Mind Bending:
N.J Jordbrukaren.
A/N: Here's just one of my many Kink Meme fills, I hope you enjoy it, peeps!
Prompt: Liara has a crush on Shepard. A massive crush. But there is an issue:
Shepard is a massive bitch who is very racist and can barely stand the asari after rescuing her on Therum.
Then, during the first meld, happens Liara uses a forbidden asari technique on the commander. A technique that involves influencing the subconscious of the meldee. After the next two melds Shepard is putty in Liara's hand and begins to worship her blue goddess in private.
Now, before we start, I would just like to say that no asari were harmed in the making of this. Also, I absolutely loathed hating on Liara in this. That's why I tried to make Shepard's performance extra special for her. Let's face it; she more than deserves all that delicious Shepardy goodness.
Bioware disclaimer goes here – Need I say more?
Chapter One:
I am trapped. I need help!
I need you to get me out of it, all right?
You must get me out, please!
Please, just get me out of here!
Shepard tightened her jaw and fists almost painfully.
I need. You must. I need. You must. I need. You must.
A clenched, biotically changed fist slammed into one of the nearby bulkheads, denting it.
That's all asari ever do! Go here, do this, get me this, follow me, do as I say. Fucking bitches. They all think they are so superior. Every last one of them. Even that dumbass T'soni. Shepard seethed. This was not happening. She would not… no; could not, have an asari on her ship. She dealt with all of the other aliens, easily, but an asari? No. Fucking. Chance. The anger built up again, waiting to be released. She clenched her fist again, ready to slam it into the same bulkhead. Pulling her arm back, taught fingers twitching, ready for the impending impact-
*Commander?*
"Fucking hell, Joker, you have the worst timing…" There was a slight crackle over the intercom. He better not be laughing. This fist needs to go somewhere. Jokers' ass seems as good a place as any.
*Sorry, Commander. I just wanted to let you know that the team are waiting for you in the comm room. Joker out.*
Shepard sucked in a deep breath, hoping it would push her rage back. It didn't. She was still mad. Half of her team nearly died saving that pathetic excuse of an asari. They are all pathetic. Shepard corrected, a large grin appearing upon her face. She had better be ready to apologize… God help me if she isn't. She paused. God help her, you mean. Shepard smirked again. Obviously.
Liara looked around the busy comm room nervously. There were so many people here and, apart from her, none of them were asari. How would she deal with them all? She was not accustomed to any of their cultures. Of course, she knew slightly more about the turians, krogan and quarians, but the humans? Liara rubbed her aching forehead.
This is a puzzle you will have to solve practically, Liara. She sighed; her regal posture vanishing as she tiredly slumped back into her seat.
"Okay!" The Commander's voice startled her, nearly causing her to fall out of her chair.
Goddess, come on Liara. You are the daughter of Matriarch Benezia. You can deal with this! She did not know if she could, though. Liara got the distinct impression that Shepard did not like her, which was awful because Liara liked her. Quite a bit, actually.
*Too close, Commander. Ten more seconds and we would have been swimming in molten sulphur. The Normandy isn't equipped to land in exploding volcanoes. They tend to fry our sensors and melt our hull… you know, just for future refrence.*
Liara looked around the room, her face incredulous. Why was no one else fazed by this? She looked over to Shepard, her eyebrow markings creasing when she saw the woman's amused expression. "We almost died out there and your pilot is making jokes?" Liara could not believe it. How was such behaviour allowed? Even aboard a human vessel this seemed a tad crude.
Shepard turned her dark gaze on her, making Liara squirm in her seat. "He just pulled our asses out of the fire, literally. I think he has earned the right to a few bad jokes."
Stupid asari. She hasn't been here five minutes and she is already trying to run the show.
"I see… It must be a human thing." Liara lowered her head, partly out of embarrassment and partly because she was trying to hide the blush she felt coming. Why was the Commander having such an odd effect on her? Even when Shepard's tone was scolding in nature it still sent an odd tingling sensation down her spine.
Human thing? Shepard thought angrily. What's that supposed to mean? Fucking asari whore…
"I am grateful to you, Commander. You saved my life back there, and not just from the volcano. Those geth would have killed me or dragged me off to Saren had you not intervened."
Shepard felt her fists unclench. Well, at least she apologized… It did not take long for her hands to tighten up again. She still pisses me off, though.
Kaidan started talking, but Shepard's thoughts drowned him out. She thought about where they would drop Liara off. And we are dropping her off somewhere. I won't be able to survive if she stays on here much longer.
"Damn!" Shepard jolted a little on the spot, Ashley's voice knocking her out of her line of thought and back into the present. "I hope I look that good when I'm your age."
Shepard looked from Ash to Liara and back again. What? Blue and weird? Shepard stifled a laugh. It was childish, but it had amused her.
"A century may seem like a long time to a short lived species like yours, but among the asari I am barely considered more than a child."
There's the condescending tone again. Maybe I can use my biotics to push her out of her chair whilst no one is looking. Shepard glanced over to Kaidan, who was watching her intently. Who am I kidding? There is always someone watching.
"That is why my research has not received the attention it deserves." Liara said, unknowingly interrupting Shepard's thoughts once again. "Because of my youth, other asari tend to… dismiss my theories about what happened to the protheans." Liara looked upset as she spoke, but Shepard would be damned if she was going to offer the asari any support.
Your research is probably crap. That's my guess, anyway... "None of that matters now. I know what happened to them." Shepard stepped into the centre of the room, staring Liara down defiantly.
"With all due respect, Commander, I have heard every theory out there. The problem is finding evidence to support them. The protheans left remarkably little behind." Liara could see Shepard's 'brow furrow, her fists clenching at her sides. That unfamiliar tingle shot down her spine again. Goddess, what is wrong with me?
"That's where you are wrong, Doctor." Shepard continued to stare her down. Her face was impassive, but her dark eyes held…
Is that anger? Liara squirmed in her seat again. What had she done to cause Shepard such disquiet?
"They were wiped out by a race of sentient machines called the Reapers."
Liara just stared at the woman blankly. "The… the Reapers?" Liara stood up from her seat, index finger and thumb massaging the bridge of her nose. Shepard took a step back, putting as much space in between them as possible. "How do you know this? What evidence do you have?" Liara hated the sound of desperation in her voice, but she was thoroughly intrigued.
"There was a prothean beacon on Eden Prime. It burned a vision into my brain." Shepard was purposefully being terse with her, trying to cut this little meeting as short as possible.
"V-visions?" Liara folded an arm under her breasts, the hand on the other arm coming up to scratch her chin. "Yes, that makes sense!" Shepard took another step back when Liara moved towards her. "The beacons were designed to transmit images directly into the mind of the user. Finding one that still works is extremely rare-"
"And extremely painful." Shepard looked at the excited asari, her rage blossoming anew. She needed to get out before she did something dramatic. "Well… I'm glad you're having fun, Doctor." Shepard made to leave, but Liara stepped in front of her, blocking the only exit.
Liara could not let Shepard go. To think of all the information her mind held… it sent the same shiver up Liara's spine as she had gotten earlier. No. She needed to see it herself. Judge it with her own eyes. "The beacon was only designed to work with prothean physiology. Whatever information you received would have been unclear, perhaps broken."
"Perhaps. Both." Shepard ground out, attempting to push forward again. Liara held her hands up to Shepard's chest, not touching her, merely halting her.
Liara's eyes softened. Not enough for Shepard to care, but enough to stall her. "I am amazed you were able to make any sense of it at all." Liara's fingers twitched, visibly holding back from touching the Commander. "A lesser mind would have been utterly destroyed by the process. You must be…" Liara's eyes fluttered to a close. Powerful? Incredible? Strong? Attractive? Beautiful? Liara shook her head. Now was not the time for such idle fancies. "Incredibly strong-willed, Commander."
"Thank you for your observation, Doctor. Now, if you'll excuse me." Shepard did not need to touch Liara to push her out of the way. Her actions spoke volumes. Liara quickly stepped aside, before Shepard could knock her off her feet.
Oh, I think that may have already happened, don't you, Liara?