Jane Squared - Part XVI
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September 4 2015, 14:23:31 UTC
Running away from someone on a ship was stupid and pointless, Jane knew this. And storming out on Liara because she had asked a few logical questions was both immature and disrespectful. Liara deserved better and she, Jane Shepard, was better than that. Of course, all of these reasonable and mature conclusions didn’t occur to Jane until well after she had cursed and stormed out of her cabin.
“Real smooth, Shepard,” Jane murmured derisively. “Pathetic.”
She had made her rounds around the ship, finding anyone that was at their post and talking to them for a bit before ending the conversation with some new variant of ‘I should go’ because she vowed never, ever to say that ever again. And now she found herself with nowhere else to go but back to her room to face the music and one (probably) very angry Asari.
Jane stopped at the elevator and looked down toward the lounge. She knew most of her crew was in there playing cards and drinking. A part of her wanted to walk right down there and join them. The distraction would whittle the rest of the night away and she could stumble back into her quarters and pass out on the couch. She took a deep breath and blew it out. Telling herself that that was the old Jane. Liara had put up with those kinds of shenanigans enough during their budding relationship. She deserved better. She deserved someone who didn’t run away at the first sign of emotion.
There was a burst of laughter from down the hallway and Jane gave one last wistful look at the closed lounge door and then pushed the button on the elevator to take her to the top floor.
XOXO
The room was dark when she entered it and Jane walked quietly into the room and began to undress. From the light emanating off of the fish tank, she could see the curve of Liara’s body under the blankets on her side of the bed. She had a feeling that the Asari wasn’t sleeping, but she did nothing to break the silence. Once Jane was down to her customary tank top and underwear she just stood at the edge of the room and said nothing.
The covers moved as Liara turned over, lifting her head up to meet Shepard’s eyes. “Are you coming to bed?”
“Do you want me to?”
“Of course,” Liara said quietly, lifting the covers up and inviting Jane in.
Jane crawled into the space that Liara had offered and felt a warm hand graze her bicep.
“You’re freezing,” Liara hissed, pulling Shepard towards her and into a tight embrace.
Jane let her body press against the warmth of the Asari’s and allowed herself to be stroked and cuddled. This was something that she enjoyed immensely although she wouldn’t readily admit it. It reminded her of her early childhood, of her mother. In truth, she remembered very little about the woman, but there were things: illusive, intangible feelings that would bring forth this feeling of maternal love and safety. As Jane breathed in the strong scent that was Liara filling up her nostrils as she nuzzled against her neck, she knew that this, this being enveloped against a warm body with protective arms embracing her, this was one of the strongest.
“Real smooth, Shepard,” Jane murmured derisively. “Pathetic.”
She had made her rounds around the ship, finding anyone that was at their post and talking to them for a bit before ending the conversation with some new variant of ‘I should go’ because she vowed never, ever to say that ever again. And now she found herself with nowhere else to go but back to her room to face the music and one (probably) very angry Asari.
Jane stopped at the elevator and looked down toward the lounge. She knew most of her crew was in there playing cards and drinking. A part of her wanted to walk right down there and join them. The distraction would whittle the rest of the night away and she could stumble back into her quarters and pass out on the couch. She took a deep breath and blew it out. Telling herself that that was the old Jane. Liara had put up with those kinds of shenanigans enough during their budding relationship. She deserved better. She deserved someone who didn’t run away at the first sign of emotion.
There was a burst of laughter from down the hallway and Jane gave one last wistful look at the closed lounge door and then pushed the button on the elevator to take her to the top floor.
XOXO
The room was dark when she entered it and Jane walked quietly into the room and began to undress. From the light emanating off of the fish tank, she could see the curve of Liara’s body under the blankets on her side of the bed. She had a feeling that the Asari wasn’t sleeping, but she did nothing to break the silence. Once Jane was down to her customary tank top and underwear she just stood at the edge of the room and said nothing.
The covers moved as Liara turned over, lifting her head up to meet Shepard’s eyes. “Are you coming to bed?”
“Do you want me to?”
“Of course,” Liara said quietly, lifting the covers up and inviting Jane in.
Jane crawled into the space that Liara had offered and felt a warm hand graze her bicep.
“You’re freezing,” Liara hissed, pulling Shepard towards her and into a tight embrace.
Jane let her body press against the warmth of the Asari’s and allowed herself to be stroked and cuddled. This was something that she enjoyed immensely although she wouldn’t readily admit it. It reminded her of her early childhood, of her mother. In truth, she remembered very little about the woman, but there were things: illusive, intangible feelings that would bring forth this feeling of maternal love and safety. As Jane breathed in the strong scent that was Liara filling up her nostrils as she nuzzled against her neck, she knew that this, this being enveloped against a warm body with protective arms embracing her, this was one of the strongest.
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