FemShep/Liara - Fair Warning (1/?)
anonymous
June 1 2012, 08:38:17 UTC
this...is going to be a lot of fun. ;D
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"Shepard."
"Huh."
"Shepard." Liara stood at the landing to the commander's quarters with her arms folded, slowly inching her way back toward the exit in the hope that the human would take the hint and follow suit. "We're going to be late."
Commander Shepard was crouched on the floor of her cabin, peering underneath her bed. "No we won't. I set all my clocks forward fifteen minutes. It keeps me...vigilant."
Liara's eyes widened for a moment. "Actually, I...set the clocks back," she admitted timidly, biting her lip apologetically when Shepard whipped her head over her shoulder with an exaggerated look of betrayal.
"It doesn't make any sense!" Liara sputtered. "How does it help you stay vigilant if you already know they're running fast?"
Shepard slowly climbed to her feet, looking thoughtful. "Don't...don't ask questions," she muttered distractedly, rubbing her head as she stared blankly around her cabin. "Where did I put my boots? Have you seen my boots?"
"In your closet," Liara replied. "I put them in your closet." She added when Shepard gave her an incredulous look, "The first place that most people look for clothing. Really..."
Seeming to forget the boots for a moment, the commander cocked an eyebrow at her girlfriend, crossing her own arms over her chest as she sauntered forward. "Well, you're just making yourself right at home, aren't you?"
Liara narrowed her eyes defiantly, but she looked down and smiled when Shepard slipped her arms around her waist to pull their bodies closer together.
"I don't know what you'd do without me," Liara ribbed breathlessly as Shepard leaned in to nip at the corner of her mouth. She took the opportunity to capture Shepard's lips in hers, drawing her in for a deep kiss as she felt the playful nudge of a tongue against her own.
"Hmmm," Shepard buzzed thoughtfully, sliding her hands over the curve of Liara's lips before slipping around to graze over her backside and down her legs, fidgeting with the material of her dress. "This is...short."
"It's not that short," Liara protested, glancing down, distracted by the patterns the tip of Shepard's tongue was tracing against the hyper-sensitive folds of her neck.
"You...probably don't want to wear this dress," Shepard muttered against Liara's shoulder as she slipped her hands up underneath the hem to stroke ticklish bare skin.
"And why might that be?" Liara propped a hand on her hip, faltering a little at the fingertips tracing light circles along her inner thighs. She noted the familiar glassy look that had already crept into the human's eyes and shivered.
Shepard unconsciously sucked her lower lip into her mouth as she groaned, "Because I don't think I'm going to be able to keep my hands to myself, knowing there's nothing between you and my mouth but a pair of skimpy little panties--"
"--Actually," Liara interrupted smugly.
"Hm." There was a pronounced moment of complete silence before Shepard dropped to her knees, urging Liara to drape one leg over her shoulder as she hiked the dress up far enough to expose Liara's folds.
"Shepard!" Liara cried out in genuine surprise when she felt the soft warmth of a tongue sliding lazily up the length of her slit. "We're...going to be so...late," she sighed as she gave up, letting her head fall back against the wall.
"God, I love the way you taste," Shepard said, pulling back for a moment to shake her head in a futile attempt to toss her hair out of her face. She used the index and middle finger of one hand to expose Liara's clit as she brought the other around to roughly massage her backside. "You're so wet, and I've barely even touched you," she groaned.
Liara sighed, smiling contentedly at Shepard's ragged breathing and appreciating the effect she knew she was having on her bondmate. Shepard was shamelessly fanatical about this, intoxicated by the giving of pleasure and the rewarding, warm tang of arousal that coated her lips.
Letting her tongue snake its way inside Liara's opening, probing as far in as she could, Shepard collected a new wave of wetness, moaning against Liara's folds. "I could do this all night," the commander groaned.
Re: FemShep/Liara - Fair Warning (1/?)
anonymous
June 1 2012, 10:31:12 UTC
*twitches* 'Compulsively' doesn't even begin to describe what I'm doing. Holy hot pocket, a!a, you're such a goddamn tease! Already the fill is sizzling hot, and it just began!
Liara, oh Liara... You're such a fucking enabler, aren't you? :D I bet she knew exactly what would going to happen. I love this so much already. <3
FemShep/Liara - Fair Warning (2/?)
anonymous
June 1 2012, 11:14:30 UTC
She focused her attentions upwards again, pressing her tongue against the ridge above Liara's entrance and pushing in firm, teasing circles.
"Unfortunately," Shepard said, pausing for a moment to squeeze the tiny nub between her lips and flick her tongue over it. "We are..."
Liara whimpered suddenly, bringing her hand down to clutch at Shepard's hair. The commander's tongue began to move faster, setting off an aching need for release in Liara's stomach that began to creep down her thighs, making her toes curl inside her shoes.
"Going to be late!" Shepard finished enthusiastically, pulling away suddenly and standing. She hummed cheerfully as she eased Liara's leg down and helped to straighten her dress.
Her eyes drifted up to meet Liara's, which were piercing her with a look of frustrated disbelief.
"What?" Shepard asked, the mock innocence on her face slowly melting away as her lips curled into a devious smile. "You were so concerned about being late. I respect that."
Liara gaped at her girlfriend, dizzy from the overwhelming flush on her cheeks and the unfulfilled throbbing between her thighs. She wordlessly opened and closed her mouth, causing Shepard to grin even wider.
She slipped her hand down to lace her fingers in Liara's and tugged. "You're sure you want to wear that dress, Liara? Purgatory can get kinda chilly."
Startled, Liara looked down, suddenly feeling very exposed and deeply self-conscious about any lingering wetness that may have been visible against her skin. "Well, actually, now--"
"Good!" Shepard chirped as she forcefully escorted Liara out the door.
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"Hmm. The Commander is completely wasted," Garrus Vakarian stated matter-of-factly, setting his own empty glass down on the counter.
"Yes," Liara mused. "I think she did a shot with every member of the crew. And most of the bar staff. Perhaps some of the vermin behind the counters as well."
Shepard was at the other end of the bar, brow furrowed in concentration as she delicately stacked drink coasters into a makeshift house.
"Ah, I can't think of anyone who deserves a break more than she does," Garrus said, picking up his glass again as though he'd already forgotten it was empty. He looked slightly confused and then put it back down. "You know. A night of drunken debauchery and all of that."
Liara looked at him in alarm. "Who said anything about debauchery?" She unconsciously glanced down at her crossed legs.
"Whoa," he held up his hands in surrender. "It's just an expression, Doctor."
"Maybe you should see if you can't go and acquire a private table for the crew downstairs," Liara suggested quickly. "I'll take care of Shepard. We'll join you in a moment."
"Take care of her," Garrus repeated with a sloppy salute as he staggered away.
Liara watched him disappear into the crowd before turning back toward the bar, startled to find herself knee-to-knee with the commander.
"Shepard," she gasped, and then smirked. "I'm happy to see you enjoying yourself."
Shepard gazed at her hazily and leaned in to kiss her cheek, letting her hands come to rest on the asari's exposed knees. Liara turned her head to accept Shepard's kisses, sighing at the softness of the human's lips and the way her rough fingertips danced lazily over her thighs.
As the kiss started to deepen, Liara became aware she could still taste faint traces of herself around the outside of Shepard's mouth, and subconsciously squeezed her legs together. Shepard was continuing to tease her, even now--that tongue...that fantastically talented tongue.
She groaned eagerly into Shepard's mouth and brought a hand to cup the side of the commander's face, tugging a lip between her teeth and smoothing her tongue over it. Her mind wandered to a particularly vivid fantasy of grabbing the commander by her shirt and yanking her over to the nearest darkened corner to have her way with her.
FemShep/Liara - Fair Warning (3/?)
anonymous
June 1 2012, 11:22:44 UTC
check it out you guys. i threw in some aria for old times' sake. and by old times i mean like yesterday
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Shepard suddenly broke the kiss with a snort, and Liara pulled back to see the human snickering uncontrollably, pointing over her shoulder as Liara turned her head to look.
"Somebody wants to die tonight," the Shadow Broker observed wryly, watching as a young human male attempted awkwardly to make a pass at Aria T'Loak, who was doing a very good job of acting as though the man didn't exist.
"I don't think anyone spends the night with Aria and makes it out in one piece," Shepard sneered. "I bet she's got a back room somewhere with a buncha whips and spikes, and a rack, guillotine...and prob'ly some...helldos."
"Helldos." Liara raised an eyebrow and took a delicate sip of her drink, giving the commander a skeptical look.
"Yeah. Like...super extreme, uh...super dildos," Shepard slurred, shifting her eyes from side.
"Super extreme super dildos?" Liara repeated dubiously, propping her elbow on the bar so she could rest her cheek on a balled up fist. "Go on."
"Shhhhh. Shh," Shepard hissed as she stood up so she could scoot her stool closer to Liara's, letting one knee slide between the asari's legs to nudge them apart.
Shepard's mouth covered her girlfriend's again, wasting no time in letting her tongue push past indigo lips to urgently taste the asari, who stiffened when she felt Shepard walking her fingertips up the inside of her thigh.
"What'd I tell you about this dress?" Shepard murmured, craning her head to lick along the sensitive tips of Liara's fringe. As fingers suddenly made contact with Liara's still-very-wet sex, she sucked in a breath and moaned.
"Shepard," Liara hissed, back tensing as she felt Shepard's gentle probing at her folds. "What are you doing..."
"Aw, don't pretend you didn't know that this was coming," Shepard's voice was hot against her ear, and sounded dangerously sober.
Liara froze when she felt an index finger trail along the length of her wetness for a moment before slowly slipping inside, Shepard's lips never breaking the hungry kiss. Another finger slid deftly in beside the first, exploring and probing and reaching.
Shepard's breathing had taken on its haggard rhythm again, and Liara opened her eyes to see if there was any way she could return the favor without making too much of a spectacle. The human's thumb had moved to circle her clit, rubbing in torturously slow circles as Liara bit down fiercely on Shepard's lip.
She started to let her own hands wander toward the junction of Shepard's thighs, forgetting their very public predicament for a moment. She found the heat between the human's legs and pressed upward, but Shepard jerked away.
"It's not time for that, Liara," Shepard said with a stern smile. "I just needed to get a taste." The Shadow Broker suddenly doubted that Shepard was really as drunk as she had been acting several minutes ago.
Shepard pulled her hand out from between Liara's legs and slowly, delicately rubbed her fingers together, examining the slickness with pained concentration. Shepard smiled then, looking pointedly at Liara as she raised her hand to her mouth, gently easing a finger between her lips as she let her tongue slip out to lap up the excess moisture around her knuckles.
Liara stared, half-wanting to kick the chair out from underneath the commander as she continued to suck deliberately on the first digit before releasing it with a quiet pop and moving to the other, letting the end of her tongue swirl around the tip before enveloping it completely--all the while gazing at her bondmate through half-lidded eyes.
"Mmm," she said, finally pulling her hand away and sweeping her tongue over her lower lip. Her face suddenly lit up again and she grabbed Liara's arm. "Where did everyone go? I heard you ask Garrus to get a table. Let's see if Garrus got a table."
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ok that's it for right now c; i know i'm mean, i'm sorry T^T
Re: FemShep/Liara - Fair Warning (3/?)
anonymous
June 1 2012, 13:25:55 UTC
jesus, I think I can add "orgasm-denying" to the list of kinks I didn't know I had before the kmeme. You aren't the only a!a to blame for this (you know who you are!), but god damn if this is absurdly fucking hot.
Liara gets a lot of credit for being over-the-top sexy (which she is!) but Shepard is blowing my mind here.
Re: FemShep/Liara - Fair Warning (3/?)
anonymous
June 1 2012, 14:57:59 UTC
How is this so fucking sexy already? Fuck. I am such a fangirl, A!A. Shepard teasing Liara, licking her fingers in front of her like that ... oh, god. More, please. So, so much more.
Re: FemShep/Liara - Fair Warning (3/?)
anonymous
June 2 2012, 04:29:21 UTC
Oh Gods, Goddesses, Flying Spaghetti Monsters and Xenu... The hotness of this fic is OVER 9000!!!!! *cough* Sorry. Couldn't resist.
When I made the prompt, I didn't even dare to hope for such enthusiasm for it! (since I'm totally alone in my pervy thoughts, right? It's not like anyone else has pervy fantasies like these about FemShep and Liara, right? Right.) And to see it filled in such UNBELIEVABLY hot way... Gah. Words fail me!
And I know it wasn't mentioned in the prompt (well, hinted at yes, but not really outright said), orgasm denial. My biggest kink ever. Getting that button pushed again and again and again when I didn't even really ask for it... *falls over in bliss* I'm such a lucky gal. Thank you a!a, and while you are a cruel, horrible tease, I love you for it. MOAR kthx? :D
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"Shepard."
"Huh."
"Shepard." Liara stood at the landing to the commander's quarters with her arms folded, slowly inching her way back toward the exit in the hope that the human would take the hint and follow suit. "We're going to be late."
Commander Shepard was crouched on the floor of her cabin, peering underneath her bed. "No we won't. I set all my clocks forward fifteen minutes. It keeps me...vigilant."
Liara's eyes widened for a moment. "Actually, I...set the clocks back," she admitted timidly, biting her lip apologetically when Shepard whipped her head over her shoulder with an exaggerated look of betrayal.
"It doesn't make any sense!" Liara sputtered. "How does it help you stay vigilant if you already know they're running fast?"
Shepard slowly climbed to her feet, looking thoughtful. "Don't...don't ask questions," she muttered distractedly, rubbing her head as she stared blankly around her cabin. "Where did I put my boots? Have you seen my boots?"
"In your closet," Liara replied. "I put them in your closet." She added when Shepard gave her an incredulous look, "The first place that most people look for clothing. Really..."
Seeming to forget the boots for a moment, the commander cocked an eyebrow at her girlfriend, crossing her own arms over her chest as she sauntered forward. "Well, you're just making yourself right at home, aren't you?"
Liara narrowed her eyes defiantly, but she looked down and smiled when Shepard slipped her arms around her waist to pull their bodies closer together.
"I don't know what you'd do without me," Liara ribbed breathlessly as Shepard leaned in to nip at the corner of her mouth. She took the opportunity to capture Shepard's lips in hers, drawing her in for a deep kiss as she felt the playful nudge of a tongue against her own.
"Hmmm," Shepard buzzed thoughtfully, sliding her hands over the curve of Liara's lips before slipping around to graze over her backside and down her legs, fidgeting with the material of her dress. "This is...short."
"It's not that short," Liara protested, glancing down, distracted by the patterns the tip of Shepard's tongue was tracing against the hyper-sensitive folds of her neck.
"You...probably don't want to wear this dress," Shepard muttered against Liara's shoulder as she slipped her hands up underneath the hem to stroke ticklish bare skin.
"And why might that be?" Liara propped a hand on her hip, faltering a little at the fingertips tracing light circles along her inner thighs. She noted the familiar glassy look that had already crept into the human's eyes and shivered.
Shepard unconsciously sucked her lower lip into her mouth as she groaned, "Because I don't think I'm going to be able to keep my hands to myself, knowing there's nothing between you and my mouth but a pair of skimpy little panties--"
"--Actually," Liara interrupted smugly.
"Hm." There was a pronounced moment of complete silence before Shepard dropped to her knees, urging Liara to drape one leg over her shoulder as she hiked the dress up far enough to expose Liara's folds.
"Shepard!" Liara cried out in genuine surprise when she felt the soft warmth of a tongue sliding lazily up the length of her slit. "We're...going to be so...late," she sighed as she gave up, letting her head fall back against the wall.
"God, I love the way you taste," Shepard said, pulling back for a moment to shake her head in a futile attempt to toss her hair out of her face. She used the index and middle finger of one hand to expose Liara's clit as she brought the other around to roughly massage her backside. "You're so wet, and I've barely even touched you," she groaned.
Liara sighed, smiling contentedly at Shepard's ragged breathing and appreciating the effect she knew she was having on her bondmate. Shepard was shamelessly fanatical about this, intoxicated by the giving of pleasure and the rewarding, warm tang of arousal that coated her lips.
Letting her tongue snake its way inside Liara's opening, probing as far in as she could, Shepard collected a new wave of wetness, moaning against Liara's folds. "I could do this all night," the commander groaned.
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Liara, oh Liara... You're such a fucking enabler, aren't you? :D I bet she knew exactly what would going to happen. I love this so much already. <3
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"Unfortunately," Shepard said, pausing for a moment to squeeze the tiny nub between her lips and flick her tongue over it. "We are..."
Liara whimpered suddenly, bringing her hand down to clutch at Shepard's hair. The commander's tongue began to move faster, setting off an aching need for release in Liara's stomach that began to creep down her thighs, making her toes curl inside her shoes.
"Going to be late!" Shepard finished enthusiastically, pulling away suddenly and standing. She hummed cheerfully as she eased Liara's leg down and helped to straighten her dress.
Her eyes drifted up to meet Liara's, which were piercing her with a look of frustrated disbelief.
"What?" Shepard asked, the mock innocence on her face slowly melting away as her lips curled into a devious smile. "You were so concerned about being late. I respect that."
Liara gaped at her girlfriend, dizzy from the overwhelming flush on her cheeks and the unfulfilled throbbing between her thighs. She wordlessly opened and closed her mouth, causing Shepard to grin even wider.
She slipped her hand down to lace her fingers in Liara's and tugged. "You're sure you want to wear that dress, Liara? Purgatory can get kinda chilly."
Startled, Liara looked down, suddenly feeling very exposed and deeply self-conscious about any lingering wetness that may have been visible against her skin. "Well, actually, now--"
"Good!" Shepard chirped as she forcefully escorted Liara out the door.
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"Hmm. The Commander is completely wasted," Garrus Vakarian stated matter-of-factly, setting his own empty glass down on the counter.
"Yes," Liara mused. "I think she did a shot with every member of the crew. And most of the bar staff. Perhaps some of the vermin behind the counters as well."
Shepard was at the other end of the bar, brow furrowed in concentration as she delicately stacked drink coasters into a makeshift house.
"Ah, I can't think of anyone who deserves a break more than she does," Garrus said, picking up his glass again as though he'd already forgotten it was empty. He looked slightly confused and then put it back down. "You know. A night of drunken debauchery and all of that."
Liara looked at him in alarm. "Who said anything about debauchery?" She unconsciously glanced down at her crossed legs.
"Whoa," he held up his hands in surrender. "It's just an expression, Doctor."
"Maybe you should see if you can't go and acquire a private table for the crew downstairs," Liara suggested quickly. "I'll take care of Shepard. We'll join you in a moment."
"Take care of her," Garrus repeated with a sloppy salute as he staggered away.
Liara watched him disappear into the crowd before turning back toward the bar, startled to find herself knee-to-knee with the commander.
"Shepard," she gasped, and then smirked. "I'm happy to see you enjoying yourself."
Shepard gazed at her hazily and leaned in to kiss her cheek, letting her hands come to rest on the asari's exposed knees. Liara turned her head to accept Shepard's kisses, sighing at the softness of the human's lips and the way her rough fingertips danced lazily over her thighs.
As the kiss started to deepen, Liara became aware she could still taste faint traces of herself around the outside of Shepard's mouth, and subconsciously squeezed her legs together. Shepard was continuing to tease her, even now--that tongue...that fantastically talented tongue.
She groaned eagerly into Shepard's mouth and brought a hand to cup the side of the commander's face, tugging a lip between her teeth and smoothing her tongue over it. Her mind wandered to a particularly vivid fantasy of grabbing the commander by her shirt and yanking her over to the nearest darkened corner to have her way with her.
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Shepard suddenly broke the kiss with a snort, and Liara pulled back to see the human snickering uncontrollably, pointing over her shoulder as Liara turned her head to look.
"Somebody wants to die tonight," the Shadow Broker observed wryly, watching as a young human male attempted awkwardly to make a pass at Aria T'Loak, who was doing a very good job of acting as though the man didn't exist.
"I don't think anyone spends the night with Aria and makes it out in one piece," Shepard sneered. "I bet she's got a back room somewhere with a buncha whips and spikes, and a rack, guillotine...and prob'ly some...helldos."
"Helldos." Liara raised an eyebrow and took a delicate sip of her drink, giving the commander a skeptical look.
"Yeah. Like...super extreme, uh...super dildos," Shepard slurred, shifting her eyes from side.
"Super extreme super dildos?" Liara repeated dubiously, propping her elbow on the bar so she could rest her cheek on a balled up fist. "Go on."
"Shhhhh. Shh," Shepard hissed as she stood up so she could scoot her stool closer to Liara's, letting one knee slide between the asari's legs to nudge them apart.
Shepard's mouth covered her girlfriend's again, wasting no time in letting her tongue push past indigo lips to urgently taste the asari, who stiffened when she felt Shepard walking her fingertips up the inside of her thigh.
"What'd I tell you about this dress?" Shepard murmured, craning her head to lick along the sensitive tips of Liara's fringe. As fingers suddenly made contact with Liara's still-very-wet sex, she sucked in a breath and moaned.
"Shepard," Liara hissed, back tensing as she felt Shepard's gentle probing at her folds. "What are you doing..."
"Aw, don't pretend you didn't know that this was coming," Shepard's voice was hot against her ear, and sounded dangerously sober.
Liara froze when she felt an index finger trail along the length of her wetness for a moment before slowly slipping inside, Shepard's lips never breaking the hungry kiss. Another finger slid deftly in beside the first, exploring and probing and reaching.
Shepard's breathing had taken on its haggard rhythm again, and Liara opened her eyes to see if there was any way she could return the favor without making too much of a spectacle. The human's thumb had moved to circle her clit, rubbing in torturously slow circles as Liara bit down fiercely on Shepard's lip.
She started to let her own hands wander toward the junction of Shepard's thighs, forgetting their very public predicament for a moment. She found the heat between the human's legs and pressed upward, but Shepard jerked away.
"It's not time for that, Liara," Shepard said with a stern smile. "I just needed to get a taste." The Shadow Broker suddenly doubted that Shepard was really as drunk as she had been acting several minutes ago.
Shepard pulled her hand out from between Liara's legs and slowly, delicately rubbed her fingers together, examining the slickness with pained concentration. Shepard smiled then, looking pointedly at Liara as she raised her hand to her mouth, gently easing a finger between her lips as she let her tongue slip out to lap up the excess moisture around her knuckles.
Liara stared, half-wanting to kick the chair out from underneath the commander as she continued to suck deliberately on the first digit before releasing it with a quiet pop and moving to the other, letting the end of her tongue swirl around the tip before enveloping it completely--all the while gazing at her bondmate through half-lidded eyes.
"Mmm," she said, finally pulling her hand away and sweeping her tongue over her lower lip. Her face suddenly lit up again and she grabbed Liara's arm. "Where did everyone go? I heard you ask Garrus to get a table. Let's see if Garrus got a table."
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ok that's it for right now c; i know i'm mean, i'm sorry T^T
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It makes sense, somehow, dammit!
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Liara gets a lot of credit for being over-the-top sexy (which she is!) but Shepard is blowing my mind here.
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moar!
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I gotta admit that Shepard's (fake?)drunken comments about Aria's sex dungeon made me laugh.
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MORE MORE MORE oh god
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I know this was just posted a few hours ago, but I already want more!
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captcha: Society,
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When I made the prompt, I didn't even dare to hope for such enthusiasm for it! (since I'm totally alone in my pervy thoughts, right? It's not like anyone else has pervy fantasies like these about FemShep and Liara, right? Right.) And to see it filled in such UNBELIEVABLY hot way... Gah. Words fail me!
And I know it wasn't mentioned in the prompt (well, hinted at yes, but not really outright said), orgasm denial. My biggest kink ever. Getting that button pushed again and again and again when I didn't even really ask for it... *falls over in bliss* I'm such a lucky gal. Thank you a!a, and while you are a cruel, horrible tease, I love you for it. MOAR kthx? :D
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