Dress.
Clothing came flying off and onto the floor. First went Shepard's dress followed closely by Liara's.
Bed.
Liara pushed Shepard onto the bed and kissed her roughly, holding her against the bed.
Blue. Pale.
Lightening ran through their skin as they touched. Every fiber was on edge.
Hot.
Shepard's touch felt soft and warm. Her hair was a tussled mess that lay upon the white pillow.
Sweet.
The taste of Liara's lips drew Shepard deeper into the kiss.
Sweat.
The sweat trickled down Shepard's back and tickled, causing a small shudder.
Patience.
They slowly started exploring each other's bodies, finding every crevice and curve.
Connection.
Liara soon found a rhythm suited to both of them. They were in sync, connected.
Completion.
They soon found relief in the arms of each other as muscles tensed and moans escaped lips and everything felt perfect.
Sigh.
Everything felt right in Shepard's embrace. Shepard felt strong with Liara by her side.
Sleep.
Peace descended upon the couple, leaving them happy for the night.
