Mine
After entering the elevator and tapping the top button, Liara lifted her hands and rubbed her eyes in slow, firm strokes. Completely exhausted, she leaned against the wall, her limbs heavy but still feeling uncomfortably wired with tension, as if her skin was pulled a bit too tightly over her flesh.
When the door hissed open, she sighed softly before stepping out. Her day was already long - like so many have been recently - and it was only going to get longer, but she was determined to take a break and go visit Shepard. They had far too little time together these last couple of days and she was constantly forced to choose between her lover and the rest of the universe, guilt twisting her stomach no matter what she chose. Well, she wasn't going to feel guilty now. Not for stealing a couple of hours after working so hard.
Maybe she would be up for a late dinner, if she's still working. And if she's already collapsed into bed – a long snuggle followed by a massage? Maybe something more?
Almost hesitantly, her lips quirked up in a soft smile, her first one in a couple of days, and she allowed it to spread as she tapped Shepard's door to open. She felt tension leaving her body at the mere promise of her lover's body against hers, but it came crashing back with a vengeance when she finally registered the sight in front of her.
Shepard was not sleeping. And she was certainly not working hard. She was playing. With Specialist Traynor, of all people.
Liara's lips tightened in an effort to keep her smile going as she descended the steps, teeth grinding together when Shepard sent only a smile and a nod her way before returning to banter playfully with Traynor. As if the Specialist was a close friend and not direct subordinate. When did that happen? And how long has it been going on? It was a while since Liara had made use of her carefully placed cameras in Shepard's room. And now, she found herself regretting it.
"…and the other doesn't have a smartass comm officer to keep her in line."
"Ooh, that's even better than the number of testicles punch line." Traynor said, making Shepard laugh. What the hell were they talking about? Deciding that it didn't matter, Liara stepped forward. Their little bonding session, or whatever this was, was now officially over. Liara had plans with Shepard, and Traynor needed to leave. Immediately.
"I'm so glad you didn't run back to the lab, Traynor." Shepard said, leaning back a little.
Faltering only for a moment, Liara suddenly had to fight off a ridiculous urge to lean down and kiss her, maybe even force her tongue into Shepard's mouth and taste her. Maybe that would teach her how to properly greet her lover. Instead, she placed her hand on Shepard's shoulder, squeezing it a bit more than necessary and feeling almost disappointed when Shepard didn't react.
"Thanks, Commander. So, a rematch?" Traynor said, looking infuriatingly smug, a smile playing on her lips.
Liara wanted to wipe it off. And just like that, getting Traynor out of the room wasn't a priority anymore. Wasn't enough.
"I will take that challenge," she said quickly, something ghosting over her lips. Something that could be called a smile if it wasn't so cold and predatory. "If you don't mind, Shepard." She added as an afterthought, glancing at her lover, but turning away before she could respond.
Samantha's smile faltered a bit, but Shepard's didn't. If anything, her grin widened as she stood up.
"Not at all," she said. "In fact, I think I'm going to jump down to the mess for a cup of coffee while you two start. I need a little pick me up after that crushing defeat." She actually winked at Traynor before turning to the door and Liara's expression darkened even further. She sat into Shepard's chair and licked her lips slowly, careful to keep her voice as close to normal as possible.
"Shall we begin, Specialist?" She almost whispered and Traynor sprang into action, after one last uncomfortable glance in her direction. Liara was glad.
She should be uncomfortable. I'm going to destroy her.
It took only a couple of moments until they were set to go; a few well-practiced taps on the interface by the Specialist until the board glittered into its original form, two rows of figures settling in front each of the players.
She has quite the nimble little fingers, doesn't she? Time to teach her to keep them to herself.
Liara leaned forward to make the first move, not saying a word but making sure to pin the Specialist with her eyes. A tingle of embarrassment spread through her chest, an indication that she was taking things too far, being ridiculous, but she squashed it down furiously and without mercy.
She was tired. Exhausted. Fed up with the war, her never-ending work, doing the right thing all the time and being rewarded with only more misery. But worst of all was being robbed of her time with Shepard now that she finally had her back. Especially when there was a constant stream of people trying to slither into her territory while she wasn't looking.
"Um…" Traynor started nervously after making a move, trying to cut the long silence and wincing when Liara fixed her with her eyes. She seemed like she wished she hadn't said anything, but was now determined to finish. "I didn't know you knew how to play chess, Doctor T'Soni."
Liara wasn't in the mood to explain herself. "I know all sorts of things, Specialist. And I excel in each and every one of them." So maybe you should go play with someone your own size. She left the last part unspoken, but she made sure her tone hinted at it strongly, pleased when Traynor focused on the game again, looking more nervous than ever as she started playing just a fraction faster.
Yes, there was always someone seeking Shepard's attention, trying to get more than what Liara was willing to share, which admittedly wasn't very much. But even just on the Normandy, she couldn't count how many inappropriate snippets of conversation she caught in her web. And out of all of those, Traynor was by far the worst. More covert than most, but that only made her more dangerous.
Liara made another quick move, seemingly defensive in nature when she was actually luring Traynor into a trap. She had done her research well the first time she saw the Specialist leaning just a little bit too close to Shepard, invading her personal space.
Traynor was an excellent player, true, but she was prone to attack impulsively if she got bored. It almost seemed like she preferred to take a risk of losing rather than to draw, playing for all or nothing, and Liara preyed on this weakness, concentrating completely on the game. Defeat was not an option. And if she was honest with herself, neither was winning by a small margin. She needed to demolish her opponent.
"The Commander sure got stuck in the mess hall, didn't she?" Traynor let out a strangled laugh, but it died quickly. "I mean, I understand she needed a break after I kicked her ass, but the game itself was pretty short. I was only here for half an hour." Her tone sounded a bit strange, almost apologetic, but when Liara looked up, Traynor's eyes were still on the board.
"Although, with her liberal understanding of the game, I'm surprised she lasted even that long." She laughed again, but Liara wasn't mollified.
"Actually, I find Shepard's stamina to be quite impressive. Although I don't expect you to know that, Specialist. Or that you ever will." Liara whispered, pulling another move as soon as Traynor finished hers, pleased when she caught her adversary shifting in her seat. Even more pleased that the game progressed exactly as she'd hoped. It would be over soon.
Traynor's hand hovered over one of her pawns then moved to her remaining bishop before finally clenching once and retreating. She hesitated before speaking. "I…I think there has been a…misunderstanding, Doctor. I…"
"I disagree." Liara interrupted her coolly, leaning back in her chair and folding her hands in her lap, a smile flickering over her features again. "I think I understand what you want very well. You're obviously not as adept as hiding your…hopes as you might think, Specialist."
Traynor flushed furiously. "I don't…That might have been true, in the beginning, but…" She swallowed thickly before continuing. "I wouldn't want you to see me as a threat when…"
Something in Liara snapped and she jumped forward in her seat, her voice dangerously low. "You are. Not. A threat. To me." She hissed, preparing to make herself absolutely clear just when she heard the doors open. She wiped her face clean of expression swiftly, a twitch crossing her features when she realized her hands were glowing softly. Clenching her jaw, she reined in her biotics.
"Your move, Specialist." She whispered when it was anything but. The game was already over.
"Oh, wow, you guys already progressed this far?" Shepard said as she approached, sitting on one of Liara's armrests. She curled one hand over Liara's shoulder and took a sip of her coffee with the other before she continued. "This is so out of my league." She said in awe. "I'm not even sure what's going on. Or what I'd do if I was playing."
It was all the invitation Liara needed. She grabbed Shepard's coffee, taking a sip before setting it on the table, then pulled the Commander into her lap without a warning. "Then why don't you take a closer look?" She said, fighting off a soft sigh as Shepard's weight settled in her lap, an arm brushing over her breast lightly but deliciously. It felt natural. Right.
And it only got better when she saw that both Shepard and Traynor blushed before looking down, embarrassed. She almost couldn't tell which blush she preferred. Almost.
She leaned back again while she waited for Traynor to get on with it, rubbing Shepard's lower back with one hand while the other moved to squeeze the middle of Shepard's thigh. She didn't have to wait long.
Traynor pushed one of her rooks forward, taking a knight but sealing her fate. Liara grinned and reached forward.
"Checkmate." She said, drinking in Traynor expression with gusto, moving her eyes away only to see the game ending animation - Traynor's holographic king throwing his crown to the floor, at her own king's feet.
A thrill of excitement shot down her spine, just when she heard Shepard's soft intake of breath. Her shoulders relaxed, sending a glimmer of dull pain through her body, and she realized how rigid they must have been.
"Well, I guess that's it. Thanks for the great game, Doctor." Traynor said, her eyes still downcast. "But it's getting late, so…I think I'll just…"
"Good night, Specialist." Liara jumped in before Shepard could get any bright ideas about stopping her. She did, however, move her hand a bit further on Shepard's thigh when Traynor looked their way, relishing the moment when her wannabe rival looked away so quickly she must have gotten whiplash.
She waited until the door closed behind Traynor before grabbing Shepard's collar and pulling her down in a deep kiss. She'd won and now it was time to take what was hers. She'd waited far too long already.
Liara pushed her tongue into Shepard's mouth, conquering it and forcing it into submission. At first she felt Shepard fighting her but then she seemed to catch the hint and retreat, apparently pleased to only coax Liara further inside, tempting her with an occasional skillful lick. But when she caught Liara's tongue between her lips and sucked at it lightly, humming in pure pleasure, Liara finally broke the kiss, moving away as she tried to steady her breathing. She couldn't lose control so easily.
"That was so sexy." Shepard murmured, a huge smile across her face as she moved to straddle Liara. A soft sigh left her lips when their bodies pressed together again and she nudged Liara's nose with her own before she continued. "You kicked her ass so easily. And I couldn't even touch her."
Liara decided to ignore the last bit – the image of Shepard touching Traynor hardly improving her mood – and focus on the first part. "It was easy once you knew what to look for. Plus, she seemed a bit nervous the whole time. Not quite concentrated." She grabbed Shepard's hips and ground them against herself, her lips already moving to nibble on Shepard's throat.
"Really? She seemed perfectly…Wait, you knew what to look for? Liara, did you research her?" Shepard said, trying to infuse her voice with all the authority of the Savior of the Citadel, but the attempt fell through when she groaned at the mere suggestion of teeth on her pulse point. Liara smirked. Shepard always did have a very sensitive neck. She would bet Traynor didn't know that.
"I needed to understand the way she thinks, Shepard." She cut off, already moving back to claim Shepard's skin, even contemplating leaving a very visible mark, but Shepard's next words froze her in place.
"Whatever for?" She asked, genuinely perplexed. "But no matter the reason, I still think…" She stopped for a moment before continuing.
"Wait…You cheated." She said, her eyes wide.
Liara pulled back, uncomfortable tightness filling her chest. She refused to examine it. "Hardly. I played my game like I always do – by using all of the information available to me. She did the same."
"But it wasn't the same, was it? You knew all about her and she didn't even have a hint to help her." When she saw Liara clench her jaw, Shepard laughed and lifted her hand to cup her lover's face gently. "Look, I'm not trying to blow this out of proportion. I just feel bad for Sam. She's a sweetheart and she was so happy when she beat me. To think that she lost so completely without even a chance…"
Something wicked prickled behind Liara's eyes and she shut them for a moment to steady herself. And there was the root of the problem, wasn't it? The truth she refused to examine, to dwell on.
Sam was a sweetheart. An adorable scientist who often said the wrong thing before she grew to feel comfortable around the crew. A woman who owed Shepard her life. Who developed feelings for her Commander long before she had the courage to talk about them.
The whole bloody thing hit so close to home that it was unbearable. Insufferable to think about how much Liara herself had changed from her very similar beginnings, how far she'd fallen.
She would cheat for Shepard. She would threaten, and blackmail, and extort, and even kill, if it made Shepard even a fraction safer. And she had done all of those things.
How long until Shepard sees her for what she's become? How long until she notices blood on her hands and decides that that wasn't what she'd signed up for? How long until she's left in the dust for someone like the person she'd once been? Liara swallowed thickly, raising her chin in defiance.
"You're taking her side?" She asked softly, dangerously.
"No, of course not." Shepard said, her features softening as she leaned further into Liara, but it wasn't nearly enough.
Without letting her lover finish, Liara swirled their chair around until it faced the bed, then pushed Shepard up. "Get up." She said, forcing Shepard to obey and ignoring the confusion in her eyes. She forced a smile. "And take off your clothes. You deserve to be punished for turning your back on me." Her voice wavered a bit on the last part, and it seemed Shepard had noticed it. She smiled back, yes, but she seemed unconvinced even though she didn't try to press further.
That would have to be enough.
The boots were the first to go. Leaning back in her chair, Liara crossed her legs and placed her hands on the armrests, prepared to enjoy the show. Hoping that having Shepard obey her without question would soothe the growing anxiety that threatened to overwhelm her.
Fingering the edge of her shirt for a moment, Shepard finally gripped it firmly and pulled it over her head in one smooth motion, her hair cascading on her shoulders as she dropped her shirt to the floor. Next, she moved her hands to her belt, unbuckling it with sure fingers before pushing her pants down slowly, only to then kick them away in a matter of seconds. Left standing in her underwear, she hesitated for a couple of moments, a soft blush spreading across her cheeks and almost stealing Liara's breath away. She was absolutely stunning – her smooth pale skin bathed in the soft blue glow from the aquarium on one side, and her lamp contrasting it beautifully from the other. And she was all Liara's.
For now, she added despite herself in her mind. Gritting her teeth, she pushed the thought away.
"I didn't tell you to stop, Shepard." Liara said, not a hint of mercy in her voice. "Don't tell me you're embarrassed." No; after everything we've done together, there's no way you could be.
"I'm not! I don't have a problem with stripping; I'm a soldier for God's sake." Shepard defended and placed her hands awkwardly on her hips. "It's just that…You sitting there, completely dressed, all cold and evaluating. Trust me, it's not embarrassment." She waved her hands at Liara before smiling sheepishly. "I just think there should at least be some music if you expect me to go all the way."
"Not with the way you dance, Shepard." Liara said, careful to lace her voice with boredom before continuing. "Now, stop teasing or I'm going to tear your underwear off with my biotics and that will be the gentlest thing I do tonight."
Shooting her a dirty look but not wasting another second, Shepard sprang into motion, reaching behind to unclasp her bra before slipping it off her shoulders. Her nipples tightened when Liara lowered her eyes to her breasts, but she dropped her hands to her panties without another word, as instructed.
For a moment it seemed like she was going to just push them down, but then a wicked grin curled her lips and she turned around slowly. Arching her back to give Liara the best possible view she bent over, taking her panties with her and exposing herself completely. And more importantly - enjoying it without even a hint of modesty.
An exaggerated weave of her hips - left and right as the cloth travelled down her smooth, firm thighs - completed the motion, and when she came back up, Liara could tell that she was feeling giddy with herself just by the position of her shoulders. Liara's hands gripped the armrests furiously, wanting nothing more than to jump forward and throw her lover on the bed, straddling her face without mercy. Instead, she clenched her jaw, forcing herself to focus.
"So wet after just taking off your clothes, Commander? I barely even touched you yet." She said shamelessly, as if her own panties weren't suffering already. She shuffled a little in her seat, pleased when a bit of tension sneaked into Shepard's posture. "Is that really all it takes for you to ruin your pretty little panties?"
Shepard inhaled softly before turning around to look at Liara. An expression flew over her features, half understanding - half something too quick to discern, before she opened her mouth to speak.
"Of course not." Shepard said, her voice a bit deeper than usual as she locked eyes with Liara. "Stripping wasn't the reason. I got wet because you were watching me." The tightness in Liara's chest loosened a bit at her words, but Shepard wasn't done yet. "Watching me like you wanted to fuck me raw. Until I'd have to beg you to stop because I couldn't take it anymore." She whispered, her flush spreading all the way to her chest. Liara gritted her teeth together, her breath flying out of her chest with a soft, barely audible growl. She couldn't sit still any longer.
Shooting up from her chair, she closed the distance between them in two quick steps, reveling in Shepard's moan when their bodies connected.
"What have I just said about teasing me?" She murmured, only a couple of inches from Shepard's lips but refusing to take them yet, choosing instead to enjoy the quickness of Shepard's breath and the heat of her body as she waited for her response.
"I can't help it, Liara." Shepard said, lifting her hand to cup Liara's face, her fingers tickling along the edge of Liara's jaw. "I got so wet just thinking about you pinning me against the wall. Bending me over something. Anything. Even now, I have to stop myself from rubbing my breasts against your lab coat." She stopped for a heartbeat before continuing. "It feels so rough against my nipples, Liara." She whispered softly, like she was sharing a secret. "I only wish…I wish you were wearing your armor. Because I want to feel all those buckles dig into me when you fuck me."
Her patience vanishing in an instant, Liara slammed her lips to Shepard's and ground their hips together almost painfully, swallowing Shepard's moan as she deepened the kiss.
She wasn't inclined to be gentle. She bit down on Shepard's lip after a few sharp nibbles, so hard she almost drew blood, at the same time digging her fingers into Shepard's supple flesh. Shepard didn't seem to mind, instead only melting further into Liara, even when her legs started growing weak, her moan smothered by Liara's invading tongue.
Wrapping one gloved hand around Shepard's waist to hold her up, Liara broke the kiss as her other hand ghosted over Shepard's stomach all the way to her pussy. She dragged her gloved fingers through Shepard's wetness to coat them - careful to avoid her clit - before moving them a bit further to prod at Shepard's entrance, hovering for a moment just to tease before pushing inside savagely.
Already darkened by desire, Shepard's eyes fluttered shut when she felt Liara's fingers stretching her deliciously as they slipped into her pussy in one smooth thrust. She let out a shuddering breath when they pulled out only to slam back inside, leaning her forehead against Liara's, already painting her lover's palm with her wetness.
Liara's eyes wandered down to look between them, entranced by the sight of her hand moving between Shepard's thighs, loving the way Shepard's breasts - already heaving with desire - shuddered each time she drove into Shepard.
She was glad when the Commander wrapped her hands around her neck for balance, but her chest swelled with affection when her lover didn't even try to unzip her. Between this and her earlier words, there was no doubt Shepard understood exactly what she needed tonight, if not why. And she was so eager to give it.
So when she felt Shepard tightening around her fingers, pulling her in, it was even more difficult to refrain from grinding her palm against her lover's clit. She had to have complete control tonight. And that definitely meant control over Shepard's pleasure.
Giving Shepard one last wiggle of her fingers, she withdrew without warning. And even though she let out a needy mewl when she realized what happened, Shepard didn't complain. Not even when Liara lifted her gloved, soaked fingers to her lips before speaking.
"Clean me up."
Shepard took a moment to steady herself, a shaky breath escaping her when the command broke through her haze. Licking her lips in preparation, her tongue a vivid pink against the red of her swollen lips, she locked her eyes with Liara's as she leaned forward.
Without pause, she descended on Liara's fingers, taking them inside in one long dip of her head and then sucking firmly when they finally rested against her tongue, her eyes darkening further when she saw Liara swallowing thickly, unable to look away.
Oh, Goddess, the heat alone, Liara thought absently, her eyes lowering to Shepard's mouth, not wanting to miss a second of the delicious sight. The Commander only waggled her tongue a bit before inching back, her cheeks hollowed as she pulled hungrily on Liara's fingers. Bringing one of her hands to Liara's wrist, she held it firmly as she released the fingers with a wet pop, then circled her tongue around the tips, chuckling when she saw the enthralled look on Liara's face.
It was a mistake.
Liara tensed, snapping out of Shepard's spell, irritated that she lost herself so quickly. Seeing Shepard like this - the Commander lowering her head to take her inside, her eyes feverish even as she submitted - was more than enough to make her knees wobble. And that was before Liara entertained the idea of rushing to the nightstand to grab a toy and equipping herself, giving Shepard a chance to really demonstrate her skill. The mere image of Shepard's head bobbing up and down between her thighs threatened to undo her.
Newfound determination filling her, Liara decided to shelf the idea for later as a wicked inspiration warmed her cheeks again. She waited until Shepard took her inside one more time, and then, just as the Commander started drawing back – that insufferable smug look still in her eyes – Liara grabbed her neck and forced her gloved fingers back inside.
Shepard let out a smothered yelp, choking a bit when Liara retreated briefly only to invade again, her fingers rigid and unforgiving. Shepard's cheeks darkened with heated embarrassment as she did her best to relax and surrender to the onslaught, and Liara watched the Commander closing her eyes briefly, obviously mortified as she slurped around her lover's fingers.
Liara licked her lips, satisfied that her dominance was reestablished, before yanking her fingers out and stepping away. Shepard wavered on her feet for a moment, like she'd just stepped on land after spending months on the ocean, breathing heavily but waiting for instruction unmoving.
"On the bed. Now." Liara said, enjoying the view for a moment as Shepard turned around and crawled on top of the bed without a word. It seemed that all of her cockiness left her, leaving only obedience behind.
While Liara went to the nightstand and grabbed the toy, the Commander hesitated for a moment, until she finally settled on her hands and knees, facing away from the aquarium but offering herself perfectly to her lover.
Turning to jump on the bed, Liara froze in her tracks when she took in the scene in front of her. She'd already planned to veto Shepard's first position just to teach her a lesson, no matter what the Commander chose, but this…this was tempting. Almost perfect, in fact.
"Not quite, Shepard." She husked finally and, placing the dildo on the small of Shepard's back, pushed the Commander down until she lay sprawled on the bed.
Yes, this is it.
She wanted, needed, Shepard to be completely under her control, until she was so pressed down by Liara's weight above her that she couldn't even move an inch away. Until all she could do was shiver and just take anything Liara decided to give her. A tingle of excitement shot straight to Liara's clit as the image flitted through her mind, and she hurried to unzip her lab coat, her hands shaking slightly.
When she finally managed to lower the zipper, she pushed her lab coat apart only to start working on her pants, not bothering to take anything off. There was no time. Shepard was waiting for her, soaking wet and open and submissive, and Liara couldn't take another second of delay before claiming her.
She pushed her pants and panties a bit down and away wildly, desperate to equip herself as soon as possible, sighing when the round end of the toy sunk into her, more out of relief than out of pleasure. The other end stuck out from her unzipped pants like a cock and she gripped it as she positioned herself behind Shepard, inhaling sharply when the sensory transmitters connected and she felt her own fingers along the length. They had only bought it recently and she hadn't had the chance to wear it yet, but now that she did… She worked the shaft a couple of times, running her hand up and down slowly but firmly, and her mouth opened in wonder as heat spread from her center all the way to her toes. She couldn't wait until she felt Shepard enveloping the toy, enveloping her, and pulling her inside.
She'd just placed a firm hand on Shepard's hip, coaxing a series of twitches and a soft groan out of the Commander, when an idea lanced through her mind, dirty and magnificent. Filthy, but so fucking tempting that Liara felt her pussy clench almost painfully at the mere thought of going through with it.
Struggling with herself as she tried to decide what to do, she saw Shepard getting restless beneath her, no doubt thinking she was being teased. Liara steeled herself, grabbing their smallest pillow and pushing it beneath Shepard's hips, elevating them a bit.
She couldn't hesitate. Couldn't pass up the opportunity to stake her claim. Not now, when she had already come so far. Everyone needed to know exactly where they stood.
Leaning a bit forward, she traced her hand down Shepard's spine in apology before turning on her omnitool and accessing her favorite camera. The one mounted on the wall right across the aquarium, at the same height as the bed. Setting up a video stream with a couple of taps, she sent the link to Specialist Traynor quickly, before she could change her mind.
She's bound to check her mail before sleep. And then she'll know who Shepard belongs to. She'll have no choice but to back away.
Emboldened by her own thoughts, she grabbed the shaft again and moved forward, positioning it so it prodded gently against Shepard's entrance. Taking a deep breath, she looked directly forward, steel in her eyes.
Her heart thundering in her chest, Liara pushed her hips forward, sharing her lover's shudder when the tight ring of muscle gave under the pressure and the head of her cock sunk into the Commander. Goddess, she thought absently when she felt all that silky heat fluttering around her, beckoning her inside. The feeling always floored her, but this time it felt both deliciously familiar and enticingly foreign. Absolutely perfect.
She allowed herself a moment to relish it but then, with a hint of remorse, she realized she would have to pull back. She started retreating slowly, reluctantly, and then heard Shepard let out an involuntary whimper, quickly muffled when the Commander buried her head into the sheets. Liara smirked for the camera, still not looking away, possessiveness blooming in her chest. She let it spread unchecked, this time not even trying to put a leash on it. Oh Shepard…I'm going to make you squeal and mewl and keen for me until you're hoarse and I'm going to make her hear each and every pleading sound you make. But I still have to pull back first.
She didn't want to, but she had no choice. In her hurry she forgot to grab the lube, and she was damned if she'd go rummaging for it now. It probably wouldn't be necessary, anyway. Shepard was so dripping wet she already painted the poor pillow beneath her with her juices. The stain was still spreading, especially when Liara's cock popped out, accompanied by Shepard's newest breathless sigh. Liara smirked again, finally lowering her head to truly appreciate the scene in front of her. Maybe she'd make Shepard lick the mess she made once they were done - kneel down and suck the pillowcase clean – and share that image with the Specialist, too. It was a pity Traynor missed the beginning, but Liara would make sure she still got an eyeful.
She grabbed Shepard's hips firmly with both hands, digging her fingers into her lover's flesh, then pushed forward again, stopping mercilessly when the toy dipped only an inch further than the last time before withdrawing once more. She repeated the motion a couple of times, each thrust sinking just a bit deeper as Shepard trembled beneath her in an effort to stay still and silent, not increasing her pace or force of her thrusts, determined to carefully wet the dildo before she could fuck the Commander just as thoroughly.
It was difficult. She bit her lower lip, her body almost painfully tense, as she fought not to just plunge inside and take what was hers. But she couldn't risk even a moment of discomfort for Shepard. Not now.
She'd just rocked her hips forward again, a little more than halfway inside, when she heard Shepard speak, her voice gravelly but still muffled by the sheets.
"Oh, my God, Liara…Please…I can take it, just…Please just fuck me." Liara shivered with delight, planning to glance at the camera again, when her eyes caught Shepard's hand moving down, beneath herself.
She surged forward quickly, grabbing it firmly before forcing it up and next to Shepard's head as she leaned over the Commander, covering her with her body, but careful to keep her hips high, the toy still halfway out. She squeezed the Commander wrist tightly, then reached out with her other hand and grabbed a fistful of her hair. She pulled it back, forcing Shepard's face up before whispering into her ear.
"You're not allowed to come until I give you permission, my love. And you're certainly not allowed to touch yourself like a wanton, out of control little slut." Shepard twitched as if slapped at the last word, but Liara felt her pussy squeeze the strapon even harder. She toyed with the idea of a shallow meld, just to see what her lover was thinking, but discarded it almost immediately. It was too soon. Instead, she weaved her hips in an agonizing slow circle, enjoying Shepard's quick shuddering exhale.
"Jesus Christ, Liara… What has gotten into you tonight?" Shepard whispered, but Liara ignored her, continuing her own line of thought.
"But I might indulge you if you ask really nicely." She hissed into Shepard's ear again, her knees spreading a bit wider to help keep her balance. The temptation to just bury herself into Shepard was so strong she doubted she would have been able to hold off even if Shepard refused to obey. But, seeing the state Shepard was in – even further gone than Liara herself – left no doubt of the outcome.
"So why don't you repeat what you mumbled into the sheets before?" Liara continued, heat trickling down her thighs when she thought about the picture they painted for Traynor. "Why don't you beg me to fuck you again?"
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I should turn it off.
Traynor bit her lip, a sudden urge to look around lancing through her again, needing to make sure that she was alone. Even though she knew both of her roommates got stuck with the night shift. Even though she checked the same thing half a dozen times already, terrified that she might be caught.
I should definitely turn it off then, she thought again absently, her dark eyes growing even darker as her pupils dilated so wide they almost swallowed the ring of brown. But no matter how many times she tried to force herself to stop, she just couldn't look away.
The sight in front of her was…unbelievable. Doctor T'Soni was kneeling behind Shepard, fully dressed but strapped, and it was obvious by the weave of her hips that she was teasing Shepard with shallow thrusts. Traynor always thought that the Doctor was beautiful, in an aloof and detached sort of way, but tonight she was looking more stunning and deadly than ever, her face stripped of her polite mask and brimming with tightly restrained lust as she drove herself into Shepard, inch by agonizingly slow inch.
And Shepard, dear God! Traynor would never forget the moment Doctor pulled the Commander's head back and made her look forward. Traynor flinched in her seat as if struck by lightning, a strangled sound escaping her already gaping mouth when it seemed like their eyes connected.
But then again, Shepard always had an uncontrollable effect on her.
Traynor brought her thighs together, first squeezing lightly and then swearing when her pussy clenched with obvious need, still unable to tear her eyes away from her terminal.
Shouldn't she be feeling something more? Something other than the uncontrollable flood of arousal as she watched her crush with another woman, about to get pounded and loving every second of it? But as Samantha searched her feelings, she found she felt no jealousy. And truth be told, she'd already made tentative peace with it, tried to move on when she saw that Shepard already had someone.
But now that Liara sent her this, probably meant as a warning sign as if the chess game wasn't enough, the game changed. And Traynor decided to take it as a gift instead, out of defiance if not anything else.
She squirmed in her seat again, afraid she might soak through her panties and her light sleeping shorts and paint the chair beneath her. She let her eyes slide from Liara's obviously smug expression to linger over Shepard's form, her pulse hammering wildly in her clit, tightening her chest and shortening her breath. Her nails dug into her palms with the effort to stay still, to stop herself from burying her hands inside her panties. She couldn't remember the last time she had any release.
No privacy to be found in her own bedroom. None even in the showers. And her shifts were the stuff of frustrated nightmares. Working with Shepard every day – with the Commander's velvety voice thrumming deep in her chest each time they spoke, an accidental brush of hand enough to make her blush and, worst of all, the tickle of Shepard's breath on her neck when she beckoned the Commander over to the console to show her something. And Traynor found herself actually yearning for the contact - no matter how minute or unsatisfying - starting a conversation each time the Commander passed by.
"Why don't you beg me to fuck you again?"
The sentence tore through Traynor's haze and slammed into her chest, only to trickle heat down to her lower stomach and then lower still. She licked her lips, her battle with control broken.
I should turn it off, but I won't.
She'd tortured herself fantasizing about taking the Commander like this on more than one occasion, a sordid drop in the ocean of images of Shepard taking control of her. And now, seeing it actually happen… A gift, indeed. Thank you, Doctor.
She watched Shepard trying to gather herself; took in the glazed eyes, the parted, swollen lips and the strained column of her neck. She was magnificent. Perfect. Just like I knew she would be.
Slipping one hand beneath her panties, Traynor lifted her leg on the table and leaned back a bit in her chair, a soft sigh escaping her when she found her wetness with her fingers and brought it to her clit; the unforgiving ache thrumming through her pussy made a tiny bit more bearable when she started brushing it.
So this is what she sounds like when she's close. This is what she looks like.
Branding the image into her memory, Traynor dragged her other hand to her pussy too, not hesitating a moment before plunging two fingers deep inside, her eyes fixed on Shepard's, letting herself believe for a moment that Shepard knew that she was watching, that she wanted her to see.
Let's come together, Commander. For the first and last time.