No, I don't own Mass Effect or Mass Effect 2. I thought I made this clear already.
At any rate; think post suicide mission. I shall leave the details to you.
She turns to leave.
"Liara, don't go. Not again." Shepard said, taking a few quick steps and throwing a hand out to catch her if she persisted in her escape.
"Shepard." She stopped moving, "This- I... You... We need to-" Her voice gave way to silence, her head lowering slightly a she kept her back to the Commander, not bold enough and meet the gaze that was surely staring into her as she stood completely still.
"Be honest with me, Liara." Shepard began, taking those short extra steps and, with the extended hand, touching against her wrist. The feeling was not unwelcome. "If you don't want this, you have to tell me."
Her head lifted suddenly as if a puppeteer's string had pulled it upright. "You don't think..." Again she lost her words, though what little she could give had been dipped in obvious anguish at the realisation of Shepard's words; that she had come off in such a light it had caused the one she cared for the most to doubt her. "I risked my life for you. I would not have done that if I-"
"Calm down, Liara. Just talk to me." Shepard chimes in with the cool voice of reason. But she wouldn't speak, nor would she move to face the Commander at that point. Her lack of a response should have made things painfully clear, but they weren't. Shepard didn't want to read into anything, this was a situation that needed to be openly spelled out. No games. No guessing.
"It isn't that easy."
At this, Shepard felt a flame ignite, and once again had to make the first move. "So let me make it easy for you." Hands fell to her shoulders, guiding her body to turn, but she didn't protest against the gentle force. Now, face to face, there was nowhere for either to hide. "I still want you." Blue eyes went wide at the revelation, at the truth. After all that had happened, all she had done wrong and after learning about the mess she had created... It was forgiveness she'd never expected. Shepard's hands fall along her form to her waist, pulling her in while giving her time and opportunity to push back. "I need you with me, Liara." And further still, she could feel Shepard's lips closing in on hers; heated breath tickled her skin with closeness she expected never to feel again. Then, in those final moments, there was hesitation by the dominant party. Liara's eyes opened; Shepard was still there, simply unmoving, or unwilling, to take that final step. "You have to tell me this is what you want." A question.
Liara's hands trailed slowly up along the arms of her companion. Steadily, along the exposed skin and over the rolled sleeves, shoulders and to the neck until she framed Shepard's face, and her gaze flicked forward. In another moment, she pulled herself forward, breaching what little space between them as desperate lips fell onto their eager counterpart.
Without question.