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Shepard stood in the shower in the women's shared bathroom, trying to scrub all the blood, sweat, dirt, and maybe even some of the mercenaries' body parts out of her hair. When she heard the bathroom door open, she just growled softly to herself. She hoped that she would be able to take a shower undisturbed and in privacy.
"Commander," came Traynor's voice. "I haven't met you here before," she uttered cheerfully.
Shepard was facing her, having just washed the shampoo out of her hair for the seventh time. "The shower in my quarters isn't working after the last battle, so I had to use the shared one. But the engineers are already working on it," Shepard sighed, turning her back to the comm specialist to wash the shampoo out of her eyes.
Hearing a surprised gasp behind her, Shepard realized maybe she should have waited until 3AM to take a shower. Traynor had certainly seen a lot of injuries already, considering how long the war against the Reapers had been going on. But Shepard didn't exactly have... usual injuries.
"Jesus, Commander, you've been bitten badly. I don't remember reading about it in the reports..." began Traynor.
But after a few seconds, water washed the shampoo and shower gel off the other injuries as well. Shepard had claw marks on her back. Six in total. And there were bruises on her ass that were shaped like three-fingered hands much larger than a human's.
"These are good injuries, Traynor," Shepard said in a casual and convincing tone, hoping she would get away with it. That Traynor would take her hint.
Traynor wasn't stupid, and was quick to associate the bite marks, claw marks, and bruises with the only man, who could get to the commander when she wasn't wearing armor. That is, when she was at Normandy. But apparently, she wasn't very adept at… adult stuff.
"What the hell did he do to you?!" She exclaimed indignantly.
Shepard sighed wearily. "Sam, calm down. It's nothing, I’ve asked for it," the commander tried to calm her down.
But it was like a red rag to the bull for the comm specialist. "You asked for it? How? Because you didn't take him on that last mission? I'm going to explain to that turian bastard that he's not going to practice any perverse turian manners here! I'll knock all his pointy teeth out!" The little woman shouted angrily and disappeared from the bathroom in a huff.
"Traynor!" Shepard yelled after her, but the comm specialist didn't hear her. The commander growled loudly in anger, turned off the water, grabbed a towel and quickly followed.
***
When Shepard got to the dining room a few dozen seconds later, she discovered that the tiny woman had shoved Garrus in the chest for the umpteenth time already and was yelling something at him. If it had been in a different situation, she might have found it funny.
Garrus was absolutely confused, not knowing what was going on, and backed away carefully from the small woman. He looked around desperately at the others to see if anyone could save him. He didn't dare to grab Traynor or perhaps shove her back. He was at least 100 pounds heavier than her and he was afraid that if he grabbed her to stop pushing him, he would harm her. Traynor was petite and fragile, not a soldier like Shepard. Others just stared in shock at the angry comm specialist, and no one rushed to Garrus' help.
Shepard yelled from the doorway in her perfectly trained command voice: "Comm specialist Traynor, attention!"
That worked perfectly. Everyone present stood at attention and suddenly the mess was dead silent. Shepard walked amongst them to Traynor and growled quietly at her, "Now will you kindly calm down, specialist Traynor. When I said I asked for it, I meant it literally. I requested it. Now, dismissed!"
The commander said it in a tone that no one would even think of doubting. And she was probably the only commander, who was able to maintain authority, even though she was currently wrapped only in a towel, soaking wet, including her hair, and a pool of cool water was slowly forming around her bare feet on the floor. No one dared comment on her clothing, or lack thereof. Traynor saluted and immediately disappeared awkwardly in the direction of the elevator.
Shepard looked around and frowned at the bunch of people. "Everyone is dismissed, at once!"
Garrus considered for a moment whether the dismissal applied to him too, but Shepard shook her head as if she could read his mind. "I'll be right back."
When Shepard turned her back on him, he finally understood what had just happened. As she clutched the towel around her, most of her back was exposed. His bite was clearly visible and the bruise around the damaged skin played with all the colors. The long scratches on her back that had been left there the night before were peeking out from under the towel as well. He was proud of them and his mandibles widened into a smug grin.
However, Garrus quickly realized, that it wasn't a good idea to smile because he rarely heard Shepard yell at any of the crew. And Traynor certainly wasn't the only one who had noticed the injuries. And some of them might even have known what it meant. He had to control himself from smiling again as he replayed the previous night in his head for the umpteenth time.
***
He was sitting on the bed with Shepard on top of him. They had no clothes and their bodies were connected in the most pleasurable way in existence. He was enjoying the quiet, obscene noises she was making as she moved on top of him. He nipped lightly on her neck and shoulder. He teased her love bud with one hand and her breasts with the other. When she began to moan louder and more urgently, he couldn’t restrain himself, he spread his jaws and took the soft skin between her shoulder and neck into them.
"Are you trying to bite me?" Shepard asked him in amusement, but she didn't stop moving.
Garrus pulled away from her guiltily. "I'm sorry, Jane, I got carried away."
"I don't mind, proceed," she uttered with a smile and kissed him briefly on the mouth plates.
She grunted in displeasure when Garrus fell out of rhythm after her statement, surprised.
"You don't know what that means," he sighed in unhappily.
"I know very well what that means and please don't stop moving now," she flashed him a lecherous look.
Garrus looked at her in shock and stopped moving altogether. "And still, you want me to...?"
Shepard smiled and took his face in her hands. "I want to be your... how do you call it? Exclusive mate? Bond mate. A wife. So, if that's what you want, do it," she beamed at him and began peppering his face with kisses. "But Garrus, for the love of God, just don't stop fucking me right now," she instructed him shamelessly.
He stared at her in amazement for another second before he rolled her to the bed beneath him and started moving again. "I didn't know I could love you more than I’ve already did," he groaned in her ear, going back to massaging her and gently nipping on her neck and shoulder.
Shepard laughed delightedly, but the laughter was immediately followed by a wanton groan as Garrus picked up the pace.
"Shall I bite you too?"
"I insist," he chuckled. "Though I don't know if you'll be able to, with those puny human teeth."
"Don't worry, I've got some cybernetics in my jaws, courtesy of Cerberus," she assured him, amused, but soon arched against him in pleasure and crashed her head back on the pillow.
"More!" She encouraged him between excited gasps and moans.
Garrus could tell she was nearing climax and he had been putting off his for some time. When Jane moved her teeth to his neck, he followed suit. And in their shared climax, they sealed their relationship.
For several minutes they just breathed heavily, trying to calm down. But when Garrus raised himself up on his elbow and saw her bleeding shoulder, he cried out in shock and quickly got up from the bed.
"Spirits, Jane, I'm sorry!" he gasped and quickly disappeared into the bathroom.
Shepard frowned at him in confusion, then tried to look down at her shoulder. She had two rows of his teeth neatly lined up there, and a streak of blood trickled from each deep wound. She grinned happily. But Garrus immediately rushed over to her with the medigel. Without hesitation, however, she pushed his hands away.
"It's not as bad as it looks," she assured him.
"But..."
"If you put medigel on it, it won't leave a scar, and a scar is the point, right?"
"Well, yes, but..."
She took his face in her hands. "It’s okay, I'm serious," she announced adamantly, then turned his head to the side to look at her handiwork.
"Besides, you're bleeding just the same," she chuckled contentedly.
Garrus touched his neck in surprise, curiously examining the blue blood on his fingers. Now that she mentioned it, he realized it was quite painful. But he wouldn't have even thought about putting medigel on it. He wanted this scar and he wanted it for the rest of his life.
"I hate it when you're injured," he growled guiltily, but set the medigel aside and just gently wiped the blood from her shoulder.
"Nothing worthwhile in life goes without at least a little pain, husband," she uttered with a wide smile.
Finally, he smiled too, and once again he pressed her under him on the bed. "I'll trust you, wife."
***
Garrus snapped out of his daydream when Shepard came back from the bathroom. She was still wrapped in nothing but a towel, but she carried clean clothes in her hands. She nudged her head towards the main battery and headed there. He followed her, content to once again inspect the bite that had provoked that whole situation. Spouses. Husband and wife. Bond mates. Garrus was happy.
When the main battery door closed behind them, Shepard tossed her clothes on his, now unused, bed and let her towel fall to the floor. She reached for her panties and began to dress.
"Sorry about that scene, I tried to stop it, but..."
Garrus grabbed her wrist. She looked up at him in surprise. But when she saw the shameless smile on his face, then as he clicked his omnitool a few times and the lock on the door lit up red, she realized what he was up to. She dropped her panties to the floor as if they might burn her and returned his naughty smile.
"You want me to make it up to you?" She asked him seductively.
"No, I want to make it up to you. And besides, I don't think I've had sex with my wife in the main battery yet. And that is unacceptable," he replied with a wide turian grin.
Shepard slipped her hands up his neck. "Then we should remedy it, husband," she purred at him temptingly and pulled him in for a kiss, but Joker's voice came over the intercom.
"Hey Shepard, a little bird chirped to me that you and Garrus got married and you didn't invite anyone to the wedding!" he said, half offended and half amused.
"The 'wedding', as you call it, takes place during orgasm, so we took the liberty of having a purely private ceremony. Sorry, Joker," Shepard replied, equally amused, deliberately going into detail in her description to unsettle the pilot.
"S-sure, Commander," Joker stammered in embarrassment.
"EDI, privacy mode," Garrus growled impatiently.