Disclaimer: The Mass Effect universe is the property of Bioware/Electronic Arts. No infringement of these copyrights is intended as this is a not for profit fan fiction work.
Rewrite Notes: Still inspired by the Beyonce song "Save the Hero," from the album I am…Sasha Fierce.
Author's Notes: Sex warning, though it all fits within the M rating so no need to go look over on AO3. A look at our two Spectre's in similar, but oh so very different circumstances. Kunaja - unfortunately I'm not sure the entire definition fits into the M rating, its over on AO3 in the Documentation. Lets just say its a sensitive longitudinal ridge of flesh in asari that quadruples in diameter and secretes a lubricating fluid when the asari is aroused.
Revision History: 11/26/2017
Part 1: Chapter 7::3 days Post Awakening: Citadel
Tela finished undressing, stored the last of her clothing and belongings in the secure locker provided for her and closed the locker door. Pressing her hand against the control panel in the center of the locker engaged its locking mechanism and set it so that only she could open it later. She had the next two days off, and would be spending one of them here. If the Goddess smiled on her, and no emergency calls came in, she would not require anything in it for the next twenty hours. She had even dropped some hints about what she was doing in her planned time off to Arana Vare, Councilor Tevos' personal secretary, in the hope that if something did happen the Matriarch might actually wait, or contact one of the other Senior asari Spectres. She was, after all, not the only one currently in residence at the Citadel. Turning away from the locker, Tela grabbed the nearby cream-colored dressing gown hanging on a hook and wrapped it silky material around her body. Belting it closed, she made her way out of the dressing room and into the welcoming warmth of the one beyond.
The room was longer than wide, the far side from where she entered was nearly filled with a pearl blue lounging bath while this side had cabinets alongside the three walls. Two trays were arranged on the beige countertops, one with cups and three pitchers and the other filled with colorful fruit slices and tempting bite sized pastries. Two of the Consort's attendants awaited her, and they both gave her slight bows as she entered. "Saala, Matron Tela," they greeted her, deferentially holding their bows.
She bowed in return, "Saala, maidens." The two straightened as she did, the nais on the left, a sky-blue maiden with green eyes, introducing them both, "I am Anyla, Matron, and this is Cerna." The maiden indicated the lounging bath, "If you will give me your robe we will begin with your bath, crest treatment, manicure and pedicure." Tela's lips curved in amusement as she removed the robe she had just put on seconds before, she probably should have just walked in here with it over her arm. Handing it to the sky-blue maiden she crossed over to the deep tub, dipped a toe in and then with a sigh of pleasure at the perfect temperature immersed the rest of herself and then leaned back against the gently sloping backrest. The two maidens moved around her quietly, one lowering the lighting in the room while the other pulled up a stool and began gently working a moisturizer into the fronds of her crest with a massaging motion of her fingertips.
Cerna, who had lowered the light came back and quietly asked, "May I have one of your hands Matron?" Tela lifted her right arm from the water and placed it on the edge of the tub so that the maiden could start working on her nails. The maiden poured a small amount of moisturizer into the palm of her hand, spread it evenly between the other with a circular motion and then began massaging it into the skin of Tela's hand and fingers. Tela let out a quiet sigh and allowed herself to relax into the two maiden's attentions. She was here to enjoy herself and by the Goddess she was going to do exactly that.
Somewhere else within the Consort's compound her companion for the next eighteen or so hours was being similarly prepared for their time together. Since the maiden wasn't an asari they weren't going though exactly the same process, but it was similar enough in that they would both be looking their best for one another when they did meet. She was certainly looking forward to meeting her chosen consort, especially since she had specified she wanted an akertira companion. Akero, akertira, one who leads and one who trusts and follows, in this specific context however it meant one who trusts and submits in a meld and lets the other partner control the experience. With aliens, since they couldn't control the meld anyway, all of them were technically akertira within the meld…at least as related to who was controlling the meld, trust was of course a different issue. An akertira consort though, was one who would willing submit within the meld, Tela drew in an anticipatory breath at the thought, and that was so very pleasurable to experience. A submissive mind bending so sweetly and willingly to her mental touch, the matron let out her breath, patience, the wait would only make the moment more intense when it arrived.
Approximately an hour and a half later, Tela paused in the doorway her dark eyed gaze focused upon the naked maiden in the middle of the room kneeling upon a cushioned mat with her head submissively bowed. Long caramel brown hair curled halfway down a pale bare back, richly gleaming underneath the lights in a way that silently advertised that the length of it would feel like silk in her hands. Anticipation curled in her stomach as Tela padded quietly into the room, and a slight hitch of breath from the maiden indicated that the human had heard the matron though she did not otherwise move. Tela stopped beside the maiden, reached out and ran one hand through the human's thick hair, just as she had suspected it felt like silk slipping through her fingers. "Jenna," she said, speaking the name she had been given for this consort, she doubted it was the humans real name, but didn't particularly care, the Consort vetted her employees, even the temporary ones, very thoroughly.
"Mistress," the human quietly replied, the expected response and one that indicated the human was still in agreement with this 'scene' as the humans called it. Prearranged, with agreed upon limits and safe words, but it was up to Tela to establish the trust between them that would allow the human to truly submit to her. The matron ran her fingers through the maiden's hair again then smoothed both hands over the silky length of it as she stepped around behind the female. Humans were such a contradictory species though Tela, staring down at the maiden. They were a species that when subjected to actual slavery fought against it so viciously and underhandedly that the Batarians finally had to resort to chemically making them permanently docile to get them to actually submit, but were quite willing to play at being pleasure slaves on their own terms.
Tela shook her head at her own thoughts and then refocused upon the kneeling maiden, she sunk down in a straddling kneel behind the human. She was as naked as the human, having left her robe behind in the room just beyond this one. Now to put the maiden in the proper frame of mind, she wrapped her more muscular arms around the human female's shoulders and pulled her back against her chest. Tilting her head down she said into the maiden's shell-like ear, "You are a human, I am an asari, you are going to know that you are completely helpless, physically and mentally." The human maiden was still and stiffening with her grasp, but yet Tela continued, "I will subdue your body with my biotics, and when we meld you will know that I have centuries of experience to draw on compared to your decades and that you cannot possibly stop me from going wherever I want within your mind." Now the human's body was definitely stiff and Tela could hear her breathing rate pick up, in the air she smelt the sour odor of the human's rising fear. "But though you are helpless against me, I will abide by the limits we agreed upon, and you will be entirely safe with me." The maiden's head jerked around, and wary hazel colored eyes, green with light brown specks, stared wide-eyed into her own. "You will know that as well within the meld," Tela continued calmly, "and I will give you no reason to doubt it."
Jenna stared at her for a moment longer, her appealingly colored greenish-brown eyes searching Tela's own brown ones before finally asking, "Why?"
Tela smiled, pleased with the maiden's composure, "Because everything that I said is true. You will feel helpless when I restrain you with my biotics and when we meld. It's better for you to know it now before we begin, rather than losing yourself to panic during the meld." Very true, a human's unusual nervous system made melding with them while they were panicking or terrorized a very unpleasant process.
The maiden frowned at her, "I do know that, the Consort and some of her acolytes have melded with me to get me used to the sensation of it."
Tela smirked at the human's unwittingly innocent answer. "The Consort is a gentle mistress," the matron responded, her tone a dangerous sounding purr, "but that's not me. There will be no doubt when I meld with you about who's going to be in complete control of your body and mind until I chose to release you." She stared directly into the maiden's beautiful eyes, her arms tight and unyielding around the human's taunt form. There was still the scent of fear in the air, but now it had been joined by the tell-tale sent of arousal. She made a point of drawing in her breath, "Hmm, you know that I can smell that you like something about that idea, don't you?" The maiden's pale cheeks stained with a flush of reddish color at her blunt words, and Tela's smile widened for the scent of the human's arousal was only growing stronger with the maiden's embarrassment.
"Something about that idea that you like?" Tela continued to tease the maiden, whose flush was rapidly spreading from her cheeks to the rest of her face and even slightly down her neck. "Hmm," she pretended to ponder the idea, "Would it be the idea of being physically restrained? You did mention that was something you wanted to explore." The matron's gaze shifted to examine the rest of the room where several varied pieces of furniture specifically designed for sharing pleasure were spread about for her usage. Literally there were several choices, for just about all of them included built in restraint options. Jenna's gaze followed her own and Tela gave the maiden just long enough to realize where her thoughts were going before concentrating and enveloping the maiden's body with her biotics.
This too had been agreed upon, but the matron knew perfectly well that the idea of something and the reality of it often rather drastically parted ways as was indicated by the struggling body of the maiden. With a moments concentration she rotated the human's flailing body so that the maiden could see her and then stepped in close enough to grab both of the human's hands. "Easy," she said soothingly as their gazes met, hers composed the humans wide-eyed and a bit desperate, "you're not being hurt." The maidens breathing was rapid, but just seeing Tela and having her hands to grip back and steady herself seemed to have eased the human's panic. "This is what I meant by being physically helpless, I don't need ropes or handcuffs to immobilize you just my biotics." She altered the dark energy field surrounding the human, making it more immobilizing, "It's one thing to intellectualize how that might feel, and another to actually know how it feels."
The maiden couldn't move, Tela could see the human try and fail by the ineffectual flexing of her muscles underneath her skin. As appealing as it was to watch however, the human's returning panic was not at all appealing. Tela tightened her grip on the maiden's hands, reminding the human of her presence. Hazel eyes snapped up, focused on her, the human's breathing steadied as her gaze searched for something in the asari's and apparently found it. "Mistress," the single word was both a plea and an indication that the maiden was still willing.
Tela moved forward, a flick of her hand dragging the maiden's body with her, now oriented so that the human floated upon her back. A few more strides brought them over to the nearest pleasure couch, a simple one with supports in all the right places for face-to-face pleasuring. It was meant for two asari, but worked just as well for a human female and an asari. Another wave of her hand pressed the maidens body down into the cushioned surface and held her in place as Tela arranged the human's body to her liking. The upper portion of the human's torso flat while her hips tilted upward along the arch of the couch designed exactly for that while carefully molded cushions supported the human's legs. Tela paused to take in the sight of the helpless maiden, the couch arranged her so that her glistening rosiness was on full display with her legs spread wide to either side. All the hair except for a small curly patch up top had been removed from the area leaving everything else smooth and bare as Tela's own.
"Beautiful," she sighed, making sure she was loud enough for Jenna to hear her. A bit of embarrassment was fine, but the matron did not want it to slip over into shame. And humans, especially female humans, seemed to easily fall prey to that negative emotion. A bit of equality should easily remedy that however, though Tela as she moved up to the head of the couch. She met the maiden's gaze for a brief second before simply straddling the narrow couch. Gazing down her body she met the startled hazel eyes of the maiden, "Look at how aroused, how swollen I've become at the thought of sharing pleasure with you."
Hazel eyes were staring, Tela smirked as the maiden's gaze returned to hers after a few seconds and the human's blush intensified. The matron reached down and ran two fingers along the swollen thickness of her kunaja, exhaling a sigh of pleasure at her own touch. She was not as fully aroused as she could be she could tell, but definitely aroused. "Hmm, I'm probably just starting to purple." She paused for a mischievous second and then in a tone that demanded a response asked, "Well, am I? Purpling that is," she looked down inquiringly.
Wide hazel eyes stared up at her, as if to ask if she were serious about the question and she stared back in silent expectation. Finally, Jenna's gaze lowered, "Yes, Mistress you are," the maiden responded after a moments examination.
Satisfied, Tela swung her leg back over the couch to stand beside it, and then as if by an afterthought, reached down and stroked her damp fingers on either side of the maiden's nose. "Since, I can smell you so well, I thought it would only be fair for you to be able to smell me," she said in explanation as the maiden's shocked gaze rose to meet her own. It also had the side effect of exposing the human to a full dose of her pheromones, but that Tela left unspoken. Either Jenna had wisely done her research before ever stepping a foot inside the Consort's compound and knew or the maiden hadn't, but the information that asari could consciously control their pheromones certainly wasn't a secret.
"So," with a motion of her hand Tela very carefully pulled the maiden's arms above her head to where two conveniently placed cuffs were located. She moved up to them and began securing the human's wrists, pausing a moment to brush her fingers over the bluish veins that served as a reminder of how delicate and thin human skin was compared to her own. "Now that you've had a chance to become accustomed to being held physically helpless by my biotics," the maiden's wrists secured, Tela moved down to the foot of the couch and likewise secured the human's legs and ankles to the couch. Pausing to take another look at her helpless consort Tela was pleased to note that, judging from the amount of wetness present, the maiden was now highly aroused. She lifted her gaze upward, slowing to take in the pebbled rosy tips of the maiden's small breasts before finally meeting Jenna's hazel-eyed gaze. She placed one knee on the surface of the couch and began crawling up the maiden's body, "Let's move on to the mental helplessness, shall we?" Tela hovered over the maiden waiting for her response, she knew her eyes were going black, but would not initiate the meld until Jenna consented to it.
The maiden exhaled a whimpering sound as she briefly closed her eyes, but then she opened them again and met Tela's gaze as she said, "Please Mistress."
This was definitely not Tela's first time melding with a human, and she had learned from every past experience. Humans were superficially like krogan when it came to melding in that their nervous systems carried both physical sensation and mental sensation mixed together. It made for an exquisitely pleasurable experience when they were both physically and mentally aroused, but could be overwhelming as well if you were not expecting it. Tela was expecting an intense experience, the maiden was aroused but still afraid, she could tell that from the varied scents on the air. As she lowered herself until she could feel the humans bare warm skin against her own the matron carefully reached out and aligned her aura with the human's. Then as she reached out mentally she pushed out warm reassurance as well as her own arousal and desire for the maiden as she sought out the human's mental landscape.
She looked around at their shared mental construct, talking in the whipping colors around them and the kneeling human in front of her. Unlike the Consort, she was not one to hide herself, "You feel it don't you, your helplessness, that your mind is mine if I should choose to take it." A ripple of pure fear despite the reassurance she was flooding the human's mind with, "Yet I will not," she pulled herself back in, let the human have a moment of respite from her mental dominance. "You are safe," Tela swore to the human maiden, "I will do nothing to harm you, this I swear." She wouldn't either, not even if she found something in the human's mind that made the maiden a threat. She might turn it over to another Spectre, but she would not harm the human herself - that thought though she kept within the privacy of her own mind.
Stillness grew with the human's mind, there was a betraying shimmer, and then, in a dizzying swoop of outpouring sensation, the maiden's mind accepted, trusted, yielded, and submitted. Tela shivered at the sensations flooding her from the human, the sweet complexity and intensity of emotion and physical sensation all mixed in together. "Mistress," she heard from Jenna, both verbally and mentally and rejoiced at the submissive obedience carried within it. Her sweet akertira, Tela let her inner akero loose, causing Jenna to whine and shiver at the overwhelming sensation of dominance that rolled commandingly through her mind. There was no resistance to it though, only an increased sense of yielding submission from the human female. Tela's arousal level went from simmer to boil in an instant and with a low growl she snapped her hips forward, burying her now throbbing kunaja into the maiden's soft, warm flesh. She held still for a few seconds relishing the maidens higher body temperature, before beginning to rock her hips in a slow steady motion that pressed her kunaja against the maiden's arousal slickened tenderness from tip to root and then back again.
3 days Post Awakening: MSV Menrva
Warm, sky blue skin underneath her fingertips and lips, Amanda's fingers gently stroked along the stiff ridges of flesh that protected the more delicate ridged sensory membranes between them, while her lips brushed over the intricate tracery of sky blue flesh at the back of the asari's neck. The two sensations together drew an aroused moan from Liara, fluttering the flesh beneath Amanda's lips.
Only those humans who had both joined with asari and bothered to pay attention, knew how sensitive the folded skin of their scalps, the back of their necks, and the ridges along the lower sides of their heads were when they were aroused. Amanda knew, she had been with two asari before Liara, though the young archaeologist was the first asari with which she had fully bonded.
Amanda had begun by gently stroking her fingers and brushing her lips over the folds of skin that formed Liara's scalp crest, something that they had discovered the asari greatly enjoyed. Then she had moved onto the more delicate folds of flesh at the base of Liara's skull as the asari bowed her head, giving her better access to the sensitive flesh. She had been stroking the asari's head for several minutes now, and from the way her lover was breathing and pressing back against her, Amanda knew Liara was very aroused by her gentle touches.
She brushed her lips further down Liara's neck, and then over across her shoulder as she moved from where she had been kneeling behind the asari. Forsaking the smooth blue skin of her lover's shoulder, Amanda raised her head and moved to capture bluish-purple lips merely inches away. Soft lips met, pressed against one another, parted, tongues invaded, stroked against one another. She felt Liara shiver in reaction as the asari's hands gripped her shoulders and pulled her closer. There was the brief brush of her lover's mind against her own, the momentary sharing of mutual pleasure and desire.
Spurred by it, Amanda tore herself away from the asari's soft, lush, mouth, letting her lips trail down the warm skin of her lover's throat and lower. She paused to trace her lips over the delicate line of collarbone, inhaling, drawing in Liara's distinctive scent. It was almost like a drug for her, the smell of her lover filling her senses, arousing her further. Intellectually she knew that it was Liara's pheromones specifically tailored to her that caused such an intense reaction, but she didn't really care. She breathed out a soft moan against Liara's skin and the hands gripping her shoulders clenched, nails digging briefly into her bare flesh before relaxing once again. Pulling away for a moment, she requested softly, "Lie down."
She watched as Liara lay down on her bed, the asari's blue eyes, their pupils dilated in arousal, never leaving her own gaze. She placed her hands on either side of her lover and leaned over her, "You are so beautiful."
Liara's hands came up to cup her face, "As are you, Amanda."
She turned her head and kissed the palm of one sky blue hand, then lowered herself to lie down beside the asari. She pressed her lips once again against the skin over Liara's collarbone and started a leisurely path downward, letting her lips and tongue taste and trace their way across the silky-smooth sky-blue skin. Liara's arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer to the asari's warm body, bare skin pressed against bare skin. Her lips traveled up the soft swell of a breast and finally surmounted the crest, her lips closed around the tip and her tongue swirled around it savoring both texture and taste and the way it hardened even more underneath her attentions. Though the greatest pleasure for an asari came from the melding, the joining of nervous systems with their partner, that didn't mean they didn't enjoy physical contact or were unable to be physically aroused, as Liara's current reaction perfectly showed.
Liara moaned and twitched in pleasure at Amanda's touch, her back arching to press her breast against her lover's mouth, and the asari's arms tightened around the human woman above her. "Please," Liara whispered, drawing one leg up in a slow caress along the outside of Amanda's thigh, begging for her lover's intimate touch, but the human was intent on taking her time. She wanted to stretch out this precious moment they had managed to steal for themselves for as long as possible.
Even though passion burned hot between them at the slightest glance, they did their best be entirely professional with each other when they were around the rest of the crew. Unfortunately, on the Normandy, that ended up being more of the time than either wished. The Captain's quarter's placement, right beside the ship's dining area, made it hard for them to find a private moment together without someone noticing. Shepard tried not to resent their placement because she was the only person onboard who even had quarters. If she had been any lower rank, she would have to share the sleeper pods along with everyone else and there would be no opportunity at all for her and Liara to steal a few hours together.
Shepard was aware that most of the crew knew, or at least strongly suspected, they were lovers. That might have caused problems earlier, but between the events on Noveria where Liara had fought with Shepard against her own mother, and then the fact that the asari had been by her side for the final battle had put to rest any lingering doubts about where the maiden asari's allegiance lay, and did a lot to disprove views like Gunnery Chief Williams that their non-human allies wouldn't stick with them when the going got tough.
With their actions in the Citadel Battle, Liara and Tali had more than proven themselves in the eyes of the Alliance crew and been adopted as unofficial honorary marines. The sudden inclusion by the crew had bemused Liara, who had never even wanted to be an asari commando, when she realized the reason for it. The blind eye the crew gave to their relationship was probably also due to the fact that Liara was a contracted specialist and not in the Alliance chain of command at all, so Shepard wasn't actually breaking any fraternization rules by being involved with her.
Enough thinking about the things that kept them from spending as much time together as they wanted, Amanda sternly reminded herself, Liara was here with her now, and that certainly deserved more than her divided attention. She switched to Liara's other breast, and then back and forth between them until her asari lover was writhing beneath her before she continued her explorations in a slow southerly direction across the expanse of toned stomach.
"Amanda," Liara whispered a sound of love and desire. Shepard felt a gentle mental pressure as her asari lover sought to join with her, to share this moment completely. She welcomed it, surrendered to it, felt the rush of sensation, memory and thought that was not her own as Liara joined their minds and bodies together. This was more than just a casual meld for the mutual enjoyment of sex, that was a brief moment of intense shared pleasure during orgasm. This was a joining, the full melding of their nervous systems into one, the sharing of pleasure as well as thoughts and memories. The first time they had bonded they had needed to be face to face, their full bodies pressed against one another for Liara to mesh their nervous systems so closely together. Now however, the asari was familiar enough with her that full body contact was no longer necessary.
Liara's taste on her lips, her tongue delicately tormenting the pleasure swollen ridge, slickened with the asari's arousal. Slowly she explored the entire sensitive length, each flick or long slow caress of her tongue sending lances of pleasure through them both as they experienced it as both giver and receiver. Finally, hands threaded through her hair, pulling her upward. Their bodies pressed together and then moved as one, their pleasure rising until it peaked in an upwelling of joyous emotion and physical release, and over it all the union of their very selves.
Amanda opened her eyes, a choked off cry of pleasure escaping her lips as the climax roared through her body, leaving her trembling and weak in the aftermath of the dream. She reached out, but the space beside her was empty, cold.
She sat up, fighting to regulate her breathing, and then moved to sit on the edge of the bed. She remained there a moment, remembering how she and Liara had clung together afterward their hearts pounding in unison, their breathing slowly settling. How she had, several minutes later, curled around the asari and they had both fallen into a deep, restful sleep. Memory brought no such comfort now; she didn't want to lie there anymore, not with the other side of her bed so painfully empty. A shower that's what she needed, she rose, not bothering with the lights. The window and empty fish tanks provided enough illumination to see where she was going.
Heading to the upper level, she passed by her desk and entered the bathroom. She glanced briefly toward the mirror in the darkness. Blessedly, she didn't see anything but her reflection, no nightmare image of sinisterly glowing eyes where her face should be. The first time she had gone to the bathroom and not turned on the light, half-asleep until that point, she had yelled in surprise and almost broken the mirror. Thankfully her brain had caught up, if a little belatedly, and she realized it was own image before she had done anything more than lift her arm to strike.
Shepard stripped off her clothing and stepped onto the shower plate in the corner, turning on the water and adjusting the warmth she leant forward letting it beat down on her head and back, the heat soothing. They were still docked at the space station where she had first met with the Illusive Man. Just painting a ship was relatively easy, but LADAR reflecting paint was another matter entirely. It had to be completed section by section, with each one scanned and verified before continuing on to the next. If anything went wrong, that section of paint had to be scrubbed off to bare metal and the process started over from the beginning. Still the ship was over halfway done, and current estimates were that the engineers would be finished sometime tomorrow. Korlus, where Dr. Okeer was located, was too far away for Shepard to feel comfortable about taking the shuttle there with no backup at all, so they were waiting for the Menrva to be ready to go before heading to the planet.
As sweet as the dream had been, Amanda almost wished she hadn't had it, but apparently her mind had decided that it was time, no matter what else was going on to throw her thoughts into a spinning jumble, to deal with her loneliness and worry over her lover. Liara…it had been just over two years, she took in a breath, forced herself to face a fear that had been growing steadily in the back of her mind. What if Liara had moved on? The asari was so very young for her race, though she was 106… Amanda frowned as she thought of the two years that had passed since she died. Ok, Liara was 108 now, still in comparative human years she was only around twenty or so years old.
When Shepard was in her early twenties she hadn't been ready to settle down with anyone, the one time she had thought she was deeply in love and promised forever had ended very badly. Sharon had been fifteen years older than her, their courtship sudden, fiery and passionate, Amanda had been so certain that it mean she had found the love of her life. Then her marine unit had been called up for a six-month deployment. She had missed Sharon desperately at first; however, by the time six months had passed, Amanda realized with a sinking heart that she no longer missed Sharon in the same way she had at the beginning.
Amanda had tried, she had tried very hard to recapture the emotion she had felt before, but she had failed. Worse was how much she hurt Sharon, the older woman had been concerned about the difference in their ages, the fact that she was so much younger. Amanda had used all of her powers of persuasion to get Sharon to give them a chance. Only in the end Sharon had been right to be concerned. Once it became clear that things weren't working between them, the older woman, furious and hurt, and lost no time in reminding Amanda of the fact that she had been the one to persuade Sharon. The experience left an indelible impression on the young woman, and Shepard had never made any promises of love and commitment to anyone until a certain asari archaeologist had snuck in and stolen her heart.
Shepard had rescued Liara, taken her with her in a whirlwind of adventure, danger and heartbreak. They had been attracted to one another almost immediately, and had become lovers on the eve of a battle neither had been sure they would survive. They had a few precious weeks together on the Citadel before the Council had sent them out hunting for geth, and then Shepard had died.
It had been two years, Amanda didn't know what she would find on Illium when she finally got there. TIM had mentioned that Liara was working for the Shadow Broker, but Amanda didn't know if she could trust his information. No matter what Liara was doing though, whether she was an information broker or archaeologist, she knew she couldn't go in just blindly pretending that everything would magically be alright between them. It might be, Liara might still love her…or Liara might have moved on, or even found someone else.
The look of betrayal, the tears, the angry, hurtful words, she wouldn't do that to Liara. She would keep herself under control, let the young asari's reaction to her appearance guide her own reaction. Amanda wouldn't make the young asari feel like Sharon had made her feel, like the lowest of the low, like she had been unfaithful or betrayed her. You couldn't be unfaithful to someone who was dead, and she had definitely been dead.
You also couldn't make someone feel what they didn't anymore; Amanda knew that from her own bitter experience. If sometime in the past two years the love they felt had faded for the young asari, Shepard would salvage what dignity she could out of the situation and never let Liara know how much it hurt or how much Amanda still loved her.
Goddess she hoped she was wrong, Amanda rested her forehead against the tiled wall, and that everything would turn out alright, her fears proven groundless. That she would find the asari and that they would embrace and then maybe Liara would cry and she probably would as well. They would go back to Liara's place, talk and hold one another close. And her world would brighten, no matter the fact that she was still working with Cerberus and going on yet another suicidal mission to save the galaxy.
3 days Post Awakening: Citadel
Tela drowsed, lulled by the soft breaths and warmth of the human sleeping within her arms. The asari hadn't bothered to count the number of orgasms that the two of them had experienced over the course of the past few hours. A smile curved her dark blue lips, too many to count was accurate enough for her. She indulged herself with stroking her cheek against the humans silky caramel colored hair, and breathing in their mingled scent which was quite frankly redolent with the musk of their combined arousal. She was a matron, her mind chose this moment to bring up that fact, time for her to start thinking of finding a bondmate, taking an extended leave of absence for a few centuries, and having children.
Her gaze drifted down, maybe taking a bondmate and an akertira consort like this human and having a child conceived of the best of all three of them instead of using an alien donor partner. The human would be beloved and cherished by both of them, and supported in attaining her professional aspirations if that was what she desired for herself. And if the maiden wanted children in the course of time, her cousin, Jesna, and her bondmate had apparently had a wonderful time with donated sperm and enthusiastically attempting to get their human consort pregnant. Last time she had seen them they both seemed oddly proud of themselves with Leslie, as if they truly had anything to do with the resulting pregnancy but successfully completing the fun part of it. She knew the entire compound was looking forward to helping raise their first human child, a second would certainly be just as welcome.
She curled herself around the human, whose name she was certain now was not Jenna, she thought with a smirk as she stroked her hand along the maiden's arm. She sighed out a long breath, she wasn't quite ready yet, she realized with a certain irritation at herself, but soon. That part of herself that wanted a child was getting steadily more insistent, until then…she sighed again, until then she would have to resign herself with brief encounters like this. It was simply too dangerous for her to take a more permanent lover without also taking that leave of absence and removing them both to the Vasir compound on Daessia, deep within the Asari Republics where most of the Vasir matrons went to have their children. It was too bad, she thought with a pang of loneliness as her gaze dropped once again to the deeply slumbering human resting in her arms, she rather thought there might be something special possible with this one.