Fic: Such a Classy Act - Part 2
Garrus was never going to talk to Shepard again.
This was the final straw. He didn’t care how amazing and respectable and beautiful she was, this was humiliating. Clothes shopping. Him. Archangel, the bane of the three biggest mercenary groups existence, was sitting around letting a woman pick out clothes for him.
“I hate you.”
“I know.”
She would just smile at him like an idiot. It’ll only take an hour, she said. Just one more shop, she said. She wouldn’t even tell him what she was looking for. He was just sitting on the sidelines while she talked about what she wanted him to wear. A god damn volus just took his measurements. His father would never let him live it down if he found out.
“There, we’re all done.” He looked up from his hands to see Shepard looking down at him. She had something behind her back. “Let’s go back home.”
He loved that she called the Normandy home. Like it held absolutely everything she cared about and loved. He relaxed a little and got up. “What did you buy?” He grabbed for the bag behind her and she stepped away, shaking her head. “Why don’t I get to see it? It is for me, isn’t it?”
“Of course it is. I have pretty decent style, you’re the one that needed a fashion make over.” He reached for it desperately this time, but she laughed and sprinted toward the cab. “Not until we’re alone!” she yelled back at him. “It’s a surprise!”
Garrus ran after her, fuming. He had to take a separate cab back to the docking bay, only to see her running to the elevator the moment he got on the ship. He had to wait for the elevator to come back down. Mordin peeked his head out from the lab and smiled at him. “Having trouble?”
“You should have never talked me into going after her. She’s a menace.”
“Hmm. Possibly. But, makes you happier. Less stress. Shepard is…playful.”
The sniper growled. “She’s just squating in that elevator to make it sit there so I can’t get up.” He glanced at the scientist. “‘Playful’ is putting it lightly.”
“Worse partners than her. Both mesh well even if unorthodox. Happy to see you happy and in love.”
“Mordin, don’t joke about that. It’s barely been three months.”
“Three months is three years on this ship. Think about it. You two perfect match. Bring out the best and worst in each other. Just a scientific opinion, though.” The salarian smiled again, retreating back in his lab. “But, never been wrong.”
The elevator opened. Garrus stomped into it and rode the short ride to the first level, angrily opened the cabin door and pointed his finger out. “God dammit, Shepard, I don’t like to play games—”
She stood in front of him, her silhouette smooth and curved in the black dress she hardly wore and saved almost exclusively for him. She held up the bad and dumped it out, a turian suit in the design of a human tuxedo fell on the ground. She smiled seductively, her eyes narrowing. “I know. I just thought I’d make you work for it.”
He grabbed her by the waist and jumped on the bed.
