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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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The next time Liara's hands slid along her skin, it left suds in its wake. The touch still had Ferik arching into it, but it was a gentler sensation, not a desire that burned away her consciousness. Though, Shepard had to admit, feeling those hands working their way up her legs was definitely waking up her nerves.

"What did you want to know?" The Spectre glanced over her shoulder as Liara's hands moved over her breasts, soaping them up thoroughly. There were a few teasing passes over her nipples, but the asari was being nice.

"Just a few rumors that came through the line." Liara smiled softly, hands sliding down Shepard's sides and over her hips. "You know, the kind that can be blown out of proportion. I've seen everything from you beating a krogan in an arm-wrestling competition to surviving an encounter with an Ardat-Yakshi." She shook her head and chuckled, starting to massage the Spectre's back. "Some people have too much imagination."

"That last one wasn't imagined." Ferik's voice was soft, but it didn't go unheard.

The asari's hands paused in their ministrations. "...what did you say?"

Shepard cleared her throat, eyes now fixed on the wall. "The encounter with the Ardat-Yakshi wasn't just an idle rumor. That actually happened."

Before Ferik knew what was happening, the biotics had disappeared from her wrists and she had been spun to face Liara, the asari's eyes now wide. "...Shepard, please tell me you're joking."

The Spectre forced herself to look her lover in the eyes, though she was starting to have a sinking feeling in her gut. "I wouldn't joke about this kind of thing, Liara."

"You..." Liara let go of her, starting to pace in the shower. "Shepard, I knew you stuck your neck out a lot, but an -Ardat-Yakshi-? Were you trying to get killed? Do you know what they can do? What made you decide to get involved?"

"I...owed someone a favor." It wasn't a good reason, and Shepard knew it. Seeing the ripple of biotics across her lover's skin meant that the asari was starting to unconsciously build up a charge: not something that boded well for the Spectre.

"Who? Who made you go after an Ardat-Yakshi? I swear, Ferik, when I find them..."

Ferik sighed softly, eyes starting to study the tile at her feet. "If you want to go talk to her, Samara's on the third deck of the ship in the starboard observation room. She's the resident asari justicar and probably meditating right about now."

"Justicar or not, what made her think..." Liara stopped pacing and turned to face her, brows furrowing. "Were you hurt? Did she use biotics on you? I've heard stories..." Concerned hands began poking and prodding every inch of her.

"Samara was hunting her daughter, Morinth. She got a tip where Morinth might be, but she needed a way to draw her out of hiding. If Samara showed up, Morinth would run and she'd lose her for another hundred years or so." Shepard closed her eyes in anticipation; she could sense what would happen next. Liara was far from stupid.

"..." Sure enough, once the wheels clicked Ferik felt herself almost slammed against the wall, Liara's hands digging into her shoulders hard enough to make her wince. "You...you were..." The frustration and anger in the asari's voice was making it hard for her to speak. "You were BAIT? I should...I should..."

Shepard opened one eye to survey the damage. Liara was -not- happy. The blue glow that had been content to just ripple along her skin now hummed around her like a swarm of angry bees just waiting to be unleashed.

"Samara didn't make me go, Liara. I volunteered."

"You...volunteered...to be bait. For an Ardat-Yakshi." Liara's voice had gone quiet. Dangerously quiet.

"I never said it was a -good- plan."

"Plan? You call making yourself bait for an Ardat-Yakshi a good plan? Hell, Shepard, why don't you just go waltzing nude into a Thresher Maw nest, it'd be safer!" Ferik cringed, the jab hitting a bit too close to home for her after the past few weeks. The asari released her immediately and took a few steps back, giving the Spectre room to breathe.

"Goddess, I..." Liara shook her head, eyes wide as she stared at her lover. "Shepard..." Her mouth worked for a few moments, biotics roiling around her nude form before finally coming to a head with the frustration and anger warring inside her.

Her fist slammed into the opposite wall, leaving a rather sizable hole in the tiling as the biotics punched through to the other side and a bit beyond before the blue glow surrounding her flickered and faded. The warning cry of a siren sounded for a few moments below them before Joker's voice came on the intercom.

"What the hell are you two doing up there? Here I am, minding my own business, and next thing I know EDI's telling me we've got a direct hit on the bulkhead that came from inside the ship! Are you two fighting or -" The pilot's voice trailed off into silence, and Shepard and Liara both stared at the ceiling in dismay as they realized that EDI must have accessed a few cameras to explain to him the situation.

There were a few long moments before the sound of a cough and a hastily cleared throat. "I...see. Um. Huh." Joker paused. "Try not to damage the bulkhead too much, uh, during your...activities. Yeah. I'll...leave you two to it. And dammit, EDI, shut off the feed!"

Liara's eyes found Shepard's, the frustration that had been in those blue orbs now replaced with embarrassment. "I...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

The Spectre closed the distance between them, laying a hand on her arm. "No. You're right to be upset; it was a stupid plan. Especially when I had to go along with it to the point of being invited to her apartment alone and accepting the invitation."

The asari's eyes narrowed, a spark starting to rekindle within them. "Ferik, am I going to have to get agents to follow you just to make sure you don't get into trouble?"

"It all worked out." Shepard offered a sheepish smile, fingers lightly squeezing Liara's bicep. "Apparently I can resist an Ardat-Yakshi."

Liara's brow furrowed as she processed this new information, the fire in her eyes replaced by a bit of confusion. "...you..."

"Resisted an Ardat-Yakshi? Yes." Ferik met her gaze. "I won't lie to you and say that part of me didn't want to be her slave, that part of me didn't find her incredibly attractive."

"Then how did you..." A single finger laid across Liara's lip interrupted the rest of her thought as Shepard leaned in close, looking into her eyes.

"She wanted me to tell her that I wanted her. That I would do anything for her. That I would kill for her." Ferik shook her head. "But I wasn't hers to control."

"Ferik, what do you..."

"The only person who has that kind of control over me is you, Liara. Only you." The Spectre smiled softly, removing her finger from Liara's lips and stepping back, arms spreading wide. "Any other questions?"

The asari shook her head, staring at her for a long moment before finally making up her mind. One long stride had her against the human and pressing her against the wall, lips finding Ferik's with a hunger that could no longer be held at bay.

"First driving the Mako through a mass relay, now flirting with an Ardat-Yakshi. Is there anything you do that doesn't endanger your life?" The question was almost growled against her lips.

Shepard grinned softly. "Well, you and I haven't danced nude for a crowd of aroused krogan in a ship that's about to explode while Reapers bombard the fleet around us, so that's something still on the checklist. Showering used to be safe until I managed to frustrate the Shadow Broker so much that she punched a hole in my wall and almost took out part of the bulkhead."

"You deserved that," Liara muttered against her lips, fingers dancing against the small of her back before settling over her rump and squeezing. "I should teach you a lesson."

"I thought you already were," Ferik replied innocently, draping her arms about Liara's waist. "Patience, wasn't it?"

"Bah." The asari kissed her neck lightly before moving down to tweak her nipples. "Like you'd ever learn."

"I might." Ferik grinned. "I could surprise you."

"Or you'll turn me into a matriarch 500 years before my time." Liara gave her a look before leaning in to suckle on a breast. The Spectre closed her eyes and let the wall take most of her weight while her lover's tongue danced about her nipple.

"You'd still look amazing."

A soft bite to her breast made her yelp in surprise, eyes flying open to meet those deep pools. They had been joking, but the look in Liara's eyes made her heart beat just a bit faster. Even without the teasing, beyond the desire, there was something that the asari and she shared that words in a thousand languages had tried and failed to describe since the beginning of time. Her hands sought Liara's instinctively, fingers interlacing for a few moments.

"Stay with me," Liara murmured softly, holding Ferik's gaze for a long moment before kissing a trail downwards. Her nose pressed against Shepard's stomach as she waited for a reply.

"Wasn't planning on leaving." Shepard managed, fingers stroking along the asari's crest. "You'd drag me back in a heartbeat anyway."

"Damn right I would." Another bite, just below the bellybutton, and a hint of mischief in Liara's gaze. The asari had become much more bold in the years following Ferik's death, and Shepard had a feeling that she was about to find out just how much she had been missed.

Fingers curled around her inner thighs, easing them open before warm breath brushed against her lower lips. Ferik exhaled shakily, seeking purchase on the slick wall behind her. Why hadn't they installed hand holds for the showers in the Normandy?

Because they hadn't exactly planned on the captain or the crew using the showers as a means of fraternization.

A throaty chuckle came from the asari kneeling in front of her, and Shepard felt the tingling glow of biotics encasing her hands and holding her fast to the wall. Liara had apparently developed a twisted sense of humor too. Ferik started to thank her, but fingers peeled back the petals of her inner flower and she only had time to brace herself before Liara's tongue began exploring in earnest.

Shocks of pleasure pulsed up from nerves long neglected, and Shepard moaned softly, nails biting into her palms behind the biotics. She didn't know if the asari had taken any lovers in the two years she had been dead, but Liara seemed to be stroking every nerve in just the right way to make Ferik weak in the knees.

Her tongue danced across the small nub nestled beneath a bit of skin, and Shepard's toes curled, hips bucking into Liara's ministrations. She could feel pricks of pain where her nails had broken the skin of her hands, but the sting was easily lost in the ripples of pleasure curving up her spine. She tried to talk, but the only thing that came out was another soft moan.

Ferik managed to look down, fighting the urge to arch against the wall, and was rewarded by her lover's deep blue eyes looking back. Liara was obviously enjoying making her writhe, and the desire written across her face sent yet another shudder down Shepard's spine.

"Enjoying yourself?" The asari's tongue snaked out in another slow, loving lap of her sex, and the combined sensations of the look in her eyes, the sultry purr of her voice, and the warm, wet feeling of the muscle sliding along her most sensitive areas overcame the last of her strength. Shepard's knees buckled, the biotics around her hands dissipating as Liara caught her in her arms, though the combined weight of the two sent them to the floor, Shepard on top.

"I suppose that's a yes," the asari murmured against her ear. Shepard felt a surge of energy; she shifted against her lover, seeking out the soft blue lips with her own as her fingers danced their way from Liara's neck to the bottom of her crest. Liara gasped softly, arching against the Spectre on top of her. Another slow stroke as Ferik kissed along the tendrils sweeping back, the human's knee easily nudging azure thighs aside.

"Shepard..." Ferik pressed upwards with her leg, nipping a tendril in process, and was rewarded with a sharp gasp as the asari arched into her. She had done a bit of 'research' since coming back to life, and it looked like the vids EDI had provided her with were more accurate than she could have hoped.

"I want to hear you say it." Shepard's voice was low and breathless against her lover's ear, leg rubbing and pressing in all the right ways. Liara moaned, fingers digging into the Spectre's back.

"Say...what..."

"You know what I'm asking for." A rock of her hips against the asari's brought forth a strangled cry; Liara was starting to writhe underneath her, desperate for release as Ferik nibbled and sucked along her crest. Shepard shifted to pin Liara underneath her, preventing her from moving, and felt the tingle of biotics against her skin. A sharp bite to her tendrils, and the tingling was gone; it was difficult for biotics to be maintained without concentration, and Shepard didn't plan to give her lover the time needed.

"Nnnnn..." Liara's voice was almost a whine, fingers pressing into Shepard's back as she tried to find a way, any way for the Spectre to continue her ministrations. Being teased like this was maddening, and both of them knew it.

"Not so nice when the tables are turned, hm?" Shepard made sure her lips brushed against the tendrils again; Liara's nails dug into her skin.

"Shepard...please..." The whine had turned into outright begging, fingers kneading the back of the woman pinning her to the floor.

"Say it." A press of her knee up into the asari and a slight rub. It was calculated pressure, just enough to tease, not enough to drive her over the edge.

"Goddess, please..."

"Appreciated, but still not it..." Her lips ghosted along tendrils now as she drew back just enough to look down into Liara's eyes, a slight smirk on her lips. The asari's eyes were clouded with pleasure as she gazed up into emerald depths framed by hair the color of fire. Shepard saw the realization strike her, and the smirk widened just a bit.

"Say it, Liara, and I'll unpin you." Her tone was teasing, but there was a weight of truth in her statement too. Liara heard it as well. The asari's eyes closed as she relaxed slightly, drawing into herself.

Her voice was a quiet purr as fingers stroked back Shepard's hair, nails digging into her scalp just enough to excite. Shepard faltered just for a moment; a moment was all that was needed. Liara erupted upwards, driving her back against the wall and pinning her there. Ferik's thigh was still in between her legs, but the slow grind against it had the Spectre groaning more than the asari.

"Commander..." Her own thigh pressed up into Shepard, and now it was Ferik's turn to dig nails into her lover's back. Their eyes met, mirrored pools of desire caught in their need for one another.

"Join with me." Her voice was husky, her body pressed against Shepard's even as her hips rocked against her. It wasn't a request.

"Always.." Ferik didn't blink as Liara closed her eyes for a moment, reaching deep within herself. Even the motion of her hips stilled as the asari tapped into her powers. When her eyes opened again, they were an inky black, and as Shepard looked into those obsidian depths, she could feel the lines between herself and the asari blurring.

Her hand sought Liara's, squeezing tight, and felt both the sensation of her muscles tightening around the asari's hand and an equally strong hand tightening around hers. Their nerves were starting to echo each other. It was something that Shepard didn't think she could ever explain to anyone who had not experienced joining.

The kisses they placed along each other's bodies were softer now, but still enticing, the feeling sending nerve signals racing along in pleasure. Nipples were brushed, breasts were cupped, the world spun around them; someone's back pressed against a wall and both of them were being bathed in warm droplets as they explored each other completely.

Touch me...

Where?

Anywhere...

Here?

Yesss...

Nnn...

Don't stop.

Never.

Stay.

Always.

The pleasure was building to a crescendo as each stroke, each grind, each rub echoed itself in full. Shepard wasn't sure who was pleasuring who, wasn't sure if there were thighs or fingers or biotics involved in the thrum of her nerves building up to an impending release, and honestly, she didn't care. Muscles intertwined, heated kisses stolen, and half-coherent murmurs lost in the water rushing over them.

Mine. (Yours)

Yours. Always yours. (Mine)

Stay with me.

Here. Not yet.

Can't...

Not yet.

Please...

Hold on...

Slipping...can't...

Now.

Their bodies arched in unison as twin spires of pleasure wrapped around each other, echoing down into their cores. At some point they had moved from the wall to the floor again; neither one knew when, but they were not asari and human for the moment. There was a vague sense of Ferik and Liara, but for the most part they just -were-, coiled around each other like an ouroboros without an ending or beginning as the staccato bursts of aftershocks rippled throughout them.

They stayed like that for a little while, just listening to the sound of each other's breathing as it evened out and enjoying the feel of skin on skin contact. Ferik's lips brushed lightly against Liara's neck as she sighed softly. "I don't want to move, but I don't want to sleep on the bathroom floor either."

"Mm." Liara's fingers traced the curve of her spine. She had always enjoyed the weight of her lover pressing into her. "We could stumble our way over to your bed."

"You're assuming my muscles will last that long." Ferik kissed the side of her neck before reluctantly rolling off of her so the asari could get up. Liara smiled, getting to her feet and offering the Spectre a hand up.

"Are you saying you can't make such a short walk to the bed yourself?"

Ferik took the offered hand and attempted to get to her feet; her legs, however, were having none of it. Instead of standing, she more or less fell into the asari. Thankfully, they weren't very far away from a wall, and Liara managed to brace herself and Shepard before they went over again.

"Answer your question?"

Liara chuckled. "That it does. But I have a solution to that problem." Before Ferik could protest, the asari bent down, sliding an arm under her legs and lifting upwards. Shepard yelped slightly, arms wrapping instinctively around Liara's neck.

"What are you doing?"

"Carrying you." The asari grinned. "You did suggest it earlier."

"Mmmnf." Ferik just nuzzled into the crook of her neck, not putting up a fight as Liara carried her bridal-style across the room and laid her gently down on the bed before sliding in next to her. Shepard's eyes were already starting to feel heavy again.

"Which side do you want?" Liara murmured in her ear. Ferik's response was to wiggle her way backwards until her back was pressed against Liara's chest, then dragging the asari's hands down to her waist and lacing fingers with her. She could tell her about the dreams in the morning; it was doubtful that they'd haunt her any more tonight.

Liara shifted behind her, pulling the sheets over both of them before snuggling into Shepard. "Good night, Ferik," she murmured in the Spectre's ear, kissing just below her earlobe. The human mumbled a response, sleep already claiming its awaited victim.
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