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Author's notes: Chapter two! Just to reiterate, I don't think this is cheating on Liara. The events below should explain. Its just a messy overlap. Inspired by the "Elective Surgery" and "Flesh is Weak" series by Revans_Mask, and hope you enjoy ^_^

Thanks for commenting, Revans_Mask and chibi17 ^_^

"Attachments"

Chapter two "Maintenance check"

A gift for Revan's Mask's "Flesh is Weak" series

Shepard groaned to herself as the elevator doors dinged closed slowly. The thing moved slow but not as glacially slow as the one on the SR-1. So, there were small favors for that. But she was still alone stewing in her tangled thoughts as she waited for the climb to the top level of the ship. The commander's quarters. Cerberus did give her a far more spacious bedroom than the Alliance and the small perks were wonderful. She even had her own shower stall and washroom far from the lines of service women waiting their turn in the level below.

"I'll take it," Shepard mumbled, watching the numbers climb slowly. Her boot began to tap on the metal grating floor. They'd just come back from a shot to Ilium where Shepard had hoped to score two birds with one stone. Liara was there, working in the information broker offices, and there were a couple of recruits to find. They'd secured Thane Krios, a lithe drell assassin that if Shepard swung that way would have been VERY happy to invite upstairs with her. But he seemed professional enough and that was all she needed right now.

Shepard had sent Jacob back to the Normandy and had taken Thane, as well as Miranda, in tow with her to stop at Liara's office at her invitation on the way back to the ship. Thane had been quiet and respectful, while Shepard was sure Miranda was eye-fucking her interaction with her ex-lover. The meeting had started hopeful enough.

Liara's assistant had opened the door and Shepard had seen Liara from beyond, dressed in a beautiful floor-length dress, dressing down some kind of client on her hologram. The man looked flustered, rubbing his face openly and Liara shut the communique down with a curt parting shot.

"Either you pay me, or I flay you alive. With my mind."

While Shepard's cock jumped at the command in her once lover's voice, Liara turned and the sweet woman had returned, lips spread wide in a hopeful smile. "Shepard!"

Shepard couldn't help leaning in for a kiss on first contact. Liara had kissed her back. But the kiss had been too short and Liara had pulled away with a regretful look on her face. What was that about? Shepard had felt flummoxed, like she'd been punched in the stomach and her treat had been snatched while she was doubled over. She wanted to question Liara, try to pull her back into her aching arms, but Liara had moved around to sit behind her desk and Shepard had been resigned to the seat in front of it. Far from reach, far from touch.

Their conversation had turned over in circles, and it was strange in itself. From what Shepard knew of Liara, she was probing for dangerous information and anyone could have been listening in on their conversation. Shepard couldn't help asking for her to return with her. The sweet Liara had returned, whispering that she wanted to, but she couldn't. That had alarmed Shepard to no end.

"What are you doing? Is there anything I can do to help?" Anything to lessen the stress inside her once lover's eyes. Liara had smiled genuinely at her. She was touched, Shepard could see. Seeing her meant a lot to her. But she wasn't going to stray from her mission.

So, after helping hack a few terminals for Liara on the trading room floor, Shepard had bid her farewell. She DID need to see to things on the ship and make note of the other dossiers for teammates. Liara's mystery would have to wait.

Not that her body wasn't paying the price for all the frustration her mind churned through. Her cock had been half hard all afternoon and lust dragged dirty images through Shepard's mind of what she wanted to do to and with Liara. And she wasn't inclined to come with her! The day was ending on a sour bend and Shepard dragged a hand down her face, growling softly under her breath.

Maybe she could try to masturbate and take the edge off. After that first blowjob the day of her resurrection, Shepard had been primed to go almost at the edge of a misinterpreted statement made by, well, anyone. Bad enough the newly recruited Kasumi Goto seemed to be a verbal tease. Visiting her room on deck made her stand at attention more often than not.

The doors dinged open to her level and Shepard stepped off, ready to kick off her boots and trudge around in her socks. She WAS off duty. But a glance toward her desk area told her there was a visitor and definitely someone not of her crew.

'You have GOT To be kidding me!' Shepard gaped for a moment but recovered. She strode forward angrily.

"Who the hell are you and why are you in my quarters?"

Like the medical "aide", the girl was asari. Clearly a young maiden, with a devilish grin on her lips. She was dressed in a standard maintenance crew uniform, but there was nothing standard how her breasts strained the top. Shepard half expected awful porn vid music to waft in from somewhere to aid the odd visitor.

"I was sent to help. You've had a hard day, haven't you?"

Okay, her lines kind of sucked. But the odd delivery still made Shepard's cock rise. She resisted the urge to palm it in front of yet another strange asari.

"I mean it, kid. Get out. These are my quarters."

"And it's a beautiful room. Come on, Commander, don't be shy. Relax and I'll take care of everything," The girl grinned, showing off pearly white teeth. She was sitting on Shepard's desk chair, leaning to play with one of the models she had been working on. Its pieces were scattered around her monitor. Shepard gently took hold of her wrist and elbow, urging her to stand.

"Please don't touch that," she issued in a crisp command. The asari pouted, especially when Shepard took the seat, leaning back slightly. "Now, where did you put the…."

Shepard was shocked when the girl took the direct approach, hands skimming up on either side of her knees, up her thighs, and onto her shoulders as she climbed onto her lap. The asari delightedly found her straining erection, making short eager thrusts against it through their clothes. The juvenile gesture felt entirely too good and Shepard's cock was straining instantly. Her hands settled over the asari's ass, then she stood, half lifting, half throwing her away from the desk.

"Get off me!"

The asari grabbed the edge of the desk and made an awkward save from a bad fall. She stumbled to her feet gracefully, youthful face somewhat hurt. But she closed the distance between them, hands running over Shepard's aching body. Shepard's new attachment didn't want the contact to end so Shepard stopped fighting her with each passing moment. A cold sweat broke out along her temples as the asari unzipped her slacks and ran a hand inside, playing with her through her boxers.

"Don't be like that. We can have a real good time. We don't even have to meld if you don't want me in there. But you can be in me…"

Shepard's cock jumped at her words. Damn asari and their affinity for sexual adventures in their maiden years. The fantasy was proving to break her down and even thinking of Liara wasn't helping. In fact, it made her harder.

"Fine," Shepard gasped. She grasped the maiden's elbow, nudging her toward the bed in the back of the cabin. "Get undressed, on the bed, hands and knees. I want that ass in the air."

The asari shivered at the suggestion and hurried to obey. Shepard following, kicking off her boots, pants and boxers, erection pointing the way. In her haste, she'd forgotten her uniform shirt and stupidly, her socks, but she didn't care.

Shepard regarded the lithe blue form presenting for her, shuddering with desire. Her mind's eye lapped her into Liara and she hurried onto the mattress, kneeling up behind her. All too quickly she was rubbing up under her, testing the asari's wetness. The girl moaned and tried to take her. Shepard hissed as the crown of her cock's head was taken in. She gave a testing pump and half of her length was taken. It felt good, entirely too good.

"Fuck, you're wet," Shepard gasped, staring down at the girl's ass. The asari moaned, arching her back and Shepard eased the rest of her length in with a few sharp thrusts. Once fully seated, she took off. She couldn't help it. Shepard tried not to feel guilty that this first time was without her erstwhile girlfriend, but Liara had refused to leave Ilium. Palpable anger simmered below the surface at that. She loved her, still did, and Liara acted like she could care less. Dammit!

The maiden writhed beneath her, wailing and screaming in a way that told Shepard her pleasure was very real. Good, she could still give someone pleasure even as her control was being ripped away. Shepard pounded her harder and harder. When the maiden came all over her cock, she was close. But Shepard wanted more. She gave the girl's ass a slap and slid out. She regretted it as cool air wrapped around her swollen cock. Her head was leaking precum and she knew she was close.

"Get on top. I wanna see you work that ass," Shepard commanded. She tore her uniform shirt off, a few buttons bouncing off at the impact. She rucked off her compression shirt beneath that and even toed her socks off as quickly as possible.

Fully naked, she rolled onto her back, legs off the end of the bed, waiting to see what the maiden would do. Shivering, nipples erect and eyes swirling with black at the edges, the maiden crawled over her aching flesh, kneeling up over her thighs and balancing herself on Shepard's legs. She eased down onto Shepard's cock groaning with pleasure and worked her with steady hard thrusts.

Shepard leaned back on her elbows watching, the lust in her belly coiling tighter and tighter. From the back, from this angle, she could pretend this stranger was her lover. She could almost hear Liara moaning her name….

Shepard sat up straight, working her abdominals to thrust hard up into the maiden arching onto her. The girl screamed as Shepard slung an arm around her waist and held her still, thrusting hard into her. Shepard finally let go, watching her release gush from their joining. The girl rode her enthusiastically then came again all over her again. Shepard felt her cock throb and spurt once, twice, a few more times, her thrusts losing their power with each one.

When she was done, she sprawled on her back on the bed, her hairline wet with sweat and utterly spent. No wonder guys were idiots about this. She felt like she couldn't move. Shepard was aware of the maiden dismounting off of her, and she sighed as her cock fell against her thigh, spent and satiated. Shepard leaned up, watching her limp toward the washroom to clean up. Shepard felt vaguely guilty, hoping she wasn't hurt in any way. But a few minutes later, the asari returned, dressed back in her fake maintenance uniform and clean of any fluids.

"Are you okay, Commander?" she asked sweetly. Shepard nodding, reaching for a towel. She didn't bother hiding her cock, it wasn't like the girl hadn't seen everything anyway.

"Yeah. Uh, and thanks."

"Don't mention it," the maiden said sweetly. She blew a kiss toward the flustered commander who was hunting around on the floor for her discarded uniform. Well, that was going in the wash. "And Commander. Whoever she is, give her another chance. She'd be a fool to miss out on this."

Shepard scratched her neck. The maiden hadn't developed a mating meld between them but apparently, she couldn't help a skimming one to glean what her problem was. Of course, she would read her turmoil in her mind's disjointed thoughts.

"Yeah. Uh, can you go?"

"I was just going. Take care, Commander," the maiden purred, pressing the command for the elevator and stepping on. Shepard watched the elevator doors close and limped off toward the washroom. A shower sounded good, then a brandy and a good nap.

She was exhausted.

End for now

End notes: Chapter three is going to be fun :P Miranda comes into play but probably not as you picture it at the moment. Review if you liked. Cheers, lovelies.

Pen 3/03/2021