💕👽😈Garrus and Kati Part 4:#AILF8 😈👽💕
Garrus secures the date
The gathering that evening was a huge, sparkling congregation of the most senior and revered leaders.
Kati smoothed a few strands back into her sweeping updo, careful not to disturb the visor hooks that nestled precariously amongst the elaborately styled curls holding the plate securely as it curved over her left eye.
Like most humans, she had received neural and anti-biowarfare implants at birth. But unlike most humans, the nano-tech enhancements for her eyes was courtesy of the military and made the pale blue slim visor totally un-necessary. However, she continued to wear it to blend with the gen pop.
She had maintained her elegant demeanor for most of the evening and only shuffled slightly into her seat, trying to get a more comfortable sit spot. The lashes from the afternoon’s training still aching although her skin had no marks to show the extent of the two hour intense close combat training session.
The meal was coming to an end, the many courses had all entranced with the textures, smells and tastes from across the culinary spectrum of the galaxy.
The Terran general on her right and his aide de camp had monopolised her attention for most of the meal, regaling her with stories of negotiations for new settlement worlds and the policies needed. Kati had been bored to tears, but had smiled at the right times and nodded appreciatively.
Another tap on her shoulder from the white haired general to her right “Ensign Kati, you’re army aren’t you?” His sallow skin was blotchy with the alcohol that flowed freely at the table.
“Yes, General. Was an army brat and career soldier, brought up in one of the few Terran Prime worlds for senior leaders”
Kati responded turning her back on the smartly suited Turian who had elbowed himself onto her table.
“A Terran Prime world eh? That must have given you some benefits in your training?”
“Yes, some” Kati shrugged, a noncommittal smile tugging at her mouth.
You did not mention that the benefit included training in high protocol, infiltration and black ops at august functions like this with dignitaries from all the major planetary systems currently within the Alliance.
Not the place, or the time.
Her hair bristled with sweeping curls and loose braiding all held together with tiny sparkling adornments. The full length, red figure hugging square necked dress had a velvety feel and clung to her form in ways that emphasised her bust, cleavage and opened with far too low a sweep, she felt, in the back.
She smoothed her hair again, trying not to fidget and winced slightly at the soreness in her shoulder, also courtesy of the training session Viera had kindly sprung on her as part of that afternoon’s debrief. He had also sent the ensemble for her to wear that evening, along with strict instructions for the next few weeks. Instructions she had no plans to keep if given half the chance.
“We seem to be the only two people who made the effort to dress for a formal Terran occasion” The rich deep voice on her left was smooth and effortless.
Kati glanced at the Turian, noting his body suit styled like formal dinner wear.
The lower chitin plates of his jaw flicked out gently as if in ironic humour at the whole event.
The scars on one jaw and neck had Kati’s heart kick up a gear, beating rapidly as she took in his outfit.
“Vakerian. Garrus Vakerian” the Turian extended his hand , the three appendages held loosely.
“Kati.” She smiled slowly, taking his hand briefly before leaning away slightly.
“Just Kati?” Garrus canted his head slightly, his blue eye visor hiding the glint in his eye.
“Yes, just Kati. For tonight” Kati smiled again, looking up at Garrus from beneath lowered lashes.
“Well, just Kati-for-tonight, how would you like to share our hospitality?” He leaned forward slightly, his grey eyes sparkling with a warmth Kati was quick to notice.
“What did you have in mind?” she asked gesturing at the large gathering.
Garrus did not need an explanation. Evenings such as these either ended with a musical ensemble, acid pit gladiator trials or a continuation of the drink and dancing.
“How’s your dancing?” He blurted the question suddenly, feeling the rush of hot temperature heat his chest and neck. Thank the stars for tough chitin. Covered a multitude of sins, unlike the soft lush skin of the human sitting next to him. Her chin and chest jutted out, curvy in an elegant manner so unlike the strong and unyielding form of the Turian females.
He tore his eyes away, irritated that he had been staring at the human’s features which had flushed gently after his question, and her breathing had increased.
“Dancing?” Kati’s voice was low, her eyes sparkling as she looked back at his twinkling smirk.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t hope it wouldn’t inspire a certain mood” Garrus blinked once, the iris of his un-visored grey eye blown with desire.
“Wow. Straight for the kill, Garrus” Kati’s voice was teasing
“If I wanted to take more than your shields down I’d have done it. I just want to get you moving.” Garrus leaned towards her, ignoring the dim hum of the dinner guests as it swirled around them.
“Let’s make our excuses” he suggested, his eyes flicking over her face “that is , of course, if you’re amenable?”
“What did you have in mind?” Kati cocked her head to one side, wetting her lips with nervous energy.
“I’m going to go change into something a bit more…appropriate” Garrus said, his voice low.
“Meet me at shuttle area 597 in a half turn.”
He pushed his chair back, bowed to the rest of the table guests and strode off.
“I fear Garrus has had his fill of pleasantries tonight” the Turian across the table, Platekh, Kati reminded herself, spoke with feigned sadness , his fingers drumming on the pristine glass table surface in unfeigned delight.
“Maybe it was something I said?” Kati quipped light heartedly
“Hmmm. Maybe it was” The Turian was looking over at her slyly, his mandibles and upper nose plates quivering with mirth.
“I am more than happy to stand in for the him and share your delightful company” Platekh pushed back his chair and stood, ready to move into the space just vacated.
“Actually, I too may need to call an early night” Kati spoke quickly, urging the Turian to remain where he was. “I do have another appointment scheduled this evening. A comm call with family” she spoke firmly as she got to her feet.
“Let me escort you to your shuttle at least” Platekh was already at her side, smoothly helping her out of her chair and motioning for a table servant to collect her outer coverings.
Kati spoke briefly with Gatlin on her way out, smiling tightly when he reminded her to be at her desk bright and early tomorrow.
“He can take that desk and shove it right up-“ Kati smiled tightly through her clenched teeth.
At the shuttle loading bay Kati smoothed her hand through her hair. The couturier programme released the hairstyle and her hair fell into its normal,sleek Bob. Tapping the small dip along the dress neckline, the long flowing red dress shimmered, then restructured to a more form fitting, sleek little black number.
Pratekh eyed her curves and stepped in front of her, his nasal chitin slats quivering slightly as he grasped her lightly by each elbow.
“So, I have a cheeky little Vetruvian wine back at my pad if you’d like to join me for a-“
“Pratekh, “ a deep voice growled from behind him and Garrus, now clad in the black and white suit cover stepped into view. “Step away. Don’t make me hurt you. I’ve been testing my guns and am pretty sure I have improved the aim since my last set of calibrations. I’ll see the female home safely”
Pratekh clapped his chitin hard against his jaw in irritation, and, bowing stiffly, spun away and returned to the hall.
“We can either take mine or separate shuttles if you prefer” Garrus motioned to his larger, much sleeker model. “The perks of being an Advisor”, he shrugged
“No, it’s fine. I can call for an escort home if needed” Kati shrugged, shaking out her hair and tapping the visor, causing it to fold away within her short bobbed hair.
She looked up at him, her smile slow and enticing “So, where are we going?”
Garrus took her arm, motioning her towards his shuttle as he waved off his security detail, relieving them for the evening.
He glanced down at her, his eyes glittering in the soft purple light of the shuttle bay.
“We’re going somewhere I’m going to be able to test my reach …and your flexibility.”