Re: FemShep/Liara - Just for a Moment - 7/?
anonymous
July 10 2012, 16:44:46 UTC
The couple hailed a taxi, and though the hotel was only a couple of minutes away, Liara couldn’t keep her hands off of Shepard. She crawled into the human’s lap, ducking her head slightly in the cramped backseat of the skycar. “Shepard,” she whispered, her tongue rolling out over the commander’s lower lip.
“Uh … I’m not sure if that’s safe,” mumbled the turian driver, nervously eyeing his mirror.
“Neither is headbutting a krogan, but I’ve done that, too,” Shepard replied tersely. “Go.”
Shepard rubbed the back of her neck and shifted in her seat. She was practically beaming. “I couldn’t believe you didn’t even care about that guy watching us. You’re usually so shy and reserved,” she whispered, kissing the tips of each of Liara’s fingers.
A blush heated Liara’s cheeks. “I … do not know what got into me. I suppose it was the same thing that now has me melding with you at our friend’s birthday party,” she remarked, shaking her head at her own behavior. She took another sip of brandy and lifted her hips to adjust her dress. “Oh … Goddess.” The motion made her aware of just how wet she was, and she shot a look toward Shepard, hoping she hadn’t noticed.
Unfortunately, Shepard’s wide eyes and toothy grin meant that she knew exactly what Liara was self-conscious about. “Damn, Liara. We haven’t even gotten to the good part yet,” she teased.
Liara sighed. “Fucking meld …”
Shepard choked back a laugh. “Now I really know how turned on you are. You’ve started swearing.”
Eager to change the subject, Liara cleared her throat and murmured, “Did you want to continue or not?”
After surveying the room once more and stealing a sip of her girlfriend’s drink, Shepard nodded emphatically. “Can we just skip straight to the room, though? I don’t need a vivid rehash of the hanar checking us in at the registration desk.”
Liara chuckled and squeezed Shepard’s palm. “Yes, Commander,” she cooed quietly, her eyes closing as everything around them fell away.
Liara held up her hand and the door to their hotel room swished open. The space was enormous - far larger than the cabin they were used to on the ship - and the huge, plush bed immediately tempted them. Shepard tossed the bag holding her casual clothes onto the nearby desk, and began twisting her body in an attempt to work her way out of the armor.
“No. Leave it on.”
Shepard blinked. “What?”
“Leave it on,” Liara repeated, her voice sultry. “Please.” She paused and smirked, adding, “… Commander.”
Shepard couldn’t help but smile at that, but she still looked dumbfounded. “I … uh. Okay.”
Liara licked her lips and fumbled with the zipper of her pants. “Go kneel in front of the bed … please.”
A wry grin spread across Shepard’s face. She ran her tongue along her teeth and nodded. “Of course, Doctor,” she murmured, her tone darkened with lust. She rolled her shoulders back and Liara gasped, admiring how she looked somehow larger than life in that glossy armor. As the commander did as she was told, Liara shivered at the sight, quickly pushing down her pants and underwear.
“Fuck … I can feel how turned on you were,” Shepard growled, her fingers walking up her thigh. “This is incredibly hot.”
“Hush,” Liara replied with a smile, too impatient to relive the memory than prolong it any further.
Stepping out of her bunched-up clothing, Liara eagerly strode over to the bed, perching on its edge, directly in front of Shepard. “You know what I want,” she said evenly, her blue eyes burning with hunger.
Shepard stared unabashedly. She breathed in and moaned, the scent of Liara’s arousal unmistakable. Leaning forward, only about an inch away from the asari’s skin, she murmured, “Tell me.”
Liara quirked one of her brows and smiled. Normally such a request would embarrass her, but there was something about the ache between her legs that instilled her with confidence. “Fuck me with your mouth, Shepard.”
The shameless order made the hairs on the back of Shepard’s neck prickle. “Yes, Liara,” she whispered reverently, her lips falling against the asari’s glistening folds.
“Uh … I’m not sure if that’s safe,” mumbled the turian driver, nervously eyeing his mirror.
“Neither is headbutting a krogan, but I’ve done that, too,” Shepard replied tersely. “Go.”
Shepard rubbed the back of her neck and shifted in her seat. She was practically beaming. “I couldn’t believe you didn’t even care about that guy watching us. You’re usually so shy and reserved,” she whispered, kissing the tips of each of Liara’s fingers.
A blush heated Liara’s cheeks. “I … do not know what got into me. I suppose it was the same thing that now has me melding with you at our friend’s birthday party,” she remarked, shaking her head at her own behavior. She took another sip of brandy and lifted her hips to adjust her dress. “Oh … Goddess.” The motion made her aware of just how wet she was, and she shot a look toward Shepard, hoping she hadn’t noticed.
Unfortunately, Shepard’s wide eyes and toothy grin meant that she knew exactly what Liara was self-conscious about. “Damn, Liara. We haven’t even gotten to the good part yet,” she teased.
Liara sighed. “Fucking meld …”
Shepard choked back a laugh. “Now I really know how turned on you are. You’ve started swearing.”
Eager to change the subject, Liara cleared her throat and murmured, “Did you want to continue or not?”
After surveying the room once more and stealing a sip of her girlfriend’s drink, Shepard nodded emphatically. “Can we just skip straight to the room, though? I don’t need a vivid rehash of the hanar checking us in at the registration desk.”
Liara chuckled and squeezed Shepard’s palm. “Yes, Commander,” she cooed quietly, her eyes closing as everything around them fell away.
Liara held up her hand and the door to their hotel room swished open. The space was enormous - far larger than the cabin they were used to on the ship - and the huge, plush bed immediately tempted them. Shepard tossed the bag holding her casual clothes onto the nearby desk, and began twisting her body in an attempt to work her way out of the armor.
“No. Leave it on.”
Shepard blinked. “What?”
“Leave it on,” Liara repeated, her voice sultry. “Please.” She paused and smirked, adding, “… Commander.”
Shepard couldn’t help but smile at that, but she still looked dumbfounded. “I … uh. Okay.”
Liara licked her lips and fumbled with the zipper of her pants. “Go kneel in front of the bed … please.”
A wry grin spread across Shepard’s face. She ran her tongue along her teeth and nodded. “Of course, Doctor,” she murmured, her tone darkened with lust. She rolled her shoulders back and Liara gasped, admiring how she looked somehow larger than life in that glossy armor. As the commander did as she was told, Liara shivered at the sight, quickly pushing down her pants and underwear.
“Fuck … I can feel how turned on you were,” Shepard growled, her fingers walking up her thigh. “This is incredibly hot.”
“Hush,” Liara replied with a smile, too impatient to relive the memory than prolong it any further.
Stepping out of her bunched-up clothing, Liara eagerly strode over to the bed, perching on its edge, directly in front of Shepard. “You know what I want,” she said evenly, her blue eyes burning with hunger.
Shepard stared unabashedly. She breathed in and moaned, the scent of Liara’s arousal unmistakable. Leaning forward, only about an inch away from the asari’s skin, she murmured, “Tell me.”
Liara quirked one of her brows and smiled. Normally such a request would embarrass her, but there was something about the ache between her legs that instilled her with confidence. “Fuck me with your mouth, Shepard.”
The shameless order made the hairs on the back of Shepard’s neck prickle. “Yes, Liara,” she whispered reverently, her lips falling against the asari’s glistening folds.
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