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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[lady_abel]

What could she say? She always had a thing for Turians, and Garrus Vakarian was delightful in many ways. Especially how he knew his way around weapons. (Okay, she had a slight weakness for things that went boom too), and while the Normandy was a nice ship with interesting people, it was the weapons system that caught her attention and the turian who kept them operational.

The flirting with him had been fun too, especially since he had seemed uncertain with her. She kept it light and friendly without being too heavy handed, not wanting him to think she was only interested in him for a bedroom tumble or two, and she thought that someone was smiling on her when she discovered that her personal weapon, the only blaster she had manage to salvage from their ship after the disaster, didn't want to work.

The sight of Garrus standing at his door, bare to the waist, was a delightful bonus, and she smiled, a bit sheepish at his question as she held out her blaster.

"Salvaged this from our ship. It's my personal weapon but it's not working and I can't figure out why," she explained, looking at his half dressed state again. "If this is a bad time, I can get back to you tomorrow."