AN: Mass Effect and its Characters are property of BioWare, I just try and make you laugh. For no otherreason than just because, I decided to throw together a quick yuletide story with our favorite Normandy crew. Now, as a former Sunday School teacher, one would think I would stick to the strictly religious aspects of the holiday season, I find after a revelation that humanity is not the only intelligent like in the universe would throw many faiths into disarray. While I am certain that many religious doctrines would find themselves at odds with the reality (in Mass Effect anyway) that humans are not alone, just as the early Roman Catholic church hijacked existing European winter celebrations, feel good customs surrounding the holiday would continue to flourish even if Christianity itself fell by the way side. So grab you eggnog and enjoy a little nonsensical fluff.
AN2: Those who have read my other works already are aware of this, but I have a tendancy to add to existing chapters. This is the first such instance. I've updated chapter 1, Liara and Shep are still in their cabin, getting ready for the party.
Commander Jane Shepard defeated a rogue agent of the reapers, hell bent on bringing death and destruction to the Citadel. She returned unscathed from a mission others had called impossible, even suicide. Even facing a yahg in hand to hand combat didn't faze the Hero of the Citadel. Planning a holiday party on the other hand is not something she had signed up for.
"Remind me once again why I agreed to do this. Can't we just got to Purgatory or something, I'm sure Aria would mind."
"As I have told you before Shepard, that night club is not an appropriate venue for children. Even Aria agrees with me on this fact. Why can you not."
"Why do we have to invite kids to this thing anyway. Who on the ship even has kids? Except Adams and your Dad, no one ever talked about having children in the first place."
"But Liara, why for the love of God are you making me wear this suit. Are you trying to imply that I'm fat!?" The commander pouted as the Asari's nimble fingers proceeded to fasten the last remaining buttons on the red velvet suit the Shadow Broker had procured to find at a curio shop that survived the reaper invasion.
"Despite Joker's enthusiasm, the children would injury them in their exuberance. The suit simply does not fit Garrus, and seriously, could you see a toddler sitting on Wrex's lap Shepard?
"What, you couldn't picture the big guy in a red suit? I'm quite sure they'd behave for Wrex" Shepard rolled her shoulders, allowing the fabric to fall comfortably into place before setting at the foot of the bed to put on the matching boots
" I have heard several accounts of children becoming traumatized after an encounter with Father Christmas, we do not need to create them. "
"well I'm not wearing the damn beard. We can tell 'em Santa had a sex change or something."
"Shepard! Goddess, I swear your have been spending entirely too much time in Aria's company. Ever since your...incident, you have become more brazen."
"Hey she kissed me remember. I didn't even know it happened till it happened! And besides, don't change the subject. How is it I was volunteered to wear this get up. Your father put you up to this didn't she?"
"Actually, it was Dr. Chakwas' who made the suggestion. She mentioned you had patience that many lack, and people trust you, especially children." Liara lowered her voice to a sultry low before straddling the Commander, who sat their dumbfounded in the red and white suit. "I for one very much enjoy this custom of sitting in Santa's lap. However I am afraid I would be on the naughty list if I am honest."
Shepards mouth parched as the Asari teased her earlobe, an act that always drove her wild "Liara..." The commander whispered. "Or you going to torture me before I get mobbed by a bunch of rug rats begging me for the latest Blasto Vid game or the newest iMuse upgrade for their omnitool."
"Tease? No." Liara replied, eyes gently swirling black as she initiated a shallow meld, erotic images flashing thought their shared consciousness, causing the human to tense with arousal. "Simply reminding you of Santa's reward at the end of the evening."
"Uh...When does the party start and how long is it?"
"Are guests shall begin arriving within the hour, and the festivities are expected to run for about two hours, or until 8pm."
"What happens at 8?"
"Well, as you say, that is when the real party begins." Liara smirked, pushing herself off of the Commanders lap, leaving the human wide-eyed and wanting.
Slack jawed and speechless from Liara's teasing, Shepard remained glued to the bed as she watched the Asari saunter over to the closet to select her own outfit.
On the commander's insistence, Liara had moved all of her belongs to the loft even before the war had ended. The few times the redhead found comfort was when she lay in Liara's embrace, the Asari's loving and soothing presence calming her entire being.
A puzzled expression played across the marine's face as the Shadow Broker chuckled seductively. "Yes, this one will be perfect." She cooed, pulling a black garment bag out of the back corner of the wardrobe.
"Is that a new outfit?" Shepard asked, voice still breaking as she attempted to quell her growing desire. She couldn't very well entertain a room full children in her current state.
"It is. I located it at the same shop in which I purchased your suit." Liara smiled as she pulled the red garment out, laying on the bed as she looked through the closet once more to find the matching heels.
"I see you got a jacket like mine, but where are the pants?" Shepard asked, looking at the low neckline of the velvety red fabric.
"That is a dress Shepard. There are no pants." Liara spoke as she was bent down digging deeper into the closet, as her heels had managed to get stuck in the back of the wardrobe.
Although she worshiped the Asari's perfect body, Shepard definitely considered herself an ass woman, and this angle gave the commander a very inciting view of Liara's luscious backside. Somehow, at this moment, the site short circuited the otherwise articulate marine's though process "Huh?". She wasn't drooling, not yet anyway.
"It is a dress." Liara continued, removing her bathrobe to put on the lingerie she had received as a gift from her father. The note attached to the delivery box simply read Trust me, you'll thank me later, - Dad. The ensemble, consisting of a strapless red lace bustier with matching panties, contrasted dramatically with Liara's light blue skin. "Shepard?" Liara stood in front of the commander, arms crossed as her lips curved into a sultry grin. "You are staring."
"What...sorry." She blushed, heat pooling between her legs but she wasn't sorry, not by any means.
"Hmm hmm." Leaning over the human to grab the dress, breasts within an inch of the woman's face, "You wouldn't mind helping me put on my outfit would you." She whispered before scooting back, out of arms reach
"If you keep teasing me like that we're never going to the fucking party." Shepard all but groaned in her response. The commander dared running a hand along the curve of the Asari's hip, only to have it gently brushed away with a light touch of biotics.
"Now now Shepard, you must behave tonight. We cannot have Santa being on the naughty list." Turning Liara stepped into the dress, turning so that her back, and thus the zipper faced the commander
"I'll show you naughty T'Soni." Shepard stood to close the dress back, only to lean into the Asari, pulling her flush against her body. From this angle, she could clearly see plunging neckline of the dress. The dress was reminiscent of the sexy Mrs. Claus costumes the woman had worn to Halloween parties in her youth. Then, they were merely a joke, a scandalous joke, but a joke none the less. But now, seeing this on her bondmate however, it was all the marine could do to not throw the Asari on the bed and ravage her on the spot.
"Patience my love." Liara threw her head back, relishing the strong arms of her commander.
"As much as I love you in this outfit...especially the things I imagine myself doing to you with it on, you can't possibly thing of wearing this downstairs. This is not kid appropriate attire." Shepard spoke in voice so low it rumbled against Liara's neck, sending shivers down her spine.
"Goddess." She closed her eyes to maintain control over her building desire as she stepped out of the embrace, turning to face flushed Shepard"I have that covered as well. I also purchased an overcoat to accompany this dress."
"Thank god. Can't go scarring the kids for life."
"Despite our years together, it still amazes me how truly prudish humans are when it comes to their sexuality."
"This isn't tawdry T'soni?" Shepard teased.
"All Asari are not ashamed to 'show a little skin' as you say."
"Yea well try explaining that to a confused 7 yearold."
"Do not worry. I will wear the overcoat." Liara threaded her arms through the matching red overcoat. "Shall we, our guests are waiting."
AN 3: Merry Christmas, Happy Hannakuh and all that people. A quick chapter to lay the ground work. Came up with the idea after we talked one of the guys at work to put on a Santa suit for the office party last week. Let's just say it took some friendly , yet devious persuasion to convince him it was a good idea...
Thank you everyone for your response so far. I am truly humbled to have received reviews for this little ditty from some of my favorite authors. Those reviews are addictive. Sorry Chapter 1 was so short for my tastes, but I hope to make up for that in upcoming installments. And for the loyal readers of my other OC/Aria fic, The Turning Tide, I'm not sacrificing that story for this one. It's just that time of year for me as an accountant and I haven't had the hours I'd prefer to write available, as I have am working on yearend payroll and all that. I do plan to do a bit of updating next week, but that will be dictated by having time (I have to work Saturday and Christmas Eve but I have a nice 5 day weekend New years!) And...yeah I'm going head canon here. In my mind the Reapers are destroyed, Shepard's alive and the relays were easily repairable (I mean come on, they can literally bring Shep back from the dead but all of sudden have mechanical difficulties with space junk...my ass!)
AN 4: I have been so honored to collaborate with one of my own favorite authors, MiizBHavvin, on chapter 2 (possibly more, we shall see). If you have not yet had the opportunity to read her fics, please do so. They are sinfully hot and hilarious. If you have not read her fics, please do yourself a favor, stop reading this fic and go read hers, they are most certainly worth the time. Updates TBC