More than just muscles and scars, part 2
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July 13 2013, 13:27:16 UTC
”Mmm, see, just what I needed. I feel fully energized,” Shepard said in a teasing tone and Liara swatted her still clothed stomach. ”Why don't you take this off?” She asked as she turned to her side to look at Shepard and rested her head in her hand while the other tugged at Shepard's shirt, ”It's hardly fair that I never get to see you naked.” Shepard stopped smiling and sat up. ”It is not that I don't want you to see me naked,” she said, ”There are just some things that... I'm not comfortable with. Some things that I would rather you didn't know.” ”But I want to know,” Liara insisted. ”As silly as it might seem, I want to know everything about you.” Shepard seemed to think for a moment, her face frowning. Liara moved forward, wanting her to relax and stop worrying so much. She wanted her commander to feel comfortable enough to share her past with her.
”Just...” Shepard began as she slowly reached down to pull her t-shirt off, but didn't continue her sentence. She had never been worried about anyone seeing her naked, her scars and tattoos a proud mark of how much of a survivor she was. But she really didn't want Liara to know. She had never cared before, never even stopped to think about how she was coming across. She ran her ship the way she ran her life: as a renegade. But Liara made her soft and she wanted to shield her lover from the harsher truths of her past.
Liara couldn't help but gasp when Shepard's t-shirt finally came off, exposing her torso and the scars and markings that adorned her there. Shepard looked down, thinking that Liara's gasp was due to shock or revulsion, but that couldn't have been further from the truth. ”You are so beautiful,” Liara breathed, ”So incredibly beautiful.” She touched Shepard's naked shoulder for the first time and couldn't help but tremble when she felt the muscle there. She trailed her fingers downwards, completely mesmerised by the sight of her lover. Shepard dared to look up now, looking hopeful but still insecure. She leaned back and let Liara explore to her heart's delight.
Liara had known that Shepard had had scars and tattoos but she was still surprised. The spectre had had a hard life, growing up as an orphan on earth, a biotic orphan at that, joining a gang and then joining the Alliance at the age of 18. Her service hadn't been easy either. A sole survivor of Akuze. There was a reason why Shepard always felt tense.
At first Liara couldn't get over the simple pleasure of having bare skin under her hands and she ran her hands over Shepard’s arms and shoulders but soon it wasn't enough and she wanted to explore. Shepard had seemed to relax and was laid back with her eyes closed, simply enjoying Liara's touch.
The first thing Liara noticed when her eyes travelled lower was the horrid, angry scar that stretched from the top of Shepard's left breast towards her navel. Liara couldn't help but shudder when she noticed that Shepard's left nipple was simply missing; she didn't want to think about how Shepard had gotten that scar. Without noticing, Liara had stopped moving her hands and Shepard opened one eye to see what it was Liara was looking at. She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry.
”Why don't you take this off?” She asked as she turned to her side to look at Shepard and rested her head in her hand while the other tugged at Shepard's shirt, ”It's hardly fair that I never get to see you naked.”
Shepard stopped smiling and sat up.
”It is not that I don't want you to see me naked,” she said, ”There are just some things that... I'm not comfortable with. Some things that I would rather you didn't know.”
”But I want to know,” Liara insisted. ”As silly as it might seem, I want to know everything about you.”
Shepard seemed to think for a moment, her face frowning. Liara moved forward, wanting her to relax and stop worrying so much. She wanted her commander to feel comfortable enough to share her past with her.
”Just...” Shepard began as she slowly reached down to pull her t-shirt off, but didn't continue her sentence. She had never been worried about anyone seeing her naked, her scars and tattoos a proud mark of how much of a survivor she was. But she really didn't want Liara to know. She had never cared before, never even stopped to think about how she was coming across. She ran her ship the way she ran her life: as a renegade. But Liara made her soft and she wanted to shield her lover from the harsher truths of her past.
Liara couldn't help but gasp when Shepard's t-shirt finally came off, exposing her torso and the scars and markings that adorned her there. Shepard looked down, thinking that Liara's gasp was due to shock or revulsion, but that couldn't have been further from the truth.
”You are so beautiful,” Liara breathed, ”So incredibly beautiful.” She touched Shepard's naked shoulder for the first time and couldn't help but tremble when she felt the muscle there. She trailed her fingers downwards, completely mesmerised by the sight of her lover. Shepard dared to look up now, looking hopeful but still insecure. She leaned back and let Liara explore to her heart's delight.
Liara had known that Shepard had had scars and tattoos but she was still surprised. The spectre had had a hard life, growing up as an orphan on earth, a biotic orphan at that, joining a gang and then joining the Alliance at the age of 18. Her service hadn't been easy either. A sole survivor of Akuze. There was a reason why Shepard always felt tense.
At first Liara couldn't get over the simple pleasure of having bare skin under her hands and she ran her hands over Shepard’s arms and shoulders but soon it wasn't enough and she wanted to explore. Shepard had seemed to relax and was laid back with her eyes closed, simply enjoying Liara's touch.
The first thing Liara noticed when her eyes travelled lower was the horrid, angry scar that stretched from the top of Shepard's left breast towards her navel. Liara couldn't help but shudder when she noticed that Shepard's left nipple was simply missing; she didn't want to think about how Shepard had gotten that scar. Without noticing, Liara had stopped moving her hands and Shepard opened one eye to see what it was Liara was looking at. She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry.
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