A/N: remember that I said the rating might go up? Well...
Javik is perhaps the most insufferable person Liara has ever had the misfortune of meeting.
"What are you doing?!" Liara ducks back under cover, hissing at the companion beside her.
"Killing reapers," Javik replies as if she was the most stupid creature in existence, briefly looking out to throw a grenade at a clustered group of cannibals.
"Guys…"
"I was setting up a biotic explosion!" Liara snaps at him, how dare he think that lowly of her. "If you would have let me I would have taken care of all those cannibals and the brute right next to them!"
"Guys…!"
"It was a reaper. I shot it." Javik's upper lip curls upward and he glares at her, to which she glares back. "Why must you insist on blaming me for your own shortfalls, asari?"
"GUYS!" Javik and Liara turn to look behind them to where Shepard was unsuccessfully trying to fend off two brutes alone, running and jumping into cover. "THE WEDDING CAN WAIT UNTIL AFTER THE MISSION!"
The two biotics look at each other in disgust before reloading their guns with a click.
"Wrong." Javik says, handing her back the datapad as if it were a dead ratul. There's a very irritating condescending tone in his voice. "Everything about this is wrong."
Liara diverts her attention back to all the research that she knew was now in vain, scanning word by word and biting her lip in frustration. "I spent a year in the Styx Theta cluster coming up with this."
"Clearly not enough time if you thought those were canals."
"But…"
"Dr. T'Soni, I thought you wished to learn about my people," Javik shifts his position and looks away in a bored fashion, "not lie about them."
Liara swears that she sees a small upturn in the corner of his lips, and resists the urge to chuck the datapad at his head.
She finds herself sitting on the arm of a couch, naked from the waist down, they both are. Liara's hand is grasping the back of Javik's neck and her mind is a blur. She voices her desires by squeezing at his waist with her thighs. Come on, she thinks.
She's a little confused when her partner gently pries her hands from himself, and grips them behind her back, leaving her dependent on him to keep her from falling. Liara is even more perplexed when Javik whispers against her ear cavity.
"Beg."
"Are you s—" Liara gasps out before he lets go of her, letting her fall for a short few moments before catching her and wrestling her back into the earlier position. It's enough to cause the blood to rush to her head and make her slightly dizzy. He's serious.
"I… please…" She mumbles against his neck, before kissing it, "I want you."
That seems to have been enough for Javik, and Liara hisses out a yes as she feels his sex slick against hers … but he surprises her by letting her go again, except this time she feels her body hit the plushness of the couch. First her eyes stare at the ceiling wide in astonishment, and then narrow in anger. He had been toying with her all along.
Javik makes his way around Liara, comfortably taking a seat next to her. "Liara," he chuckles in amusement, and she swivels her hips to place her feet on the ground, taking her time to glare daggers at the prothean. "What sort of man do you think I am?"
"The dead sort." She snarls as she grabs the pillow beside her and stuffs it in his smug face.
And yet the most irritating thing about Javik is how he managed to make her fall in love with him anyway.