The Shadow Broker

Better? Oh God really? You’re going to kill me if it gets any better. I will spontaneously combust or something.

She had closed her eyes just basking in the afterglow and the feeling of Liara snuggled up to her. She drew slow circles lazily across Liara’s back with her fingertips enjoying the feeling of her lover’s skin under her touch. The thoughts she were thinking and sending were slow and lazy and playful and light at the same time.

Because this was definitely the best sex I had. Ever.

It was becoming harder to open her eyes again and she could feel that Liara was sleepy too, but fought against it.

It’s all your fault. Being so bloody sexy and smart and funny and kind; and lying here in all your blue glory. How can I not be totally crazy about you?

But you’re right. There’s no rush. We have plenty of time. It was a long and eventful day. We should rest now. But don’t think I’ll forget about that plan. Next chance I get that sexy body of yours is all mine.

Turning her head she pressed more soft kisses to Liara’s forehead.

Mmm. I thought you performed most… admirably.

There was a smug, teasing lilt to the comment, and a ghost of a smirk appeared at the corners of her mouth to match it. She could feel the weariness in her muscles seeping into her mind, and grasped a little tighter at Samantha. Although she was oddly comfortable with the meld weakening, she was a little worried how Samantha would react to it.

I will see you in the dawn, then.

She had no real sense where she ended and Liara begun, sensations and emotions were floating around between them and Sam couldn’t tell where they originated. She had not felt this at peace in a very long time.

It was beyond amazing. You were … God … is it always like this?

She couldn’t stop the question, even if she wanted to. It couldn’t possibly be always this amazing and intense. All the sex she had before, and a lot of that was good sex, paled in comparison to what had just happened between Liara and her.

When Liara finally pulled out and moved off her she couldn’t stop the frustrated groan at the sudden emptiness and the missing body contact all over. Again she felt the meld flicker but it stabilized again as soon as Liara cuddled into her side.

Gently she directed Liara’s head to her shoulder, planting lazy kisses on her forehead and lightly stroking her crest.

I could never have imagined … nothing could have me prepared for this.

Her breathing had evened out too and her heartbeat was back to almost normal. She was absolute content with lying here with Liara and let time pass by.

Not always. Sometimes it is better. But usually, yes… it is like this.

She felt the faint tug of sleep at the back of her mind, but ignored it for now. At this moment, she wanted to stay here, with Samantha. She did not want to fall asleep, knowing she would wake up and find the moment had passed. But Samantha’s offer to go again made her feel even more exhausted, in all the best ways.

Instead she tried to open up more when she heard Liara call out to her in her mind, her desire to give Liara everything she was, to match that love she felt, overpowering her need to be herself.

She rocked against Liara desperately while her mind was weirdly serene. There were emotions and sensations raging through her she knew were a mixture of Liara’s and her own, they swept through her body and her mind, but at the same time she felt absolutely at peace. She felt safe; she was home.

Liara kept rocking into her as desperately as Sam was pushing against Liara’s fingers inside her. And then suddenly something gave, Sam couldn’t be sure if it was Liara or herself who started it, and it didn’t really matter, because the other one followed immediately.

It was like an explosion in her mind and her body, she arched of the cot all her muscles contracting, pushing into Liara violently once more. Her inner walls clamped down around Liara’s fingers, flooding her hand with even more wetness than before, while she felt the same happening to Liara. She could feel her release rush through her, and she mirrored Liara’s cry at the sheer power of their combined orgasm.

She sunk back down to the cot, breathing heavily her eyes closed. Liara was still buried inside her and she felt her walls twitch with little aftershocks. She felt wonderfully heavy and light at the same time, her mind simply drifting along without conscious thought surrounded by everything Liara.

That was amazing.

She managed to collect herself enough to send the thought at Samantha gently, her breath beginning to even out. With as much gentleness as she could, she pulled her fingers from Samantha, reaching out to grab the cot next to her. A low groan escaped her, already she missed the intimate contact. The groan continued as she slowly pushed herself off the specialist, spreading herself out next to Samantha on the cot.

The meld shuddered and weakened again, but she twisted and pressed herself against the human woman’s side, reestablishing the physical contact needed to preserve the meld.

But the fact that she could feel it, feel how her actions and her own arousal pushed Liara towards her release too was making everything so much more intense. They were feeding into each other’s need, feeding off each other’s growing heat and suddenly Sam couldn’t get close enough.

Closer.

Deeper.

More.

They were fleeting fragments of her desire, more like impressions, her mind too occupied with the doubled sensations of their combined arousal to form coherent thoughts.

Liara shifted again, putting more pressure behind her thrusts into her, making her rock harder against her in return. She greedily accepted the offered kiss, sucking Liara’s tongue into her mouth, holding her head in place with one of her hands still tangled in Liara’s crest. The kiss was messy and heated and frantic and it made her need for Liara to be closer grow even more.

Closer!

Samantha…

Somehow, even inside her mind, it was gasping, panting, and broken. Even her thoughts were broken by her need. Her fingers curled inside Samantha, searching for that one place, that one perfect spot. A low moan was swallowed by Samantha’s lips and she stopped rocking her hips. Instead she just began to grind against the woman’s hips and thigh in her desperation.

It was a need she wasn’t aware of; the need to feel herself and not get totally lost in someone else and yet have Liara as close as possible, to feel her all around her, inside her, loving her without judgment. She needed to be herself to regroup, to find her center again.

But conscious thought had left her as soon as Liara touched her, her mind, as brilliant and structured as it usually was, reduced to a mess of firing neurons under Liara’s skilled hands and mouth. One hand still tangled in Liara’s head crest she let her other hand glide over her back to her ass to add a little extra pressure while Liara was rocking against her thigh.

When Liara entered her she pushed up against her to take her in as deep as possible. Her breathing was ragged, laced with moans. Liara’s name on her lips like a mantra. She was so close already and yet she was torn between her need for release and the wish for this to never end.

But her body had a mind of its own in this matter, her hips rocking fast against Liara, rushing her towards her release. The pressure was building fast to a point where she thought she would explode. Liara’s arousal like pouring gasoline into the already blazing fire in her stomach.

She thrust her fingers into Samantha gently, not willing to risk hurting the human woman. But Samantha’s increasing arousal was catching, spreading through her mind and firing her own. With another soft moan she nodded, grinding the heel of her hand against Samantha’s clitoris.

Yes.

But her own feelings were more prominent now and the unknown sensations, the overwhelming smell for one, were reduced to a familiar level.

She could feel Liara’s regret, could sense that she blamed herself for getting too carried away in a, for her, familiar experience. And in an attempt to pull Liara out of that guilt she sent another thought towards her lover.

‘We’ll just have to practice more.’

The thought was playful but with more meaning behind it. There was no regret on Sam’s part, her desire for more was still burning strong, the wish to be closer to Liara and her trust in her unbroken and unchallenged.

Liara’s weight shifted and Sam flexed the muscle in her thigh pressing up into Liara’s center lightly. She could feel Liara’s arousal wet on her thigh, its consistence a little different from a Human’s. She echoed Liara’s groan as her desire to taste Liara, to experience this difference with all her senses, took root in her mind.

But then Liara was touching her, she could feel her smile at the amount of wetness she found, and all she could do was buck into that touch, arching as sparks of electricity started to spread through her whole body at that first touch.

‘Yes!’

Her fingers dug into Liara’s crest a little harder, moaning Liara’s name more loudly neither caring nor realizing that they were in a tent somewhere in the middle of the Alliance camp.

I like that idea.

She pressed another kiss to Samantha’s chest and turned her head so she could press more to the soft globe of the human’s breast. The rough drag of Samantha’s nails over her scalp made her hips rock roughly against Samantha’s thigh. A low, sweet growl echoed in her throat and she nipped at the woman’s breast, her fingers slipping down that little bit further so she could enter Samantha with two fingers gently.

She arched into Liara’s touch, moaning out her name. The gentle explorations and light scratches were sweet torture and all coherent thought left her when she let the sensation of Liara’s hands on her body overwhelm her. More sensations started to stream into her mind, things she had never felt, never smelled in this intensity. And through it all she was aware of Liara’s own growing arousal, how she too got lost in the shared feelings, sensations.

She had been emotionally raw from the day’s events even before all this new sensations started to rush in on her and now it was too much at the same time. It felt like sensatory overload and she could only react, torn between arching into Liara, bringing some distance between them and clutching at her shoulders and back almost helplessly.

Too much.

It felt like she was screaming while she wasn’t even sure if Liara would hear her.

The images Liara sent were confusing as she was not able to properly process them with everything that was happening, but they helped to steer her focus to something else and the feeling of too much ebbed away.

She raised her head pressing a soft kiss to Liara’s crest before letting it fall back down weakly, pushing up into Liara’s hand on her hip instead. She brought her hands to Liara’s head and concentrating on her own hands she was able to strengthen her grip on all the sensations even more.

She let her hands gently swipe over Liara’s head crest, exploring every frond individually, gently, in awe how they felt beneath her fingers, firm and yet soft and resilient. Changing her focus she tried to pick up how her caresses were affecting Liara, only realizing her mistake when a wave of arousal hit her totally unprepared shooting straight between her legs and making her hips buck against Liara violently.

“Goddess!” she groaned. “Liara please!”

She couldn’t articulate what she was begging for, images flashing through her head rapidly. Images of Liara’s hand between her legs alternating with images of the Asari gliding lower and burying her head between her thighs and then changing to another image of Liara’s thigh pressing against her center Sam pushing up against it. Just fractions of seconds, the blink of an eye.

She was careful to stay inside Samantha’s mind, severing the meld would only make them both ill at this point, but the effect of pulling back would slow the passions and allow her to center herself. Samantha was not Shepard, she was not used to this, and it had been careless for her to let herself get carried away. But Liara found Samantha’s mind intoxicating, oddly familiar and yet utterly foreign.

I am sorry.

The thought transmitted like a whisper, slipping across the meld as more feeling and sentiment than actual words. But then just as quickly Samantha’s hands were on her crest, touching and sweetly exploring the sensitive skin along and between each frond. A shudder ran through Liara’s body and she shifted her hips so she was straddling one of Samantha’s legs. More fantasies and images flew across the meld, traveling at the unfathomable speed of the mind, and she groaned audibly.

Catching Liara’s worry about her being too heavy she pulled her closer, pushing up into her.

Don’t worry, love. You will not hurt me. I want to feel you; I want to feel your body, your weight.

She returned the kiss easily, letting Liara set the pace this time. She wanted Liara to take charge for now and gave herself over to her completely, all control, all power, everything. And when Liara started to actually touch her she arched into her, her fingers gripping Liara’s shoulders a little tighter, breaking the kiss to suck in a deep, shuddering breath.

God yes, please do. Whatever you want.

It was an incredible experience. It was kind of familiar and yet so completely new; with Liara’s feelings, thoughts and sensations mixing with her own and thus multiplying everything she was experiencing. The feeling of Liara’s desire for her alone was already mind blowing.

She let one of her hands slip to Liara’s neck, just where the crest was starting. With another human she would have long buried her hands in their hair, and only her knowledge that the head crest was nothing like Human hair in almost every aspect had stopped her from touching Liara’s crest until now. But she was slowly losing control over her actions, she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold back that reflex much longer, and wanted to check with Liara if it was okay to do so before she lost control completely.

She sent an image of her touching Liara’s crest through her mind.

She purposely kept the kiss slow, and soft, her mind focused instead on the feeling of the warm, pliant skin of Samantha’s breasts beneath her fingers. The slender blue digits trailed over the dark skin, occasionally interrupting their gentle discovery to leave testing scratches instead. And she sensed that Samantha was completely absorbed in the surreal doubled sensations.

After she broke the kiss, drawing in a shaky breath through a crooked smile, Liara focused on that. While her hand continued to explore the landscape of Samantha’s body, slipping down to trace the lines of her stomach and sides, she pushed the doubled sensations at Samantha. The warm smoothness of human skin, so different from the cool, dry, and scaly textured skin of the asari; the faint but rapid rhythm of Samantha’s heartbeat, echoing through her body.

But then she took it further, pushing sensations at Samantha that a human was less inclined to pick up on. Asari had more highly responsive olfactory systems compared to humans, something of a compensation for their less advanced hearing. She pushed these senses at Samantha, the tangible scent of her excitement, the delicious sweetness of her distinct pheromones.

All the while she slid a little further down Samantha’s body, just a few inches, and dropped her head against the woman’s chest. The head and crest were considered a uniquely powerful erogenous zone for the asari, with the skin of the crest being acutely sensitive combining with the social significance of the brain for melding. Without a thought for whether Samantha might find it weird, she rubbed her forehead against the woman’s chest, feeling the warm press of her breasts and that dull base of her heart.

Yes.

Everything took on a double layer of sensations. She could feel Liara’s cool skin under her fingers and somehow at the same time she could faintly feel how Liara experienced her touch, hot on her skin.

It was absolutely breathtaking and surreal and like nothing she had ever experienced and she let herself fall into it.

The kiss became deeper, more urgent; Sam felt like she couldn’t get close enough with their bodies when their minds were so connected with each other. Liara’s moan echoed in her own throat when she felt her hands slip under her shirt and with a frantic need she took she shirt off herself. Breaking the kiss only for as much time as she needed to pull it up over her head, tangling her hair in the process.

She broke the kiss, gasping for air when Liara pushed her own fantasy back at her, a shiver running down her spine.

Yes! Let me just ….

Bringing her hands around to her own back she unclasped her bra, pushed the straps down and let it fall to the floor carelessly.

Now we’re even.

She took hold of one of Liara’s hand to keep the physical contact before sitting and then laying down.

Following the fantasy Samantha had shown her, she slipped over the human’s warm body and lowered herself gently onto the woman’s body. She was careful with where she let her weight press, aware that she weighed more than most humans would anticipate. But Samantha was soft, and warm, and filled out in a way Shepard wasn’t. It made it all feel like a completely new experience.

She kissed Samantha softly while her hands slipped between them, the contrast of cool skin on the back of her hands with warm skin against her palms making her shiver. Her hands slipped further up, until her fingers could just barely tease the underside of Samantha’s breasts.

A low moan left her as she imagined running her hands over them, feeling their weight in her hands; or leaning in and capturing one of the nipples in her mouth gently, while she tried to keep her hands where they were, where Liara had placed them. Liara’s breasts were similar to a Human’s, the most noticeable difference the color and the skin texture, but otherwise they were comfortably familiar. She forced her eyes away from them, lower, taking in the flat of Liara’s tummy and the hint of muscles visible there.

But she couldn’t keep her eyes away from Liara’s breasts for long. Unconsciously she started to caress Liara’s skin above her hips with her thumbs, slowly moving in- and upwards. She took another sharp breath when she felt Liara’s fingers run over her thighs like a cool breeze and then starting to lift her shirt.

Liara’s voice in her head almost caught her off guard; she had been so absorbed in the tantalizing sight before her. Everything about Liara was beautiful, even more so than she had imagined or dreamed of.

So are you.

A loan moan echoed in her throat as her mind was invaded by Samantha’s thoughts, feelings, and desires. She focused on the kiss, too swept up in what Samantha was feeling, and what she was feeling, to push back against the other’s mind. This was her favorite part of the meld, the crashing emotions, the difficulty in telling which ones came from which mind. It was probably where the legends of asari brainwashing came from.

If you lay down for me…

Okay. I will need help with your armor though. I can barely handle mine and yours looks a little different.

She started to look for the latches that kept the different armor parts in place, letting her hands wander over Liara’s shoulders and arms. With Liara’s guidance she managed to open and peel away piece after piece of the armor, and with every piece she managed to strip away she felt her excitement and her nervousness grow. She took her time, there was no need to rush this, and let her hands glide over every piece of skin she managed to expose; feeling the texture and the slight play of muscles underneath the skin.

It took some time but eventually she had Liara stripped down to the shorts and black undershirt again.

Sam bit her lower lip nervously; to get the shirt off Liara would have to move her hands away from her neck. Or she would have to rip the shirt.

Are you able to maintain the meld when I touch you? Or do you literally have to have your hands on me?

While Samantha was undressing her she kept her hands on the woman’s face and neck. She stroked the soft skin at the base of Samantha’s throat, letting her hands drift down over the top of the woman’s chest before bringing them back up to rest around her neck.

I can do it. But here.

Liara trailed her hands down Samantha’s arms and caught the human woman’s hands in her own. With a sly smile she stepped close again and guided Samantha’s hands to her hips.

Hold me here.

Upon releasing Samantha’s hands she grabbed the bottom of her tank and pulled it off carefully over her head. It was a little harder to maintain the meld when she was distracted, but she was able to limit it to a little shakiness.

Now. I do believe it is my turn.

Liara dropped her shirt to the floor and reached for Samantha’s pants, undoing the button and zipper with relative ease. She pushed them down over the human woman’s curvy hips, letting them fall free while her fingers instead ran over the newly exposed skin. The shape of human’s had fascinated her from day one, their shape so similar to her own. She chewed her lip and raised her hands, catching the bottom of Samantha’s shirt and pulling it up to expose her stomach.

But the thought was quickly forgotten when Liara asked about Aysha. Was it possible to blush in a meld? Because she was pretty sure she did.

No, I don’t have kids, but I always wanted them. There is no Aysha, yet. She is merely an idea now. It’s not … I have no concrete plans. And we have Diana to think about first.

Sam had not consciously thought about having kids with Liara. Hell, this was still the first day of their relationship; it was way too early in their relationship for something like that. And Liara was pregnant right now. They had to deal with her current pregnancy first. Another high risk pregnancy was out of the picture anyway. It was something they could think about in a few years.

And then that line of thought was pushed away as quickly by their mingling desires for each other.

She felt a slight surge of panic as Liara mentioned that she would have to end the meld and gripped Liara’s hand on her cheek for additional physical contact. But after a second she calmed down again. Liara wouldn’t go anywhere, she was right here; she could see her, touch her.

Okay. It’s okay. I’m okay. And I insist. Want to help me out of my clothes?

She decided it was probably best to leave the subject of children alone for now.

Instead she focused on soothing the surge of panic she received from Samantha. It did not surprise her, but she had to rush to curb it. She brought her other hand up Samantha’s opposite cheek, gently cupping and supporting her face. Her thumbs stroked soothingly over Samantha’s cheeks.

Shhh. It is okay. If we are careful, I can maintain the meld. Here, like this.

Liara slid her hands down, gently taking hold of Samantha and pulling her up to her feet. Her hands quickly returned to the human’s shoulders, the pads of her thumbs stroking gently over Samantha’s neck.