Someone made a sound- something a little bit breathy, it sounded a bit like Garrus' name, and it was impossible to remember why she would stop. It was weird, it was so weird, the roughness of his mouthplates, the strange texture of the experience. She kissed him again, and his mouth was already open for it.

Ten years ago, she'd have recoiled in disgust at this, it was perverted, wrong, and... Well, alright, it was pretty hot. Turians had represented 'the enemy' for humankind since she was three, and there had always been something sort of dangerous about those people to her. Maybe even-- alright, especially Garrus; Jane hadn't brought him onboard for his tech skills, after all. She was a dangerous woman, a thrillseeker, and dangerous men fit right into that.

This closet was too fucking narrow, and Garrus was too tall, but most of all Shepard wasn't paying attention to either annoyance. Later, when she was sober, she would realize how deep the trouble she was getting herself into was. But for right now? Oh yeah, she's into it.