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A Helping Hand	By : MercurAlav Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 9238 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Screaming. So much screaming...
The fires of the refinery leapt about them. She could hear the cries of the workers as she ran away from them, leaving them to their fiery demise. If only Zaeed hadn't... They had to stop the Blue Sun leader. That would prevent anyone else from facing this fate.
'You could still save us!' The accusations battered her more than the bullets thudding against her kinetic shield. 'I can't. I can't...'
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The smell of death hung over the battlefield like fog. That sharp metallic tang of blood mixed with the cloying sweet smell of decaying flesh...
The Thresher Maws had exploded from the ground all around them. They hadn't stood a chance, not against that many. Their squad leader had been one of the last to go, screaming orders before the jaws snapped over his body. Then there was nothing but a sickening crunch.
She had run. She had run until her lungs burned, hearing the screams of her dying comrades echoing in her ears. 'Save us! Oh gods, please, save us!'
'You're already dead! Your bodies are in pieces; there's no way you can survive!'
'You didn't even try!' The skittering of the Thresher Maws was getting closer; they were still hungry and eager for more prey. 'Coward!'
The ground erupted in front of her, throwing her to the side. Her head slammed against a rock, and she saw stars in front of her helmet. The roar deafened her; was this how she was going to die?
The jaws had come down, and she had lobbed her entire grenade belt into the creature's mouth before half-stumbling, half-running with all she had. Her muscles screamed, her head throbbed, her mouth was dry...
The explosion had ripped through her kinetic shield and slammed into her like a sledgehammer, picking her off the ground and throwing her like a piece of trash.
'Can't...not going to...' Through the blurred haze of her vision she could see the dropship. The ground vibrated under her. She had to. Her body was nothing but a wave of agony, but she had to keep going.
Couldn't let them die for nothing...
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The wail of the klaxons in her ears was overpowering. She had fought her way to the console, but there had been no time to warn the colonies of their impending doom. No time to tell them to evacuate.
No time.
She had barely shut down the reactor overload in time; several bullets had made sure that Kenson would not interfere further. The look in her eyes...
How far gone had Kenson been? Even Matriarch Benezia had something left inside her at the end; did Amanda Kenson understand why she had done what she had done?
The Normandy had picked her up just in time; she had made her way to the galaxy map just in time to see the asteroid hit the mass relay.
Three hundred thousand. An entire inhabited solar system.
No survivors.
No...survivors...
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His voice was calm on the radio. Both of them were calm. It was what made her next words so hard.
She'd told them no one got left behind. Not on her squad. Not after Akuze. Not after what happened there.
But here she was, condemning one of her squad to death because she couldn't manage to be in two places at once. Just like Akuze.
"I'm sorry, Kaiden." Each word felt like a knife piercing her heart. Kaiden had feelings for her, feelings she had started to reciprocate before Liara came into her life. If only she hadn't sent him off with the other squad...
No. It wouldn't be any easier leaving Ash behind. But this felt so damned personal, like his interest in her was why she was leaving him to the geth.
"No hard feelings, Commander." His voice was calm, but Ferik could feel the silent accusations battering at her with every step she took back to the nuke and Ashley.
'Leaving me for an asari, and now leaving me to die. I see what I meant to you.'
She would spend the next few hours after the mission locked in her quarters, curled up into a ball. It'd been fairly easy to convince Ashley that Kaiden's death wasn't her fault. It wouldn't be so easy to convince herself.
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Not fast enough. Never fast enough. The Thresher Maw's jaws were closing about her, suffocating her, its jaws wearing down the kinetic shields surrounding her combat armor. Soon there would be nothing but the armor left, and beyond that vulnerable flesh. She could hear the voices of the dead calling out to her, reaching for her with translucent hands.
'You can't run from the truth. Coward. Butcher. Murderer...'
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'No. It's just a dream. Just a dream. Just a...'
As Shepard fought her way back to consciousness, she realized that there was a pressure around her waist and back that had not been there when she had fallen asleep.
It's come for me...
With a half-strangled yell, she twisted around, throwing a clumsy punch at her unseen enemy. She wasn't going down without a fight. Not after the hell she'd been through.
However, her punch never connected, paused a few centimeters in front of azure skin and held there by a tingling force. Ferik's terror-stricken green eyes met deep pools of blue set above a smattering of freckles.
"...L-Liara?"
The asari smiled softly, bringing a hand up to stroke Shepard's sweat-slicked hair. "Welcome back to consciousness."
"But what...how..." The adrenaline and fear that had been surging through her was starting to quiet into muddied confusion. The sedative hadn't worn off yet.
"Dr. Chakwas sent me a message. She was worried about you."
"Worried about..." Liara's fingers gently traced her cheeks, leaving soft plumes of color in their wake.
"You've been working yourself to the bone."
Ferik exhaled slowly, closing her eyes. "You...don't need to worry about it. You have more important things to concentrate on, like the Shadow Broker information."
Liara's fingers tightened in the human's tank top, and Shepard felt herself forcefully pulled forward and against the asari's body. She swallowed reflexively, opening her eyes timidly to blazing azure orbs. In the two years that she had been dead, the quiet asari scientist had been replaced by someone who was used to commanding authority.
"Being Shadow Broker may be a dream job, but I'd destroy the base myself if it cost me you. Do you understand?" Liara's voice was quiet, but held a fierce intensity that Ferik could not deny.
"I...yes."
"Good." Her grip relaxed as a hand came up to push some of Ferik's hair out of her face. "Now. Mind telling me what's going on, or is it going to take a melding to coax it out of you?"
Shepard shivered slightly at the threat. Feeling the asari in that way, closer to her than anyone had ever been, was both incredibly sensual and terrifying. There were no secrets when they were joined. Not even Shepard's carefully crafted shields that kept the majority of people out of her private thoughts could withstand Liara's gentle probes in that state.
"Just some bad dreams." Ferik mumbled, looking down.
"What kind of bad dreams?" A finger under her chin coaxed her eyes back to the asari's.
The kind that make me never want to sleep again.
Shepard grimaced. She should be able to handle this on her own. Liara had other things to worry about besides coming up here and babysitting her. She'd have to talk with Dr. Chakwas, Joker, and whoever else was in on this after she apologized to the asari for wasting her time.
"Everyone has nightmares, Liara. That's all they a-"
Her thought was cut off by the sensation of soft lips pushing softly against her own. Ferik felt her heart skip a beat before her eyes closed and she was kissing back, arms wrapping instinctively around the other woman. Her mind was still muddied by the drug, but she could feel Liara's biotics starting to travel up her nerves and wake her up even as the asari's leg brushed against her calf.
"I know you better than that." A soft rebuke, lips still moving against hers and sweet breath exhaling into her mouth. "No secrets, Ferik."
"No secrets," she repeated, reluctantly leaving the asari's lips and burying her head into the crook of her lover's neck. Quite a few people might have laughed at her if they knew the truth: Commander Ferik Shepard, the savior of the galaxy, the survivor of Akuze, the fearless leader, only ever felt safe when she was wrapped in a certain asari's arms.
Before she had met Liara, she had just steeled herself against the galaxy, putting up shields to keep herself strong. But the asari scientist she had rescued on Therum had gradually bypassed those barriers, peeling back layer after layer to see past the masks she wore around the Alliance, around the Council, even around the crew. At first, Shepard hadn't known what drew her to the quiet asari who tended to keep to herself in the room beyond the medical bay. It wasn't simply the alien aspect that intrigued her: Garrus, Wrex, and even Tali had befriended her well enough, but there was something more to Liara.
Maybe it was that unlike most of her peers, Liara hadn't chosen a life as an exotic dancer or a commando. She'd buried herself in her research about the Protheans, choosing knowledge over social skills. Shepard still remembered asking her about it and the flicker of pain across Liara's eyes as she explained about the prejudice her culture had for purebloods. It had sparked something deep within the Spectre, something that went beyond mere protection of someone she considered a civilian.
Ashley had never quite understood why Ferik had chosen Liara over Kaiden. Kaiden was an Alliance soldier, a good-looking guy, a sweet guy, but Liara? Liara was an alien, a scientist who had gotten herself trapped and now just wanted to study the Commander for whatever Prothean secrets lay in her head. Shepard still remembered those fights in the shuttle bay where she'd had to pull rank on Williams just to get her to shut up and listen for a moment. Ashley's xenophobia ran as deep as her loyalties to her family and the Alliance, and there had been a few times that Shepard had been deeply grateful that Liara preferred to isolate herself from the rest of the crew instead of seeking to socialize with them.
What none of them understood outside of Liara and herself was that every time they had melded so Liara could piece together the bits and pieces of the vision, there was a bit more that the asari saw that had nothing to do with the Protheans. When Liara had admitted this to her, Shepard had felt betrayed and almost stormed out of the medical bay. It had taken a promise not to leave until the scientist had explained what had happened and fifteen minutes of explanation before Ferik had calmed down. Shepard wasn't entirely sure why she had reacted so violently: perhaps it was the idea that someone besides her could access her deepest, darkest secrets. She had hidden behind her shields for so long that the feeling of being exposed to another person like that almost made her refuse to give Liara access to her mind when they found another piece of the relic.
But, what had seemed terrifying to the commander at first was a gift in disguise that Ferik came to realize as they chased Saren across the galaxy. Liara was curious about her from the snippets she had seen while looking at the Prothean visions, but would not push her further than she was willing to go. Over time, Shepard had found herself opening up more and more to Liara, and the asari had simply listened, letting her get out her innermost fears and worries without judgement. One by one, the outer shields had crumbled around Liara as Shepard spent more of her free time in the room beyond the medical bay, talking research and culture with one of the few non-miltary personnel on the ship.
By the time Kaiden dragged Liara to the communication room and confronted Ferik about her feelings, the two shared a bond that could have only been broken by death. Kaiden had been willing to open up to his commander, but the idea of sharing the deepest parts of herself with him? There had never been a good time for that. There were regulations that had been drilled into both of them, regulations that they fell back on whenever the topic made either one of them uncomfortable. Liara had made time, setting aside research to let her get whatever was bothering her off her chest. There were no regulations against relaxing with a civilian, no military codes that either one was breaking to spend time together. She hadn't been lying when she told Kaiden that she cared for them both, and the suggestion of the three of them spending more time together had not gone over well. Kaiden had stormed out of the communication room, leaving the two of them exchanging glances. Shepard had been worried that she had offended Liara with the suggestion, but surprisingly the asari had not had an issue with the notion of sharing her with another.
There was no denying what the two of them shared when the Normandy was enroute to Ilos, especially not after the almost kiss they had experienced when the Normandy had been grounded at the Citadel by Udina and the Council. They were hyper-aware of each other by that point, and it was only the fact that Liara had wanted to wait that had stopped Shepard from finding the asari and dragging her off to the nearest abandoned room. Not that the thought of persuading Liara otherwise hadn't crossed her mind, but she was aware of the hesistation in the scientist's voice and the fear of breaking the bond between them. Once they crossed the line past friendship into something more, it was difficult if not downright impossible to have things ever go back to being the same if they didn't work out. Both were interested, but restrained by fear of the unknown.
Ferik still remembered seeing her in that doorway, face lit only by the display from the computers. There had been a bit of talking, but it was mostly just testing the waters to confirm what both of them already knew. The air had felt thick and unbreathable when Liara had been only a few feet away, her eyes a mix of desire and fear. It had caught the Spectre off-guard when the scientist had made the first move, closing the distance between them and dragging her into a hungry kiss. That simple action had broken the dam keeping their feelings back; the rest had been a jumbled memory of hands roaming blindly across suits, seeking the enclosures that kept their heated skin away from each other.
Their joining had been the final step: Shepard had known at that point that no matter what happened, she was Liara's. The rest of her shields had fallen as the two of them reached a shared peak, sweat mingling as their gasps and moans seemed to have no beginning or end. Their minds had brushed against one another, both exposed to the other in a way that no other person had managed before. Afterwards, they had stayed like that for what seemed like eternity, fingers quietly brushing across curves and dips before Joker's announcement of the distance to the relay had forced them to get dressed and steel themselves against what they were about to face.
Now she was nestled against her lover's skin, arms wrapped tightly around her waist, smelling that enticing musk that Liara always seemed to emit around her. Maybe it was pheremones. She'd never gotten around to asking the asari about that, but she would at some point. Slender fingers stroked back her hair, and Shepard was suddenly acutely aware that she couldn't remember the last time she had showered. There was another scent there though, one that wasn't the asari's, but still familiar to the Spectre. It smelled almost a bit musty, like a piece of clothing that hadn't been washed in a while.
Liara had been wearing something unusual. Ferik pulled back a little to get a better look and was surprised to see the N7 logo blazoned on the front of the rumpled t-shirt currently hiding Liara's form from her. "Are you wearing my shirt?" Shepard asked, eyebrow rising slightly.
The asari grinned. "Maybe."
"Since when have you had my shirt?"
There was feigned innocence in her eyes, but the dancing mischief behind them destroyed the illusion. "I might have gone through your laundry last time I was here."
"You..." Shepard scowled. "How many shirts have you stolen?"
Liara laughed, a soft pealing sound. "Just the one." Her fingers combed lightly through Shepard's hair, and the human began to feel rather self-conscious. She edged back from Liara, putting a foot or so between them.
"But...the shirt's dirty, and I'm dirty, and..."
Her lover's hand pressed against her chest firmly, putting her on her back. A few moments later, the asari straddled her hips and arched up into a stretch, bringing her chest into full prominence under the loose t-shirt. Ferik bit her lower lip, shifting a bit under Liara's weight. She had remembered mentioning off-hand that seeing Liara in her clothes would be sexy, but she hadn't quite counted on how much. Her hands unconsciously slid up the asari's sides, feeling the tensed muscles under her fingers.
"I don't care if you're dirty or not." Liara's voice was husky as she looked down at her captive lover, desire reflected in her deep blue eyes. "It's been too long since we joined. So..." She bent down, cheek sliding against Ferik's as her lips found the human's ear and kissed the curve of it. Shepard shuddered, back arching reflexively up into the information broker as she sought more contact.
The asari's voice sounded like melted honey, her breath driving away any of the sedative that still lingered in Shepard's system. "Do you want me to take you in the bed or in the shower?" A hand snuck down Ferik's side before sliding under the tank top, nails lightly tracing the skin across her abdomen.
A soft moan escaped Ferik's lips as her hands sought purchase in the asari's shirt, its state of cleanliness the farthest thing from her mind now. "Not sure if I can make it to the shower..." she admitted quietly.
"Let me handle that."
Liara slid off of her, leaving an emptiness in her wake. Shepard started to get up, but then felt the hairs on her skin standing on end as she was enveloped in a soft blue glow and lifted into the air.
"Biotics?"
The asari grinned, crooking a finger towards herself as she backed towards the stairs. Ferik followed her - well, as much as being levitated the entire way was following, anyway.
"You could just carry me," Ferik began, but trailed off as Liara paused at the top of the stairs, halting the human's forward movement as well. "What are you planning?"
Her answer was a sly grin thrown over one shoulder before the asari bent over to touch one toe, offering Shepard a full view of her butt pressing tightly into the shorts she wore. Ferik's eyes widened slightly; out of all the things she had prepared herself for, this was not at all what she had anticipated. Liara slowly brought herself back up, a ripple of muscle traveling from her bare feet to her hips as her body rolled up in a wave that rocked her hips forward and pressed her chest against the shirt in such a way that had Shepard straining to catch a glimpse. Her hands hooked under the N7 shirt she wore, tugging it up just enough to expose a smooth expanse of pale blue skin across her back to the floating human.
Shepard wasn't aware of it, but she was staring. The Reapers themselves could have come through the door at that moment, and she would have never noticed them with her eyes fixed on Liara's form. Reaper indoctrination couldn't even begin to measure up against this.
"Like what you see?" Again that husky voice, now paired with a sultry look thrown behind a shoulder.
Ferik licked dry lips, suddenly very glad that Liara hadn't chosen to be a dancer at one of the clubs. She would have never stood a chance against those curves, even with the galaxy at stake. Then again, it might be the fact that Liara had never acted this way before that was sending shivers up and down her spine. "Always…"
"Good…" Liara turned to face her and slid her hands up farther under the shirt, tilting her head back and arching her back as her fingers traveled upwards. The shirt was lifted inch by tantalizing inch, exposing skin much too slowly for Shepard's liking. She was straining against the biotic hold now.
"Patience…" The asari removed her shirt, revealing a neatly fitted black bra underneath that did almost nothing to hide her breasts. Ferik bit her lip, trying to find any shred of willpower she had left as Liara tossed the garment past her lover and brought her in closer.
Her face came closer, closer…and paused just before their lips touched. "I do seem to recall during one of our joinings that you were curious if I was able to mimic the asari dancers in Chora's Den." Shepard flushed, unable to look away from those enticing blue orbs. She had forgotten that particular thought, though it was very obvious that Liara hadn't. Part of her wondered where the asari had learned those moves. Part of her was afraid of the answer she might get: after all, she had been dead for two years. Who knew what Liara had been up to all that time?
Liara lowered her just enough to have her feet touch the ground before she pressed her body against Ferik's, undulating against her as a leg wrapped around the Spectre's hips. Her fingers danced a loving tattoo against the human's back, teasing and enticing through the thin fabric of the tank top, her lips placing feathery kisses along Shepard's neck and exposed shoulders. Ferik barely stifled a moan as the asari's fingers circled her breasts lightly with the occasional soft stroke across her nipples.
"Nnnn…"
"How am I doing?" Liara's voice was soft and sultry against her ear. Ferik lunged against the biotics, pushing them back a few inches before she was again held tightly in their embrace, the asari waggling a finger at her.
"Cheater," Shepard accused, desire and frustration plain on her face.
"You said you weren't sure if you could make it to the bathroom. I'm merely…helping." The asari grinned, putting her back to Shepard before pressing against her. A slender blue hand found a hold behind Shepard's head in her tank top, pulling the human against her as she rocked her hips back into Ferik's.
That was a bit too much. With a soft growl, Ferik summoned all of her strength and pressed against the biotics holding her in place. The blue glow shimmered for a moment before faltering, and Liara had enough time for a stunned look before the human had spun her around, crushing their lips together even as she walked both of them towards the bathroom.
The asari adapted quickly; her hands went for Shepard's tank top, tugging it up and over her lover's head with only a moment's break in the searing kiss. It had been her plan to distract Ferik from the thoughts plaguing her, but she had forgotten about the human's stubbornness when she knew what she wanted. On the battlefield this was generally a fatal mistake, but in the bedroom, it was the difference between being able to keep her head and being caught up in the wave of her lover's desire.
Shepard's mouth had moved to her neck; Liara inhaled a shuddering breath at the sharp bites being inflicted to sensitive skin. Her back hit solid wall, and it was difficult to focus enough to find the switch for the bathroom door with the unrelenting assault being visited upon her.
After a few moments of groping around on the wall and Ferik's kisses moving ever lower, she finally found the panel. Pressing the button had the wall section behind her moving and the asari stumbling backwards as her brace disappeared. Shepard didn't let up, almost tripping both of them in her pursuit.
The human's fingers had found the clasp for her bra and deftly unhooked it, arching a little to slide the garment off of her. Liara shivered as the cool air of the bathroom washed over her exposed breasts, and bit her lip as Ferik's mouth decided to explore a bit. She could feel herself losing control.
"Shepard," she managed, her voice a bit breathless with the attention being paid to her breasts. Shepard didn't even look up, her tongue working an ever-closing spiral over the asari's left breast. 'Stubborn woman,' Liara thought, arching with a gasp as Ferik's lips closed over her pert nipple and suckled hard.
"Ferik..." There was an edge of pleading now. Emerald eyes glanced up at her, though the human's tongue did not stop its assault.
"Clothing...need off..." Under normal circumstances, she was a rather eloquent speaker. But normal circumstances did not include a rather eager Spectre demonstrating how much she had missed her lover.
Ferik's tongue paused for a moment as the woman considered this: with a soft sigh over the wet nipple that had Liara sucking in a gasp, Shepard reluctantly released her. "No biotics," she warned, the tone in her voice promising swift retribution should the asari try.
"No biotics," Liara agreed, hands sliding up Shepard's back to unhook her bra and slide it off her shoulders. The human nestled up against her afterwards, the feeling of skin on skin a rather welcome one.
"Still need to remove your pants."
Ferik gave her a look, then hooked both thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and pulled down, taking outerwear and underwear in one fell swoop. It was kicked to the side unceremoniously, and before Liara could do the same to her own shorts, another pair of hands had beaten her there. The asari looked into green eyes that held quite a bit of mischief in them.
"Shepa-" The rest of her lover's name faded into a groan as Ferik kissed, licked and bit a way down from her neck to the top of her shorts. Liara closed her eyes, feeling the kisses being trailed around her waistband. There were a few questions she needed to ask her lover before they melded, but that...that could wait.
Ferik was taking her time, savoring each inch of skin that she slowly revealed and lavishing it with small kisses and nibbles. If Liara wanted to tease, she learned that there were consequences for teasing. Not that Shepard had minded the striptease...
She laid her palms flat against the asari's hips and slid them under the shorts, thumbs hooking into the waistband and peeling back the clingy material. A few bites along Liara's hips brought fingers that curled into fists near her vision. Ferik grinned. So she was trying to keep control...
In one fluid motion, she slid the shorts downwards, dipping her head to kiss a trail up from the asari's knees to the peak of her inner thighs. A soft mewl escaped Liara's throat, and Shepard felt an answering twinge in her own body.
She inhaled as she got closer to Liara's mound, smelling the heady arousal. It didn't take much for the two to excite each other; the right looks and glances from the other would have them squirming in their seats, waiting for some place and time to be alone together.
'Goddess, she's going to...no...not yet...' Liara groped blindly for the shower controls as her eyes met Shepard's. There was that mischief, but Liara's eyes held something behind the desire. What was it, Shepard wondered.
Ferik figured it out about the time the water hit her in the face. It was the same look Liara had when fighting the Shadow Broker. Determination and stubbornness, same as Shepard herself.
The water was a bit of a shock, though. It was ice cold; apparently there were some issues going on in engineering regarding immediate water heating. The Spectre yelped, diving out of the stream...and found herself facing the wall, hands pinned above her head by a single blue one.
"Hey!" There was a throaty chuckle just behind her, followed by a familiar blue glow around Ferik's wrists. "I thought we agreed: no biotics!"
"That was before you started changing the rules." The hand left her, and if Shepard wondered where Liara had gone, she soon got her answer when a warm, wet pointed sensation made its way from the bottom of her spine up to her neck. Ferik shuddered hard, goosebumps prickling on her skin from the cool breeze contrasting Liara's tongue.
"At...at least make the water hot."
She could -hear- the grin from the asari as hands made their way up her abdomen. "EDI?"
There was a pause. "Yes, Dr. T'soni? I was under the impression that you and Commander Shepard were to be left alone: Dr. Chakwas' orders."
"Liara..." Ferik warned under her breath. Liara's response was to slide callused fingers along her nipples, making her bite back a groan.
"EDI, could you warm up the water for us? It seems to be a bit cold." The asari's voice was pure innocence. Shepard attempted to shift into a more stable position while Liara was distracted; she was rewarded by a slender blue leg snaking between her own and pressing upwards. The Spectre bit her lip, forehead pushing against the tiled wall as she tried to keep her head.
Steam began rising from the floor near them. "Will you be needing anything else, Dr. T'soni?"
Ferik felt Liara's breasts press into her back as her lover pinned her against the wall. Hands braced against hers before that leg widened Shepard's legs just a bit more so that her knee could rise up and rub enticingly. An involuntary shudder rippled through the Spectre's body as warm breath floated across her ear.
"Will we be needing anything else, Commander?" The sultry purr into her ear combined with a shift in weight on the leg in between her thighs had Ferik not quite able to suppress that low moan. "Perhaps a camera for private viewing later?"
"Nnnn..." Forming words was getting harder, but the way her back tensed at the thought of being recorded told the asari all she needed to know. "That will be all, EDI. Please resume privacy mode."
"Resuming."
Liara kissed just behind Ferik's ear before sliding off of her slowly. Shepard was panting softly.
"You...are evil," Ferik managed, shooting the information broker a glare from under her captive arms. The asari just laughed as she picked up the soap and moved back to where Ferik was held in place, arms encircling her waist.
"Not evil. Just...manipulative at times." A swift nip to the side of her neck had Shepard's toes curling. "Besides, it's hard not to toy with you when you're so...vulnerable like that."
"You used to be nice." Ferik stuck her tongue out, and suddenly Liara was between her and the wall; apparently the asari had gotten faster in two years as well. "Stick out your tongue again and I'll put it to good use," she promised.
Shepard knew better than to test that assumption at this point. Instead, she just gave Liara a no-nonsense look. Hard to do when you were chained to a wall with biotics and trying to keep control against a wave of desire that wanted you to do nothing more than have the blue-skinned woman in front of you making tracks down your back and screaming your name. Besides, there was still the matter of why Liara had shown up so suddenly in her quarters.
"Alright, alright, I give. You win. What's got you being kinky?" Shepard tried to blow a piece of wet hair out of her eyes and failed miserably. "Also, what are you doing here?" Her eyes traveled down Liara's nude form appreciatively. "Not that I'm complaining, mind you."
The asari smiled, stroking back the offending bit of hair from Ferik's face. "For one, waking you up. I think I've gotten the sedative out of your system at this point."
"Sedat-..." Ferik blinked softly, then swore. "I -knew- that food tasted a bit off. I'm going to have a talk with Chakwas and Gardner later about this."
"Don't blame them. They were worried about you. They even sent me a message and flew the Normandy over here in an effort to help you."
Shepard's eyebrow rose. "That does make sense, but...how is pinning me to the wall helping me again? You've lost me on that part."
"I don't see you fighting your inner demons right now, do you?" Liara gave her a large grin. Shepard just grumbled.
"Are you going to tease me all night and leave me wound up with nowhere to go?"
The asari leaned in, gently pressing her lips to Ferik's. "No. But you had expressed a worry with being dirty, and I plan to get you clean." Her eyes flickered with a bit of concern; it was only for a moment, but Shepard didn't miss it.
"Something else is on your mind." Her libido was still tuned, but without the constant teasing it was starting to ebb to more controllable levels.
Liara chewed her lower lip. "I...came across some information while I was digging through the databases. Some things I wanted to speak to you about." Another flicker of worry. "I could learn them through melding, but..."
"But you wanted to hear them out of my mouth rather than dig them out of my mind." Ferik finished her thought for her. The asari simply nodded.
Shepard looked into her eyes for a moment, then leaned forward, pressing her forehead against Liara's. "No secrets."
"No secrets," Liara echoed, kissing her once more before moving to shift the angle of water. The droplets playing across Shepard's back brought a soft sigh to her lips, heat starting to penetrate through to the sore muscles.
"I promise not to break the biotics if you promise not to tease me to the point of distraction." That got a chuckle from the asari. "Deal."
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