Liz arched her back, enjoying the feel of the tongue between her thighs. She hadn't been laid in too long, and the angel between her legs was performing perfectly. She looked down to see a blue crest bobbing up and down as the Asari focused in on her clit.

Fuck! Liz rubbed her hand over her lover's crest in a rare display of gentleness. Actually, this whole display was lightyears away from the commander's typical rough-style of sex. She was approaching orgasm, and the Asari wasn't even tied up yet. Liz threw her head back as her lover bit down on her clit, urging a strangled moan from the naked human as she came.

Coming down from her high, Liz reached down and pulled her unknown lover up in order to thank her for her services. To her surprise, instead of some random stranger, she quickly fell into the dark gaze of none other than Dr. Liara T'Soni.

"Knew I could tame you, Shepard. Embrace eternity!"


Liz woke with a gasp; covered in sweat and aching between her legs, she slowly crept out of bed and stumbled to her shower. What the hell…? This was not the first dream she'd had of the archaeologist camping out behind the medbay, but this was definitely the most vivid.

She's driving me crazy! Liz thought as she turned the cold water on. She's the only Asari in the world that I can't have, yet… The commander knew Liara wanted her just as much as she wanted the sweet, innocent crewmate who had caused her too many sleepless nights, but she just couldn't bear to hurt Liara.

Reaching down between her legs, Liz harshly rubbed herself, needing the release that her dream had built just moments before. In no time at all, she came with a moan, surprising herself with the intensity. It was the first time in a long while that she had finished herself off with just her hand. She refused to think about the implications of this and quickly cleaned herself off.

Later in the mess hall, Liz sensed a presence behind her and knew immediately that Liara had entered the area. The smell of her soap told the commander that Liara had just gotten out of the shower, and the thought of the Asari naked, kneeling down between Liz's legs as hot water sprayed down on them both forced Liz up from the table, quickly disposing of what was left of her breakfast.

Turning, Liz was suddenly face-to-face with the alien of her dreams (more like nightmares, am I right? Liz joked to herself lamely).

Liara smiled sweetly as she reached around Shepard for the tea kettle. "Good morning, Commander. Sleep well?" The Asari didn't even wait for Liz's answer before going to the sink and preparing the water for her tea. Liz looked around, but her crew was focused on their food and each other, never giving her a second thought. Well, all except for Ash, and she had that shit-eating smirk on her face. Liz rolled her eyes and turned back to Liara.

"Very well, Dr. T'Soni. Yourself?" Liz could play her game.

The shapely shoulders shrugged. "As well as I could, I guess. Dreams, you know."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Maybe you should talk to Dr. Chakwas. She's trained in psychiatry as well."

Liara turned and smiled at Shepard again. "Oh, I'm fine. I have my methods of sleeping soundly." With that, she left the kettle to heat and sat down with Wrex and Garrus, who were in the middle of a debate about shotguns and sniper rifles. Liz growled under her breath and stormed toward the cargo bay, intent on finding something, or someone, to hit.


"So, Skipper, it's that bad, huh?"

Liz didn't even bother to address Ashley's question. She just grunted and lifted the dumbbells again.

This didn't deter Ashley. "You need to fuck her already. Ma'am."

Another set. "And why would you say that, Williams?"

"Because, Shepard, if you don't, one of you will be dead before the end of this mission, and I don't like the odds on either one of you." Ashley came up behind the weight bench to spot Liz. "I don't think she's like the others, Skip."

Frustrated, Liz replaced the weights and sat up. "That's exactly my issue, Ashley. I can't let her see that side of me. I told her that last week!"

Ashley sat down beside her commander. "I meant that I don't think you'll have to hurt her that way, Liz. Maybe the sex will be different with her."

Liz shook her head. "Can I risk that though?"

"Shouldn't that be my call, Commander?" Liz's head shot up and she drank in Liara's beautiful face, marred slightly by a frown. Ashley laid a sympathetic hand on her friend's shoulder before leaving the two in the cargo bay, deftly catching Garrus, Wrex, and Tali before they could get off the elevator.

"Should what be your call, Doctor?" Liz asked dumbly.

Liara glided up to Liz and leaned down a bit. "The risk."

Liz normally had self-control. She had to; control was what her entire life revolved around. As a teenager, she had lost control, losing her parents to Batarians and her life to the streets. She volunteered for the Alliance, surrendering even more control just two years later. After Akuze, she refused to lose any more control; she took her life by the reins and determined that her world would do as she said, that nothing would ever take that power from her again. So, as she stood and gripped Liara's upper arms, pulling her in for a harsh kiss, she had a fleeting fear that she had finally lost control again.

Without warning, Liz pulled away from the Asari and growled, "My quarters in twenty minutes. You'd better be there," before stalking to the elevator. She never even turned to see if Liara had reacted. I hope she knows what she's in for.


Ashley Williams didn't make a habit of interfering in her COs' business, especially their love lives, but she and the commander had developed an easy friendship after Shepard had taken her down a few notches about her attitude towards the aliens aboard the Normandy. Ashley was the one Shepard talked to after her conquests, needing to remind herself that she wasn't a monster for needing the release that "punishing" Asari could give her.

Liz Shepard wasn't a monster, but she also wasn't a warm person. Ashley knew what she was like in the bedroom; Liz was fairly explicit in her recounts. They both knew that this sort of friendship was frowned upon in the Alliance; however, no one knew Liz better than Ashley Williams.

This time, though, Ashley couldn't read the situation. Moments after Ashley pushed her crewmates off the elevator, encouraging them to find other things to do for a bit, Shepard herself stomped out of the elevator and went straight to her room. After another couple of minutes, the lift opened again, and Liara walked out at a more sedated pace. Ashley caught her before she turned the corner to Shepard's quarters.

"Liara?" Ashley hated interfering, but she had to make sure.

The Asari turned to her human cohort and quietly whispered, "Yes, Gunnery Chief Williams?" Oh no; Liara's resorted back to ranks.

"Are you ok?"

Liara smiled slightly. "I am. Thank you for asking though." Turning from her, she slowly made her way to Liz's door and opened it, not bothering to knock.

God, I hope that soundproofing holds up.


Liara opened the door to Shepard's quarters, allowing it to close behind her once she was in. She heard the tell-tale sound of the lock engaging, causing her heart to race. Was this what I truly wanted? She was terrified of what the commander was like behind closed doors; she'd heard no shortage of advice from Asari who had seen her in Shepard's company.

Yet, she still didn't see the darkness others claimed Elizabeth Shepard hid away. From the moment they'd met, Liz had gone out of her way to accommodate Liara. She'd taken her on missions, taught her the basics of shooting a gun, and swung by her quarters just to chat. Of course, Shepard refused to let Liara too close, physically and emotionally; however, even when she warned her a week ago, Liara saw fear in Liz's eyes, not hate. Not evil.

A few minutes ago, however…

"You had your chance to go, T'Soni." Liara looked up to see Liz only a few feet from her, still dressed in her informal military uniform. The Asari swallowed, whether with fear or desire, she didn't know. Liz smirked. "Strip."

Liara gulped again. "Excuse me?" she asked, not thinking she'd heard correctly.

Liz walked up quickly and grabbed Liara's face like she had done the week before. "I said strip, T'Soni. I'm not in the habit of asking twice." It took Liara just seconds to remove her clothes. She realized that this was the first time she'd ever been naked in front of someone who wasn't family. The thought did nothing but excite her.

The commander walked around her before sidling up to her and pinching a dark blue nipple between her fingers. "Rules: you do whatever I say, when I say it. I have to repeat myself, it's going to be much worse, you understand?" Liara nodded. "I need you to verbally respond, Asari."

"Yes, I understand."

Liz squeezed the nipple harder. "Yes, I understand…"

Liara's eyes widened in a bit of pain and surprise. "Yes, I understand, ma'am."

"Good girl." Liz released Liara's nipple and reached up, securing what looked like a collar around Liara's neck. "I don't normally carry my gear with me on missions, but you're lucky; I closed out my apartment before joining the Normandy." Liara tried to swallow, but the tightness of the collar made it hard.

Liz turned back to face Liara. "Let's get started, shall we?"


Later that evening, Liz lay in bed, lost in her thoughts.

Had she gone too far?

The idea that she had pushed Liara-sweet, innocent, Liara-past her breaking point was tearing at Liz's conscience. It's not that she had done anything different than what she normally did; her routine was reliable. It always got results for both her and the recipient. But something was different this time…

Liz, after tying an obedient Liara down, stripped below the waist. She ripped the pair of underwear she had been wearing that morning and shoved them under Liara's nose.

"Smell that, T'Soni? This is from me dreaming about doing all of this to you. I came this morning to the thought of your screams as you writhe under me, begging me to fuck you more," Liz lied. However, Liara wasn't aware that Liz was being untruthful; Liz's scent under her nose brought forth a moan that made the commander ache with need. Angry at her weakness, she balled the underwear up and stuffed them in Liara's mouth. "Quiet!"

Liara's whimpers stirred up fire in Liz's belly; she couldn't drag this one out too much. She'd explode.

What had followed had been a series of humiliating, painful demands from Liz. By the time Liz had settled to ride the Asari's face, there were bite marks, whip lines, and other signs of Liz's anger and frustration all over Liara's blue torso, easily covered by the conservate clothes the Asari normally wore.

When it was all over, a satisfied, yet humiliated, Asari quickly dressed herself before showing herself out. Shepard, normally content to bask alone in the afterglow of a good fuck, instead felt an emotion that she hadn't felt since Akuze: shame.


Liara, finally back in her own quarters after another shower, sat in front of her terminal, seeing nothing of importance in front of her. She couldn't be angry; Shepard had warned her of what was to come. Ashley, who had been coming out of the medbay when Liara returned, had given her a sad smile and a pat on her shoulder as they passed each other.

What had happened to the commander to require such anger and frustration? Why did she feel the need to hurt, humiliate, and use others for her own gratification?

And why did Liara like it so much?