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They had a very careful conversation about how to make things work, and about what she wanted.
“Okay,” said Shepard at length. “Since you’re determined to ditch the suit, I think we should concentrate on you this first time. Anything you want. As good as possible.”
Garrus nodded. “I agree.”
Tali took a deep breath, letting herself put words to thoughts she hadn’t quite dared name. “Then what I want is... both of you.”
Shepard’s brows went up. “At the same time?” She nodded, flushing a little, but he grinned. “I like it.”
Garrus said, dryly, “Well, we do work well together.”
They laughed, and talked a little more. After, they had another, very awkward conversation with a highly amused Mordin Solus about how to keep things as safe as possible for her. Mordin favored a simple approach: load up an antibiotics and immunoboosters before, wash thoroughly after.
So now here she was, back in Shepard’s quarters.
This time, her partners were very much awake.
Shepard detached her faceplate and pulled it away, giving her a smile. Tali smiled back, blinking at the change in light, trying to remember the last time anyone saw her naked face. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, and leaned in to kiss her. Her first kiss; his lips were softer than she would have thought, and hot against hers, gentle pressure growing more urgent. His tongue bumped against her lips, so she opened them, let him enter her mouth, tongue twisting against hers, just a brief contact that made her flush. He pulled away, and she caught her breath, warmth spreading through her. Feeling bold, she turned to Garrus and pulled his face down to hers.
“Uh, Tali, turians don’t--“ he started, but she stopped him by pressing her lips against his mouth. A totally different sensation, smooth and firm with just a little flex, not completely rigid. She imitated Shepard and flicked her tongue into his mouth, skimming against pointed teeth, finding his own, raspier tongue. They tasted completely different, but she hadn’t the words to describe their flavors. Garrus made a soft, surprised noise, and Shepard laughed.
“He wouldn’t let me kiss him,” he said. “I think I should be offended.”
Tali laughed. No, giggled, she admitted to herself. She felt a little giddy, as if the very air were intoxicating, and her suit had been filtering it out all the time. “Attack from stealth,” she suggested.
“I think I’m the one of us most qualified to do that,” grumbled Garrus, and then cocked his head at her. “Your voice sounds different without the filters.”
“It does?” It didn’t sound different to her.
“Yeah,” said Shepard. “More resonant, maybe?” He smiled. “Let’s see what else that suit has been concealing.”
They detached her suit together, bit by bit. Tali was going to show them how, but Garrus was affronted: “Hey, I did the research. We’ve got this.” It was true; they detached the connections and removed the components carefully and correctly. She stood still and let them. Just the feeling of air on her exposed skin was heavenly, setting her tingling with unaccustomed sensation. The feeling of fingers on her skin was even better; Garrus first brushed accidentally against her arm, then slowly, deliberately stroked her naked arm from shoulder to wrist. His hands were hotter than she’d realized, slightly dry and rough, but the contact made her catch her breath. Shepard’s hands, lingering on her hip, were smoother. She felt almost overwhelmed with the differences in heat and texture.
She was bared to them at last. Her momentary anxiety that they might find her body strange or unattractive was dispelled quickly, as two sets of hands explored her, setting her heart racing.
Shepard leaned in to kiss her again, and urged her down onto the bed with him. The kiss grew more insistent, as his hands traced the curve of her waist and hip. She let her own hands wander over him, exploring the angle of his jaw, along his shoulders, feeling the flex of muscle beneath skin. She found he had nipples, as she did; rubbing her thumb across one made him gasp into her mouth. Garrus settled behind her, lightly rubbing her back, working his way down to squeeze her ass, making her giggle. He chuckled back, rumbling somewhere deep in his chest, and slid his hands around, cupping her breasts. She moaned outright as he traced circles around her nipples, and felt Shepard smile against her lips before he kissed a line across her cheek and jaw. She let her hands move lower, feeling the light tracing of hair become thicker, and then closed her fingers gently around his hard, hot erection. Garrus’s was pressed into the back of her thigh, she realized, and thrilled for a moment at the knowledge that they were as turned on as she was. Shepard groaned and pressed into her hand, as she cautiously slid her fingers up and down him. He laid his hand over hers to stop her. “Hey now, the plan was to concentrate on you this time.”
“I want to learn you too,” she protested.
“Mm. Then let’s not neglect our friend here.” Shepard pushed on her shoulder, and she rolled over to face Garrus, who gave her an uneven grin. She smiled back, running her hands over his chest, testing the sensation of plate that looked hard, but gave to the touch, and shifted as he breathed. She found that the softer hide along his side and belly was gratifyingly sensitive, making him moan and tighten his grip, which rested on her hip. Now Shepard rested behind her, his chest flush against her back, lightly kissing the back of her neck. “Let me show you something,” he murmured, and settled his left hand over hers, four fingers interlaced with her two. She let him guide her hand upwards, stroking along Garrus’s collar (which made him groan again, and arch into her, and she remembered how she’d touched him there, what seemed like ages ago). Her hand and Shepard’s together traveled up the back of Garrus’s neck, digging in along the overlapping scales that protected his spine, massaging upwards to a softer spot just below his fringe. Garrus closed his eyes and shuddered, and slid one hand downward, stroking between her legs.
She found herself gasping--it was already so good, to feel them both against her body, but she wanted more. “Please,” she whimpered, and then couldn’t even find the words to articulate what she wanted.
“Mm,” said Shepard. “What do you think she needs now, Garrus?”
“I might have an idea or two,” he said.
Somehow she ended up on her back between them, while Shepard teased one breast and Garrus curled his tongue, hot and flexible, around the other. She could hardly even think any more, and when Shepard bent his head to her nipple and sucked, she moaned and spread her legs, her body begging for touch. Shepard slid a finger into her, and she almost sobbed at the feeling she’d been craving for so long; and when Garrus’s finger joined Shepard’s, she did cry out. They moved in tandem, as they did in combat, slowly at first, then faster, finding the spots both inside and outside her that made her tremble and moan, the pleasure building up until she screamed, waves of sensation crashing through her from her core to her fingertips.
She took a few moments to collect herself and catch her breath, and heard her partners shift on either side of her. She opened her eyes to find them handling each other, giving her the perfect opportunity to look them over. They were shaped a little differently, Garrus long, tapered, and a little curved, while Shepard was shorter and a bit thicker. Garrus threw his head back and growled, softly, as Shepard stroked him. Her own breath quickened, and a thrill ran down her spine, settling into her groin with a throb. She sat up to catch Garrus’s wrist and pull him down with her.
He came to her eagerly, with a chuckle that turned into a rumble as she pulled him close, lavishing kisses over his neck and collar. He caressed her thigh as she hooked it over his hip, rubbing against his slim waist, and Shepard’s warm hands behind her helped her open herself to him. “Yes, yes, please,” she was saying, and Garrus slid into her, slow but steady, the deep rumble in his chest vibrating through both of them. She felt deliciously full, and though his thrusts were slow at first, the sensation was deeper and stronger than anything she’d felt before. She clutched him and moaned, her body arching. Shepard lay close behind her, hands on her hips, and she could feel his erection against her when she rocked back in time with Garrus. “Yes, Garrus, yes,” she said, and caught enough breath to add, “Shepard, please... I want you both...”
Garrus slowed, and Shepard moved against her, gently; she relaxed as much as she could, and gasped as he pressed slowly into her rear opening. It stung just a little, but beneath that it felt so good, her every nerve thrumming, and Garrus nuzzled his face against her neck and shoulder, rumbling, and she nearly melted from the vibration and the heat and the contrast of their bodies so close to her. Shepard groaned as he slid fully into her. For a moment they were all still, and she reveled in the sheer sensation, both of them nestled thick and hot and real inside her, stretching and filling her. No mere fantasy this time, the three of them fully and truly united.
Then she wriggled, experimentally, and Garrus moved against her again, and gradually they found a new rhythm, all three of them moving together. Her own voice sounded hoarse to her ear, moaning and crying out continually, and both of them were just as inarticulate as they picked up speed. The sensation built up, she lost track of everything but the feel of hot skin and sweat against hers, the sound of all their gasps and groans, almost in harmony. She felt as though she was on fire from the inside out, and then Garrus’s movements grew erratic, and he shuddered, moaning against her skin. She could feel him pulsing deep inside her, and that pushed her over the edge, arching and trembling between them, and then Shepard made a last thrust and groan, and she felt him throbbing within her, too. She tried to catch her breath, hearing them panting on either side of her, as they all gradually cooled down. Tali felt boneless, her muscles utterly pliant, lying limp between them, all three of them holding each other tight.
Tears gathered in her eyes. She’d had plenty of experience with her nerve stimulator, even using it with partners, but she had never felt this way before, joined with her two dearest friends. In spite of everything, exile, the geth, the Reapers, for this hour everything seemed in perfect order.
She’d probably pay for it next cycle with a terrible fever, but it had been totally and completely worth it.