FemShep/Liara - Just for a Moment - 1/?
anonymous
July 7 2012, 19:28:46 UTC
A/N: Hi! It feels like it’s been so long! I was privately prompted to do this little fill for a friend, in exchange for getting some chapters of her own fill a little early. Heh. Anyway, don’t expect much from this. I’m writing it while under the influence of too much cough medicine and jet lag, and it’s just meant to be a fun little aside while I work on something more significant. I wasn’t going to post this here, but it’s been ages since a new femslash story has been started, so figured I’d do my part.
The prompt asked for Shepard and Liara to tease each other through the meld while they were in public, basically.
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The night was winding down, and Commander Shepard took a few moments to shake the hands of departing guests. Tali's surprise birthday party had been a success, and the quarian was now busy sipping some sort of beverage through a straw, while draping rather conspicuously against Garrus' arm.
Small crowds still milled about the dim bar, but Shepard was getting tired. She glanced over at a corner table where Liara was sitting alone, brow furrowed at the scrolling data. Shaking her head sadly, the commander chuckled and ambled over to the asari. Sliding in next to the busy broker, Shepard sighed wearily. "You never stop, do you?" she asked, her tone playful.
Liara looked up, abashed. "Shepard! I ... I am sorry. I am being a very inconsiderate guest. I had some important data coming in, and everyone started grouping off, so I figured I should take the opportunity and--"
Shepard elbowed Liara gently. "Workaholic. I should go get you a drink."
"No!" Liara exclaimed quickly, cutting her off before she could get up. "Er, sorry. No. I have ... already had a bit more than I am used to, and I do not think it would be wise to embarrass myself." Her cheeks flushed, highlighting her freckles.
Quirking an eyebrow at her girlfriend, Shepard grinned deviously. She placed a hand on Liara's bare knee. "Afraid of doing something you might regret?"
Liara's blush deepened and she looked off at some unimportant spot on the wall. "I do not know what you are suggesting, Commander," she said, sticking out her tongue.
Shepard laughed and shifted, worming her arm around Liara's shoulders. Her eyes drifted up and down, and she realized that she was feeling a little intoxicated herself. Or maybe it's just the sight of her in that dress. "Remember the last time you wore something like this?" she asked, her tongue absently rolling over her teeth.
A smile crossed Liara's face. "Yes. It was the night we reconnected on the Normandy. The night you told me that you would always come back ..." Liara felt warm at the memory. Shepard had kept her promise.
"You should wear dresses more often," the commander murmured, her voice barely over a whisper. Her breath was warm against Liara's skin, and she brushed her lips against the crook of the asari's neck.
Liara bit down on her lip and looked around nervously. "I -- Shepard, Goddess," she huffed, squirming in her seat. She squeezed her thighs together and took a breath to regain her composure. "You don't g-give me much opportunity to do so, you know. They are not exactly practical on missions."
Shepard glanced over at the remaining guests, and upon seeing that none of them were focused on their quiet little table, she trailed her tongue along one of the firm ridges of Liara's fringe. "So. What you're saying is that I should take you on more dates."
A breath got caught in Liara's throat. "Right now, Shepard, it might best if you took me back to the ship ..." Her blush was spreading so rapidly that it began coloring her fringe. She couldn't believe what she was suggesting. She was here in honor of Tali, one of her closest friends, and if she wasn't, she had about a thousand other issues she needed to work on. But Shepard ... Goddess, Shepard ...
Re: FemShep/Liara - Just for a Moment - 2/?
anonymous
July 7 2012, 19:31:32 UTC
Undeterred by Liara's comment, Shepard continued to lick one of the dips along the side of the asari's neck, nipping the skin gently. "We should probably stay just a little bit longer. I have to pay the bill for all these goddamn people's drinks, you know ..."
Liara's wide blue eyes darted around the room. It seemed as though so many people had left, yet much of the crowd remained. She fidgeted impatiently. Think of your book. Think of your research. Think of how much you still need to discuss with Javik. That, if anything, should turn you off! Hmm, 'turn you off'. Shepard really has gotten you using a rather lot of human idioms, hasn't she?
Suddenly, she snapped out of her line of thought. Shepard's hand was back on her knee, snaking up her thigh. They may have had too much to drink, but this she couldn't handle. She slapped at the commander's hand and glared. "Shepard! We both know that we cannot fool around like oversexed adolescents. We ... we have reputations to consider!" She searched the human's eyes, and saw a flicker of concession. She wasn't sure whether she was satisfied or disappointed.
"You're right," Shepard said with a grunt. She bit the inside of her lip, attempting to summon willpower that was nowhere to be found. "Ah, fuck it." She leaned in close, giving Liara a pointed look, and whispered, "Join with me."
Liara gaped. "Are you -- Shepard! Are you kidding me?" she hissed, glancing around in paranoia. "We cannot ..." She paused, cupping a hand around her mouth, then lowered her voice. "We cannot make love here! You -- you know that we cannot!"
Shepard grinned drunkenly at her companion. "I know that, Liara. But that doesn't mean we can't, you know. Meld a little. I have some things to shoooww yoouu ..." she cooed in a sing-song voice, her eyes sparkling.
Fiddling with the empty glass in front of her, Liara shook her head vigorously. "No. No! You are just asking for trouble, Shepard. I cannot -- will not -- do that here. People will see my eyes are black! Goddess, they will know exactly what we are doing!"
Waving a hand in dismissal, Shepard replied, "Oh, please. They're all caught up in their own business. It's dark enough in here that people won't notice what color your damn eyes are. Shield them if you have to. They'll just think you're drunk." She scooted about a foot away from the asari by way of compromise. "Look. I won't even put my mouth on you. I won't fool around with your crest. No sneaking my hand up your dress. Just ... join with me. I need you, Liara." She placed her hand against the seat of the booth, palm open -- an invitation.
Those last four words made Liara ache. "Oh ... Goddess." She took in a breath and held it, her eyes closing. She felt her resolve weakening. "Fine, Shepard. But just for a moment ..." Slender blue fingers curled around Shepard's warm digits as her eyes swirled into darkness.
The first moment upon merging with Shepard always made Liara tingle. Nothing felt quite so comfortable, so warm, and so peaceful. Even in their first melds, despite how exhausting they were, and how the disturbing images haunted her afterward, there was a level of affection and trust that radiated from the commander that always put her at ease.
Of course, their melds now served an entirely different purpose. Though she continued to find peace in them, that was simply the undertone. More than anything, she felt excitement. All of her senses heightened when she and Shepard joined, and it exhilarated her. Now, for the first time, they were doing it publicly, and her stomach turned with anxiety. The rush of adrenaline she felt rivaled what she experienced at some of her greatest archaeological discoveries or her most intense battlefield successes.
Do you feel me, Liara? Shepard looked at her pointedly, though she kept her promise, maintaining her distance.
Yes. Goddess. What -- what is the purpose of this, Shepard?
Re: FemShep/Liara - Just for a Moment - 3/?
anonymous
July 7 2012, 19:34:09 UTC
You're stunning, Liara. I haven't been able to take my eyes off of you all night.
Liara couldn't help but smile. Though she and the commander had spent most of the night apart, talking to separate groups of people, they stole continuous glances at each other. She longed to run her fingers through the human's short red hair, unfasten the buttons of her pressed Alliance uniform, kiss her soft lips ...
You can do that, Liara. You can have it all.
The asari blinked, then slouched a bit. A side effect of the meld was that her partner knew every bit of what she was actively thinking, and she immediately embarrassed herself. Shepard squeezed her fingers in reassurance.
Tell me what you want.
Liara swallowed deeply. I ... I want to run my tongue across your lower lip ... slide it into your mouth ... taste what's on your breath ...
Shepard grinned. She knew Liara was shy, so she ran her thumb gently along the back of her hand. That sounds amazing, Liara. I'd love that. I've been drinking Serrice Ice ... you can probably taste it, ever-so-slightly, on my tongue.
A shiver tickled Liara's spine. It was as though she could suddenly sense the flavor in her own mouth. Goddess ...
Several quarians passed their table and the couple nodded toward them amiably, Liara's gaze downcast to not give away her eye color. Shepard shot a look to her girlfriend once they were alone again. As you kiss me, I touch your crest. My fingers slip up and down the raised parts of your fringe, then slide upward ... I know how much you like the way I stroke the tendrils all the way to the tips ... maybe I'll pause the kiss, get my fingers wet first. Will you suck them for me?
Liara gasped, then quickly glanced around to make sure no one heard her make the noise. She wasn't sure how far Shepard planned to take this, and she still felt incredibly bashful about it what she was thinking. Did she want Shepard to stop? Not really ... not now. The imagery was striking. I ... yes. I take your index finger and bring it to my lips. I stare at you while slide the tip inside my mouth. I ... um ... I slide my tongue against your skin ...
Shepard closed her eyes and groaned, the noise quiet -- only audible to the two of them, as if sharing a special secret. She leaned back against the cushion of the booth. I love how warm it feels, Liara. So warm and wet ... like I'm pushing in between your legs.
Clenching her jaw, Liara braced herself, trying her hardest not to make any noise. She felt her heartbeat throbbing between her legs and she adjusted her position, her free hand tugging down on the hem of her dress. Um ... I -- I swirl my tongue around your fingertip, then suck at your finger ... bring it in deeper ... Goddess, I -- I love the way your skin tastes, Shepard. I, um. I'm getting it wet for you ...
Oh, fuck. Yes, Liara. Suck on it ... softly ... take another one of my fingers in, too. Shepard's breathing grew slightly haggard, picking up almost unnoticeably.
Yes ... okay, yes. I grasp your hand in both of mine ... and I kiss your middle finger ... softly ... and then I pull it into my mouth. I, um, I suck on both fingers, all the way down to your third knuckle ... then I pump them in and out ... Liara blushed furiously. She could never say things like this out loud, but this was practically the equivalent.
Shepard clenched her free hand into a fist. I really want to touch myself right now, Liara. You're so fucking hot. She huffed out a breath, causing a stray lock of hair to fall into her face. Keep going ...
Re: FemShep/Liara - Just for a Moment - 4/?
anonymous
July 8 2012, 17:47:05 UTC
Liara gawked and sat up straight. "Shepard! You -- you cannot do that!" she barked, not even realizing that she'd spoken aloud until a few heads turned their way.
Quick to diffuse the situation, Shepard waved her hand apathetically and grinned. "My girlfriend's mad at me because I'm covering the drinks for my best friend's birthday tonight, when I stuck her dad with the bill for her own big day. Now I'm in the doghouse." Only the humans in the crowd chuckled sympathetically, while the others looked confused at the cliché. "Point is, booze is still on me. Bottoms up!" The remaining groups cheered and lifted their glasses, while the commander narrowed her eyes at Liara, smirking. Careful there, Blue.
I ... sorry. Liara shrank back a bit, shyness overwhelming her.
Mmm, so where were we? Shepard pushed an errant strand of hair behind her ear as she refocused her train of thought. That's right, my fingers were in your mouth. I'm going to pull them out now and start massaging one of those sexy tendrils ... really digging the pads of my fingers into your skin ... pushing deep into the flesh, kneading it.
Liara's scalp tingled and she salivated. Feeling herself getting wet, she wriggled in her seat, crossing her legs. I ... Goddess, that ... it feels amazing, Shepard. You, um, you are probably making my biotics pulse by now. I ... am starting to feel something ... um. A throb ...
Knowing that the confession likely went beyond their imagined scenario, Shepard grinned wolfishly at her companion. Me too, Liara. You're making me wet. I love the way you squirm when I touch you like this. My fingers caress you softly as I get to the tip. I start to think about the way it would feel if I wrapped my lips around it and sucked ... very, very gently ... maybe nibbled a little, to see how you'd react ... Shepard slid her forefinger into her mouth coyly, her lips, tongue, and teeth emulating the scene. The suggestive nature of the act was not lost on Liara and she fought back a whimper. But instead I pull you into a deep kiss.
Liara's breathing grew heavier and she bounced her leg, antsy. I ... I like that very much, Shepard. I am growing impatient ... Her face flushed and she tensed her muscles, trying her hardest to keep her biotics from flaring up. My, um. My hands. They, um, start to run over your back. I want to get you out of your uniform. I feel so ... exposed compared to you. You ... Goddess, you look so gorgeous in that uniform, yet I want you out of it. Sometimes I feel as though I make no sense!
Shepard laughed and squeezed Liara's hand affectionately. You can take it off me, but I want you to keep that dress on. It's just the right length for what I want to do to you.
That caught Liara’s attention. Sitting back in her seat, her free hand grasped at the table as if she might fall over. And what is that? She searched Shepard’s mind for imagery to accompany the words, but the commander resisted, and offered a playful shake of the head.
Ah-ah. We haven’t gotten that far yet. Shepard licked her lips. She was enjoying the strange, sexy meld-banter with Liara, but it was getting more and more difficult to maintain the physical distance. All she wanted to do was press her mouth against the asari’s as they continued to tease each other in such a dangerously public manner. Have you gotten me out of my uniform yet?
Re: FemShep/Liara - Just for a Moment - 4/?
anonymous
July 9 2012, 14:16:50 UTC
Oh my god! Yes! Welcome back! I missed you so much. Is that weird thing to say to a stranger? Probably. I don't care. This is fucking incredible. It's like phonesex mixed with exhibitionism, so goddamn good.
Re: FemShep/Liara - Just for a Moment - 4/?
anonymous
July 9 2012, 17:55:12 UTC
What's even weirder is that I probably missed you guys even more.
I'm glad you like it -- I'm not sure if I hate it and I'm in an odd limbo place right now wondering if I should bother finishing it. But that makes me feel a little better.
Re: FemShep/Liara - Just for a Moment - 5/?
anonymous
July 9 2012, 17:44:45 UTC
Liara laughed nervously and stroked her chin. I ... I do not know if I can picture you sitting in this booth naked. It seems to me that, erm, after a few moments, given the texture of your skin and the fabric of the seat, um ... your backside may end up sticking to it ... She giggled at the imagery.
Shepard dragged her palm down her face and groaned, but quickly joined Liara in laughter. Fucking scientists. Your realism always gets in the way of our fantasies. Fine, then. Where are we?
A smile lit up the asari’s face, her shyness fading as she recalled a memory. Do you remember that hotel? Not far from the Presidium. I … I took you there, after you had picked up that new customized armor …
Shepard inhaled sharply. She remembered. But she wanted to relive it anyway. Remind me. Her free hand began to absently stroke the inside of her thigh, while her toes curled in her boots.
Liara rolled her darkened eyes. You know exactly what I am talking about, Shepard. But I will humor you. She uncrossed her legs and sighed, her own hand slipping up her leg, mirroring her companion. You called me over to help you … to make sure it fit right, looked right. Goddess, you looked unbelievable. Everything fit perfectly. It gleamed. You took off your helmet … and your hair spilled out over your face … and you looked at me, searching my eyes for something … for approval. And at that moment, I wanted you. Needed you. Right then. The asari’s mouth went dry, and she suddenly wished she’d taken up Shepard’s offer for another drink.
Sensing Liara’s need through the meld, Shepard waved down the volus bartender, who waddled over to their table. Liara quickly looked down. “How may I help you?” he asked helpfully.
“I need something strong. I don’t care what. Maybe something krogan,” Shepard said, her voice husky. She cleared her throat and hoped that most aliens couldn’t pick up on any clues that gave away human arousal. “Something a little lighter for my girlfriend, though.”
“I’ll take some brandy,” Liara piped in. “Serrice Ice. Please.” She smiled, but continued to hide her eyes. That is what you were drinking earlier, yes? At your earlier suggestion, I want to think about how your tongue might taste …
Shepard gnawed on her lip, color rushing to her cheeks, but looked relieved that the volus appeared to be oblivious. “May I get you anything else?”
“That’ll be all,” Shepard answered, too quickly and too tensely. Still, he shuffled back toward the bar to fix their order without another word. You’re evil. She clenched Liara’s hand, her palm beginning to sweat.
Says the woman who started this at all, Liara shot back with a smirk.
Shepard grinned. Never mind that. So, you needed me, mm?
You know very well what happened next, Shepard. You are projecting the imagery into my mind, whether you realize it or not. Are we not supposed to be imagining what we want to do to each other right now?
We’ll get back to that. Shepard fought the urge to brush her leg against Liara’s. Just … remind me what came next. I want to feel your voice tickle the back of my mind as you describe it. She breathed in deeply and gave her girlfriend an imploring gaze. Please, Liara.
Liara rubbed the back of her crest as she grinded against the seat of the booth. When Shepard looked at her like that, she could get whatever she wanted. I … I kissed you. You were beautiful. I pushed up against you, felt my breasts press against the metal of your suit. You … you were so surprised. She laughed and idly fidgeted with one of the straps on her dress. And confused. And for some reason, that excited me even more, and I --
“Your drinks, my friends,” the volus rasped happily, setting down the glasses in front of them. Liara blushed brightly, but managed to nod out her thanks.
Re: FemShep/Liara - Just for a Moment - 6/?
anonymous
July 9 2012, 23:48:45 UTC
The volus walked off, and Shepard wasted no time in grabbing the drink. She acknowledged its green tinge before knocking it back in a swift, fluid motion. She flinched and shook her head, shuddering at the flavor. You liked that I was confused?
Liara looked away and smiled, tracing a circle along the commander’s palm. Yes. I like knowing that I can surprise you sometimes. Throw the ever-prepared Commander Shepard off her game. She chuckled and lifted her glass to her lips, sipping on her drink much slower than her companion did. But … Goddess. Your response. The way you fell into me. The feel of your gloved fingers against my crest, your thigh urging up between mine … I am not sure how much more of this I can take. Will these people ever leave?
Shepard grimaced. The public teasing was unbearably fun, but she began feeling the same burn that was overwhelming Liara. She was eager to get somewhere private. I … I think another group may have left. Those quarians. Fuck, there are still about two dozen people here. As she surveyed the room, she didn’t notice anyone looking their way, and took a risk. Her hand slid up to the apex of her thighs and she pressed against herself firmly with the heel of her palm.
Feeling the echo of the sensation through the meld, Liara bit down on the side of her hand to keep from moaning. Shepard … be careful!
Sorry … I just … fuck. Shepard closed her eyes and her mind went blank for a moment. “My willpower is fading,” she whispered with a frustrated laugh.
Liara’s fingers tightened around Shepard’s. “Yes,” she replied with a sigh. “I do not know if I can ‘talk’ about this anymore … comfortably.”
Shepard gave Liara a sidelong glance, letting silence and blank thoughts hang for a moment. She lifted the asari’s hand to her mouth, her lips brushing against blue fingers. “Show me,” she murmured, a lopsided grin tugging at the corner of her mouth.
“Semantics, Shepard. As if doing that instead would help the situation …” Her voice trailed off, distracted by the delicate kisses against her skin. You promised to be good …
Show me. Just a little. Then I’ll stop. And if these fucking people are still here, we can get back to what we were talking about before. Shepard closed her eyes and softly kissed the inside of Liara’s wrist.
Liara took a deep breath, then focused. The world around them seemed to dissolve into blackness. Their essences and minds twined, piecing together the memory through both of their perspectives.
… Behind the shop’s privacy curtain, Liara kissed Shepard hungrily, her hands roaming over the commander’s new armor, feeling each bump, each dip, each subtle difference in texture. Eager fingers traced down the red stripe on Shepard’s arm. “I need you now ...”
Shepard’s eyes glazed over, still shocked by Liara’s reaction. She nearly made a wisecrack about the armor looking all right after all, but didn’t want to risk ruining the mood. “Then take me,” she growled, nipping Liara’s jaw as her hands explored the shallow crevices of the asari’s fringe …
The women gasped as they pulled out of the memory for a moment, staring at each other in awe. I could feel everything, Shepard. Liara gaped, not realizing the intensity of their meld.
That was … amazing. I could feel myself in the armor … taste your skin … feel every ridge along the back of your neck. Fuck … Shepard blinked and laughed, her skin tingling.
Now that you know this is possible, you are going to exploit this, aren’t you? Liara gave Shepard an admonishing look, but she couldn’t stop smiling.
Shepard ran her fingers through her hair, trying to catch her breath. Um … yes. She laughed again, shaking her head in astonishment. What next?
Even though Shepard wasn’t actually speaking, Liara could still sense the excitement in her words. The sensation was infectious. After another breath, she restored the deeper connection.
… Liara paced impatiently as Shepard settled up with the shop’s owner. The couple tore out of the building, Liara’s fingers tight around the commander’s hand.
The prompt asked for Shepard and Liara to tease each other through the meld while they were in public, basically.
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The night was winding down, and Commander Shepard took a few moments to shake the hands of departing guests. Tali's surprise birthday party had been a success, and the quarian was now busy sipping some sort of beverage through a straw, while draping rather conspicuously against Garrus' arm.
Small crowds still milled about the dim bar, but Shepard was getting tired. She glanced over at a corner table where Liara was sitting alone, brow furrowed at the scrolling data. Shaking her head sadly, the commander chuckled and ambled over to the asari. Sliding in next to the busy broker, Shepard sighed wearily. "You never stop, do you?" she asked, her tone playful.
Liara looked up, abashed. "Shepard! I ... I am sorry. I am being a very inconsiderate guest. I had some important data coming in, and everyone started grouping off, so I figured I should take the opportunity and--"
Shepard elbowed Liara gently. "Workaholic. I should go get you a drink."
"No!" Liara exclaimed quickly, cutting her off before she could get up. "Er, sorry. No. I have ... already had a bit more than I am used to, and I do not think it would be wise to embarrass myself." Her cheeks flushed, highlighting her freckles.
Quirking an eyebrow at her girlfriend, Shepard grinned deviously. She placed a hand on Liara's bare knee. "Afraid of doing something you might regret?"
Liara's blush deepened and she looked off at some unimportant spot on the wall. "I do not know what you are suggesting, Commander," she said, sticking out her tongue.
Shepard laughed and shifted, worming her arm around Liara's shoulders. Her eyes drifted up and down, and she realized that she was feeling a little intoxicated herself. Or maybe it's just the sight of her in that dress. "Remember the last time you wore something like this?" she asked, her tongue absently rolling over her teeth.
A smile crossed Liara's face. "Yes. It was the night we reconnected on the Normandy. The night you told me that you would always come back ..." Liara felt warm at the memory. Shepard had kept her promise.
"You should wear dresses more often," the commander murmured, her voice barely over a whisper. Her breath was warm against Liara's skin, and she brushed her lips against the crook of the asari's neck.
Liara bit down on her lip and looked around nervously. "I -- Shepard, Goddess," she huffed, squirming in her seat. She squeezed her thighs together and took a breath to regain her composure. "You don't g-give me much opportunity to do so, you know. They are not exactly practical on missions."
Shepard glanced over at the remaining guests, and upon seeing that none of them were focused on their quiet little table, she trailed her tongue along one of the firm ridges of Liara's fringe. "So. What you're saying is that I should take you on more dates."
A breath got caught in Liara's throat. "Right now, Shepard, it might best if you took me back to the ship ..." Her blush was spreading so rapidly that it began coloring her fringe. She couldn't believe what she was suggesting. She was here in honor of Tali, one of her closest friends, and if she wasn't, she had about a thousand other issues she needed to work on. But Shepard ... Goddess, Shepard ...
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Liara's wide blue eyes darted around the room. It seemed as though so many people had left, yet much of the crowd remained. She fidgeted impatiently. Think of your book. Think of your research. Think of how much you still need to discuss with Javik. That, if anything, should turn you off! Hmm, 'turn you off'. Shepard really has gotten you using a rather lot of human idioms, hasn't she?
Suddenly, she snapped out of her line of thought. Shepard's hand was back on her knee, snaking up her thigh. They may have had too much to drink, but this she couldn't handle. She slapped at the commander's hand and glared. "Shepard! We both know that we cannot fool around like oversexed adolescents. We ... we have reputations to consider!" She searched the human's eyes, and saw a flicker of concession. She wasn't sure whether she was satisfied or disappointed.
"You're right," Shepard said with a grunt. She bit the inside of her lip, attempting to summon willpower that was nowhere to be found. "Ah, fuck it." She leaned in close, giving Liara a pointed look, and whispered, "Join with me."
Liara gaped. "Are you -- Shepard! Are you kidding me?" she hissed, glancing around in paranoia. "We cannot ..." She paused, cupping a hand around her mouth, then lowered her voice. "We cannot make love here! You -- you know that we cannot!"
Shepard grinned drunkenly at her companion. "I know that, Liara. But that doesn't mean we can't, you know. Meld a little. I have some things to shoooww yoouu ..." she cooed in a sing-song voice, her eyes sparkling.
Fiddling with the empty glass in front of her, Liara shook her head vigorously. "No. No! You are just asking for trouble, Shepard. I cannot -- will not -- do that here. People will see my eyes are black! Goddess, they will know exactly what we are doing!"
Waving a hand in dismissal, Shepard replied, "Oh, please. They're all caught up in their own business. It's dark enough in here that people won't notice what color your damn eyes are. Shield them if you have to. They'll just think you're drunk." She scooted about a foot away from the asari by way of compromise. "Look. I won't even put my mouth on you. I won't fool around with your crest. No sneaking my hand up your dress. Just ... join with me. I need you, Liara." She placed her hand against the seat of the booth, palm open -- an invitation.
Those last four words made Liara ache. "Oh ... Goddess." She took in a breath and held it, her eyes closing. She felt her resolve weakening. "Fine, Shepard. But just for a moment ..." Slender blue fingers curled around Shepard's warm digits as her eyes swirled into darkness.
The first moment upon merging with Shepard always made Liara tingle. Nothing felt quite so comfortable, so warm, and so peaceful. Even in their first melds, despite how exhausting they were, and how the disturbing images haunted her afterward, there was a level of affection and trust that radiated from the commander that always put her at ease.
Of course, their melds now served an entirely different purpose. Though she continued to find peace in them, that was simply the undertone. More than anything, she felt excitement. All of her senses heightened when she and Shepard joined, and it exhilarated her. Now, for the first time, they were doing it publicly, and her stomach turned with anxiety. The rush of adrenaline she felt rivaled what she experienced at some of her greatest archaeological discoveries or her most intense battlefield successes.
Do you feel me, Liara? Shepard looked at her pointedly, though she kept her promise, maintaining her distance.
Yes. Goddess. What -- what is the purpose of this, Shepard?
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Liara couldn't help but smile. Though she and the commander had spent most of the night apart, talking to separate groups of people, they stole continuous glances at each other. She longed to run her fingers through the human's short red hair, unfasten the buttons of her pressed Alliance uniform, kiss her soft lips ...
You can do that, Liara. You can have it all.
The asari blinked, then slouched a bit. A side effect of the meld was that her partner knew every bit of what she was actively thinking, and she immediately embarrassed herself. Shepard squeezed her fingers in reassurance.
Tell me what you want.
Liara swallowed deeply. I ... I want to run my tongue across your lower lip ... slide it into your mouth ... taste what's on your breath ...
Shepard grinned. She knew Liara was shy, so she ran her thumb gently along the back of her hand. That sounds amazing, Liara. I'd love that. I've been drinking Serrice Ice ... you can probably taste it, ever-so-slightly, on my tongue.
A shiver tickled Liara's spine. It was as though she could suddenly sense the flavor in her own mouth. Goddess ...
Several quarians passed their table and the couple nodded toward them amiably, Liara's gaze downcast to not give away her eye color. Shepard shot a look to her girlfriend once they were alone again. As you kiss me, I touch your crest. My fingers slip up and down the raised parts of your fringe, then slide upward ... I know how much you like the way I stroke the tendrils all the way to the tips ... maybe I'll pause the kiss, get my fingers wet first. Will you suck them for me?
Liara gasped, then quickly glanced around to make sure no one heard her make the noise. She wasn't sure how far Shepard planned to take this, and she still felt incredibly bashful about it what she was thinking. Did she want Shepard to stop? Not really ... not now. The imagery was striking. I ... yes. I take your index finger and bring it to my lips. I stare at you while slide the tip inside my mouth. I ... um ... I slide my tongue against your skin ...
Shepard closed her eyes and groaned, the noise quiet -- only audible to the two of them, as if sharing a special secret. She leaned back against the cushion of the booth. I love how warm it feels, Liara. So warm and wet ... like I'm pushing in between your legs.
Clenching her jaw, Liara braced herself, trying her hardest not to make any noise. She felt her heartbeat throbbing between her legs and she adjusted her position, her free hand tugging down on the hem of her dress. Um ... I -- I swirl my tongue around your fingertip, then suck at your finger ... bring it in deeper ... Goddess, I -- I love the way your skin tastes, Shepard. I, um. I'm getting it wet for you ...
Oh, fuck. Yes, Liara. Suck on it ... softly ... take another one of my fingers in, too. Shepard's breathing grew slightly haggard, picking up almost unnoticeably.
Yes ... okay, yes. I grasp your hand in both of mine ... and I kiss your middle finger ... softly ... and then I pull it into my mouth. I, um, I suck on both fingers, all the way down to your third knuckle ... then I pump them in and out ... Liara blushed furiously. She could never say things like this out loud, but this was practically the equivalent.
Shepard clenched her free hand into a fist. I really want to touch myself right now, Liara. You're so fucking hot. She huffed out a breath, causing a stray lock of hair to fall into her face. Keep going ...
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This is definitely off to a delicious start.
And yes. Keep going, Liara...
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Moar! Erm.... Where's my manners.
Please, more. :D
Another fic I'm F5ing hardcore from now on.
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Quick to diffuse the situation, Shepard waved her hand apathetically and grinned. "My girlfriend's mad at me because I'm covering the drinks for my best friend's birthday tonight, when I stuck her dad with the bill for her own big day. Now I'm in the doghouse." Only the humans in the crowd chuckled sympathetically, while the others looked confused at the cliché. "Point is, booze is still on me. Bottoms up!" The remaining groups cheered and lifted their glasses, while the commander narrowed her eyes at Liara, smirking. Careful there, Blue.
I ... sorry. Liara shrank back a bit, shyness overwhelming her.
Mmm, so where were we? Shepard pushed an errant strand of hair behind her ear as she refocused her train of thought. That's right, my fingers were in your mouth. I'm going to pull them out now and start massaging one of those sexy tendrils ... really digging the pads of my fingers into your skin ... pushing deep into the flesh, kneading it.
Liara's scalp tingled and she salivated. Feeling herself getting wet, she wriggled in her seat, crossing her legs. I ... Goddess, that ... it feels amazing, Shepard. You, um, you are probably making my biotics pulse by now. I ... am starting to feel something ... um. A throb ...
Knowing that the confession likely went beyond their imagined scenario, Shepard grinned wolfishly at her companion. Me too, Liara. You're making me wet. I love the way you squirm when I touch you like this. My fingers caress you softly as I get to the tip. I start to think about the way it would feel if I wrapped my lips around it and sucked ... very, very gently ... maybe nibbled a little, to see how you'd react ... Shepard slid her forefinger into her mouth coyly, her lips, tongue, and teeth emulating the scene. The suggestive nature of the act was not lost on Liara and she fought back a whimper. But instead I pull you into a deep kiss.
Liara's breathing grew heavier and she bounced her leg, antsy. I ... I like that very much, Shepard. I am growing impatient ... Her face flushed and she tensed her muscles, trying her hardest to keep her biotics from flaring up. My, um. My hands. They, um, start to run over your back. I want to get you out of your uniform. I feel so ... exposed compared to you. You ... Goddess, you look so gorgeous in that uniform, yet I want you out of it. Sometimes I feel as though I make no sense!
Shepard laughed and squeezed Liara's hand affectionately. You can take it off me, but I want you to keep that dress on. It's just the right length for what I want to do to you.
That caught Liara’s attention. Sitting back in her seat, her free hand grasped at the table as if she might fall over. And what is that? She searched Shepard’s mind for imagery to accompany the words, but the commander resisted, and offered a playful shake of the head.
Ah-ah. We haven’t gotten that far yet. Shepard licked her lips. She was enjoying the strange, sexy meld-banter with Liara, but it was getting more and more difficult to maintain the physical distance. All she wanted to do was press her mouth against the asari’s as they continued to tease each other in such a dangerously public manner. Have you gotten me out of my uniform yet?
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I'm glad you like it -- I'm not sure if I hate it and I'm in an odd limbo place right now wondering if I should bother finishing it. But that makes me feel a little better.
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Shepard dragged her palm down her face and groaned, but quickly joined Liara in laughter. Fucking scientists. Your realism always gets in the way of our fantasies. Fine, then. Where are we?
A smile lit up the asari’s face, her shyness fading as she recalled a memory. Do you remember that hotel? Not far from the Presidium. I … I took you there, after you had picked up that new customized armor …
Shepard inhaled sharply. She remembered. But she wanted to relive it anyway. Remind me. Her free hand began to absently stroke the inside of her thigh, while her toes curled in her boots.
Liara rolled her darkened eyes. You know exactly what I am talking about, Shepard. But I will humor you. She uncrossed her legs and sighed, her own hand slipping up her leg, mirroring her companion. You called me over to help you … to make sure it fit right, looked right. Goddess, you looked unbelievable. Everything fit perfectly. It gleamed. You took off your helmet … and your hair spilled out over your face … and you looked at me, searching my eyes for something … for approval. And at that moment, I wanted you. Needed you. Right then. The asari’s mouth went dry, and she suddenly wished she’d taken up Shepard’s offer for another drink.
Sensing Liara’s need through the meld, Shepard waved down the volus bartender, who waddled over to their table. Liara quickly looked down. “How may I help you?” he asked helpfully.
“I need something strong. I don’t care what. Maybe something krogan,” Shepard said, her voice husky. She cleared her throat and hoped that most aliens couldn’t pick up on any clues that gave away human arousal. “Something a little lighter for my girlfriend, though.”
“I’ll take some brandy,” Liara piped in. “Serrice Ice. Please.” She smiled, but continued to hide her eyes. That is what you were drinking earlier, yes? At your earlier suggestion, I want to think about how your tongue might taste …
Shepard gnawed on her lip, color rushing to her cheeks, but looked relieved that the volus appeared to be oblivious. “May I get you anything else?”
“That’ll be all,” Shepard answered, too quickly and too tensely. Still, he shuffled back toward the bar to fix their order without another word. You’re evil. She clenched Liara’s hand, her palm beginning to sweat.
Says the woman who started this at all, Liara shot back with a smirk.
Shepard grinned. Never mind that. So, you needed me, mm?
You know very well what happened next, Shepard. You are projecting the imagery into my mind, whether you realize it or not. Are we not supposed to be imagining what we want to do to each other right now?
We’ll get back to that. Shepard fought the urge to brush her leg against Liara’s. Just … remind me what came next. I want to feel your voice tickle the back of my mind as you describe it. She breathed in deeply and gave her girlfriend an imploring gaze. Please, Liara.
Liara rubbed the back of her crest as she grinded against the seat of the booth. When Shepard looked at her like that, she could get whatever she wanted. I … I kissed you. You were beautiful. I pushed up against you, felt my breasts press against the metal of your suit. You … you were so surprised. She laughed and idly fidgeted with one of the straps on her dress. And confused. And for some reason, that excited me even more, and I --
“Your drinks, my friends,” the volus rasped happily, setting down the glasses in front of them. Liara blushed brightly, but managed to nod out her thanks.
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Liara looked away and smiled, tracing a circle along the commander’s palm. Yes. I like knowing that I can surprise you sometimes. Throw the ever-prepared Commander Shepard off her game. She chuckled and lifted her glass to her lips, sipping on her drink much slower than her companion did. But … Goddess. Your response. The way you fell into me. The feel of your gloved fingers against my crest, your thigh urging up between mine … I am not sure how much more of this I can take. Will these people ever leave?
Shepard grimaced. The public teasing was unbearably fun, but she began feeling the same burn that was overwhelming Liara. She was eager to get somewhere private. I … I think another group may have left. Those quarians. Fuck, there are still about two dozen people here. As she surveyed the room, she didn’t notice anyone looking their way, and took a risk. Her hand slid up to the apex of her thighs and she pressed against herself firmly with the heel of her palm.
Feeling the echo of the sensation through the meld, Liara bit down on the side of her hand to keep from moaning. Shepard … be careful!
Sorry … I just … fuck. Shepard closed her eyes and her mind went blank for a moment. “My willpower is fading,” she whispered with a frustrated laugh.
Liara’s fingers tightened around Shepard’s. “Yes,” she replied with a sigh. “I do not know if I can ‘talk’ about this anymore … comfortably.”
Shepard gave Liara a sidelong glance, letting silence and blank thoughts hang for a moment. She lifted the asari’s hand to her mouth, her lips brushing against blue fingers. “Show me,” she murmured, a lopsided grin tugging at the corner of her mouth.
“Semantics, Shepard. As if doing that instead would help the situation …” Her voice trailed off, distracted by the delicate kisses against her skin. You promised to be good …
Show me. Just a little. Then I’ll stop. And if these fucking people are still here, we can get back to what we were talking about before. Shepard closed her eyes and softly kissed the inside of Liara’s wrist.
Liara took a deep breath, then focused. The world around them seemed to dissolve into blackness. Their essences and minds twined, piecing together the memory through both of their perspectives.
… Behind the shop’s privacy curtain, Liara kissed Shepard hungrily, her hands roaming over the commander’s new armor, feeling each bump, each dip, each subtle difference in texture. Eager fingers traced down the red stripe on Shepard’s arm. “I need you now ...”
Shepard’s eyes glazed over, still shocked by Liara’s reaction. She nearly made a wisecrack about the armor looking all right after all, but didn’t want to risk ruining the mood. “Then take me,” she growled, nipping Liara’s jaw as her hands explored the shallow crevices of the asari’s fringe …
The women gasped as they pulled out of the memory for a moment, staring at each other in awe. I could feel everything, Shepard. Liara gaped, not realizing the intensity of their meld.
That was … amazing. I could feel myself in the armor … taste your skin … feel every ridge along the back of your neck. Fuck … Shepard blinked and laughed, her skin tingling.
Now that you know this is possible, you are going to exploit this, aren’t you? Liara gave Shepard an admonishing look, but she couldn’t stop smiling.
Shepard ran her fingers through her hair, trying to catch her breath. Um … yes. She laughed again, shaking her head in astonishment. What next?
Even though Shepard wasn’t actually speaking, Liara could still sense the excitement in her words. The sensation was infectious. After another breath, she restored the deeper connection.
… Liara paced impatiently as Shepard settled up with the shop’s owner. The couple tore out of the building, Liara’s fingers tight around the commander’s hand.
“Back to the ship?” Shepard asked, breathless.
“Too far.”
“Then where?”
“I know a place …”
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I'm smiling right now cause of you
Smashing!
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