So, just a little sequel to the previous chapter, set shortly after the war. As you can see, I'm branching out a bit with the material, so if you have any suggestions for future chapters, feel free to leave them in the reviews.
"Are you almost done, sweetheart?"
"I'm afraid it will be a little while yet, love." Shepard could hear the regret in her bondmate's reply, and it was a sentiment she heartily shared. Though the commander was feeling much better than she had when the rescue team pulled her out of the wreckage of the Citadel several weeks earlier, she still wasn't cleared for active duty. As a result, the Spectre had little to do but lie around the ship, catch up on her reading, and gradually go stir-crazy.
To make matters worse, the person she most wanted to spend her newly-found free time with was busy. Liara had been working feverishly since the Reapers were destroyed, using what remained of her Shadow Broker network to augment the post-war relief efforts. She still made time for her commander to be sure, but the long hours were tough on both of them, wearing down the asari while leaving Shepard to make her own fun.
Well, that's just what the newly-proclaimed Savior of the Galaxy decided she was going to do. Her torso still ached when she rolled up off of the small bed in Liara's quarters, but she was too tough to let a little pain dissuade her. The Spectre tiptoed into her bondmate's office, approaching the seated Shadow Broker from behind. Liara had already gotten another call, and she didn't notice Shepard's presence until the human's arms wrapped around her and her lips pressed tenderly against the back of her crest.
"As I was saying," Liara repeated to the asari shipping magnate on the other end of the line, trying not to let her distraction show in her voice, "You will redirect the grain deliveries originally slated for Ilium to Thessia and Earth starting next week, at the price we agreed on yesterday."
As the woman she was speaking with, an irritatingly pompous matron named Lisela, started to reply, Shepard kept kissing and stroking Liara's crest, diligently stimulating the asari's sensitive ridges. A tiny, breathy sigh slipped past her lips and at the sound, the Spectre released her, moving around the chair to face her bondmate.
Shepard was clad in her pajama pants and an N-7 hoodie unzipped far enough to show a bit of cleavage, but what really got Liara's attention was the mischievous gleam in her green eyes. The asari shot her a questioning look, but her bondmate only held up a finger to her full, red lips, silently motioning for Liara to be quiet before slipping down to her knees and positioning herself underneath the Shadow Broker's desk.
Liara was strongly tempted to protest, but just then, Lisela started talking again, launching into a fairly complicated explanation of cargo transfers and equipment requirements that the information broker really needed to follow. Of course, that wasn't exactly easy to do when Shepard's hands made their way to her belt buckle and unfastened it, letting her slide Liara's white pants off of her legs with practiced ease.
"I see," the Shadow Broker replied to the other asari, hoping that her voice modulator would hide the shiver of anticipation running through her at her commander's actions. "I will see about getting the biotic amplifiers to the necessary systems," she told Lisela, "But you will redirect the grain without additional charge or the consequences will be dire."
Liara hoped that would settle the matter, but even while Shepard started planting kisses up and down the length of her legs, her contact refused to go away, launching into a protracted series of excuses and delaying tactics. Those details, however, were leaving the Shadow Broker's head almost as soon as she heard them, pushed out by the feeling of her bondmate's tongue rapidly approaching the juncture of her thighs.
As she closed in her on prize, Shepard could smell her lover's arousal and the sweet scent of the beautiful asari intoxicated her. They hadn't had nearly enough time for this since the war, especially not with her lengthy recovery, and she was even more eager than usual for a taste. The Spectre peeled off the pair already-damp panties in her way and her tongue darted out, playing over the tip of Liara's clit. Immediately, she was rewarded with the sight of her bondmate's hips bucking towards her and Shepard leaned forward, capturing the little bud between her lips so she could begin sucking on it in earnest. With each passing second, she could feel more of Liara's arousal coating her lips and chin, and she knew it wouldn't be long before the asari changed.
Liara could feel the stirrings beginning in her lower body, the desire Shepard so skillfully created making her system strain with desperate longing. It was hard enough to fight the urges under the best of circumstances, and now, trying to pay attention to her contact's interminable complaints, she had little chance of success. Nor was Shepard helping, tonguing her sex unmercifully, and though she knew she should make her stop until the call was over, Liara couldn't bring herself to do it. As inconvenient as the timing of her bondmate's seduction was, she'd been craving this intimacy too much to halt it now.
It was always a relief to give in to the transformation, but with the way Shepard greeted her already-rigid erection when it emerged, it was pure ecstasy. The Spectre wrapped one hard around the shaft and began pumping it slowly while her tongue went back to teasing, darting forth to lap at the dark blue head. Caught up in the feeling, Liara made the mistake of looking down, and the sight of the woman she loved pleasuring her was nearly too much. A little spurt of her come burst prematurely out of the tip of her cock, landing on Shepard's nose and lips, and Liara let out a gasp that even her normally iron discipline couldn't contain.
"Shadow Broker?", the asari shipping magnate asked. "Are you still there?"
Liara couldn't even manage a reply because she was busy watching as Shepard used a finger to bring the drop of wetness her bondmate had her left on her nose down to her mouth, sucking it off ostentatiously. The asari stared, rapt, and even as she did, Shepard repeated her action with Liara's cock, pulling the tip into that wonderful, warm mouth of hers.
"Shadow Broker?", her contact asked again as Liara's hips bucked forward uncontrollably. Shepard was ready for that though, and she effortlessly took the asari deeper, letting her get further into her throat with each thrust. The feeling was amazing, and it took all the concentration Liara could manage to find her voice again.
"I am fine," she growled. "Just finish your point. Quickly."
Deciding to take some small bit of mercy on her poor, distracted love, the red-head withdrew her mouth from Liara's cock and though her hand replaced it, she kept it still, just enjoying the feel of the hot flesh against her palm. That didn't mean she let up entirely, though. Her tongue explore beneath Liara's erection, finding the inner scales that framed its base. They swelled when her lover changed, becoming more sensitive, and she licked them slowly and sensuously, the stimulation moving her bondmate towards the edge of her endurance without risking pushing her over it too soon.
At long last, Lisela reached the end of her point, concluding with, "But once that's resolved, I'll be sure to re-route the shipments."
"See that you do that," Liara gasped, swallowing hard as she moved to end the call. Shepard had evidently gotten tired of teasing her scales because her tongue had moved on to the underside of her shaft, making her way back towards the head with torturous slowness. She reached the crown just as the Shadow Broker finally found the button she needed, her chocked, "Yes," only barely prevented from reaching her contact.
"Shepard," she gasped as her lover kept tracing a path around her the base of her cock head, her words somewhere between a command and a plea, "More. Give me more."
The Spectre's voice was all mock innocence even as her hand caressed the swell of her bondmate's ass. "Of course, sweetheart."
With her right hand, she took firm hold of Liara's erection and started pumping it even as those beautiful lips enveloped the asari once more, sucking on the tip while her tongue ran across the slit. The Shadow Broker was throbbing with need now, her bondmate's teasing having brought her close to the brink, and the only thought she could manage was that she wanted to share a little of the frustration and, more importantly, bliss, that Shepard had brought to her.
The commander felt the touch of a warm hand on the side of her head, and as Liara's fingers ran through her hair, it was soon accompanied by the familiar pressure against her mind. Shepard relaxed her thoughts, and as she did, the molten burst of lust that hit her was overpowering. Her bondmate was beyond turned on and even the echo of her desire was enough to make the human's own body thrum with excitement.
This was one of her favorite parts of their lovemaking, the delight of Liara coming undone for her, of sharing in the most intimate way possible the pleasures that only she got to give to the asari. She could feel her own mouth on an organ she didn't even have, and the Spectre redoubled her efforts, suckling hard on the tip of Liara's cock even as her hand made a series of powerful strokes all the way from the base to nearly the top of the shaft.
The increase in pressure was all that had been missing, and when she got it, what small measure of control Liara had left crumbled. Her cock swelled in Shepard's mouth, her erection nearly jumping with the release of pressure as one huge burst of her come after another poured into her lover's throat. The molten power of her orgasm spilled into the Spectre's mind as well, and as it hit her, Shepard jammed her free hand down her pajama pants, her fingers frantically working her needy clit to give herself the physical pleasure she needed to accompany the mental stimulation she was receiving.
Even as Shepard came, her other hand kept stroking Liara, coaxing out all of the massive climax her ministrations had produced. The asari couldn't believe how much of it there was, but Shepard kept swallowing, eagerly sucking her until her erection at last stopped pulsing, so sensitive by then that she could hardly bear the pleasure. Only then did Shepard let it slip out from between her lips, the last few weak spurts of thick fluid landing on her exposed collarbone and the top of her cleavage while the commander's left hand stroked her through the end of her own orgasm.
Shepard crawled out from under her desk and Liara reached down, guiding her lover up beside her and giving her a lengthy kiss. "Goddess, Shepard," she gasped when it finally ended, "You are the most…"
"The most wonderful bondmate in the galaxy?", Shepard offered.
"A few other words did occur to me," Liara laughed. "Distracting, infuriating, irresponsible… But right now, I think I can agree with wonderful."
A goofy smile was spread across Liara's pretty features, and Shepard settled into her bare lap, nuzzling her face against her neck. Gentle hands stroked her hair, and warm, blue lips placed kiss after kiss on her forehead, reminding her that Liara's love went far deeper than any annoyance she might have felt. "You know," the asari told her, "I was thinking earlier of trying to convince Doctor Chakwas that you were ready to return to active duty."
"Really?" Shepard turned to look up at Liara. "And now?"
"Now," Liara grinned, "I think I may keep you and your improving health all to myself a while longer. I really do need to thank you properly."
"Mm, I think the meld worked nicely for that," Shepard told her, guiding the asari's hand between her legs so that she could feel the wetness of the Spectre's orgasm on the dark fabric.
"Mm, rather impressive," Liara agreed before shaking her head, "But not what I was referring to. I wanted to thank you for reminding me of something."
"And what might that be?", Shepard asked, her voice coy, as if she couldn't guess what the Shadow Broker was about to say.
"That even though there's still work to be done to repair what the Reapers destroyed, I need to make sure I properly show my appreciation for the woman who destroyed them."
No sooner had she finished speaking then Shepard caught her lips for another kiss, and as her hands ran over the back of the asari's crest, Liara could already feel her cock starting to stir once more. It was going to be, she decided happily, a very lengthy appreciation.