TAGS/WARNING(S): explicit, f/f, thigh riding, body worship, new relationship, post me1, pre me2
WORDS: 2867
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Sovereign had been defeated, and normally, Shepard would go on shore leave to drink with her fellow soldiers and talk about all of the shit that they went through - she’d even promised Kaidan and Ashley to do just that with them, to finally get to know these two as more than just glorified henchmen - but she just couldn’t leave the Normandy behind just yet.
And this wasn’t even some sentimentality to the ship itself, no. It was one of its occupants.
Dr. Liara T’Soni.
On one of the many planets they encountered during their mission to decimate the Geth outposts in the Galaxy, they had come across one of these old datapads, and Liara, being an archaeologist and such, really wanted them to look for the rest of the writings. It broke Shepard’s heart to tell her that this really wasn’t a priority at that time but she promised they would look for them once all of this was over.
And Shepard was a person who didn’t make promises like that on a whim.
Long story short, looking for the Asari writings turned into looking for those Prothean data discs as well, and then Hackett called and asked - since Shepard had time and since she claimed their really nice new ship for herself - if they could look for a couple mining deposits on those planets.
Shepard knew that this wasn’t really about mining and more about keeping her busy, holding her off until they figured out what to do with their new super soldier turned Spectre. Anderson let it slip that there were some kind of negotiations going on.
She didn’t really care. The Alliance put her wherever they wanted anyway. She had a new goal as well.
A new goal and a new girl.
She really didn’t try to act like an overly horny teenager, but Liara T’Soni made her want to rip open a couch like an untrained dog sometimes.
And she tried to be nonchalant. She was nonchalant. People in the Alliance, mostly men, hit on her all the time because they had this little fantasy about taming her, about getting to her.
And maybe knocking her up, too. She’d seen it a bunch of times.
She advised Ashley not to let some grunt knock her up either one time and Ashley had looked at her a little bit confused, almost as if it finally sunk in that the woman in front of her actually was a real woman who had sex and interacted with other people.
Did she think Shepard just manifested the day of the Normandy shakedown run with no life prior to this?
But really, this wasn’t important. None of this was important.
She was just trying to distract herself until Liara was done deciphering those Prothean data discs.
She sat down on the bed in her cabin - their cabin, really - because Liara shyly told her that her pacing was distracting, and to show Liara that enforcing boundaries was a good thing, Shepard sat down immediately.
She watched Liara sit on the terminal that was originally meant for Anderson and his work emails, running this program that she had come up with during her final year at university to help with deciphering the Prothean language.
After the first Prothean disk that they had found, Liara excitedly told Shepard about the process of deciphering and translating a different language and showed her writings of Asari and their first contacts with other species, including humans. Liara had admitted that she never had been interested in human languages, since she thought they were too simple, too juvenile in the grander scheme of things. She then quickly apologized and promised to look into it now because surely their history was just as rich and their language just as complicated as the rest of them.
Shepard was a little defensive when it came to human culture, especially in front of the Asari. She had been part of the Valkyrie Program a couple of years back, right before they recommended her for the N7 Villa, so she already knew a lot of the Asari thought humans were beneath them. She couldn’t really fault them for that, but where she drew the line was when language began to be involved.
Two of them would sometimes pretend that the translator was not picking up Shepard’s accent. Or that her “slurring” was giving them faulty translations. There was no “slurring”. Shepard had just grown up in the Appalachian mountains, living in an abandoned Alliance funded mining town with the rest of the Reds. As much as Earth had changed over the years, they never dared touching the Appalachian mountains or the Rockies. Only dug deeper in the mines they already had, looking for more deposits to synthesise new elements, for bigger and better ships. Rebuilt these old mining towns with those prefab houses they also slapped all over the colonies. Drilled until they couldn’t anymore and then abandoned them - the towns and their miners. Couple of them got some good deals to continue mining off world, but a lot of them stayed. Shepard wasn’t the daughter of miners, but she had lived with them for the longest time and grown to respect them. She had also grown to love the culture and she happened to be proud of her accent.
So, yes, maybe she did punch one of them. To prove a point.
She still remembered Anderson’s face when she said “They started it”.
Liara still got a pass for acting a little snooty about humanity. So, no lectures for her. For now. Since this was a new relationship.
Sitting on the bed, she felt reminded of that night before Ilos again. And the night after that. And after that. And yesterday. And this morning, too.
It was a bit ludicrous and maybe they were acting like horny teenagers, but Shepard didn’t care and neither did Liara.
Shepard looked at Liara’s face, at those beautifully soft features on her. The way that Liara scrunched up her face when she was really focused on something, the tip of her slightly purple tongue sticking out between those pearly white teeth.
Her gaze followed the shape of her crest. From the front, it often appeared like a perfectly slicked back hairstyle, but from the side, from this angle and with the soft, glowing cabin lights, Shepard was convinced it looked like one of those halos that Catholic saints were often depicted with over a thousand years ago.
She traced the outline of her neck with her eyes, stopping at her jawline, back up to her lips, letting out a sigh against her will.
Liara looked over to her.
“Are you alright?”, she asked softly.
“I am. Come over here”, Shepard gently coaxed and Liara looked back at the monitor.
“B-but the deciphering… I-”
“Whatever that was saying couldn’t have been that important since nobody really missed it for thousands of years, right?”
Liara looked at her, a little appalled.
“That is not how this works, I ca-”
“Liara”, Jane repeated coyly.
“What? Why are you- Oh!”, realization struck her and she giggled.
“But, Commander Shepard, I am but a poor scientist and my research is all I have!”, she then said, playing up the innocence in her voice as she rose from their chair and walked over to her.
“Don’t you worry now, darlin’, I’m gonna take good care of you”, Jane said, playing up her own accent a little and wiggled her eyebrows after tipping an imaginary hat.
Liara laughed again as she walked over to her, gently sitting down on her lap and putting her slightly rough hands on Jane’s face.
“What did you do there?”, Liara asked.
“I tipped my hat at you. A pretend hat”, she said and laughed at herself.
“You humans are strange”, Liara then said, playing with one of those stray strands of hair on Shepard’s forehead.
“Strangely charming, you mean.”
“No, just strange. This one in particular”, Liara then said, poking Shepard's shoulder.
“Hmm, do you wanna study me after all?”, she purred.
“I already told you, I don’t specialize in living beings.”
“Well, when I die, I’m giving you full control of my body. You can taxidermy me and put me in your apartment, I don’t care”, Jane said, chasing that feeling of Liara’s hands on her skin, using her own free hands to peel that scientist uniform off of her.
“Can I get that written down by you with your signature? That usually looks better in research papers”, Liara said, breathlessly as Jane finally got enough neck freed to start pressing hungry kisses on it.
“Hm, sure”, she mumbled, taking in the smell and that wonderful feeling of her slightly scaly skin on her lips. She hummed contently and continued her attempts to get Liara naked again.
Out of habit, Shepard’s lips roamed up, attempting to bite an earlobe but remembering the difference in anatomy of her new girlfriend, instead opting to gently grab Liara’s neck and dragged her teeth cross one of those finer, softer growths on Liara’s head, prompting her to moan loudly.
Jane ground up her hips, meeting Liara’s thighs and finally getting that friction she’d been chasing ever since Liara sat on her lap.
She finally freed Liara from her uniform enough to expose her breasts. Jane pressed soft and slow kisses down Liara’s jawline, her neck, her collarbone, once again taking in the feeling of Liara’s skin on her lips.
“You’re like a mermaid”, Jane murmured as she held onto the small of her back to keep her steady as she finally turned her attention to Liara’s boobs.
“Am I?”, Liara said breathlessly, her head rolling back as Jane took one of her nipples between her lips. Liara would’ve reacted the same way if Shepard had told her she looked like a cheese wheel, too, as her mind was already spinning, all her nerves buzzing, the very atoms of her body reaching out to Shepard in anticipation of that pleasure Liara had come to love, to chase even. How juvenile it was to chase these physical pleasures like that, Liara thought once. She was above this, she thought once.
Now, she hardly thought at all. There was just Shepard.
“Mhm.”
Jane ground her hips up again, finding the apex of Liara’s thighs and letting out an almost animalistic grunt as she roughly grabbed her thighs, pulling them further down into her lap.
“L-Let me know if I-”, Liara brought out, cradling Jane’s head.
“No, not yet, I need to-”, she interrupted herself with a frustrated sigh, before grabbing Liara’s hips, rolling them both over onto the bed.
Liara landed softly in the cushions, her crest bending a little as she laid down. Shepard didn’t pay it any mind, not since Liara had explained that they were at least semi flexible.
Instead, Jane began to unbutton Liara’s pants. The soft, luxurious fabric slid over her thighs with no resistance, almost like water sliding off of someone emerging from a lake.
Have I ever been so obsessed with someone before?, Shepard caught herself thinking.
She bent down to kiss Liara again, and Liara took the opportunity to finally work on getting Jane out of her clothes as well, sliding the rough fabric of that jumpsuit she wore under her armor over her shoulder, before working on getting her bra off.
Jane rubbed her cheek on Liara’s before kissing down her neck again, her hands roaming all over Liara’s body, taking in the feeling of her once more.
Her knees almost gave in when she felt Liara’s naked thighs around her hips, pulling her in even further. She wondered if Liara enjoyed the feeling of Shepard’s skin on hers just as much.
Jane raked her fingers along the side of Liara’s thigh and looked up, trying to meet her eyes.
“Dr. T’Soni, I’m about to do something selfish”, Shepard warned her breathlessly, pulling Liara’s leg up and hungrily kissing the inside of her thigh.
Liara let out a moan, bit her lip and nodded eagerly.
“I’m yours”, she said, and Shepard shivered against her will.
She must’ve left that famous nonchalance of hers in her other jumpsuit.
Jane gently put Liara’s leg down and shifted, positioning herself right on top of Liara’s upper thigh. She leaned over to Liara again, kissing the tip of her nose, her lips, her neck over and over again, while slowly grinding against Liara’s thigh, finally finding that friction she’d been searching for.
She ignored any thoughts about how pathetic it was that she was basically dry humping her like a teenager and instead let herself revel in the feeling of Liara’s scaly thigh on her wet, needy skin.
The feeling sent shivers down her spine and Shepard couldn’t help the desperate, lustful moans escaping her mouth. If she had allowed Liara to meld with her right then and there, she would know how much those exact sounds spurred Liara on and how much she enjoyed that desperate grinding she did on her thigh.
It had taken Liara a while to figure this out - or more likely, to let herself acknowledge that those thoughts weren’t just hopeful delusions - but Shepard wanted her. Really wanted her. And despite having felt very above the simple indulgence of rolling around in the sheets with someone, Liara loved how much Shepard wanted her. How that stoic facade broke whenever they were alone, replaced by that feverish shimmer of lust and adoration. It made Liara feel less stupid, less silly in that little crush she had on the person who saved her. It made them feel… equal.
Liara’s mind was spinning, thinking about how she might be considered equal to Shepard, maybe not out there, in the world, the galaxy, but right there, just with the two of them. How Liara made Shepard drop the soldier attitude.
Liara liked to think that this was just for her.
She just wished she wasn’t so useless in bed sometimes. But then, on the other hand, she liked when Shepard put her wherever she wanted. There was gentleness, adoration in the way Shepard put her on the mattress, the way she adjusted her body, her hands, her legs. Rough, but firm, not in a violent way, but in the way someone would shape clay or work marble.
What a privilege it was to receive this attention from Shepard.
As if they were actually of one mind, Jane grabbed Liara’s hands and put them on her hips.
“I… I’ll make it up to you”, Shepard whimpered.
“Don’t worry about it”, Liara whispered, moving one hand to cradle the back of Jane’s head.
Shepard cursed under her breath and Liara felt her shiver.
“Is everything…”
“Yeah, no… That… That’s good”, Shepard brought out again.
“You lower your voice when you flirt… It’s… It’s cute”, she added, her breath growing more erratic.
“Noted, Commander”, Liara said in that same tone again and Shepard shivered once more, goosebumps breaking out on her skin.
Liara went to university. She was nothing but an eager student and a fast learner.
Their lips met again and Shepard managed to steady herself enough to find her pace again.
“Flex your thigh for me, please”, she whispered between hungry kisses and Liara considered flexing her left one for a moment, just to tease Shepard, but she didn’t know how much she was willing to push her today.
Maybe another day.
Shepard moaned and moved her hands around Liara’s neck, pulling them both back into a sitting position. Liara’s hands moved around Shepard’s hips again, now copying her moves from earlier and gently biting Shepard’s collarbone and sucking on her neck, before dipping down to kiss Shepard’s breasts.
Her movements got faster again, spurred on by Liara’s hands and lips on her and all she could think about was that wonderfully subtle friction Liara’s skin provided for her. If she could do nothing else for the rest of her life, she would stay here, just like that, with Liara and no one else.
Liara felt brave today, equally as spurred on by Shepard’s movements and actions, always perfectly mirroring each other, and she moved her hands down, following the curve of Shepard’s ass before gently grabbing it.
Another moan, more hungry kisses as Shepard’s movement grew more and more erratic, halting, seeking that release. Liara’s hands on her bare skin, those smooth, warm scales like mother of pearl left in the sun, the ever-so-slight ridges that added so much texture to her body - all of it combined into heady, overwhelming pleasure. There was nothing in this room - in this world - beyond Liara.
She brought herself to completion there, with nothing but Liara’s thigh and her soft, coaxing voice assuring her she was doing so well. The climax rushed her system, electrifying her all at once before leaving her shuddering against Liara’s chest, steadied by her gentle embrace.
She felt warm, velvet lips brush her forehead, pressing a lingering kiss. When she finally opened her eyes, she looked up and met Liara’s, that vibrant blue, and they smiled at the same time.
“I do mean it”, Shepard managed, still breathing hard. “I’ll pay you back.”
Rating: General Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Fandom: Mass Effect
Ship: fShiara
Additional Tags: Mass Effect 3: Citadel, Humor, Early Mornings
Wordcount: 100
Summary:
The consequences of setting her crew loose on her apartment come back to haunt Shepard.
“Good morning,” Liara says as Shepard kisses along her shoulder.
Shepard could wake up to this for the rest of her life. She lets that thought unravel before it sours her mood with reminders of how short that might be. She noses up to Liara’s jaw.
“Sleep well?” Liara reaches down to stroke Shepard’s hand on her hip.
“Yes,” she answers, “and I think I’ll take this chance to try your hot tub.”
Shepard watches her go, smiling sleepily.
She almost goes back to sleep.
Memories of Zaeed flash in her head.
“Liara!” Shepard yells, falling out of her bed.
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