Liara T'Soni can embrace eternity (theshadowbroker) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-01-29 18:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !partner thread, commander tyra shepard, liara t'soni |
"Tell me it takes something a little less than a yahg trying to kill us both?"
Who: Shepsoni
What: Dreamtalk. Liara's archaeologist side hates Cerberus so much.
When: Recently.
Where: Their place!
Rating: PG13 for almost-sexings.
Status: Complete!
It felt good to not be sick. Really good. Shepard spent most of the morning exercising, glad to be able to breathe again. Her conversation with Thor, combined with what she knew of other events had put it in her mind that there was the possibility of the Reapers returning, here, to this world and this life.
With who appeared to be Harbinger on the network, they could very well infiltrate insidiously. Tyra wanted to make sure she was able to handle it.
There weren’t words for the sheer relief Liara had felt when Shepard had started getting better. To see one of the strongest women she’d ever known, felled so easily... it would’ve been all too easy for anyone to take advantage.
Not that she wouldn’t have tried to use her biotics to fling them into orbit around Pluto, of course. Nobody touched her woman and got away with it.
Shepard was sweating a little as she came up to Liara and wrapped her arms around her. “Hey, what’re you up to?” She nuzzled the woman’s ear. She smelled extra...Asari today, if that made any sense at all. Which it didn’t. Probably wishful thinking.
Wishful thinking or not, anything that lead to extra Shepardnuzzles was clearly a good thing. And that was clearly a word. Liara leant back into her touch, a contented little noise escaping her lips. “Nothing too interesting... just trying to see if I’m missing out on anything from my dreams.”
She was one of those many people who kept a rather neat notepad of it all, after all. It’d all just gotten rather confused after the attack on the Normandy.
She peered at Liara’s notepad, trying to get an idea what was actually being written down. Liara’s handwriting was so neat, but it was also kind of tiny. “Anything new?”
“I’ve been trying to see if I have anything on Harbinger...” But, at the moment, the only thing she had even close to that kind of name was Sovereign, and she’d dreamt of him quite a while ago. “All the most recent additions are from the Prothean Archive. I still can’t believe Cerberus would attack there...”
Maybe that was just her inner archaeologist raging.
“I can. If there’s any information they could use to advance their cause, they’ll do it, and damn the collateral damage.” Shepard had just been relieved that she’d gotten Liara out of there. That their first priority had been going to Mars had been something of a relief - she hadn’t had to choose between Liara and an important objective.
What good was a cause that damaged history? Liara was fairly sure that Miranda, even at her most zealous, would’ve found many a fault in that - especially since the Prothean Archive on Mars had been so vital to humanity finding its way to the stars. “It’s a good thing you arrived when you did. I know I didn’t seem as grateful as I probably should’ve, but...”
Well, again, archaeologist. She’d had seemingly more important things on her mind.
Shepard nodded her head. Her stomach clenched a little. She hadn’t been expecting such a cold shoulder. Maybe she should have, but she’d needed some form of comfort after what had happened. It’s no wonder she almost ended up in the shower with Samantha. “It’s okay, Liara. There was a lot going on.”
It was hardly like they’d had a lot of time to bond again. They’d not met since Shepard had helped her become the Shadow Broker, and... well, whilst she liked the job, it didn’t do much good for her emotional state. Or much good when it came to dealing with people who weren’t Kolyat. “I suppose... it just seems so strange. I know I loved you the same, I suppose I was just... unsure if you were still the same person.”
Shepard got a sad look on her face, and prayed there wouldn't be bleedover from all that. She'd just been glad she hadn't been rejected completely during the Shadow Broker mess. (although it hadn't taken much convincing...)
She squeezed Liara from behind. "It gets better between us again. I promise."
Considering Shepard was a damn-near constant presence in Liara’s life in this universe, it wasn’t likely that there’d be much bleedover. Maybe a few days worth, at most, and even that’d be pushing it. “Tell me it takes something a little less than a yahg trying to kill us both?”
A woman could live in hope!
“A lot of stress and the best sex of my life.” Shepard smiled at her, nuzzling the side of Liara’s neck. That one was still a strong memory, as was the last bonding in London.
Liara couldn’t help but laugh. “I’ll take that as something a little bigger, then. Nothing we couldn’t handle with you in charge, I’m sure...”
"It was terrifying." That Shepard admitted that was a big fucking deal.
Biggest fucking deal in the whole wide universe. Liara’d rarely known Shepard to admit fear - she was the Commander who’d drawn them all together, after all, so fear wasn’t exactly the most productive emotion to show. “Terrifying or not, you have so many people who’d follow you to hell and back... and nobody more than me.”
“I know.” Shepard said, pulling a Han Solo. She turned Liara around and kissed her gently. “I’d have been lost without you. Without all of you. I stood on the shoulders of giants.”
Shepard could out-Solo Han Solo. Clearly. “You attracted the best and the brightest from practically every race, in practically every system. Even a Prothean.” Even though Liara hadn’t dreamt of him yet, she’d been told enough. “It was you who made us all incredible, I think.”
“I’m sorry if I worried you,” Shepard said. “When I was sick. Is there anything I can do to make it up for you?”
‘Worried’ would be an understatement. There’d been moments when Liara had genuinely feared for Shepard’s life, especially as the disease progressed more and more... “It might take a lot of making-up, Shepard. Even if I get the feeling you won’t complain...”
Cupping Liara’s face, Tyra kissed her, lovingly and with increasing passion. “I wouldn’t want to disappoint my wife. My bondmate.” In all her dreams, in all the mess and horror and death, she’d thought she would never get this. A wife, a bondmate, a normal life after the end. She’d thought, from the moment she saw the long distance scans of the Reapers in deep space, that she would die by the end of it all.
In everything Liara had seen so far in her dreams, she’d never doubted Shepard. Even when the Normandy went down and she ended up spaced, there’d been some part of her that’d kept up the hope... a woman like Shepard was practically immortal. You didn’t touch that many lives and not achieve something like that.
“I don’t think you could ever disappoint me,” she murmured, before pulling her into the most passionate kiss she could muster. Words, sometimes, were truly overrated.
Shepard pushed Liara back against the counter, sliding her hands into her wife’s shirt. Words were truly overrated, and she desperately wanted to speak with her hands and her lips.
That was a concept Liara was still trying to get used to. Her wife. Somehow both more and less than a bondmate... not that she could explain that in the slightest. She wrapped her arms around her neck, instinctively arching into her touch. Goddess above, she loved this woman.