Moving in Tandem
[[Summary: I’ve read so many lovely things where Garrus and Shep have a magical first time, but I can’t see these awkward dorks doing anything other than completely messing up. So, without further adieu, and VERY NSFW: the very first romance scene.
Also on AO3!]]
Garrus tasted like cinnamon, bringing back childhood memories of warm drinks on cool nights, those rare moments the childhood gang Shepard had run with managed to steal something with actual spice to it.
Her sudden inhale must have startled Garrus; their kiss broke off and he backed away gently, hands up. “You okay, Shepard?” His concern was immediate and sharp, and while Shepard certainly didn’t mean to laugh at him, she couldn’t resist cracking a smile.
“Relax. Everything is good, Garrus. More than good.” Ah shit, how could she say this without sounding nothing like Commander Shepard? Shepard and Commander were intertwined now, even in her own head. “You, uh… taste like cinnamon. Human spice we use sometimes.” If she could inhale her words back in that moment, she would have.
Garrus seemed to take her words as a challenge. “You taste like toothpaste,” he finally declared, faintly challenging, as if he wasn’t quite sure if cinnamon was an insult or not.
“Garrus, how do you know what toothpaste tastes like?” Resigned to the moment being more-or-less dead, Shepard sat down on the edge of her bed, patting next to her and leaning on Garrus as he joined her, a head on his shoulder.
A bashful twitch of his mandibles and Garrus mumbled a barely-audible reply. “Ate it once. I was curious to see what the fuss was about.”