turians purr guys I heard it myself trust
"You'll have to prove it," he countered finally.
"Oh, I intend to." Norina's voice dropped an octave, taking on a tone he was quick to recognize as teasing. "Though, I wasn't aware the great Castis Vakarian was a man who needed convincing."
His mandibles twitched, betraying a flicker of amusement. "Don't let the name fool you. I'm not so easily impressed."
"Good." She stepped closer. For the briefest of moments, she could hear his breathing still. "I like myself a challenge."
In which Castis is absolutely whipped by his future wife.
Garrus just so happens to be the youngest Vakarian in the family—which pegs me to believe that the "all-round turian bad boy" was also a massive mama's boy.
(I believe in silly sex with Hancock)
"Next time," you murmured, out of breath with your head against his chest, "we're skippin' the circus act."
"Speak for yourself." Hancock shifted beneath your weight into a more comfortable position. "I thought it added character."
Like c'mon now. Shirt gets stuck over your head? Can't untie that stupid sash around his hips? Headbutting on accident? Kicking that fucker while trying to wiggle your pants off?
And don't even get me started on his laugh.
The man would be just as much amused as he was in love with this other side of you. Nobody was perfect—he sure as hell wasn’t—so why should the sex have to be?