Liara's Sire
A/N 1: All characters' belong to BioWare. I make no profit from this story. It is for entertainment purposes only.
A/N 2: This is a one shot, that hasn't been edited by my beta so forgive any mistakes, unless you want to politely point out grammar and spelling errors. I will correct them. Thanks.
I did the research, followed the clues that I have picked up here and there. I even had Liara clarify a shipping manifest or two, unaware of my true purpose.
Her dame isn't the bartender that the last Shadow Broker seemed to think she was. I can't explain it, Matriarch Aethyta did have a picture of an asari or was speaking with someone that looked to be Liara, but it sinks low in my stomach. It just can't be Liara. From what Liara said about Matriarch Benezia, the extensive research I have conducted on her, knowing first hand her daughter's morals and beliefs, there was no way Matriarch Benezia would bed with such a woman; much less reproduce with her.
She was loud, obnoxious over confident; sort of reminded me of myself. Although a great catch that I am, Matriarch Benezia would NEVER have relations with someone like me. She could never love an asari who lusted over the battle; the daughter of a krogan, those brown eyes. It just didn't sit right with me. Then it hit me, somewhere somehow, I had seen something very, very slight that I missed when I first witnessed it because I wasn't really thinking clearly at the time.
The last time I visited my beloved Shadow Broker she was on the far side of the room when I entered. Spinning around with the most alluring confident sway, it nearly – no it did, stop me dead in my tracks. I was instantly aroused. Later that night when she was lying in my arms, I was thinking about that alluring swayful spin. I had seen it before, but when I wasn't really looking or paying attention. I was too occupied with other pressing matters. Then it struck me so hard I almost leapt out Liara's sleeping arms.
I'd seen Liara do that exact same movement the night she took over as the Shadow Broker. We were in my cabin onboard the Normandy. My head was so filled with want for her, afraid of losing her, hating Cerberus and stopping the collectors that it didn't occur to me how arousing that sway of hers actually was.
But even after that incredible evening with her, I realized that I had in fact, seen that very same sway somewhere else. It took a couple of weeks of being pushed into the back of my mind before it came to light exactly where I had seen that seductive 'come fuck me' sway before. Again, the reason I hadn't comprehended it sooner, was like the first time I saw Liara do it on board the ship, my head was filled with other pressing matters.
Flashing to my foremind, I remember walking – no strutting into a room that was dimly light with a guard about every 10 meters. My fingers twitched ready to pull my weapon and start shooting everyone around me if for self-preservation alone. My intended host had obviously underestimated my ability as a Spectre but I didn't come looking for trouble. I came wanting answers as I glared at each of her personal guards about the room.
I took a few more confident steps closer to the Matriarch who demanded respect. Resting between the third and fourth steps I pondered as I looked up in her direction, she had been around this God forsaken Universe. She had earned her respect. Although her words were few and carefully chosen there was much behind those pureblood blue eyes that she did not reveal to anyone, at least not here.
When I had first entered her private office, upon the far wall was a large a symbol. My first thought was to laugh internally thinking it looked like a big lollipop. I would later learn it was many things, but a child's candy it was not. It had a powerful significance. After I was cleared to take a few steps closer, I stopped only a few meters away from the woman in charge with a rather large guard separating us. She didn't seem worried or even concerned at all that I was a Spectre. I peered out the large glass windows in front of her curvaceous figure, down into the pit below at the mass of bodies that moved about without any real purpose. After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, I swallowed hard and thought perhaps it had been I, the first human Spectre, who had under estimated her.
She displayed her arrogance proudly as she didn't even turn to look at me when I lifted off last step coming to stand just behind her. I thought, boy was she confident or too trusting. I later found out it was neither. As powerful as she was, I was no threat to her. I was barely a bleep on her map, of no real concern to her, practically a waste of breath to her. From behind the soft flickering lights reflected radically off of her beautiful purple skin.
Once the last of her annoying bodyguards stepped aside, I was privy to view her body in full. And there it was, as she spun around, identical to that captivatingly seductive sway, I would see a few months later from the woman I loved. It was that damn alluring sway that had complete control over me.
My pulse began to race; my thoughts were all over the place. It was only my stiff body inside my N7 Alliance armor that contained me physically. As I made several flexing movements of my fist, I felt the bio-kem material of my gloves tighten against my hand; the way leather would stretch across your skin. It was a self-preservation technique I learned back at N7 training. 'No matter what, the N7 armor you wear, will not fail you. You are the elite of the elite. Feel the armor; feel the material as it will fit you like a glove. It will eventually fit you as if you were born wearing it.' With these few mental exercises, my sane thoughts quickly returned and my pulse slowed as I took heed of the woman who stood before me.
Her deep rich lavender skin was flawless. I remember staring, mesmerized she was a Matriarch of at least 750 galactic years. Thinking silently I grinned, 'What the women back on earth wouldn't do to learn her beauty secrets.' Two thin lines arched across her forehead, while a thicker single line traced down her bottom lip to her chin. I tried not to notice them, because they too were making my blood boil with sexual desire. She was so raw, so unfiltered compared to Matriarch Benezia whom was the only other Matriarch I had conversations with besides the Asari Councilor. There was a thinner streak of ink that reached from each side of her nose, across her eyebrows and appealing stretched down each of her cheekbones. I didn't know the significance of the markings but like everything else about this enchanting asari, there had to be purpose behind them; great purpose.
Her bright white vest covered her top but didn't leave much to the imagination and her dark purple pants fit snugly around the lower part of her body were striking to say the least. I could imagine the many human male tongues' she sent wagging whether on purpose or not. Those black straps or belts whatever you wanted to call them on her outfit had me secretly begging for a moment that I was tied up in them in her private chambers. Looking about her establishment, I could see by the drooling eyes and attentive servants that I wasn't the only person who would more than kill to get her alone in a dark alley.
But it was that sway, that damn seductive, alluring, sexually pleasing sway that got my juices flowing uncontrollably. I tried to shake my head clear of such thoughts, but when she motioned for me to sit next to her on the joining couch I almost lost it. I could tell by her other guest that I had been granted a rare privilege by their gapping mouths and erratic shift in body language. 'Ok think Shepard be cool.' I thought hard. 'Just relax she's just another stunning asari. Wow look at those boots. Ugh!' My mind began racing unproductively again.
Her voice was sweet, feminine and dripping with self-confidence. Each word or collection of words dripped off her tongue like they were the last words you would ever want to hear until she spoke such phrases as, "I won't hesitate to kill you. Rip your head off. You are nothing to me. And Don't fuck with me!"
"I was told that if I had a question while I was here, to come to you." She laughed at me. I suddenly felt like a child again being accused of stealing cookies from mom's cookie jar. It wasn't a feeling I liked back then, and certainly not now being an adult and a Spectre at that. Again her back faced me out of lack of respect, while all I could do was stare at was the lollipop symbol that was boldly planted on the back of her jacket. It was a large circle with a single line pointing down half way through the circle. She slowly raised her arms as if addressing the entire station at once. She laughed heartedly, "I am Omega!"
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P.S. This is a true story of how my game Shepard saw Liara's first sway then the second after LotSB in ME2. My Shepard knew she had (I had) seen that same gesture before. Look it up, Aria does the same thing. Sweet. This is only one version of who could be Liara's sire. Please don't tell me I'm wrong, especially when the truth comes out. It was only one theory. Thanks Octoberskys.