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Chapter Two: What She Likes Most
What Liara likes most about Shepard is the junction where her shoulder meets her neck. That not-quite-sharp but more-than-smooth dip before her collar bone. A single elegant line. Shepard's thrumming pulse, anchored just above. A solid, taut stretch of muscle that quakes when the woman runs and coils when she cries.
Liara likes the way it arches with the crack of her anger and then evens with the lull of her tenderness.
But more than anything, Liara likes when they embrace, when her blue lips nestle just above that line, hovering imperceptibly, and she can pretend that Shepard is hers.