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“I can’t believe you even have to think about it.”
“You’re asking me to decide, so I must think about all possible outcomes and the consequences that may occur because of my decision.”
“Let me simplify it for you, it’s either your bondmate, you know the other part of your soul, the person who punched a Yahg into his ugly face for you or this damned heated blanket.”
Her eyebrow rose sharply as only silence answered her and she growled, muttering as she extracted herself from the torture device. Sweat bead down her face, strands of her hair sticking to the base of her neck. She sat up, but before she could make her escape, blue arms wrapped around her waist firmly and a body latched onto hers.
“I was only joking.” She shivered, sighed at the pleasantly cool nose nuzzling into the crook of her neck. “Who would have thought the great Commander Shepard would pout over a blanket.”
“It’s actually the Saviour of the known Galaxy, if you please.” Shepard replied haughtily, closing her eyes when the husky chuckle against her bare shoulder left goosebumps in its wake. “And this thing is evil.” She hissed petulantly, concentrating on her bondmate’s embrace, not letting her thoughts stray. “First, I’m ordered out of my clothes, then I’m used as a body pillow and now I’m being cooked alive also while trying to sleep.”
“Such hardship.” Liara teased and even without looking over her shoulder, Shepard heard the smile in her voice, sensed the amusement trickling at the edges of her mind as Liara pressed a kiss against her neck. Hands playfully trailed down her sides, fingers tracing over her abdominal muscles until they came to rest tantalizing over the sensitive strip of skin over her hipbones. “And I thought I was supposed to be the one with the moods.”
“This is not a mood, it’s the matter of my continued survival.” Shepard grumbled, catching the hand caressing the sharp lines of her muscles and feathered a kiss against Liara’s inner wrist.
She smiled gently when Liara nuzzled deeper into her in response, leaving no space between them. Even with their bare skin touching, Liara’s heartbeat against her back, both yearned to be closer, a want which was only quenched when they truly became one.
Liara settled into her very being like a cat, padding into her consciousness with confidence, a flare of entitlement, curling up in their shared eternity, lazily basking in the sun of their love.
There was no sudden jolt or jerk, their bond through the meld only expanding, deepening until every thought, emotion, sensation was shared, the restrictions of their bodies ceased to exist.
The familiarity filled her with pleasure beyond compare though she remembered fondly the first few non knowledge melds they shared. Liara switching between nervously remaining at the edges of her consciousness like a skittish kitten, both from inexperience and shyness to crashing into her like a wave, like a leap into her arms, brash and unafraid, stripped of any self-consciousness when enthusiasm and curiosity overcame her, the need to know and be known eclipsing anything else.
Even after their years together, for Liara to offer herself so completely, entrusting her very soul to her, was like taking a bite of the forbidden fruit, something so precious- Shepard couldn’t put the emotions it invoked into words. But to be allowed to simply be, to get to dwell in their bond, to truly build a future together. With no obligations or battles in sight. She cherished every second, thanked every deity for the chance.
“Come on.” She murmured when Liara’s presence grew fuzzy with tiredness.
Getting rid of the offending blanket, she turned around in her bondmate’s arms, getting them back into the position they had fallen asleep in, with her on her back and Liara pressed as closely into her side as she could be. Head resting on Shepard’s shoulder, an arm flung over her chest, palm resting over her heart and a leg between both of hers. The slighter cooler skin on her own pure bliss, yet Liara shivered, so she grabbed around for the normal blanket and wrapped up her bondmate tightly in it.
Another kiss was pressed against her throat, pure adoration flaring through the link, and she pressed a kiss on the top of Liara’s crest. One hand reached out to gently stroke the ridges and folds of Liara’s neck, who melted impossibly closer to her while the other found its way under the blanket. Onto smooth yet textured scales, a protruding little swell. She spread her fingers, cupping it, and couldn’t help the swell of pride, love, and excitement fluttering in her heart.
“Hmm, contrary to her father, she’s sleeping.” Liara grumbled, even as she projected only contentment and adoration.
Shepard held her breath when Liara beckoned her deeper into the meld until she felt the tiny presence safely tucked away.
The little star they had created in the universe of their eternity, glowing warm and gentle. Shepard inhaled deeply, remembering the meditations Liara had led her through and held herself at a distance.
It was too early to share any distinct thoughts, or pictures, or any complexer concepts other than simple emotions. She only sent a feather-like caress of her love through the meld and even asleep, there was the vaguest impression of love being sent back. Shepard could have remained forever but pulled back gently from the presence, neither wishing to wake her, nor to overwhelm.
“Time to follow our little’s beans example.” Shepard pressed another kiss against Liara’s crest, starting slightly at the sting of teeth against her throat.
“Not a bean.”
“Our little blueberry.” Her answer was another nip, and she chuckled before conceding for now. “Our little archeologist.”
The nickname sparked a memory and a flood of embarrassment and shyness from her bondmate as it formed in the meld.
A much younger Liara sat in a pit, in her little, more brown than blue, hands a spade and a big brush. Streaks of dust and dirt covered her face, cheeks flushed from heat. Around her carefully laid out in a circle, were more tools, a shovel, more brushes and a bucket. She opened her mouth but said nothing, a caught, guilty expression on her face. Light blue eyes wide but not as wide as the other nearly identical pair looking down at her.
Her mother - in her white flowing robes and matching headdress, standing here in the gardens instead of the conclave, which she should still be attending. But as Liara looked up and noticed the waning sun, perhaps she had lost the feeling of time a little- stared open-mouthed down at her. Her trusted Captain Lidisstea, standing to her right, slightly behind, wore a matching expression on her face. And Liara suddenly remembered thinking she had found something and followed it and-
Her eyes flickered to her mother’s prized roses, looking a lot worse for wear, half dug out, petals littering the ground and covered in dirt and-
“By the goddess Liara, what possessed you to-” Her mother trailed off and Liara could not even think of an occasion in which her mother had ever been speechless.
She had the inkling she might be in trouble, yet her mother always listened to reason, to logic and she had arguments. “The manor, it has been in our family for millennial and Professor Zerael wrote that most finds of our ancestors are found through construction sites, so our history is buried right beneath our feet and with our grounds so old-” She rambled quickly only falling silent when her mother rose a hand, grasping the bridge of her nose with the other, looking ruffled.
“So you thought digging out my roses-”
“I’m excavating.” Liara interrupted, blushing a deeper violet under her mother’s gaze, growing smaller and yet digging was something animals did. It sounded so childish and she couldn’t help adding. “It’s in the name of science.” Sudden righteousness burned in her chest. Her mother’s flowers had been accidental, yet necessary casualties in the pursuit of knowledge, in the search of higher understanding.
It was enough for her to raise her chin in defiance, to not shrink back. Silence reigned as mother and daughter stared at each other until a near silent exhale, a light chuckle, quickly drew both their gazes to the Captain, who’s shoulders shook with barely concealed mirth.
Her mother sighed, offering her a hand. Face weary and yet her lips quirked up into a smile dripping with love. “We will talk about you eluding your tutor and the commandos later. For now, Little Wing, it’s time to clean up before we eat.”
Liara unthinkingly let herself be pulled up, glancing at her excavation site with longing but couldn’t deny her hunger as her stomach growled. When she brushed against her mother, she gasped, remembering the state of herself too late, leaving dirt on her pristine white dress. She immediately jerked back, but her mother didn’t let her go far. Not even sparing her dress a glance, she pulled Liara into her side, one hand cupping her cheek and rubbing dust from it before she softly ran it over her crest. “You can tell me more about your-” Her mother paused, sending one last look at her flowers. “Excavation while we eat.”
Liara brightened, bouncing in her steps, warmth infusing her whole body, and rambled on long before they even made it back to the house.
Shepard chuckled lightly, adoring the glimpse of a much younger Liara and her mother. Every time she thought she couldn’t love her more, Liara readily proved her wrong. It was adorable to see the spark of curiosity, the passion in her bondmate even so young.
“No wonder your mother took you to the park for your following excavations. She looked nearly heartbroken about her flowers.”
It took a second to realise their meld had weakened, no distinct impressions being shared, and she glanced down to see Liara’s face smoothed out, eyes closed, having drifted off.
*
Shepard followed Liara with her eyes as she prowled the perimeter, her skin crackling with the hint of biotics while critically considering their surroundings, as it had become routine. She moved smoothly like a huntress, or rather paced like an agitated big cat around the grounds, her instincts on high alert. Not the least soothed by the stone walls encompassing the property or their costly security system and other defense measures.
She closed her eyes, leaving her bondmate to it, rolling her neck and tilting her head to catch some sun, knowing her freckles would have multiplied by the time they went back inside. Shepard had grown accustomed over the months to the taste of salt in the air, the honeyed scent of the irssals blossoming around the garden mixed with the sharper scent of eezo.
She exhaled deeply, eyes only fluttering open when the light steps of her bondmate drew closer a while later. Shepard simply opened her arms for Liara to step into an invitation immediately taken.
“Hmm.” Shepard breathed in deeply, smelling the irssals and the eezo even on the asari, mixed with something so unique to Liara. “And, are we safe for now?”
Liara muttered something into her shoulder before creating the tiniest distance between them. “It’s natural.” She defended, not meeting her gaze.
“I know, I’m not teasing, I promise.” Shepard smiled, cupping her cheek, stroking over Liara’s freckles with her thumb. “And with our luck it certainly doesn’t hurt to check.”
Even the slightest mention of any danger was enough for Liara to growl. Her biotics flared brightly and the redhead’s skin tingled not pleasantly like most times when they touched her but got a nasty jolt which had her own biotics flare reflexively.
“Easy.” She soothed, pressing a kiss against Liara’s temple. “No one is going to come here. And I don’t think there is anyone suicidal enough to risk a confrontation with an amped up and hormonal Shadow Broker.” She joked, thumb tracing over the crinkle of Liara’s frown, before tipping her chin up gently to capture her lips in a kiss.
Her distraction worked well enough on both of them as she got lost in the familiar taste, the warmth. They kissed with no urgency, their lips barely leaving the other to breathe before meeting again. Biotics flared without sting this time, instead tingled against bare skin.
“You know, it’s adorable.” She whispered against Liara’s lips, swallowing her little huff, heart dripping with fondness when the asari crinkled her nose at the notion.
“I’m not adorable. We are biologically programmed to preserve our species, to protect our young. This goes as far back as to a time we still lived in tribes. While we are a communal species, the capability to either sire or birth children leaves us vulnerable, adding not having the assurance of a reliable mate, the protective instincts of a mother are a natural evolution as well as the need to lay claim to territory, to secure resources but also for defense matters-”
“Yeah, pretty helpful if you can punch one of your overgrown biotic predators right into the next era, but I’m calling bullshit on the last part, Dr. T’Soni. Need I remind you that even Javik noticed your pheromones clinging to me in the middle of a war where we sparingly had time together. And don’t even get me started on your behaviour with Specialist Traynor.” Shepard pulled back, quirking a brow.
Liara bit her lip, blinking innocently up at her through her lashes. “I wouldn’t know what you are talking about, Commander.”
Shepard rolled her eyes and rubbed their noses together, relishing in their closeness. “I see, you’re lucky to be so cute.” She placed a kiss on the tip of Liara’s nose, grinning when her bondmate’s hands like so often disappeared in her hair, playing with the baby hairs on the back of her neck. “And irresistible, seeing you so primed for a fight. The heat in your gaze alone-” Shepard didn’t finish before Liara pulled her down into a kiss, licking deeply into her mouth as she moaned, pressing up against her needily.
Liara’s eyes flared black, their consciousnesses entangling without hesitation. A spike of heat sparked like electricity between them. As Liara’s arms wrapped around her shoulder, fingers burrowing deeper into her hair, Shepard easily picked Liara up.
Groaning when legs wrapped around her waist tightly, the desire echoing between them so strong, her knees threatened to give in. Liara already, despite their clothes, rocked against her abdomen, her heat bleeding through the shirt, and Shepard used the last shreds of her control to quickly make their way back into the estate.
*
“And here is your extra serving eezo, enjoy.” Shepard pressed a kiss against Liara’s crest, restraining herself from reaching out and following those bare long legs with more than just her gaze.
Instead, she grabbed her own plate and sat down opposite of her bondmate. Immediately digging in. Home cooked food still felt like a guilty pleasure even after months of not serving on a ship anymore and she couldn’t help but sigh at the fresh taste. Not missing eating stale rations at the slightest.
Her eyes flickered back up to her bondmate when she didn’t hear cutlery clatter, only to find a slight pout and eyes resting on Shepard’s food instead of her own. Their gazes met before Shepard could quickly look away, already knowing what’s coming.
“Shepard.” Her tone was soft, inviting and a foot teasingly brushed over her calf, sending her heart racing even through her sweats.
“Liara.” She offered simply, not wanting to engage, quickly shoving another fork full of food in her mouth.
“Shepard.” Liara focused on her like a predator on its prey, gaze dark and narrowed, her brow markings furrowed together and she sighed.
“You need to meet your eezo needs. With the pregnancy causing the increase of your biotics-”
“It all tastes the same, I don’t want it.” Her eyes returned to Shepard’s food. “You can’t stand it either or you wouldn’t eat something different.” Liara ended petulantly, nudging her own plate away from her.
“While I’m a biotic, some of us are not keen on going into an eezo shock. Besides, it’s not part of my dietary needs, T’Soni.”
“Dietary needs.” Liara mimicked her with a deep frown before her eyes went back to Shepard’s, expression shifting. Her pout intensified, her light blue eyes wide and begging, something that could only be described as puppy dog eyes. “Share?” She held up her fork, tilted her head to the side.
But Shepard resisted, barely, and pulled her plate closer to herself, shaking her head. “No.”
“Shepard.”
“No, we both know how this will end. And we don’t even know if spicy food is safe to consume for an asari while pregnant. You have eezo which is sharp and stings but most of your food, even the savory ones, are much sweeter than those of different species and you always get stomach aches afterwards and whine.”
“Do not.” Liara’s nostrils flared, and she indignantly straightened in her seat, channelling her inner Matriarch until she suddenly was back to being the epitome of grace and composure.
Shepard’s eyes briefly flickered down to where her shirt rode up, baring more of Liara’s inner thigh. Losing her train of thought for a second. “Do to.”
“Do not.”
“Do-”
“Shepard.” Liara warned, voice assertive while her eyes pinned her. The blue of her biotics cast her face into severe shadows even as her leg under the table hooked around Shepard’s.
“Fine.” Shepard deflated, pushing her plate to Liara. “But I don’t want to hear any complaints and I’m not rubbing your belly.”
Liara had already dug in, cheeks bulging like those of a squirrel, yet still managed to raise one of her brow markings, smartly. Cleary calling Shepard’s bluff and the redhead just sighed, propping her chin up on her palm. Watching with a small smile as Liara happily swung her feet, wiggling in her seat while digging into the noodles.
Shepard intertwined their hands together, when Liara reached with her free hand for her, resting them in the middle of the table between them.
*
She hummed, mind fuzzy as she sleepily blinked her eyes open, leaning her head into the gentle caress. Fingers carded through her hair, she blinked some more before wrapping her arms around the body on top of hers.
“I need a cut.” She murmured, looking at Liara who laid on top of her, chin resting on her free hand, their legs intertwined.
“Or you could let it grow.” Liara suggested lowly, softly stroking with the back of her hand Shepard’s cheek before it disappeared again in her hair.
“In a fight-”
“If I have anything to say about it, there won’t be any fights, anytime soon.” Liara interrupted her, eyes intent, a shadow hushing over them as the asari tensed above her.
Shepard swallowed, her hair had never been longer than shoulder length and even then she mostly kept it in a ponytail through all her years of service.
Though Liara even before they were in an ‘official’ relationship, Liara called it their courtship, had used any excuse to lay hands on her hair and let it down.
Still hard to imagine, hard to believe there wasn’t a next battle waiting just around the corner. She hummed again, hand lightly trailing over the top of Liara’s crest, following the silver speckles to the arch before settling on her neck folds, massaging them softly.
Her insides all gooey when Liara practically purred, the sound vibrating through their intertwined bodies. “I guess, if the love of my life, my north star in the night sky, the sun around which my world gravitates-”
Liara’s blissfully closed eyes didn’t even open as she dug not all too gently with her chin into Shepard’s sternum and yet her cheeks blushed into the loveliest shade of violet.
“I just hope our peanut won’t have your fascination with it. I can just imagine little chubby blue hands tangled in my hair or worse, pulling it.”
Heavy eyelids shuttered open and Liara smirked, flashing her pearly white teeth before she nipped at Shepard’s bare stomach in admonishment. “If she inherits your manners.”
“Our little dumpling will get into enough trouble without it when she inevitably inherits your curiosity.” Another nip. “I think pregnancy made you really bitey. I remember a time where you chose to use your words over violence.” She dramatically sighed, muscles jumping when teeth found purchase in her flesh once more, swallowing a whimper as a gentle tongue eased the sting.
“Mhm, I can see how much it bothers you.” Blue eyes had darkened significantly as hands wandered over bare skin.
Shepard shrugged noncommittally, a lopsided grin on her face. She stretched best she could with Liara on top of her, letting out a low groan when her spine popped. Glancing at her omni-tool, she muttered. “So much for getting work done.”
“I think we earned some rest.”
“You perhaps, you’re pregnant, which is exhausting, but after doing nothing much at all, I shouldn’t. I’m gonna get so fat.” She patted her stomach exaggeratedly.
“Hmm, humans have a phenomenon, don’t they?” Liara traced the hard lines of her abs, absently. “Sympathy weight? I believe scientists have proven that the fathers of your species gain weight while their mate is pregnant.”
“But normally it’s only a problem for human males.” Shepard huffed, adding. “And I think you would dearly miss my muscles if I gained thirty pounds.”
“Your body is only the vessel of everything I love about you, even so it’s true I do enjoy it.” Liara pressed a kiss against her stomach, lips curling into a smile. “But I believe it won’t be a problem after all, you still go on your morning runs.”
“You mean when I resist your attempts to keep me in bed.”
“Even then, I believe you get your workout in as humans say.” Liara grinned proudly, both of them laughing when their eyes met.
“Point made.” They laid in silence for a while, Liara initiating a meld and they just existed together as one, their souls intertwined, uncaring of the passing of time.
Shepard’s hand found Liara’s belly, attracted like a magnet. The scales there were slightly rougher, pebbled, and warmer than the rest of Liara’s body.
In contrast to human biotics, who ran even hotter than regular humans, asari had a lower core temperature, remains of their aquatic ancestry. Both led them to seek heat, similar to whales migrating to warmer waters when pregnant, even in Thessia’s tropical temperatures.
The bump was taut, yet much smaller than a human’s despite being ten months pregnant already. Asari as a species naturally carried smaller than human females, despite having a gestation period of thirteen months.
Liara adjusted on top of her, leaning more to her side, giving Shepard’s hands more room to explore, warmth and love threatening to overwhelm the both of them. “Any plans on telling your father yet?”
“I don’t see why we have to.” The asari grumbled, annoyance flashing through their bond. “Especially after how she reacted to us being bonded.”
“We both know she was just worried it was for the wrong reasons and she’s going to be a grandfather after all.” Shepard offered simply, even as she envisioned Aethyta trying to warp her into the next century or all the remarks they would have to endure. “And I don’t know how much longer it will be inconspicuous for me to be not only present for all your holo-calls but for you to hide mostly behind me.”
“It worked until now. Aethtya has the time of her life teasing me for being clingy.” Liara huffed, sounding affronted by the suggestion alone, as if not all her limbs had found their way around Shepard, with her resting on top, or considering how they were still joined in the meld.
The redhead couldn’t stop the snort, remembering all the old human movies about alien invasions or fighting aliens, the biggest fear having a tentacle monster latching onto you, and laughed. Even louder when she felt Liara’s curiosity as she followed her thoughts, only to roll her eyes, poking her ribs in mock affront.
“They are not tentacles and I’m not clingy.” Liara’s lower lip jutted out as she looked away from her.
“You’re right.” Shepard cupped her cheek, thumb tracing over Liara’s bottom lip. “Clinginess has a negative connotation, implying it's bad or unwanted, which is not the case for us.” The redhead smiled down at her bondmate, taking in her scent, their proximity. “I want you close. I want to spend time with you and I think we have sacrificed enough of it for the galaxy as it is. And it’s not like we are gonna spend the rest of our lives together like hermits, never to be seen again.”
“We are not?” Liara’s nose crinkled, the pout reappearing even if it was only for show. “It would be easy for a single ship to get lost up there, to find someplace very far away-” Her bondmate trailed off, covering the hand on her cheek.
“As if.” Shepard repressed the memory of that time, the hidden desperation in both their voices, in their hearts, the thought of never getting to be so close to each other again, yet such simple words while heartbreaking in their impossibility, had strengthened her resolve. “If it’s not Aethtya or the Alliance hunting us down, it’s gonna be Wrex, you know you’re his favourite.”
“And what about Tali? Or Miranda? Or Jack? Or Grunt, there is a long list of people who would hunt you down to the edge of the universe.” Liara raised a brow marking, exhaling soundly. “So much for disappearing.” She grasped the bridge of her nose.
“I don’t know who will be more insufferable my father or Wrex, goddess they are going to teach her how to headbutt people, go into a bloodrage, fight a thresher maw-” Liara trailed off before glancing up at Shepard. “We are never going to tell them and they won’t be allowed anywhere near our daughter.”
“Yeah, I mean I’m the one who has experience raising a krogan, so if anyone is teaching her how to headbutt people, it’s me. Charging into an enemy, using a shotgun and when she’s a few months old and feels her first aggressions, we can go to Tuchanka, do the Rite of Passage, kill a Thresher Maw, join Clan Urdnot so she can then become a true Krogan Battlemaster like her father.” Shepard grinned cheekily, sending images through the link.
“I just decided to never leave you alone with our daughter and especially not out of the house unsupervised.”
“What? I did a great job parenting Grunt. He is a respected member of Clan Urdnot, leader of Aralakh Company, hell he is reading Hamlet at the moment and the book about dinosaurs you gave him. He turned out great. Brave, strong, capable of using his head for something else besides headbutts.”
“He only reads Shakespeare because most of them include violence and he is a tank bred krogan, not your asari daughter.”
“So we wait with the Thresher Maws until she is what, forty?” Shepard tapped her chin, feeling Liara’s emotions flip between amusement and protectiveness despite knowing she was joking.
“She will be nothing more than a baby by then.”
“Didn’t you go to university at forty?”
“Forty-two and many, including my mother, believed me far too young. I was the youngest asari to ever attend Serrice University.”
“Enough Asari think you are too young to be a doctor, a war hero, bonded and pregnant at 109 too.” Shepard argued in jest, leaning down to press a kiss against Liara’s forehead. “But I see your point, so no Thresher Maws until she’s a hundred and no dating until she is 800 and I have joined the big galactic soup.”
Liara pinched her side, not liking any mention of Shepard’s death, even with the implants giving them a lot more time together. “800? That’s outrageous. We should at least forbid her from dating until she reaches a millennium.”
“I like the way you think, T’Soni.” She hummed in approval when Liara sat up, straddling her hips, and leant down to share a heated kiss.
“I know.” Liara whispered against her lips. “Even if our daughter is going to probably hate us for that.”
“Impossible. There is no way anyone, especially Mini T’Soni could ever hate you.” Shepard nudged their noses together afterwards, capturing Liara’s lips once more.
“Even if I feel the tiniest bit sorry for her, having the shadow broker and a spectre as a parent and a whole gaggle of overprotective uncles and aunts.”
“Part-time Shadow Broker and then let’s hope she doesn’t inherit your stubbornness.”
“It’s called determination and I think I’m not the only one who could be called that.” Shepard defended herself, adding. “And I think you are the one responsible for choosing the most desirable traits of mine, what did you call it prime genetic material?” She wiggled her brows, Liara leaning down to eagerly taste her cocky smile. “Little Benezia is going to be a handful, isn’t she?”
Liara hummed thoughtfully for a moment, head tilted to the side before glancing down at Shepard. “She is our daughter, she’ll be something special.”
“That’s just trying to embellish the point that she’s gonna be a headache.”
“I survived you.” Liara answered, smirking, squealing when Shepard flipped them, hands on either side of the asari to support her weight.
“Survived me, huh? I was not the one going toe to toe with the most wanted criminal in the galaxy.” Shepard whispered against Liara’s cheek, kissing down a path to her chin, nibbling softly at her jaw.
No, just the one who engaged in a fistfight with him. Liara sent through their link as she gasped for air after Shepard sucked at her pulse point, her breath fanning over the sensitive folds of her neck.
Not stopping for long, instead kissing her way down until she was face to face with Liara’s bump. She lightly traced it before placing one kiss in the middle of it, to the side, following the swell downwards, kissing every inch of it gently. Liara looked down at her intently, her fingers raking through Shepard’s red mane.
When their gazes met, Shepard solemnly stated. “We need more alcohol if we are trying to get through this with our sanity intact.”
“Indeed.” Liara smirked, light blue eyes gleaming with mischief before they turned back to black. “After all, I intend to hold you to your promise.”
The redhead tilted her head questionly, slightly sitting up.
Marriage, old age and a lot of little blue children. Her voice echoed through their link and Shepard’s eyes widened a little at the image accompanying it. A hoard of perfect little blue asari, sharing only one distinct feature, their green eyes.
“That’s a lot of little blues.” Shepard offered breathlessly, heart pounding in her chest.
“Are you not up for it, Commander?” Liara lifted a brow marking inquiringly, her voice a low purr.
As if their link did not offer her answer enough. Her seduction was interrupted by her own squeal when Shepard carefully pounced on her a moment later, covering her face in kisses through her giggling before capturing her lips in a demanding kiss.
“Oh, don’t worry, Doctor, I’m up for it.”