This was a pivotal moment in history. Liara had actually gotten some crew members to agree to watch a documentary about Protheans with her, right here in the CiC room. She was all bundled up in a blanket and exchanged sweet little kisses when Sylvia pulled her chair up behind the archaeologist, embracing her as a chin plopped on a shoulder.
"You're real excited about this," Sylvia chuckled, her raspy voice a most welcome one to hear amidst all these marines here.
"Of course! This documentary is a very good one, invoking many intriguing discussions with the theories and speculations it explores. It's my favourite, and I get to share it with the crew. I didn't expect so many to show up."
"Mm..." Sylvia stole a brief kiss below the aural. "They didn't really have a choice."
Liara's heart fell, and she glanced over. "You made them come?"
"You were really excited for it, I figured you'd be pretty disappointed if it was just us two."
"Syl..."
"Look, no marine is going to sit down for a documentary - we're just not... Sitting down people. I'm confident they'll find it compelling and enjoy it when we start watching."
Liara sighed and relented. "Fine."
A pinch to her waist had her playfully swatting the hand out the blanket. They earned a couple curious looks when the archaeologist tried to fend off Sylvia from barging in and stealing the blanket to wrap around them both. They immediately quieted with the attention they garnered and Sylvia stiffened with the reminder to be professional. Liara was just glad to feel the warmth of the burning cheek pressed to hers. At least she wasn't the only one. She reluctantly conceded to sharing the blanket and relaxed back in her chair when the lights in the comm-room dimmed, and the documentary started. The arms wrapped around her squeezed affectionately, and she angled her head to steal one last swift kiss to the jaw.
"Try to stay quiet," she teased, "I really do love this documentary, Syl."
Time lingered briefly before Sylvia finally whispered back. "No promises."
Excitement surged to a whole new level as the music made it's dramatic entrance, the introduction flicking through many captivating scenes of popular Prothean ruins. Her thrill was dulled when she caught a marine already yawning - and it wasn't even a minute into the movie. She began to feel guilty instead that she'd indirectly dragged all these people here all in a misguided attempt to make her happy. This didn't make her happy. She sighed and twisted to Sylvia to whisper in her ear.
Up until the hands under the blanket began to wander.
Liara froze. She saw the way devilish eyes glinted in the darkness as a hand roved over her thigh.
"S-Syl?"
"Mm?" Sylvia pressed a chaste kiss to the jaw, gliding over to whisper in the aural. "What is it?"
Her heart stopped, then restarted with a fierce hammer crushing in her chest. She bit her tongue before she'd gasped over the fingers that slipped between her legs. Another kiss to her jaw, and an innocent hand curled up around her shoulder, poking out the blanket a sliver to press a lone finger to her lips.
"Try to stay quiet," Sylvia husked. "I really do love this documentary, Liara..."
Liara squeezed her eyes shut and tried not to whimper, viciously suffocating every sound that threatened to claw out her throat. Her breath kicked harshly against her chest when her suit was unzipped down to her navel, and Sylvia snuck her hand in to touch her more intimately. The asari's brain screamed at her to put an end to this before others noticed, and instead her legs slightly parted just a couple inches more.
Fire licked her blood and the tiny throbs of pleasure didn't take long to build, before they were drawn out and stalled when a lone finger slipped inside of her. Her tongue ached from how much harder she was biting it, feeling the devious smile pressing against the skin of her jawline.
"Goddess," she hissed, stilling with the gentle shushing in her aural.
"Sh. This is my favourite part," Sylvia lilted quietly.
They shared a brief chuckle when Liara slapped at the forearm responsible for their inevitable demise.
"This is... We'll be caught," the archaeologist whispered, "We should-"
"Go?"
Liara rolled her eyes. "No. We should-"
"Stay?"
"Stop that," Liara chuckled again. They froze and smiled sheepishly over some curious and confused eyes that panned to them, and there was no doubt some marines had that hopeful look cast upon their Commander in hopes they would be released from here. Liara sighed and she twisted to whisper in Sylvia's ear, smirking her blush away.
"I believe I have a suitable middle ground that will make us both happy, and everybody will get what they want."
"Oh? Do you?"
"Mm hm." Liara leaned to reach as far as she could, her teeth just barely scraping the human's earlobe. "They should go."
"Alright!" Sylvia suddenly shot up, earning a panicked yelp from the archaeologist. Thankfully the blanket did not flutter up too far away and was firmly wrapped around Liara. "That's enough time on this documentary. Dr. T'Soni and I will work to catalogue and summarize the most important points to learn from this and I'll hold a brief meeting over it at a later date. You're all dismissed!"
Even without pausing the documentary or turning on the lights, the marines moved with such coordination and enthusiasm that it truly was heart-breaking. They all almost saluted in sync, all disjointed in each individual's struggling scramble to get out of their chairs and escape what's apparently their prison.
Within scant minutes, the CiC room was a ghost town, and the door was locked with Sylvia inputting some kind of code that probably dictated only she had clearance to open the door. When she turned, she had the utmost devilish smile that promised many things, already sending shivers and goosebumps racing down Liara's spine.
And then Sylvia spun a chair around to straddle it, turning her attention to the screen.
"You know, now that I'm actually watching a bit of this, this is a good documentary! It's hard to find educational ones that focus on facts rather than debate speculations."
"Oh, Goddess, please not this again." Liara could feel how flushed her face was, and now she wasn't sure if it was because she was embarrassed by their near-miss, or that she was already this turned on with little done. Unfortunately, this wasn't the first time that Sylvia would start something, and then chicken out once her brain would begin it's maddening descent into the catastrophic zone.
"I don't want to pressure her, but..."
There was an undeniable ache between her legs, and she had to draw them up to hug her knees on the chair as she closed her eyes, taking in deep breaths. There was no changing the tides when they swam away from her, she had to learn how to swim with them.
Little by little, Sylvia would inch her chair closer up until she had embraced Liara in her wholesome way, propping chin on shoulder with all muscles utterly relaxed.
"We could watch this on the bed instead, if you prefer," Sylvia suggested, but she had such an innocent tone that it decimated any thought of anything otherwise.
Liara succumbed to her inevitable defeat.
"It would be more comfortable than these chairs..."
"And we could build Fort Blanket again," the engineer continued excitedly, leaning forward to look at Liara. It didn't take much to make those gray-blue eyes light up.
It was impossible to say no to them too.
"That sounds wonderful, Syl."
"Great! Let's go now."
Sylvia practically jumped out of her chair, beckoning the question as to what was even the point of this whole event to begin with, any more. Liara tried to focus on the positives that at least someone genuinely enjoyed the documentary and was engaged in her lifelong passion. That was good, right? Oh, by the Goddess, but it was ever so hard to deal with these mini-panic attacks the engineer would have. She truly did have the most brilliant of ideas, no matter how dangerous some of them may be. Liara may as well have been dragged along, deduced to a puddle of confusion with the chaotic mess broiling inside of her. She smiled and chuckled and nodded along to whatever it was that Sylvia was enthusiastically prattling on about, but it was so hard to forget about the intimate connection they shared just a few minutes ago.
With blankets stolen from the marines once again, they set off to reconstruct Fort Blanket - even redesigned 13 times too. But... It was worth it, in the end, to see just how much more energy was bundled up in the engineer, the way she looked so blissful when they finally entered their little fort. Sylvia slammed on her back with a content sigh and held her one arm up above them to engage her omni-tool, finding the file folder where the documentary was.
"Oh wait, maybe it'll actually be better if I played it from the datapad instead? I'm sure this has a holographic adaptation, right? Then I can relax."
"I believe it does come in that format as well, yes. You may have to download a separate file for-"
"Done!"
Sylvia had already procured a datapad and rolled on her stomach, balancing the datapad on Liara's stomach instead. The documentary burst back into life in a small holographic display, the narrator droning on about facts again. Before Liara knew it, her pants were being inched down, and her emotions were taken on another chaotic ride. She leaned to the side to look down, confused, heart thundering back to life.
"S-Syl? What are you doing?"
That devilish smile came back to life.
"It's the middle ground to make everybody happy. You get your documentary, I get my fort." Sylvia was able to roll the pants down to the knees, sliding a finger up along Liara's core. Her anxieties were nowhere to be found, replaced by a sense of pride instead. "You're still worked up." She continued to roll the pants down to the ankles, gently repositioning Liara's legs so that her knees fell outwards, and the datapad slid off her stomach, forgotten, when she'd felt that blissful tongue glide along her.
"Syl," Liara sighed in content, blindly swatting about at the datapad. "Turn that off, I-"
"Thought you love this documentary?"
"I do not love it in that manner," the archaeologist huffed. Her face flushed to a whole new volcanic degree. "And don't you dare stop this time."
"I'm sensing an 'or else' in there," Sylvia nearly lilted.
"You enjoy teasing far too much," Liara grumbled, her breath suddenly quivering out of her as another deliberate pass of the tongue had that bittersweet ache coil tighter. The smallest vestiges of pleasure were beginning to build up in pressure deep inside of her, and her fingers twisted in the blankets beneath as she recruited her tongue to silence her embarrassing sounds. She tried to contain and embed her hips firm against the bed, careful not to let thighs come up and close in on Sylvia's head, and she choked on a gasp when an innocent hand ghosted over her inner thigh, eliciting sparks and tingles to surge up to her core.
When that hand had traced a random path down, ghosting instead behind a knee, Liara deduced that there was an experiment of sorts being done here. And it was working.
"Does that feel good by any chance? I read asari share some erogenous zones as humans do."
Liara could tell by the tone that Sylvia was timid, and she too shared it. All she could muster was a brief nod. Her back arched slightly and a groan escaped her when that experiment continued on to the small of her back, where many sensitive nerves resided. Sylvia had paused what she was doing for a moment, only continuing to touch that spot on the back. When Liara's gaze lulled down, she hissed when fingers entered her again, and lips suckled on her.
There was a moment, maybe, where the hand from her back had disappeared in order to press her thigh and keep it down on the bed. Her hands shot out to clutch and twist and gnarl in the coal hair, too lost to the pressure building inside of her to care that Sylvia was grunting. Maybe. Liara released her hold when she could feel that head push upwards, and Sylvia slithered along her body to paint butterfly kisses around the aural, her fingers lazily pumping in and out to keep Liara there, going nowhere, but soon that sweet release was fading away instead.
"You have no idea what you do to me sometimes," Sylvia whispered hotly, her lips sticky against the cheekbone. "It was driving me crazy, seeing how excited you were over that documentary. Do you know how hard it was not to rip you out of your suit, right then and there? I didn't think I'd calm myself down enough when I booted the marines out."
"That's why-?" Liara was cut off, shuddering when the fingers inside of her curled and chanced on pressing a blissful spot. She sucked her bottom lip in between teeth and her hips shifted downwards to chase after the fingers when they'd slid out of her, stalling her again.
"I needed them out before I was going to burst," Sylvia traced along the contour of the jaw, her fingers settling in a languid rhythm of drawing circles. "I needed the image of you out of my head before I was going to burst. Even now..." She sighed as if defeated, nipping the pulse point a little harshly. "I wish there was more I could do, more pleasure that I could give, but... I wasn't sure if you'd be... Well. I could design things tailored specifically for asari anatomy."
Everything froze, and pressure built quickly in Liara's face instead. She knew very well what this suggestion entailed, and her gaze snapped to the engineer. "Syl, I don't know."
"Just think about it, maybe, okay? I get that you're embarrassed about these things." Sylvia ducked under to hide her eyes. "I am too. But I want to make you happy."
"You already do, though..."
"Let me rephrase, I want to make you happier." Sylvia kissed the spot she nipped. "No rush... I could show you some ideas I've got, if it were to help. They're innocent ideas right now, actually, mostly for the spot that I touched on your back. And the back of your neck too. That's where all your nerve endings are, right? I was thinking, maybe, I dunno. Like those massage mats they have for civilians, but one that puts more pressure or even vibrates a little for-"
"Sylvia."
Liara planted a firm finger to stop the engineer on her tracks before this entire moment was decimated and replaced by a brainstorming session. It did not take much for this brilliant mind to get going, even with the smallest snowball. The archaeologist smiled and cradled coal hair, spilling between her fingers. She leaned up and captured Sylvia's lips to try and inject every ounce of emotion and wish she had into it.
Slowly, she worked to push her pants off as she brought a leg up and wormed her ankle in, freeing one. It was all she needed. She wrapped it around the engineer's leg and then pushed up and over until she had draped over top Sylvia.
"No promises, but I will think about it," Liara whispered, trailing slothful kisses up from the chin, to the mouth. She touched foreheads and hovered over to peer deep in the engineer's eyes. "Right now? No thinking." She snuck a hand underneath the engineer's hoodie and turned her fingers in, skimming her nails down the stomach and smirking when she elicited a strong gasp.
Within seconds, the blue-gray orbs lost their light with ideas, darkened by a sinful hunger instead. Liara turned her hand upwards and carved a path up until she felt the engineer's breast, capturing Sylvia's lips and whimper when her fingers slid under the bra to play with a nipple.
"You already make me so, so happy," Liara murmured, paying back the favour by nipping and suckling skin where a pulse beat fiercely at the throat. "Have you forgotten all the times we've melded? This isn't something you have to improve. This will never get tiring for me, if that is what you truly worry of." She went up and swallowed another whimper in her mouth as she chased her nails back down the engineer's stomach, sliding her fingers underneath the waistband of Sylvia's pants to touch and tease her back. It gave her a wicked idea of her own.
"You couldn't ever possibly design something that could make me happier than I already am."
Liara pulled back a little, her suspicion confirmed with the way Sylvia's eyes screamed challenge accepted.
"What makes you say that?" Sylvia asked, her voice hoarse and strained, her complexion flushed beautifully, her hair splayed out comically, befitting her quirky personality.
It was simply impossible to improve what was already perfect, and hopefully, someday, this restless mind will finally be able to realize that.
Liara indulged in the way Sylvia would if the situation was reversed, she knew. Their melds were as pure as it could get, after all. Liara smirked as she leaned down, softly brushing lips. Her fingers snuck aside the underwear and touched ever so lightly, relishing those shallow breaths puffing at her mouth in anticipation. She gently sank a finger inside of Sylvia, the velvet hot walls clamping down on her already.
Every pant and whimper was music to her aurals. There was an indescribable feeling that overwhelmed her every time she would witness the way those gorgeous eyes would flutter shut, and the way those throaty moans would come out unrestrained, unapologetic. It always helped to lose the timidity and embrace the intimacy between them, to revel in their connection, lost in their own little world - just like this 'secret' fort. Liara smiled and leaned down to claim a soft kiss, slightly taken aback by the impassioned vehemence, until their patience had soothed Sylvia into slowing down and be present for each millisecond shared between them. Her blood boiled hotter when she heard a choked gasp as she curled her finger, serving as validation on a platter.
"Yes. That. Nothing makes me happier than hearing my name upon your lips, Siame. And I shall hear it loud and clear tonight."