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you can hear it in the silence (liv/garrus)
or: there are fireflies in my backyard, “You Are In Love” came up on shuffle, and I had what is commonly known as A Moment
Garrus finishes cleaning up from dinner and frowns. Last he checked, she was sitting on the couch, reading. The prefab isn’t big – just a bedroom, a bathroom, and the open living and kitchen space – and Olivia isn’t in it. “Liv?” he calls, after checking the other rooms. Maybe he missed something.
“Outside,” she responds, her voice coming through the open windows.
At least his eyesight isn’t going. He turns off all the lights he turned on, and steps out into the warm summer night. He’s been on Earth for two months, out of the hospital for six weeks, and still the noise of Earth at night catches him off guard: the chorus of night bugs in the trees, the low hoot of an owl, the happy yapping of foxes. Nearly a year since the war ended, and nature steadily creeps its way forward through the remaining destruction.
Olivia’s sitting on the sparse grass, feet tucked under her. She holds her hands just a little bit apart and stares into the darkness, tracking something. Tiny lights flicker in the air around her and, as Garrus looks past her down the row of identical prefabs on their street, he sees more and more pinpricks lighting up the dark.
Gently, Olivia cups her hands around something. Light glows in her hands, peeking out through the cracks between her fingers. She smiles. The light pulses a few times and she opens her hands, letting the little light fly off. “Hey,” she turns her smile on him.
His stomach does a little flip-flop, and Garrus hopes it never stops doing that when she smiles at him. “Hey.” He presses a kiss to the top of her head and sits down beside her. One of the lights flies past him and he catches sight of tiny wings. Earth has some strange wildlife – Vega once described a platypus and Garrus still isn’t sure that vid was real – but Palaven has glowbugs, too. He loved catching them when he was young, though he hasn’t seen them since he left home for his C-SEC job.
Olivia stretches her legs out and braces her arms behind her. She tilts her head up toward the stars.
Garrus leans back, mimicking her. He slides his hand across the grass, close enough to hers that he can cover her fingers with his. She smiles again and twines their fingers together, still looking up at the sky.
Some days he thinks she’s doing okay. Other days he isn’t sure.
Some days he thinks he’s doing okay. Other days he knows he isn’t.
She leans her head against his shoulder and sighs quietly. Garrus shifts, sitting up straighter and settling his arm around her shoulders. He tugs her closer to him and brushes his mouth to her forehead. Olivia sighs again, just as quiet, but a little lighter.
Today was an okay day for him, and an unsure day for her. But sitting outside, looking up at the stars – her stars, the ones she saved, the ones she’s trying to get people home to – surrounded by dancing lights and the sounds of a planet very much alive, Olivia seems calm. Relaxed. Maybe it’ll end an okay day for her, too.
#shakarian#tarysande#some fluff to help you feel better?#otp:one cell in the sea#livfic#s:2019#s:me#tayliv
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I still haven't met this mysterious and alluring Taylor.
Come on.
I really
really
really
really
want to meet him.
Please.
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17 for Liv/Garrus please!
17. Hungry kisses on every bit of newly visible skin as clothing is slowly peeled away
dress; all of this silence and patience, pining and anticipation, my hands are shaking from holding back from you (a continuation of holy ground)
They finally tumble home around two in the morning. Giggling in the elevator - the champagne’s long gone, but she’s now riding a sugar high from the ice cream - Olivia leans on Garrus as she slides off her shoes.
“That’s more like it,” Garrus teases as he comfortably rests his arm on her shoulder.
Olivia playfully pokes her elbow into his side and follows him out of the elevator down the short hall, dangling her shoes from their straps. Garrus taps in his door code, they wait a moment while the hidden biometric scanners do the rest, and then the door silently slides open.
The darkened apartment slowly brightens as they pass motion sensors and the soft ambient lights fade on. Their kids have clearly gone to bed, though there’s evidence of several hours of video games: empty pizza boxes stacked on the counter, cushions a bit haphazard on the couch and the coffee table pushed out at an angle, a blanket half fallen to the floor. Olivia nudges one of the controllers so it sets properly and begins to blink in its charging stand.
Walking up behind her, Garrus hums quietly and hugs her, burying his face in her hair. Olivia lets her shoes drop onto the thick carpet and then covers his hands with hers. She leans back in his embrace and tilts her head up, smiling at him. He kisses her cheek.
Turning, Olivia drapes her arms around his shoulders. “So,” she says, “Councilor.”
He shrugs. “It doesn’t require a hammer.”
Olivia pauses, and then laughs quietly, recalling a conversation a decade and a half old. “Good,” she smirks, “I’ve seen you try to put furniture together.”
His mandibles flicker, and then he leans down and kisses her. Sighing happily, Olivia eagerly returns the kiss, molding herself against him. No longer bound by other eyes watching, Garrus pulls off his gloves and presses his bare hands to her the soft bare skin of her back. He glides his talons down her spine to settle on the small of her back, just where her dress begins again.
“You’ve been killing me all night with this,” he groans against her lips.
“I know,” she murmurs, curling her slender fingers around the back of his neck. She brings her other hand up and traces the points of his crest with her fingertips. “Why do you think I chose it?”
Hungrily, Garrus kisses her again. He slowly slides one hand up her back and tangles his fingers in her soft hair. “We should,” he says, breathlessly, resting his forehead against hers.
“Upstairs,” Olivia nods, “yeah.” She steps away and catches his hand, leading him toward the stairs.
Garrus shuts their bedroom door behind them and taps at the light sensor, shifting the low floor lighting to a soft, warm glow. Before Olivia can turn around, he settles one hand on her hip. He moves the thin straps of her dress out of the way, first one and then the other, letting them fall down to her arms. A little gasp escapes Olivia’s lips as he presses his mouthplates to the side of her neck.
His subvocals shift into a low purr and Olivia leans back into him, a soft smile on her face. The sound is only for her, only for them, private and treasured, and it settles something deep inside of him. It settles something deep inside of her too, he knows. He’d stand here with her forever, holding her close, but he’s hardly thought of anything other than taking her dress off since they left the party.
Smoothing his palms over her skin, he slowly guides the dress down over her arms. Olivia shudders under his touch and Garrus kisses the tiny stars inked across her shoulders. He drops his hands to her hips again, letting his fingers tease her through the fabric. She lets out a little breathy moan and slightly pushes her hips forward into his hands, searching for more. Smiling, Garrus turns her around and steals another kiss.
Lifting up on her toes, Olivia returns the kiss. As she reaches up to cup his mandible, the dress starts to fall, revealing the tops of her breasts. Her fingertips ghost over old scars and Garrus breaks the kiss to turn into her palm. He closes his eyes, warmth spreading inside of him as she tenderly strokes her thumb over his markings. He lingers under her touch for a moment longer before returning his attentions to her dress, and removing it.
“I love you,” he murmurs. As he pushes her dress to her waist, he trails soft, light kisses down her stomach, following the path of his hands until he’s kneeling on the floor.
Sometimes I love you feels a lot like a prayer. As he kneels in front of her, and as her dress finally falls to the floor in a soft cascade of green, Garrus thinks how damn lucky he is to say that prayer for the rest of his life, for her.
#i’m gonna die i love them so much#shakarian#livfic#olivia shepard: responsible coffee commander#otp:one cell in the sea#s:2018#s:me#s:words#tayliv
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