#liara

will you hate me in the morning?

Everyone thinks you're mad for your down comforter to the battlefield until winter sets in. They're all just jealous you're s cozy.

I like to imagine Shepard having a fascination with Liara’s head crests. She probably sneaks up and gives Liara‘s head crest a playful little nibble from behind while Liara’s working. And when the two of them are having some private time together, Shepard licks and sucks them (they’re an erogenous zone).

"No," Liara says quickly. "Shepard cannot be here. If I were to…" For an instant she freezes, panicked. "I don't know what I would do...if I had access to her again. I love her. But I am…dangerous."

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Hey Cap. I actually enjoy these. It's one of the few things that gets me writing something other than an original piece that will probably never see the light of day.

7. Laughing Kiss

"Sh-Shepard, stop!" Liara struggled to speak between rough breaths, her chest barely managing to pull in air between spasms as she writhed beneath the weight atop her.

Shepard's lips split, and gleaming white teeth bared as her fingers worked their magic. "Oh-ho, Liara. You never told me you were ticklish down here," she said, then intensified her assault on the apparently very sensitive skin along Liara's flanks. Another burst of raspy laughter erupted from Liara, and she wriggled in an attempt to escape her tormentor.

Finally, Shepard's hands retreated, letting the poor archaeologist catch her breath. Liara's laughter slowed as she settled and caught her breath, and Shepard shifted her weight and began planting soft kisses up the asari's spine, enjoying the warm heat of Liara's skin on her lips.

"Goddess. I'm sure you can see why I chose to never bring it up, now," Liara said. Her datapad lay a short distance away from her, abandoned during Shepard's attack on her poor ribs, and thankfully kept from plummeting from the bed down to the hard deck floor. She took it and set it aside on the nightstand, unconvinced that Shepard had finished. "Has paperwork gotten so dull that you decided to take out your boredom on me?"

Shepard laid one last, firm kiss between Liara's shoulders before tilting her head up and resting her chin on the asari's back. "I took care of the critical things. The rest is just catching up with whatever data streams in, and you know that's never going to end." She pulled her hand up and began to gently trace invisible patterns over Liara's skin as her eyes wandered over the faint scales. "I thought, 'Why not bother the pretty doctor down on the crew deck?'

"And here I come in to find said pretty doctor splayed out on her bed." Shepard leaned down to place another kiss. "Working hard." Another kiss. "In her own little world." Another. "Naked…" She trailed off, smiling at the memory despite the real-world experience happening beneath her.

Liara propped herself up on her elbows, enjoying the peppering of kisses being sown onto her back. "Well, I can't say I don't enjoy the company, but perhaps next time you'll avoid giving me a tickling fit?"

"Aww, come on. Like I said, I didn't know you were ticklish there."

"And yet you didn't stop once you found out…" Liara turned her head to look back at Shepard, just barely able to catch the Commander's face out of the corner of her eye.

Shepard's eyes narrowed playfully. "Well, if you're so ticklish, maybe you should go ahead and tell me all the other sensitive little spots." Her mouth split once more into that same predatory grin. "So I know all the places to avoid."

"Absolutely not," Liara said, turning her head forward and staring down at the rumpled sheets. "Goddess knows what you would do with that kind of dangerous information."

"Oh, fine." Shepard placed one more kiss just below the first ridge of Liara's neck, then took an exaggerated deep breath before letting it out. As she deflated, cool, moist air passed out over Liara's neck and along the ridge leading to her crest.

Nerves fired, and Liara let out a sudden, impulsive shudder and giggle before freezing solid.

"Oh, yes," Shepard said, her toothy grin returning before immediately working to fill her lungs again.

"No! No no no-!" Liara squealed before she shivered again as another stream of cool air worked its way up her neck, and she resumed her wriggling beneath Shepard.

Her tormentor continued trying to tease her sensitive skin until Liara finally managed to turn over beneath Shepard. It didn't matter; Shepard's renewed offensive had taken its toll on her too, and they both lay tangled together, shaking with laughter.

Shepard opened her mouth to pull in one more meager breath of air, but Liara's hand hooked around her head and pulled her mouth to Liara's own. Their laughter slowed as Liara's counteroffensive successfully managed to distract Shepard from her attack.

Once she was sure Shepard had given up her campaign, Liara released her. "Maybe we can just get right to that part next time, hmm?"

"Mmm. But where's the fun in that?" Shepard said, nuzzling Liara's cheek and placing another kiss. She sighed, braced her hands on the bed, and lifted upward, giving her neck a soft pop to loosen the tension. "I suppose I should get back to my reports…"