were out and they both came back to the tavern soaked to the bone, hungry, and wanted more than a few pints. Varric had been kind enough to let Hawke change into one of his shirts, and a pair of his pants as well. The shirt was baggy, and barely touched her hips, the pants, well, the pants were more like Capri's that swallowed her whole. Varric had gone downstairs as soon as he changed out of his wet clothes to get a couple of pints. They drank them, and a few more with their meal of a hearty stew, with mystery meat. Probably better not to question what exactly that mystery meat was.

"Hey Varric, come here..." Hawke propped herself up on her elbows and eyed the dwarf across the room. It might have been the boose, or it might have been the sexual tension that had built up over the past few years, his clothes hung off his body, or the way or it might have been the boose. It was probably the boose.

"Hm? Heh, whatever you say Hawke." He sauntered over to the bed. "What ya need?"

"You." She grabbed the dwarf and pulled him into bed before pressing her lips against his. His lips felt nice, rough and chapped yet yielding to her own. He brought his hands up and tangled them in Hawke's short black hair, and crushed his lips against hers.

Hawke parted her lips and trailed her tongue along his bottom lip,she silently begged him to let her inside, and give her permission to take this further. He flicked his own tongue out, and massaged his against hers, it spread a tingling warmth through Hawke's body, which settled low in her hips.  She began to take his clothes off quickly, and ran her fingers through his chest hair as his shirt came off.

Varric chuckled and pulled away from the kiss. He trailed kisses down her neck, and paused to nip lightly, he enjoyed the way her hands rubbed over his chest, "No one can resist the chest hair." He breathed against her neck before he pulled the large shirt over her head. Varric brushed his lips along her collar bone, and grazed his teeth along it before he cupped her breasts and ghosted his thumbs across her nipples in slow small circles, drawing a low moan from Hawke.

She arched her back, and leaned into his hands as pleasure shot through her chest, down to her groin with each pass of his thumbs. Hawke fumbled with his pants for a moment before she managed to yank them down with his underwear. Her eyes swept over the dwarf's form, and lingered on his genitals. Her lips twitched in a smirk, he may not have exaggerated all that much when he described his endowment in those wild stories.

Hawke trailed a finger along his length, and traced a slow circle around the head of his member. A low sound emanated from Varric's throat as he began to swell from her touch. She gripped him at his base and gave him a squeeze before she drew her hand along him in a pumping motion, slowly at first, but she gained speed as sounds of pleasure escaped the dwarf.

Varric swatted her hand away once he was long and hard. It wouldn't do to finish like that. Not after waiting this long to actually go the distance. He planted a deep sloppy kiss on her before he trailed his hand down her smooth stomach to her groin and stroked her slit slowly. Hawke gasped and rolled her hips into his hand. He dipped a finger into her slowly and trailed it along her clitoris, he rubbed it in slow circles. Hawke bit her lip and a low moan escaped her throat, the pleasure built, and shot through her nether regions.

Varric chuckled at her growing moistness, and pushed a finger into her, and pumped it slowly as he continued to rub her clit with his thumb.

"A-aaah~ Varric please!" Hawke moaned, if he didn't stop teasing her soon she would take charge. She was ready for him and wanted him now.

"Please what, Hawke?" A smug smirk danced across his face. He added a second finger and stretched her open slowly, he wanted to be sure she was ready, and although she certainly seemed that way, he got a certain pleasure from listening to her gasps and moans, and now as she begged. He wanted nothing more then to give her what she wanted, but he needed to hear her say it.

"F-Fuck me! Please Varric!" She glared a bit at him as she writhed beneath him.

He chuckled. "As you wish Hawke." He moved his hand and rubbed himself against her opening before he pushed himself inside slowly. Fuck. She was tight, hot, and wet, he could cum right then.

Hawke gripped his shoulders and rolled her hips against him, his girth stretched her to her limit, she was glad he did all that prep work, she was sure if he hadn't been so attentive it would have hurt. He began to move, slow at first, gaining speed as he slid in and out of her. His hand went to her clit and rubbed it gently, he gripped her hip with his other hand tightly.

"Varric oohh! Yes~! Harder!" She rolled her hips in time with his thrusts, pleasure built and her lower abdomen tightened as she grew closer to orgasm. He complied eagerly, and began to pound into her harder, he rubbed her clit more roughly and quickly.

"H-Hawke! Fuck you're so tight!" He groaned loudly as she tightened on him suddenly, spasms overtook her as she yelled out her orgasm. He couldn't keep going as the look of unbridled pleasure sweeped over her face, and he thrust himself deep inside her before cumming as well. "A-aaah!!" He exclaimed and he gripped her hips hard.

He collapsed next to her and pulled out slowly. "We'll need to do that again." He mumbled tiredly.

"Agreed." Hawke replied, before she pulled him to her and spooned against his back. They would most certainly have to do it again, maybe even after they'd sobered up.