A/N: This was a filler story, from another website; I did a long time ago. After a few friends came over, they strongly suggested that I post it on FF since there are so few stories featuring Matriarch Benezia and Matriarch Aethyta. So read the filler prompt, and below is what I did with it. I hope you enjoy!

A/N-2: I own nothing but my own creative thoughts. BioWare Inc. and EA Sports own it ALL (lucky bastards).

A special shout out to PMC65 for encouraging me to tackle this type of subject.

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Original Filler Prompt

Really missing the Asari loving as of late. Humbly request some. Any Asari/Asari pair will do, but extra cookies for the following:

Liara/Sha'ira- Liara wants to learn some new tricks now that She and Femshep are back together ((double cookies if Femshep has the same idea))

Benezia/Aethyta - (bartender from Illium, probably spelled that wrong) - since it is hinted that might be Liara's other parent, let the loving begin. Both are strong (and kinda angry)...

Benezia/Sha'ira/Aethyta threesome? No reason, just hot.

Read...GO! (please)

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POLAR OPPOSITES

Chapter 1

Fire and Ice

The Thessian ballroom was overly crowded with asari during the prestigious banquet that night. A newly appointed matriarch stood among her acolytes. The distinguished asari wore a beautiful yellow gown that amplified her alluring indigo skin beneath. Nodding and bowing at her welcomed guests, the noble figure stood slightly taller than most of her fellow asari, as she pleasantly displayed herself as a collective, intelligent and wise woman far beyond her years. The dark markings above her eyes accentuated her lovely indigo color, though she seemed to hide the alluring skin under her Athame priestess head dressing. However to most's gratification, she more than made up for it with the lower bust line of her gowns. After all, the great spiritual leader was proud to be an asari beauty, and she displayed it proudly. The teacher of religion and philosophy always donned an air of confidence and pose. The imperial manner in which she presented herself, often made the younger asari weak in the knees; commandos and acolytes alike.

Secretly loving the new authority and responsibility placed upon her, the newest matriarch silently relished in the idea, but power was not new to her; nor was she vain or abusive of it. The indigo woman had come from a great linage of asari, dating back to the beginning their civilization. Statues of her ancestries littered the wondrous gardens of Serrice University's campus; where only the elite asari attended.

It was only when the next wave of distant followers of her great teachings departed to allow another village to grace the matriarch's presence that a single unidentified asari boldly slid next to the noble figure. The odd woman appeared to look behind the distinguished servant of Goddess Athame before standing shoulder to shoulder with the high priestess. Fiddling with her long crystal flute, filled with Ardat Yakshi wine, the asari smirked as she succeeded in her plans of getting close to the finely dressed matriarch. Suddenly and without proper cause, an unkempt and husky voice, lustrously purred so only the powerful biotic could hear, "Nice ass."

With no time to react to the vulgar comment, the dark blue matriarch was pleasantly greeted by another village of followers; adoring her. Feeling it ill mannered to break from the traditional greetings, the spiritual leader tended to her duties as required; thrusting her personal emotions to the side. Her façade and posture remained regal as ever, no one could tell, she secretly wanted to warp the arrogant asari at her side into tomorrow.

Ignoring the formal presentations, the strange woman, who stood at eye level with the taller than normal asari leaned over, and whispered into the powerful biotics' ear as if they had been friends forever. To her surprise, the prominent matriarch naturally leaned closer to the lavender asari to hear the next words out of the woman's mouth. "You know hot stuff. We should get a drink sometime."

Utterly taken by surprise, the matriarch's eyes widened from shock that she, of all people, would be spoken to in such an alluded manner. Clearing her throat, as she maintained her professional graces, the asari leader shot a death glared at the woman dressed in a loud orange and white floor length gown. Quietly scoffing to prevent any unnecessary attention, the indigo woman's cheeks flushed, "Do you know who I am?"

Languidly sipping her asari wine, the confident woman replied, "Of course I do, hot stuff." Swirling her extravagant beverage in the crystal chalice from Thessia, the lavender skinned woman swayed her hips as she disclosed with a hint of pride, "Every asari here on Thessia knows 'The Great Matriarch Benezia'." Completely dumbfounded that the woman not only knew who she was, but was blatantly hitting on her stunned the Athame priestess more than she could believe possible. The stranger's prideful eyes once again wandered behind the noble figure as she proclaimed, "The question is…how many asari actually know what a fantastic looking ass you have?"

Abruptly snapping her indigo crest around, glaring at the unwelcomed guest, was all the matriarch could do to contain her discontent. Interrupting the distinguished asari's retaliation was a matron couple with their new born child. After blessing the azure colored infant, the powerful biotic sucked in a sharp breath ready to unleash her wrath onto the audacious woman at her side. However, when she turned to face the lavender skinned woman, she was gone. Scanning the venue, the prominent figure spotted the prideful asari only a few meters away, lifting her glass to toast the matriarch and her posterior. Before the holy woman's blood could boil further, the intruder was half way down the stairs; nearly out of site.

Seething with emotion, the flustered spiritual leader immediately grabbed the arm of the closest acolyte. Pointing in the direction of the woman headed down the stairs, Matriarch Benezia demanded, "Find out who that is."

Confusion encased the young matron's face as she glanced between the woman making her way down the long spiral staircase and her mistress. In the softest, and most respectful tone she was capable of, the young Athame priestess replied, "You mean Matriarch Aethyta?"