Commander (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} the_commander) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valarlogs,@ 2013-06-13 11:09:00 |
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Who: Liara and Shepard
What: Shepard gives Liara a going away present, and also blue baby talk
When: early May
Where: their house
Status: complete
Rating: PG-13 for naughty talk
Liara was leaving in the morning, and Shepard had decided she needed to leave on a very high note. So she was waiting for her wife, wearing little more than a pair of boots and some very skimpy underwear. She had wine, chocolates, a feather duster... and a video camera.
Of course, Liara suspected that her wife was plotting some form of... shenaniganry. It wouldn’t be like Shepard to let her go without something like that. However, she hadn’t exactly expected it to... well, this kind of level. “...My, my, Shepard.”
Shepard had also gotten some dye, but she was planning on dyeing her hair only after Liara had left. Because she was sneaky that way.
“Hello, hon.” She grinned and held out a glass of wine.
Shepard could claim to be sneaky all she wanted, but Liara certainly wouldn’t believe her... she loved her wife, honestly, but stealth wasn’t exactly her forte. Accepting the wine glass from her, she couldn’t help the slightest of smirks. “If this is how you react to me going away, maybe I should do it more often...”
“If you do it more often I’ll just have to tie you down so you can’t leave.” She took a sip of her wine and then swirled the glass around in her hands as she watched Liara’s lips on her own glass. And she too was sneaky! Even if she didn’t have her cloaking equipment. Which helped. Greatly.
In Liara’s opinion, the day Shepard got her cloaking equipment was going to be a terrifying day for humanity in general. She was terrible enough when people could see her! “That’s not really convincing me, Shepard.”
“How long are you going to be gone again?” More than a few days was going to be unbearable. She was going to have to be very naughty on a daily basis.
Wasn’t that how Shepard always was? “Two weeks. Just enough time for us to get sick of sand everywhere.”
“And too long,” Shepard said, laughing. “Sand everywhere, and me not there to wash you thoroughly. Pity.”
“Nothing says you can’t come with me next time...” Liara honestly doubted this’d be the last time she went out to Amarna, or any other similarly sandy place. True, it was awkward to explain her ever-increasing blueness, but that didn’t stop her from loving her work. “Even if I think we’d end up doing something completely and utterly terrible...”
“Make love in a tomb somewhere?” Shepard grinned. “Do I need to worry about you and Ms. Croft?”
Well, yes, that worked as completely and utterly terrible! Not that Liara had ever expected anything different from her wife... “I don’t think you have anything to worry about from her. She’s practically married to her work.”
“So were you,” Shepard replied, jokingly. She sipped at her wine, then set it down and walked over to her. “So I just have to remind you what you’ll have waiting.”
Liara would deny that with the intensity of several thousand suns. She’d been less married to her work, more going ‘ohgod why do I keep finding fertility idols’ at every turn - it was like the universe was some kind of giant troll. “Well. Two weeks away from you means it’ll have to be a very good reminder...”
“A very good and very expensive reminder,” she replied, waggling her eyebrows. The things she had waiting upstairs....
“But first, I just want to stare at you and talk.”
That was almost subtle, by Shepard standards! Liara almost could’ve been impressed... “It’s certainly a good time for us to talk. Or whatever it is you want to do.”
“Well, I want to rip your clothing off, tie you to the contraption I have upstairs, and then use you until you’re sore, but first...lets talk babies.”
And there went the subtlety. Much more Shepardlike. “Little blue babies? I did promise you them after the Shadow Broker incident...”
“I mean, you’re more than a baby machine...but I don’t really care that they technically wouldn’t have my DNA. I just want them. With you.”
Did ‘with you’ really have to be said? Liara was pretty sure that Shepard’s taste in women had rather narrowed down to just, well, blue-skinned wife-types. “I know, Shepard... and I want them too. Even if I’m a little worried about what you and Wrex might get up to whilst my back is turned.”
She meant Liara’s babies. No fancy test tubes or science here! She smirked wryly. “Oh, you’ll see, love. You’ll see.”
Who needed science when you were practically an Asari? “That really doesn’t fill me with confidence, Shepard.”
Shepard laughed, then knocked back the rest of her drink. She reached for Liara’s hand. It was time to show her a proper good bye.