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As she steps away to grab another drink she turns to find herself stepping into the circle of his arm. Garrus leans toward her, under the guise of reaching over the bar for his own glass, and Shepard lets out a breath against the side of his neck. She can feel fingers trailing along her thigh, following the hem of her dress without quite slipping beneath it. Since their date on the Presidium he’s held himself with more surety around her and where they stand.
Emboldened, she tilts to press her shoulder into him, mindful of the murmurings coming from the kitchen as the party winds down. Shepard tilts her head, brushing her lips across his mandible, and then pulls back as Traynor stumbles up to the bar with a grin over her shoulder to Liara before startling at the sudden start-stop snore that is Zaeed asleep on the couch.
His hand tugs her back into the solid curve of his keel, subvocal rumbling against her shoulder.
“So much for fifteen minutes,” she says.
“I doubt anyone’s going to notice.”
the citadel party ends with a bang. so does the morning after.