Fill: We Shall Always Be You And I (FemShep/Liara 4/4)
anonymous
December 25 2013, 10:36:24 UTC
The explosion is marvelous; I ride out the waves with her. And, we are glorious. I hold her limp body as she recovers. Her music filling this silence beautifully as well.
I hear the loudness of Shepard’s mind a second before she rolls on top of me. There is so much she never says out loud, but I hear it. I hear her. And, her kisses are like fire and her touch is like lightning. She moves across the planes and curves of my body like a force of nature: unstoppable, untamable. All passion and heat and want. All need. All love.
I’m lost before she’s even started because her mind is touching mine in a way so beyond physical it feels spiritual. And, I witness her beautiful soul love mine, our bodies just follow.
“We shall always be you and I.” She says it with her fingers buried in me, pushing me toward ecstasy, toward oblivion. She whispers it against my cheek where her face is pressed. She says it with her eyes closed. She says it likes it’s fact. Like it’s hope. Like it’s prayer.
“This isn’t goodbye, Shepard,” I’m panting, pulling her closer, about to lose my mind. Not yet, goddess, not yet. Let goodbye never come. And, I feel my orgasm coil inside me, tightening, tightening, tightening, until Shepard’s fingers rub just right and the tension explodes like a loaded spring. And I unravel. Heat, wetness, love, desire, eternity spill through me and I’m coming until I’m emptied.
“Hey.” And she’s solid and real. “I’m here.” Her heat surrounds me and I cling to her.
“Are we going to win this war?” It’s out before I can stop it.
“I don’t know, Liara. But, I don’t plan on losing.”
I know it’s all she can give, but it doesn’t feel like enough. And I love her, but that won’t be enough to bring her back a second time. War is hell.
Her jazz musicians are still playing softly in the background. That beauty has endured centuries. Perhaps hope isn’t extinguished.
“But,” I hold her face and I close my eyes, “we shall always be you and I.” I say it like it’s fact. Like it’s hope. Like it’s prayer.
Re: Fill: We Shall Always Be You And I (FemShep/Liara 4/4)
anonymous
December 26 2013, 05:36:56 UTC
Wow Anon… you put into beautiful words everything I thought I felt when it came to the romanced Liara during the entire end game: Conflicted between resignation and hope - knowing that the end had the highest probability of taking Shepard while still hoping it wouldn't be.
Re: Fill: We Shall Always Be You And I (FemShep/Liara 4/4)
anonymous
December 29 2013, 17:52:51 UTC
OP here. That was beautiful, and just what I wanted to read. You capture Liara incredibly well, better than virtually ever other a!a I've read. Usually the first-person perspective would be off-putting but your use of it here is pitch-perfect for the story.
I hear the loudness of Shepard’s mind a second before she rolls on top of me. There is so much she never says out loud, but I hear it. I hear her. And, her kisses are like fire and her touch is like lightning. She moves across the planes and curves of my body like a force of nature: unstoppable, untamable. All passion and heat and want. All need. All love.
I’m lost before she’s even started because her mind is touching mine in a way so beyond physical it feels spiritual. And, I witness her beautiful soul love mine, our bodies just follow.
“We shall always be you and I.” She says it with her fingers buried in me, pushing me toward ecstasy, toward oblivion. She whispers it against my cheek where her face is pressed. She says it with her eyes closed. She says it likes it’s fact. Like it’s hope. Like it’s prayer.
“This isn’t goodbye, Shepard,” I’m panting, pulling her closer, about to lose my mind. Not yet, goddess, not yet. Let goodbye never come. And, I feel my orgasm coil inside me, tightening, tightening, tightening, until Shepard’s fingers rub just right and the tension explodes like a loaded spring. And I unravel. Heat, wetness, love, desire, eternity spill through me and I’m coming until I’m emptied.
“Hey.” And she’s solid and real. “I’m here.” Her heat surrounds me and I cling to her.
“Are we going to win this war?” It’s out before I can stop it.
“I don’t know, Liara. But, I don’t plan on losing.”
I know it’s all she can give, but it doesn’t feel like enough. And I love her, but that won’t be enough to bring her back a second time. War is hell.
Her jazz musicians are still playing softly in the background. That beauty has endured centuries. Perhaps hope isn’t extinguished.
“But,” I hold her face and I close my eyes, “we shall always be you and I.” I say it like it’s fact. Like it’s hope. Like it’s prayer.
“Always.”
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