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Author's Note: This will lead up to the "time capsule scene" in ME3. Or at least *my* version of it. Certain parts of the dialogue may seem different to you cause my Shep is a Renegade Soldier...
PLUS: Shepard is just that. SHEPARD. And though I'm playing as a Renegade Soldier, I always try to avoid describing her looks or re-tell certain decisions I made. Why? So you can at least *try* to imagine it's your Shepard.
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She had called her up. She had called her up! She had to hurry. But she didn't want to hurry! Of course she *wanted* to go, but... Now that Shepard had heeded her mail, she felt different. Writing that note had been so easy. Just a few clicks, cause she hadn't even dared to approach her in person. Now, with the inevitable only a few decks above her, she felt queasy.
She paced her quarters, fully aware that though she had been on the Normandy for quite some time already, Shepard and her still hadn't really talked. There had been the occasional banter and a few moments when they had actually been alone. But there hadn't been time to just talk; to just sit down, take a breath and really *talk*. They were scarcely sleeping as it was, touring from one planet to the next, scouring the galaxy for allies and resources. Relationship "problems" were hardly worth their time these last few weeks.
But still, with waking hours being this precious, she had somehow managed to create the capsule... And now she wanted Shepard's opinion. She *needed* her opinion. It shouldn't make her nervous or anxious. It should fill her with joy to finally see Shepard alone. In her quarters. The quarters she hadn't set a foot in since... since after killing the Shadow Broker. The quarters in which one thing had led to another. The quarters which Liara had left afterwards, knowing it had been a mistake.
Oh it had been wonderful. Well, it had been rough and wanting and surprisingly desperate, there was no way one could call what they had done "making love". It had been "sex". Plain and simple. But it had been good sex, and it had also been a relief in some way. The shock of losing Shepard, the agonizing pain of losing the one person she trusted, the one person she *loved*... it had been too much, and she had changed drastically. Spending two years without Shepard by her side had been hard, to say the least. It had been hell. And it had changed her.
And then Shepard had come back. Her Shepard. Alive. With the pain of losing her still fresh in her Asari mind, she had been overwhelmed. Her pain had come crawling to the surface, pain she had painstakingly buried in the depths of her being, so she could at least pretend that she had moved on. But the love, oh, the love had been there, too. And then she had done an utterly stupid thing. She had kissed her. And kissed her again. And... and had "one glass of wine" with her. In her quarters. Which led to *a lot* more than just drinks. It had been so easy. Shepard had lifted the mood with her flirting and deadpan humor and she had fell for it! She had smiled and tried to keep the conversation simple. Simple and safe! And how well that had worked... Suddenly they had talked of the future, of children, of... of them. Being together. And then she had cried. The kind of crying you do when you're too weak to cry for real. It hadn't been freeing, it had been confining. So she had lost herself in something else. Sex.
How foolish she had been. The thought of hurting Shepard had never even crossed her mind. Shepard was so strong, confident, even funny. That there was a vulnerable woman underneath it all had never even occured to her. Not at that moment. When she had ripped off Shepard's clothes, when she had pulled her hair and held her tight. So tight. When she...
Liara shook her head. She didn't want to think about that anymore. She leaned heavily against the door of her quarters. Shepard would have to wait. Her whole body felt weird and weak. Facing Shepard like this would be a mistake. Another mistake to add to her ever growing pile of fuck-ups. She inadvertently smiled. Shepard's vulgar language had been a nuisance in the beginning, a non-issue in the middle, and something she sorely missed in the end. So much so, that she even began using it herself. At least when no one was around. Now that Shepard was back, she felt a little strange using "her" phrases, even when only in her head.
She didn't want to talk. A year ago they had kind of brushed the topic when they had been on the Shadow Broker base, but in all honesty, all it had been was an obligatory conversation about their relationship status, so they could meet up on the Normandy and f... Oh how she despised that kind of language. But making love was so different. The one time she had made love with Shepard had been *so* fundamentally different. Tender, yet passionate, innocent and exploring...
Thinking about that day did not help one bit. She could feel her flushed cheeks, the longing creeping up inside of her. Want. Lust. She shook her head. She shouldn't be thinking about sex right now. She had an agenda. She would go up there, show Shepard the capsule, get her opinion, and leave. Nothing more. She would just *leave*.
Nodding to herself, Liara straightened up and left her quarters.
TO BE CONTINUED.