Conflict Of Interest 122/?
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May 31 2013, 16:12:39 UTC
Shepard frowned when she saw that Liara had changed into her purple and black ensemble, which was slightly tighter around her midsection. "I thought we talked about this," Shepard said as she walked up to Liara. "I thought we decided that you would coordinate everything from the ship..."
Liara gave her bondmate a smile that was one part affection and one part exasperation. "You decided that, Shepard. Not me."
Not wanting to intrude on what was obviously a private moment, Tali nudged Garrus in the side. "Let's go sit in the drop shuttle. It should only be another minute."
Garrus didn't need convincing. "Good idea," he said. "Lead the way."
Khalisah, on the other hand, was watching the pair with rapt attention, her camera hovering beside her head. Aria shot her a glare, but the reporter wasn't looking in her direction.
Ignoring everyone else around them, Shepard sighed, reaching out to cradle Liara's hips in her hands. She pressed their foreheads together, and her palms wandered from the flare of Liara's hips to the barely noticeable swell in her abdomen. "Liara, please..." she whispered beside her bondmate's crest.
But Liara would not be swayed. "I have never sustained a serious injury on one of your missions, Shepard."
"What about the time a tank fell on you? Or the time you went tumbling off a building with Vasir? Or the time -"
Liara silenced Shepard with a brief, hard kiss before pulling away and walking towards the shuttle. Shepard stared at her retreating figure for a few moments before trailing after her, her forehead still creased with worry.
In more lighthearted circumstances, Aria would have made fun of Shepard for being unable to hold up her end of the argument, but this time, she felt a lance of sympathy. Perhaps it was because her own bondmate was still missing, and possibly injured. She turned on Khalisah, who was practically salivating. "Give me the camera."
Khalisah suddenly noticed Aria's presence beside her, and nearly jumped. "What? I can't -"
"Give me the camera," she repeated, narrowing her eyes. "Don't make me say it again."
Realizing that arguing with Aria could be hazardous to her health, Khalisah reluctantly reached for the camera floating beside her head and passed it over to Aria. Fortunately, it wasn't difficult to figure out the settings and delete the last few minutes of footage. Once she was satisfied that the intensely personal moment was wiped from the camera, she shoved it back into Khalisah's hands and headed for the shuttle herself. She sincerely hoped that Liara had a good reason for bringing Khalisah along, because the reporter was starting to wear at her already frayed nerves.
Liara gave her bondmate a smile that was one part affection and one part exasperation. "You decided that, Shepard. Not me."
Not wanting to intrude on what was obviously a private moment, Tali nudged Garrus in the side. "Let's go sit in the drop shuttle. It should only be another minute."
Garrus didn't need convincing. "Good idea," he said. "Lead the way."
Khalisah, on the other hand, was watching the pair with rapt attention, her camera hovering beside her head. Aria shot her a glare, but the reporter wasn't looking in her direction.
Ignoring everyone else around them, Shepard sighed, reaching out to cradle Liara's hips in her hands. She pressed their foreheads together, and her palms wandered from the flare of Liara's hips to the barely noticeable swell in her abdomen. "Liara, please..." she whispered beside her bondmate's crest.
But Liara would not be swayed. "I have never sustained a serious injury on one of your missions, Shepard."
"What about the time a tank fell on you? Or the time you went tumbling off a building with Vasir? Or the time -"
Liara silenced Shepard with a brief, hard kiss before pulling away and walking towards the shuttle. Shepard stared at her retreating figure for a few moments before trailing after her, her forehead still creased with worry.
In more lighthearted circumstances, Aria would have made fun of Shepard for being unable to hold up her end of the argument, but this time, she felt a lance of sympathy. Perhaps it was because her own bondmate was still missing, and possibly injured. She turned on Khalisah, who was practically salivating. "Give me the camera."
Khalisah suddenly noticed Aria's presence beside her, and nearly jumped. "What? I can't -"
"Give me the camera," she repeated, narrowing her eyes. "Don't make me say it again."
Realizing that arguing with Aria could be hazardous to her health, Khalisah reluctantly reached for the camera floating beside her head and passed it over to Aria. Fortunately, it wasn't difficult to figure out the settings and delete the last few minutes of footage. Once she was satisfied that the intensely personal moment was wiped from the camera, she shoved it back into Khalisah's hands and headed for the shuttle herself. She sincerely hoped that Liara had a good reason for bringing Khalisah along, because the reporter was starting to wear at her already frayed nerves.
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