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Warning: This chapter contains a relatively explicit sexual encounter between a Human female and a slightly not so Human female. If this bothers you, please feel free to skip this chapter in its entirety.
This is War
"Shepard? May I speak with you?"
Liara said as she approached her Commander in the mess hall. They were nearly half an hour away from the Krogan D.M.Z. Jane looked up from the conversation she'd been having with one of her crewmembers. The red-head was anxious about what they would find at the Turian crash site on the Krogan homeworld. It didn't make sense that a Turian frigate was even in the demilitarized zone at a time like this. The resulting stress of the situation had led to her procurement of one of Doctor Chakwas' tea packages that currently sat within the mug of steaming water in her hands.
Still, despite her worry over the situation, the sight of her lover was more than enough to make a smile spread across her lips and a torrent of warmth fill her stomach that wasn't just from the tea.
"Of course. There's time before the next mission, but you know I always have time for you."
It surprised Liara how well she was used to suppressing the embarrassing purple color from creeping up her neck and painting her cheeks. Two and a half years ago, that simple comment would lead to Liara crumbling into a blushing mess. Even now, that beautiful face beaming up at her was enough to make her legs 'jelly' where she stood (another Human expression that she didn't quite understand until she saw the food product it was associated with). However, Liara held firm under that emerald gaze she loved so much.
"I'd like to speak in private, if you'd allow…"
Liara shot a glance at the crew mates currently populating the mess, chatting amongst themselves. A dark red brow rose up as Jane lifted herself from her seat, cup in hand.
"Something wrong?"
The Shadow Broker took her lover's unoccupied hand and led her through the mess hall, toward the Normandy's central elevator.
"Liara, what's going on? I'm getting a little weirded-out now."
Liara remained silent as she dragged her Commander past the elevator and into the women's communal bathroom.
"Liara! Would you-!"
Jane couldn't finish her sentence as she was pushed into the metal wall beside her. The cup of tea dropped from her hand to clatter onto the ground. Before the red-head could say a word, blue lips had already stolen her breath in a wholly unexpected kiss. She tried to keep up, tried to match the surprising passion and raw need that practically poured off of her lover, but she would be destined to be swept up in the storm. They parted for but a moment before Liara claimed her Jane's lips again, snaking a violet tongue into the Commander's mouth. Shepard's eyes flew open at the sudden intrusion and the look she found within sapphire blue pools was enough to make her melt.
Liara completely dominated the kiss. Gloved hands made their way up and down Jane's uniformed body, hastily undoing buttons on her jacket as blue biotic tendrils weaved their way into the air to gently lick and caress at the red-head, leaving trails of goose bumps in their wake through the navy blue fabric she wore. The snapping of buttons filled the air alongside the soft noises of lip upon lip. Shepard felt familiar hands reach into her jacket and underneath her black tank to stroke and caress at her toned abdominals. Liara couldn't help but smirk into their kiss as she felt the hard muscle tissue jump and flex at her touch. The wisps of biotics moved to aid in her hands' exploration, making twisting paths beneath her tank top and embracing Jane in warmth.
The freckled Commander could feel her lover's mind at the doorstep of her own consciousness, gently poking and prodding but staying at a distance after each tender brush, never fully embracing. It was mind numbing. Feeling Liara at the very edge of herself, reaching out to grasp at the former archaeologist's mind, yet finding her Liara drawing away only to come close again and repeat the process. It wasn't what she was used to, and after a few moments of the torturous treatment, it made Jane want to take the Asari in her arms, pin her to the ground and fuck her until neither of them could stand straight anymore.
As enticing as the thought was, she remembered one incredibly important piece of information. Jane tore her mouth away from those infuriatingly soft lips to rasp out a silent plea.
"L-Liara! We're in the public bathroom!"
Those lips only pulled into a wider smirk as they found a lightly freckled throat.
"I know."
What kind of response was that?
"Anyone could walk in!"
Petite, gloved hands found their way to the buckle that held the belt on her pants tight around Jane's waist. With one swift movement, it was unlatched and Shepard found her trousers around her ankles.
"Yes. Exciting, isn't it?"
What had brought this on? Jane had many fond memories of their time aboard the Normandy SR1, squeezing into a storage closet or finding a secluded corner late during the ship's night cycle, but all those times it was she who had initiated the encounter. And they were always during times when she knew the crew wouldn't happen upon them mid-session. But right now, a good majority of the crew was right outside in the mess!
"A-anyone could hear…"
The Commander said in a hushed tone, suddenly conscious of exactly how vulnerable she was in Liara's hands at the moment. One of said hands made their way down her taut stomach and into the polyester boxer-briefs she wore. When had she taken off the glove?
"Then you'll have to be very quiet."
Shepard felt her lover's hand rest against her pelvis, idly stroking at the fine curls growing just above her already burning womanhood. Liara had always been fascinated by just how much body hair Humans had, where as an Asari like herself had none despite some obvious similarities the two species had. According to a bit of research she had read, biologically, heavy coats of body hair had been an evolutionary step in ancestral Humans to guard against temperature changes and regulate body heat. Many theories suggest differing uses of the tiny keratin follicles that now adorned most Humans, ranging from spatial awareness and orientation to the retention of pheromones. Two and a half years ago, Liara would often find her hands fiddling with the incredibly fine, nearly invisible strands of hair along her arms and legs and the mop of bronze on her head. The tactile feel they had on the Asari's fingers always made a delighted smile stretch her lips. She would need to continue this past-time favorite activity of hers.
Liara gently toyed with the small patch of fiery hair as she listened to her Jane's breathing pick up.
"Nnngh!"
A small whine escaped Jane's lips as she tried bucking her hips upward, tried to gain even the smallest bit of friction against her core. Her efforts were in vain as the wisps of blue biotics gently held her in place while Liara's hand continued to stroke and pet at her pelvis. A violet tongue came forth to lap at Shepard's throat, forcing another groan from the woman, before moving downward to begin lavishing moist affection upon an exposed collar bone.
"Quiet…"
Jane brought a hand up to cover her mouth before another moan escaped her throat as she felt that wonderfully warm hand cup her intimately beneath her underwear. Liara's biotics released her and her hips instantly lifted themselves to grind into the blue hand as it began a slow massage. Liara smiled as she felt liquid heat on her palm already.
"You're so wet…"
Jane felt herself shudder at the low, husky tone Liara's voice took. Another miraculously ungloved hand felt its way upwards on her torso, pulling the tank top up with it.
"How does it feel…?"
Liara whispered as she ground her hand into her lover's molten core, feeling that small bud of flesh throb against her palm.
"Liara…"
"Say it right…"
A particularly rough stroke against her forced Jane's eyelids open wide as a quivering moan escaped her beneath her hand.
"Aah…! It… shit, Liara… It feels good…"
A breathy laugh quietly bounced around the steel walls of the bathroom as Jane felt her bra being pushed upward, allowing her bust to fall freely and touch the heated air between the couple's bodies. The Commander jumped at the sensation of coils of dark energy gliding smoothly over her exposed skin. Their touch was electric on her breasts, sending shivers up and down her spine as Liara's fingers began playing upon the fleshy outer lips of her sex, dipping into the moistened folds yet not fully penetrating into the warm, wet depths within. The Shadow Broker's mind kept up with the utterly agonizing game of touch-and-go with her lover. Shepard's mouth fell open as her arms came to wrap around the Asari's shoulders.
"Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Mmmh!"
Jane's response was lost as her teeth caught a pink lip, swollen from their prior make-out. Liara playfully giggled as she brought a free hand around to grope wantonly at her Commander's muscular behind underneath her black boxer-briefs.
"Do you want me to fuck your pussy…?"
The word sounded so foreign on Liara's lips. She had wanted to learn proper 'dirty talk' after their first few sessions in bed. After several embarrassing ordeals and some proper 'lessons' on the matter, the former archaeologist had the basics down well enough.
"Yes…"
"You're absolutely drenched…"
Jane grinned weakly as she buried her face in the fabric of Liara's white coat, inhaling the soft scent of lilac and catching a curious hint of honey that she somehow didn't pick up on until now.
"And… who's fault do you think thaa-aaahh!"
Jane felt a thumb run over her aching button and her reply erupted into a wail that she was sure was heard by everyone on the entire ship.
"Mine."
Dear lord, when did it get so unbearably hot in the bathroom they occupied? Liara had normally been the one to fall into step as the Commander took the lead, but the few times where the Asari would take the reins of a session were just as gloriously pleasant, if not more so. Having her kind and gentle archaeologist push her up against the wall like this and simply take her sent a thrill of passion through Shepard's body, heat pooling down below her pelvis where soft blue fingers toyed with her sex in ways that made her head go blank.
"How badly do you want it?"
Another rough stroke made Jane's hips buck upwards into the warm hand assaulting her. The hand that had been grabbing at her posterior ran upward on her spine, silently buzzing with dark energy that left prickled skin in its wake.
"Please… Liara…!"
"How badly do you want me to fuck this naughty, sopping wet pussy?"
The hand that had been playing along the outer flesh of her womanhood suddenly lit up with blue biotics in the same way as the one running up and down her back. Jane's head reared backward as she tried suppressing a cry of ecstasy, forcing only a high-pitched whine to release from her throat through clenched teeth.
"Please…! F-fuck me…!"
She hissed. The air of the bathroom became more humid, Jane's hair sticking to her forehead and neck as a sweat overtook her. Liara's consciousness was so close to her own, almost fondling her mind in a way that made Shepard writhe in sweet torment. Liara pulled herself from her Commander's shoulder to level an intense gaze into emerald eyes.
"You want this…?"
The biotics at her chest rubbed and caressed at a slightly faster rate. The hand down her underwear sped up and slowed down in a deliciously excruciating dance of fingers and fluid.
"Yes!"
"Then…"
Liara pushed herself up to Jane's ear, whispering gently.
"… you're going to have to wait."
In an instant, the hands on her body were gone, as were the tendrils of biotic energy and the other mind scratching at her own. Shepard's body quaked as a sudden chill washed over her.
"W-wha…?"
She looked up to see Liara smirking at her Commander's state of undress. She would have felt bad for the woman, had it not been for the fact that she herself had been left in this kind of position many times already by an overly playful Jane.
"Just think of this as a… preview of what will be waiting for you after your mission."
Shepard looked in disbelief at her lover. A pained whine came from her throat and the former archaeologist had to chuckle to herself as she retrieved her gloves with a dry hand.
"Sometimes the best motivation is a promise for the future… So make sure you come back."
She said with a grin. She brought her unoccupied hand up, still dripping with Jane's excitement. With another sly smile, Liara lifted her fingers to her mouth, allowing Shepard to watch as she began licking and suckling the moisture from her digits. Jane bit her lip as her back slid slightly against the wall while she struggled to stay on her feet.
"You… little fucking minx."
The Asari giggled as she strode out of the bathroom, still licking her fingers. Jane had half a mind to hunt her down and act on her earlier thought of taking her until their bodies were numb-
"Commander Shepard, we are entering the Krogan demilitarized zone. E.T.A. to the Aralakh system is ten minutes."
The red-head could only groan in frustration at EDI's synthetic voice as she shakily slid her pants back up her toned legs, finding her boxer-briefs almost completely soaked through. After readjusting her uniform (and making sure she wasn't as red as the hair on her head) Shepard stepped out of the women's communal bathroom to quickly enter the central elevator. She would need a fresh pair of undergarments, and another quick shower. An extremely cold shower.
The metal of the elevator door slid closed before a certain hooded figure uncloaked herself. Kasumi rolled her eyes as she heard another cloak behind her and could practically feel the smug smirk that painted her former mentor's face.
"Pay up."
The thief shook her head as she activated her omni-tool to transfer one-thousand credits into Alexis' account.
"Thank you! Now, we have a mission to prepare for. C'mon then!"
Kane laughed as she made her way over to the elevator, punching in the commands to have it open to allow them aboard before descending down into the shuttle bay. Kasumi scowled as she cloaked herself again. She was sure Shepard would gain the upper hand, but the look of accomplishment on Liara's features and the expression of flustered bewilderment on Jane's had made it apparent the exact opposite had happened.