[Garrus melts into that kiss, wrapping his arms around Noh-Varr's waist. He's just as glad to let this linger. Noh-Varr's intensity is as magnetic as always, dragging him in and making his day that much brighter. Warm, too, yielding, intoxicating, and the sole reason Garrus has come to seriously enjoy kissing.
The hi gets a chuckle as he leans his head down to touch their foreheads together. This is his love.]
Hey yourself. You look good. Really good.
[The Kree always does, but that doesn't change anything.]
[ Of course he looks good; he always looks good. He basks in the attention, extending his spine to lean into Garrus' forehead. ]
What you bring to me isn't something anyone else can replicate.
[ He thumbs the turian's mandible. Garrus is Garrus. Being with him is unlike being with anyone else. Noh-Varr has people who look to him for stability and strength (Ryan, Pilot) and those he looks to for stability and strength (Warriorhead). Garrus walks that fine line between being a place of refuge and needing it. It's a quality Noh-Varr appreciates tremendously in him. ]
[He hadn't thought about it like that. That there's no one who can be what he is to Noh-Varr. It means just as much to him to hear that as it does to know that the Kree cares, and he turns his face slightly to touch his mouthplates to Noh-Varr's thumb.]
I do now.
[His voice is pleased and confident, with a little pleased rumble beneath. Realizing how Noh-Varr felt had been a turning point for him.]
And you know I'm not worried, yeah?
[He reaches up to run his fingers through Noh-Varr's hair, nice and slow.]
I'm good. I have you.
[It might not stop momentary flare-ups of wanting more, but the pain of the first go-around is gone. He's not hurting. Quite the opposite: Garrus is happy.]
[He takes that invitation greedily as it's given, one hand on the back of Noh-Varr's head as the other, still around his waist, urges him toward the bed with Garrus. Maybe he'll never kiss like someone with lips, but the fact that Noh-Varr still wants his attempts means he's doing something right.]
Really like having you with me. In case you didn't already know that. You wanted to talk, or...
[Or, and, he'll take whatever Noh-Varr wants to share with him right now.]
[ He allows himself to be led. Garrus' bunk is comfortable, warm and almost familiar by now. ]
I just want to be with you. Hold you.
[ It's an offer, even if it's a selfish one. He wants to bask in some undivided attention. He'll give it in return, of course, but there's something about lying curled up with someone and listening to them breathe...it's especially comforting when it's Garrus, and those deep subharmonic tones make his chest tremble, like a purr. He settles against Garrus' regulation-issue pillow, shifting against the wall to let the turian have the most space. ]
[He yanks the privacy curtain shut behind them before scooting in nice and close and pulling the blankets up over them. Sure, the rover's a comfortable temperature, but Garrus wants to feel cozy with his lover. It's times like these when he doesn't mind the smaller beds too much - there's no option but being close. Garrus' voice is low, as are his subharmonics, rumbling deep in his chest with affection and desire.]
We should do this more often.
[His gloves get yanked off and dropped off the top of the bed so he can run his talons lightly along Noh-Varr's scalp. It's easily become one of his favorite things to do, in part because he knows Noh-Varr likes it.]
Just... being.
[Doing is good. Doing is great, even, but there's something precious about these sorts of moments that make it a relationship instead of just good sex. The words get a little slower but no less warmer or less rumbly.]
Maybe not to the exclusion of other things. As well as.
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The hi gets a chuckle as he leans his head down to touch their foreheads together. This is his love.]
Hey yourself. You look good. Really good.
[The Kree always does, but that doesn't change anything.]
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What you bring to me isn't something anyone else can replicate.
[ He thumbs the turian's mandible. Garrus is Garrus. Being with him is unlike being with anyone else. Noh-Varr has people who look to him for stability and strength (Ryan, Pilot) and those he looks to for stability and strength (Warriorhead). Garrus walks that fine line between being a place of refuge and needing it. It's a quality Noh-Varr appreciates tremendously in him. ]
You know that, right?
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I do now.
[His voice is pleased and confident, with a little pleased rumble beneath. Realizing how Noh-Varr felt had been a turning point for him.]
And you know I'm not worried, yeah?
[He reaches up to run his fingers through Noh-Varr's hair, nice and slow.]
I'm good. I have you.
[It might not stop momentary flare-ups of wanting more, but the pain of the first go-around is gone. He's not hurting. Quite the opposite: Garrus is happy.]
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And you'll tell me, won't you? If you don't--if you aren't happy?
[ This is what worries him: that Garrus will hold his pain until it tears out of him, like a dam breaking. ]
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I will.
[It would only hurt them both more if he didn't. They both want this. Together, they can work through things when they come up.]
I promise. And you'll talk to me if there's anything, too? If I'm asking too much, or...
[Garrus shrugs. He wants every bit of Noh-Varr's time he can have, but he also knows he has to share.]
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You don't ask too much.
[ He had, before. They had argued. Tensions had risen and overflowed. They're wiser now. Noh-Varr tilts his head back, an invitation to a kiss. ]
Can I spend some time here, with you?
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[He takes that invitation greedily as it's given, one hand on the back of Noh-Varr's head as the other, still around his waist, urges him toward the bed with Garrus. Maybe he'll never kiss like someone with lips, but the fact that Noh-Varr still wants his attempts means he's doing something right.]
Really like having you with me. In case you didn't already know that. You wanted to talk, or...
[Or, and, he'll take whatever Noh-Varr wants to share with him right now.]
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I just want to be with you. Hold you.
[ It's an offer, even if it's a selfish one. He wants to bask in some undivided attention. He'll give it in return, of course, but there's something about lying curled up with someone and listening to them breathe...it's especially comforting when it's Garrus, and those deep subharmonic tones make his chest tremble, like a purr. He settles against Garrus' regulation-issue pillow, shifting against the wall to let the turian have the most space. ]
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[He yanks the privacy curtain shut behind them before scooting in nice and close and pulling the blankets up over them. Sure, the rover's a comfortable temperature, but Garrus wants to feel cozy with his lover. It's times like these when he doesn't mind the smaller beds too much - there's no option but being close. Garrus' voice is low, as are his subharmonics, rumbling deep in his chest with affection and desire.]
We should do this more often.
[His gloves get yanked off and dropped off the top of the bed so he can run his talons lightly along Noh-Varr's scalp. It's easily become one of his favorite things to do, in part because he knows Noh-Varr likes it.]
Just... being.
[Doing is good. Doing is great, even, but there's something precious about these sorts of moments that make it a relationship instead of just good sex. The words get a little slower but no less warmer or less rumbly.]
Maybe not to the exclusion of other things. As well as.