Chapter Text
Liara shouldn’t worry. There was no reason for her to worry. She knew where Shepard was. She knew who she was with. She knew everything was fine. But damnit she was worried. She rung her hands as she paced back and forth in front of her monitors.
“’Just a few drinks with the old crew Liara,’” She mocked Shepard’s last words to her when she left their apartment. “’We’re off to celebrate you Liara.’ ‘Just a few hours Liara.’ ‘No Ryncol I promise Liara.’” Her cheeks were growing purple with annoyed anger. She knew this would happen, but it turned out to be a lot worse than she imagined of how this night would play out. She should have known better that Shepard would go overboard by ‘celebrating’.
She nervously glanced at her grid of screens, Citadel surveillance and police scanners flashed across her monitors. Normally she hated checking up on Shepard using her Shadow Broker influence. But she was worried. And she was causing a lot of trouble ‘celebrating’ with the old crew. For the past 10 hours things were going from bad to worse. Every detail she received about what Shepard and her crew were doing, somehow they would outdo the previous act with an even stupider act. It had been several long grueling minutes since she was able to gather any new intel on Shepard’s whereabouts. The last time they appeared on any cameras or interacted with the police was in a car lot trying to board a taxi to head back to the apartment complex area.
As she suspected, she could hear the elevator grind to life with a rather noisy cabin full of people. She tightened the knot on her silk sleeping robe and crossed over to the main entrance of her Citadel apartment. The gaggle of giggling idiots grew louder and more unruly as they got to the main door. Once the door whooshed open, the sight was worse than she imagined. Her bondmate, the Great Commander turned Admiral Shepard, Savior of the Galaxy, Destroyer of Reapers, was piss drunk and bleeding. She was in her combat armor and being carried by her friends Garrus and Wrex who were laughing their asses off. The entire crew flooded into the living room, no one was sober.
“There she is!!” Wrex cheered, his words slurring with drunken enthusiasm as he noticed a very pissed off Liara. Liara’s arms were folded over her chest, her cheeks were still burning a deep purple with anger. Wrex didn’t seem to pick up her mood, “We made the galaxy pleased with our celebration tonight.”
The living room was now filled with oblivious drunk old friends. Liara made sure to count everyone that Shepard had left with that night. There was Wrex and Garrus, two of her oldest and dearest friends that always had her back. Literally in this sense. Of course if there was celebratory drinking involved, Vega was in and he was looking pretty wasted. But he was carrying an even drunker Ashley. The two were giggling up a storm, like a gross couple. Grunt and Javik came stumbling in, they seemed to be sharing gruesome details about killing points on opponents. Joker was limping more than usual, with a sway to his step. There was no way he was missing a chance to celebrate with Shepard. Jack and Tali were the last to come in, the Grimson academy teacher was aiding the great Admiral with walking. Poor Tali was hiccupping. Thank the Goddess all 10 were here and all accounted for. But some were worse for wear. Especially Shepard. By the look of it, her armor looked a bit dirty and scuffed up like she had been in a fight. And she was bleeding from a gash on her forehead and her lip was split.
Her bondmate could barely stand up right, her head was swaying all over the place. But despite how bloody she looked, it couldn’t remove this dumb grin on her face. She was wearing this toothy smile with pride before she left to go on a bender, now it was stretched from ear to ear with twinkling eyes. “I….Imma g-gonna bee a daddd.” She slurred out in a giggle fit.
Garrus was laughing with her, “She’s been saying that all night. She was practically screaming it everywhere we went.”
Jack sidestepped to the kitchen and leaned on the counters, “We painted the Citadel red, like literally. I’m pretty sure we got Shepard’s blood everywhere at each location we visited.” She couldn’t stop laughing. “The Arena, Purgatory, the Casino, that Sushi restaurant.”
Joker fumbled to the couch, wincing in pain but laughing as well, “You should have been there Liara. Shepard…”
Liara was on her last nerve, “Oh I am aware of what you’ve done. Ive got video surveillance and calls from C-Sec about your little ‘celebration’!” Her voice grew in volume, everyone’s drunken laughter was quickly silenced. “Trashing the Armax Arena, starting fights in Purgatory, drunk driving, running from the C-Sec, noise complaints!!”
Shepard perked up a bit when she heard Liara’s booming voice. She turned her head around, seemingly aware now that she was in her apartment. “L-liara! Luv oof mine l-life….m-mother off meyy c-child.” She shrugged out of the supportive arms Garrus and Wrex and stumbled up to Liara. Her smile never flattered. Out of the many times Liara has seen her bondmate drunk, this was the drunkest she had ever seen her and also the happiest she had ever seen her. Even if she was bleeding from her lip and forehead, and was the glass sticking out of her cheek? It didn’t matter how uncoordinated her movements were, Shepard still rushed up to give Liara a loving embrace. Liara had to brace herself yet she still hugged her bondmate. At least she was home now instead of causing trouble elsewhere.
Shepard had every right to be happy. Past the anger of the stupidity that transpired tonight, Liara was extremely happy as well. After a night of passion, Liara declared that she was ready to fulfill one of the promises they had for each other. Their marriage happened several months ago, it was probably one of the biggest celebration in the galaxy. Now Liara felt ready for the other part that Shepard desperately wanted, lots of little blue children.
Wrex threw himself on the couch and laughed as his gut shook, “Ah Shepard, you and I will have stories soon to share of our offspring. We shall teach them how to fight like we use to when we took on the Reapers.”
Tali took hold of Garrus’s arm once Shepard pulled away, “I don’t *hic* think the galaxy is ready.” She joked.
Ashley was practically draped over Vegas for support, “Another war is coming guys, the war of parenthood.”
Wrex pointed a finger at the human couple, “Hey just you wait. In this time of peace with no wars to fight, the only thing on your mind is making lots of babies. You two will get to that point soon enough.” Ashley blushed and Vega smirked.
“Same to you Vakarian.” Wrex winked over at the Turian and Quarian.
Liara could no longer support Shepard’s weight, if it wasn’t for her heavy combat armor, “Hold up their Commander, I gotcha.” Jack swooped in with a save. She tucked one of Shepard’s arms around her shoulders and walked her over to the kitchen. “She’s gonna need some more medi-gel. We all ran out.”
Grunt was giggling from his corner in the living room. “Hehe. We did use a lot of it.”
Liara was back to being mad. The old Normandy crew was still in a lot of trouble after all the stunts they pulled tonight. But part of her was flattered that her friends were all passionate about her and Shepard’s happiness. She tried to hide her smile as she grabbed for a med kit in the kitchen. She gingerly dabbed some gel over Shepard’s gash on her forehead. Meanwhile, Jack began removing Shepard’s tarnished N7 armor. “Now how did you guys go through all of your medi-gel? I know you guys got into a heavy match at the Arena, then what?”
Jack smirked, she was pretty drunk but able to fiddle off Shepard’s armor, “I thought the Shadow Broker was keeping an eye on us.”
“Oh I’m sure you were getting into all sorts of trouble outside of surveillance cameras.” Liara tried to dab some gel on Shepard’s split lip but her bondmate kept trying to kiss her fingers and palm. She continued murmuring sweet nothings in a hazy slur.
“Well if you were curious, Shepard may have a concussion from a head-butting contest.” Jack smiled.
Liara rolled her eyes, of course.
Grunt came forward, “Hehe, I have brain damage.”
Liara’s eyes widened, “Shepard why did you think it was a good idea to get into a head-butting contest with a Krogan?”
Shepard threw back her head and laughed, “I w-won.” She shrugged.
Joker, who was nursing his sore legs, chimed in, “The entire night was like a real machismo fest. A whole Manly Man complex. Racking up killing streaks at the Arena, fist fighting at the bar, arm wrestling at the Casino. I was lucky enough to sit on the sidelines for most of the physical challenges.”
Garrus perked up an eyebrow, “Weren’t you in a drinking contest with Shepard at Purgatory?”
Ashely scrunched her eyebrows, “Yeah you were downing shots like a pair of fish drinking water.”
Shepard was giggling from her spot on the counter, “I w-won that tooo.”
Liara’s frown deepened, she resisted the urge to facepalm.
Joker continued, “You didn’t win, we got interrupted by those assholes at the bar.”
Liara groaned, “Was this the fight that Aria has been telling me so much about? You do realize that she’s angry at you Shepard.”
Shepard waved her off, “Arrriaa was there….and she and I d-did some more shotts. I t-told her, I’ll buiy her a nuew c-couch.” Shepard paused to recall something, “And wwindows……and nuew tables……and a nuew bar.” Then she was back to giggling, “Haha, I g-got thrown oout a wwindow.”
Javik stumbled up into the kitchen. It was unusual to see him with a drunken smile on his face, “Better than getting thrown through a fish tank. That joke is still very funny.”
Shepard flipped him off, “Ffuck you Javik.” Shepard looked down at Jack who was taking off her gauntlets, “J-Jack, where’s M-Miranda? S-she wasss posed to gah drinking wth uss.”
Jack rolled her eyes, clearly she has been asked this a lot tonight, “She’s on an undercover Shadow Broker mission. No commo until she completes her assignment.”
After Cerberus was completely erased from the galaxy, Miranda was free to do whatever she wanted and she wanted to work for the Shadow Broker. With Miranda’s skills, she was one of Liara’s best agents. Liara was very lucky to have her working for her. “I’ll be sure to tell her the news once she’s back.” Liara helped with the other gauntlet. “She was asking about you Jack before she left.”
Shepard snapped as realization crossed over her face, “OH! S-shit…you were t-talking about assking for h-her hand rght?!”
The entire room went silent again. Even Liara, an information Broker who was the best at knowing everything, was completely shocked by this news. She knew Jack and Miranda were casually dating, but nowhere close to being that serious. “Marriage?”
Vega leaned over the counter, “No, the psychotic biotic wants to get hitched with the cheerleader? Ay dios mio?!”
Jack lowered her brow, “Shut up.” She threw Shepard’s gauntlet at the Lieutenant. “There’s some good shared benefits from the academy if I’m married. And my relationship with Miranda is none of your goddamn business Vega.”
Tali hopped over too, getty to hear news about love blossoming. “Do you think she’ll say yes? Will you guys have a big wedding? I love human weddings.”
Jack was trying very hard to hide it, but she was blushing. “Get off my back. If it’s a yes, we’ll all go out drinking again. If it’s a no…..well we’ll drink any way.”
Shepard gave a gentle punch to Jack’s shoulder, “I-I think she’llll saaay yess.”
Jack huffed a piece of her hair loose from her ponytail and went back to work on Shepard’s armor. Liara and Jack were able to get Shepard’s N7 armor removed, leaving her in nothing but her black tanktop and baggy cargo pants. Her bare arms were littered with bruises, “And these?”
Shepard looked down at her arms confused, “Da fuck?” She began removing her tank top, revealing her black compression shirt and her sheet of abs. A couple of scrapes and bruises were on her torso.
Jack laughed, “Probably from that time you crashed the first car.”
“The first car?!” Liara parroted with anger, “How many cars did you drive? You know what I don’t wanna know.”
Vega chimed in, “She was standing on that one sweet ride yelling, ‘I’m gonna be dad!!! I’m gonna have myself some beautiful blue babies!!’”
Liara then facepalmed, “Great. I was going to go public with our announcement at my book signing tomorrow. But it seems all of the Citadel, maybe half of the galaxy knows by now.”
Shepard pouted, her blue eyes shining, “I-I’m sworry, I-I’m just ssssooo happpy.” Shepard pulled Liara in close by the waist. Her bruised and bloody hands roamed over Liara’s stomach. “Mmey llitle bbean….she’s in theree..and I-I cann’t w-wait to seeee her.”
Liara couldn’t stay mad at Shepard’s cute drunken puppy dog face. Behind all the crass things she had gotten into tonight, she was doing them because she was happy for their future. A future where it would no longer be the two of them. “I hope you don’t go making a habit of doing this every night. An Asari gestational period is 10 months. You will be waiting a long time.” Liara found herself tangling her fingers in Shepard’s red hair. She loves playing with it.
“She’s w-worth the wait.” Shepard kissed Liara’s flat stomach. With no regard to their very public audience, Shepard opened the flap of Liara’s silk robe and continued kissing her blue skin. Her hands roamed from her stomach to the curve of her ass.
The living room all had eyes on them. Shepard’s crew was hollering and whistling at the two of them. “It’s not like she could make you more pregnant.” Jack threw in. Liara’s blush of anger quickly turned into a hot blush of embarrassment.
Wrex let out a bellowing laugh, “Liara you’re part Krogan, and Shepard’s got the biggest quad I’ve ever seen. End the night by mating with your wife.”
Joker winced, “Really? Do have say it like that?”
Javik made an equally disgusted face, “Can we at least leave before that?”
Liara’s blush red hot. Before she could even utter another word, she was suddenly lifted off her feet. Out of nowhere, Shepard was able to lift Liara effortlessly and with very little stumble in her step. She hoisted her up into a fireman’s carry and made a beeline for the staircase leading up to their bedroom. A dark look in her eyes. That cute puppy dog spark was gone. Liara knew what was about to happen next, suddenly that blush took over her entire body.
“Have a good night Shepard.” Wrex called after them, “We shall do this again when we get the announcement about your second daughter.”
Shepard turned at the top of the stairs, “I g-gotta work on makking the s-second daughter first Wrex.”
Liara swatted at Shepard’s chest, “Oh will you stop! That doesn’t even make sense because Asari conceive through a special mind meld.”
“Goodnight you two.” Liara heard their friends call from downstairs. Their footsteps retreating to the exit.
“Alright who’s sober?”
“We can’t drive, we crash landed that car we drove here with.”
“Why don’t we just call a cab?”
Their voice growing more distant as Shepard carried her to their bedroom. They collapsed on the bed together, Shepard showering her with slobby kisses. Her lips covered a lot of ground across her blue skin. They mapped out her favorite places, Liara’s lips, her jawline, her collarbone, her neck folds of her crest. Liara hated that Shepard knew her body so well to get her to react, she tried to cover her moans but failed. She was still embarrassed that Shepard just carried her to bed like a barbarian in front of their friends. She was even still angry at her for causing so much worry with her crazy bender tonight. But as Shepard tore open her robe and continued her trail of kisses downward, it was getting harder to stay mad. Despite how drunk Shepard was, her slobby kisses were in an abundance. Her tongue traced around every curve of her front and only continued moving downward. Frantic fingers wormed their way under Liara’s panties and they were grasping for everything. Shepard tucked her head in the crock of Liara’s neck, kissing her sensitive neck folds. Liara’s hips were already bucking as Shepard’s fingers traced the slit of her azure. First one finger slipped through, and then was quickly followed by a second. Shepard’s rhythm was fast and ruthless, her kisses involved lots of teeth. She coated one side of her neck with dark purplish hickies. Liara made a mental note to cover those up before the book signing tomorrow.
“M-meld…..meld with mee.” Shepard grunted against her neck. Her fingers adapted a curve to them, she was directly hitting that spot that Liara loves so much. Her eyes grew dark with the blackness of a meld. Her mind reached out for the one that she loved more than anything else in this whole galaxy. Shepard’s mind was ready and open for her. Liara was harshly greeted with a buzzing blur of sensation. She could feel just how drunk Shepard was and it began to affect her as well. Her mind swayed and swiveled but she was filled with the loving affections coming from Shepard. She could see messy distortions of memories from the night Shepard had. Everything from fighting at the arena, to drinking and laughing at Purgatory, to the brawls she was having at the bar, the shenanigans she was getting into on the strip. It was a night fueled with drunken happiness and love. And it was all for this moment right here. Shepard got to have the life that she wanted in the end. The happily ever after that they talked about, married life, being bondmates, and now working on a family. It was everything they wanted together and that they feared they would never get during the War with the Reapers. Behind all of that happiness, Liara could sense the fear that Shepard had felt that this was all too good to be true. Shepard was still bewildered that she was able to cheat death for a second time after the fall of the Reapers. With every kiss against Liara’s skin, with every stroke of her fingers, Liara could feel that Shepard never wanted to take any of this for granted. Every minute of every day that she got to spend with her was a gift. And that made her the happiest person in the galaxy. All of these emotions were swirled together in a distorted typhoon of emotions coming from Shepard, but it only made Liara embrace her harder. She showered Shepard back with love and praise, ever growing closer to the white hot burning feeling of an orgasm.
Just as she was about to crash head first into the approaching hot wave of an orgasm, Shepard’s mind began to slow down. Her happy visions of her memories began to darken. In the physical world, her fingers began to slow. Her tongue stopped kissing her neck. A faint snore murmured in her throat as her breath slowed to a steady rhythm. Shepard had fallen asleep.
Liara pouted and let out a frustrated sigh. ‘Well I suppose I deserve that for snooping on my bondmate for several hours and bothering goddess knows how many agents in the Citadel to track Shepard down.’ She ended their meld with a mental kiss to her mind. She pulled Shepard’s fingers out of her quivering unsatisfied azure. She grabbed for the covers and tried to set her mind on going to sleep. But the heat that Shepard had ignited was becoming irritating.
“You better make up for this in the morning.” Liara retorted as she cradled her bondmate close. Shepard snored happily on her chest. “I can smell Ryncol on your breath.”