A Reunion
Liara pushed back from her desk, the lights of lIlium glaring in her window and causing her building headache to worsen. She had intel on Cerberus, which was not easy to acquire, and she knew Shepard would be arriving here soon to track down Thane Krios.
She’d sent a message to the Normandy. A brief, agonizing, and impossible message to her old commander. Her heart hammered in her throat as she stared out the window onto the city below.
She held her elbows and lost herself in her in the past. She lifted her chin upwards as she remembered the way Shepard traced her jaw and neck with her gentle kisses. She closed her eyes as she remembered the way Shepard sighed in her ear and the way her voice sent shivers up and down her spine.
Nyxeris pinged on her intercom and Liara was startled out of her memories.
“Yes?”
“Excuse me, ma’am, but Commander Shepard is here to see you.”
“Yes, thank you. Send her in,” she said calmly, meanwhile her blood ran icy in her veins. What would it be like? A stranger? Her Shepard? A mixture? Did she feel the same? Did she even remember? These thoughts stormed in her mind as she stood frozen watching the door for what seemed like two years, something of which she’d had plenty of practice.
The door slid open impossibly slow and then she stood in front of her. Ten feet away. Those few feet erasing every single day she’d spent missing her.
“Liara?” Shepard whispered, her voice faltering as Liara stumbled closer.
She closed the gap in two strides, just like she closed the gap of those two years. Those two horribly long, empty years.
She wrapped her arms around her commander, her first love, her best friend. Her tears flowed freely and landed on her armor, sliding down its smooth surface.
Shepard stood still, her heart pounding against Liara’s cheek. Slowly, she softened around her, feeling awake for the first time since she was brought back. She rested her cheek on Liara’s and breathed in her familiar scent.
She was home.
Suddenly, Liara threw her arms around Shepard’s neck and they melted into each other. Their bodies never quite close enough, Liara’s breath her oxygen. Shepard’s face was wet with their tears, they glided across her deep scars. Liara’s tongue teased hers, their lips glued together. Their hands tracing each other, attempting to regain those two years.
Shepard picked her up, moaning in her throat as Liara wrapped her long, slender legs around her waist. They floated into the room, the door shutting behind them. Shepard placed Liara on her desk, the contents falling to the floor, and tore off her visor. She kissed her neck, her chest, and began to unzip her dress.
The dress cascaded to the floor like water, and Liara smiled shyly at her commander.
“Your armor will be more difficult, I’m afraid,” catching Shepard off guard, who let out a shaky laugh and began tugging off her armor.
“Well then, you need to help me, T’soni, I’m not going to be doing all the work, you know.”