Juxtaposed Snippet
Unable to stand another ping from that damn omni-tool, Jane finally pushes him back and forces herself to step away. She stops teasing his waist and instead lays her hands on his chest, sighing.
"You should probably see what that is," she says solemnly, head down. When she looking up, she smiles apologetically to try and make him feel how badly she wanted to continue. "You wouldn't want to piss off the guy who may put in a good word for you."
He groans, voice still thick with hunger, and untangles his fingers from her hair. He gently smooths down what must be the disarray he's caused before finally stepping away.
Walking toward the wooden table she bought him, he pulls up his omni-tool.
For just a glimpse, she could see the difference in him.
Especially in his groin judging by the parted plates there and slight peek of the softer flesh just beneath them.
Well, at least there's not a question of if he was enjoying himself.
She smiles, amused at their 'predicament.'
It can't really be called that because she really is liking it. It's just that it's still so new, so uncharted, that a part of her fears what's going to happen.
What will the time apart do to them?
What will happen when the dam breaks?
Deciding to occupy herself with what they had intended to do all along, she grabs her sketchbook and the pencil wedged into its spine. Like this, she can draw him in a neutral state and most likely in a way he'd be most comfortable.
He takes some time reading whatever messages were sent and during that period of obliviousness, she sketches out his relaxed—albeit nude—form. She doesn't think he'll mind much that she gave into curiosity and, in a sense, went ahead and immortalizes him and their moment together as a drawing within her portfolio.
His sigh and posture speaks of defeat as he stands turns to her. She's just finishing the last quick notes of the sketch she needs as he starts gathering up his clothes and, seeing his pants nearby, she offers them to Garrus.
He huffs and flares his mandible in a disappointed half-smile. "I'm really starting to hate that old buzzard …" he says offhandedly and glances away. Sighing, he adds, "I'm sorry, Jane, but Chellick says he might have a final piece to a case and wants me there when we bring in the bastard."
"I understand completely," she admits, knowing more than anything of what happens when duty calls. She stands and takes a hold of his hands. Smiling, she reminds him of the importance of what might seem like an inconvenience now but will pay off later.
"This is your first case," she says with a serious nod. "You have to make a good impression with everyone from Chellick, to the guard, to the patrol, to even those guys that handle evidence—Show you can get the job done. Even if it means you have to come in after hours." Chuckling, she tries to mimic the voice of a stereotypical police chief who no doubt thinks the job is his life and says, "Crime never takes a break."
When she sees Garrus' mandible flick in amusement, she drops the act and lifts up onto her tiptoes.
They kiss softly, lips against mouth plates, but it's enough for now. She puts just as much effort into nuzzling his forehead so that he can understand she wants to express their affection in a way he's used to. It doesn't matter if he picks up on her intent but he does seem happier despite having to leave for work.
Cupping his face, she looks into his eyes for a long moment. It's just the two of them—his blue eyes and her green—and his rhythmic thrumming for that time that seems to stand still.
Just her and him.
She smiles softly and lowers her hands, stepping back from him. "You should hurry up and get dressed. Crime never waits," she adds in her 'aging cop' voice.
He chuckles and focuses on pulling up his pants. "You need to stop doing that."
"You don't like it?"
"No," he interjects and presses a quick peck of a kiss on her forehead. "It's because you remind me too much of my training manuals."
Before she can swat him, he pulls away and starts gathering up his boots.
