X is for Xeno [for lady_abel]

[not_as_stylishly]

They'd rescued Abel, along with the other survivors of her ship, two weeks ago. And unfortunately for them, the Normandy was simply too far along on its current mission to make a detour to any friendly base in order to drop them off, so for now, the ship was their home. A home full of soldiers supporting a misfit crew of aliens and rogues, but far more safe than the drifting wreck that had shown up on the Normandy's sensors by pure luck.

Garrus, for his part, didn't mind the company, really. Especially when it came to Abel. The turian had always harbored a certain attraction for human females, and Abel was, in his eyes, of surpassing beauty. All of the survivors had come to volunteer to help out the crew, and Abel had gravitated towards him immediately, assisting with his weapons calibrations and the like. And, if Garrus was reading things right, flirting up a storm with him.

Confirmation of his suspicions came just a few minutes after his shift ended. Garrus retired to his room and had only just removed the armor from his arms and torso, leaving his carapace bare from waist up. A chime announced a visitor at his door, and Garrus touched the control that opened it. His eyes widened.

"Abel? Is there something wrong? What can I help you with?"

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[not_as_stylishly]

When Abel obliged, Garrus made a low, almost rattling noise in his throat. It wasn't a human moan, but the indication of pleasure was just as clear. Almost feeling Abel through his armor, Garrus found himself agreeing wholeheartedly.

Reluctantly stepping back, he pulled deftly at the fastens and buckles. With quiet hisses and creaks, he opened the shell of armor that covered him to what was essentially his waist. Garrus lowered it to the deck carefully, following that soon with the pieces that he wore on his lower body, revealing him completely, mottled-gray and chitinous body plates shining slightly in the artificial light.

Garrus then turned his attention back to Abel. "I believe that makes it your turn."

[lady_abel]

Well, that had been an interesting noise, and something inside of Abel wanted to hear more of. She didn't object as he stepped back to get out of the rest of his armor, just watched him with a frank appraisal in her eyes. Many might see the turians as nothing better than humaniod insects with their body plates and strangely shaped faces, but Abel thought they were rather beautiful in their own way.

And Garrus was gorgeous!

At his words, she grinned and peeled off her clothes, getting out of the uniform-like jumper she had been given from the storage of the Normandy to reveal sensible underwear and bra. With a twist and a wiggle, both of those fell to the floor on top of the jumper, and she stood there, naked and completely hairless, as she let Garrus look his fill. "I believe it does."

[not_as_stylishly]

If Garrus' eyes were anatomically capable of widening in awe, they would have been. He shared a similar cross-species appreciation of human beauty, and as far as he was concerned, Abel was... what was the term Joker had mentioned?-- a walking wet dream. His taloned fingers longed immediately to explore the soft, smooth curves of her body and he wanted to know as soon as he could how it felt to have her pressed against his carapace.

He closed the gap between them and leaned his head in. "You are exquisite," Garrus breathed. "And I believe I just thought of something. I might not have lips, but..." The turian leaned closer again and his tongue, a long, thick, dark blue muscle, slid sensuously past his jagged teeth and moved tentatively over Abel's parted lips.

Sorry about the delay. Crazy week.

[lady_abel]

She hummed as she draped her arms over his shoulders, stepping close enough to press against him, enjoying the feel of his smooth carapace rubbing against her skin. When that tongue slid over her lips, she opened her mouth to allow it to slip in. Then she carefully closed her lips around it in a sort of mock kiss even as she twirled her tongue around his in an erotic dance. She even occasionally sucked on it as if it was another part of his anatomy.

"I could get use to both your way of showing affection as well as your kisses, Garrus," she purred, letting his tongue slip from her mouth as she ran a hand from his shoulder down his chest and to rest on his hip. "You're so smooth and feel so nice against my skin."