A/N: it's finally done. There's no apology to be had for a delay so long, so I won't even attempt to make one. Instead, I hope you have fun reading this. As always, thanks goes to Yestare70. Without you, this story would probably never have been finished. Special mention to my good friend Wyles77, whose story, Piano e Forte proved a big inspiration for this chapter. If you haven't read it yet, go do so now.

Shepard was enjoying herself immensely so far.

Ever since the opportunity for it showed up she just had to take it. Sure, it made Liara suffer a little, but the cute little squeaks from her bondmate alone made it all worth it. Not to mention that spilling the brandy over her top made the asari's nipples stand on prominent display, which played havoc with Shepard's desires and painted all kinds of enticing scenarios in her perverted mind.

It only got better from there.

The whole "blushing maiden" state Liara went into as soon as Miranda started working her charms on the asari was a huge turn on for the Commander. It brought her back to their earlier days of their relationship, when Liara was still younger and naive. The asari had matured greatly since then and while Shepard couldn't deny that the results of said maturation were beneficial as well, there was just something so endearing about seeing Liara stammering and blushing again. It brought smile to her face.

Her smile turned to a frown when Miranda stood up and left Liara alone, but the following moments were enough to make her grin again. Watching Miranda drawing the little fruit across her lover's azure was enough to make Shepard's own cheeks flare with blood, imagining what would happen next, as her hand migrated between her legs. Feeling the heat even across two layers of cloth was letting her know she wouldn't last much longer.

Seeing the strawberry getting coated in Liara's juices made Shepard lick her lips with her tongue. How she wished she could lick the lucky little fruit.

Liara biting down on the plump berry elicited a low growl from the Commander. Her hand moved behind the pants of her dress blues, confirming what she already knew. Her panties were well and truly ruined.

Seeing and hearing Miranda, her voice a provocative drawl made her finally lose her control. With a barely audible "Oh god...", a single finger was inserted inside her velvet heat. The content sigh escaping her lips, the eyelids falling over those green eyes and the shoulder moving in a slow rhythm were signs of the woman lost in her own pleasure.

Of course, with her luck being what it was, that was the precise moment when Miranda decided to turn her head around and saw what was happening. Adding two and two together, Miranda had to bite the laughter back, deciding instead to make the most out of it.

"Your bondmate seems to be enjoying the show... as well as herself."

Feeling the soft hand on her back and turning around, eyes two shades of blue met one another and Miranda is amazed by the warmth present in them. But there was also an undertone of mischief.

"Wouldn't you say she's acting rude? The least she could do is pay attention."

Obviously, Liara had something in mind, but Miranda wouldn't let her get away just like that. The startled gasp of surprise escaping from the blue lips was something to be savored, if only briefly. But as she brings herself over the supine form of the asari, she knows; the memories of those shocked eyes, parted lips and heaving chest will last a lifetime.

"Not so fast missy. I'm not done with you yet."

Dragging a single digit downwards, across the slender throat and the valley between the pair of breasts was providing Miranda with the exquisite feeling of the slightly scaly skin. The power trip was not to be neglected either. Gone were the days of being a cold Cerberus tactician, but the little mewls of pleasure coming from Liara were enough to make anybody want to hear more.

"The most powerful information broker in the galaxy and you're where I want you... under my fingertips. Speaking of which..."

The warm flash on Miranda's left hand signaled her activating her omni-tool, which was countered by the cool blue hue of biotics enveloping her right hand. But, perhaps most peculiarly, the two colors were accompanied with the third one; the gray of doubt in her eyes.

"Liara... if you start feeling pain at any point... the last thing I want to do is hurt you."

Struck by a sudden wave of self-consciousness, the raven haired beauty turned away. But that didn't last long, as she felt her head being turned towards Liara again, by the hand of the very same asari. And once again, Miranda found herself in awe of the warmth that shone from those pools of cerulean.

That was before the hand in question continued, past her cheek and neck, leaving a trail of warmth in it's path, only to be entangled in her dark tresses. And before she knew it, she found herself being pulled towards the indigo lips, only to meet them with her own, moments later.

How long the kiss lasted was beyond her... but it certainly felt like an eternity. The analytical part of her mind wondered if this is where the infamous phrase came from. The emotional one simply rejoiced, before she found herself separated from the asari again. But those eyes were still there and still smiling... more so, if that was possible.

"I trust you Miranda. I know you'd never hurt me."

Inhaling a lungful of air and getting a good dose of Liara's intoxicating scent in the process, Miranda could only answer with a smile of her own. Placing her fingers on the pulse of the asari's neck, she leaned closer to Liara. The whispered "thank you" was for the two of them only.

Liara found herself immediately missing the touch of Miranda's fingers on her neck, but luckily, the feeling of loss was quickly replaced with one of happiness, when they were replaced by warm lips. The cold tip of Miranda's tongue on her heated skin was enough to once again make her gasp, which only intensified when the raven haired beauty slowly traced her way across Liara's collarbone and down the valley of her breasts.

Feeling the luscious lips enveloping her already hardened nipple was enough to finally make Liara close her eyes, as a wanton groan escaped from her throat. But just as soon as it appeared, the feeling of warmth and wetness left, leading the erect bud exposed to the air of the cabin.

Before she could bemoan the loss of Miranda's talented mouth, the other woman brought her hand to the newly wet spot on her neck.

"This might sting a little from the start, but I trust you'll love it."

"What are you..."

The touch of soft fingers on her hot skin was almost imperceptible at first, enjoyable as it may have been. But when it was joined by the jolt of electricity, light as it might have been, Liara's attention was definitely piqued. The tingly sensation, joined by the orange light of omni tool sent her nerve endings on fire, eliciting a scream of pure ecstasy from her.

The little smirk on Miranda's face was telling.

"I love the sounds you make Blue. You know, it's quite bewildering really. A hand has an ability to harm..."

Sliding ever lower, over the erect nipple, twisting it gently, eliciting another scream from the blue lips.

"…as does the ability to heal."

The harsh orange glow was suddenly replaced by a cool, blue one, as the omni tool disappeared from Miranda's hand, only to be substituted by a glow of biotics.

This time, her touch sent deep vibrations through Liara's flesh, resulting in deep moans, which once again had the raven haired beauty smiling.

"I thought this may work. All the eezo in the asari body reacts favorably to the application of biotics. Basically, what you're experiencing right now is the micro massage of your nerve endings."

If she was expecting an answer from Liara, Miranda was sadly mistaken, as everything she got from the supine asari was more moans, accompanied with some trashing beneath her hands. When they started gliding lower, over the exposed bellybutton and nearer Liara's center, Miranda was rewarded for her efforts, when Liara's eyes finally shot open and her words were once again able to form coherent words.

"Yes... Goddess, yes. Just keep going Miranda. Please..."

The sharpest scream of pleasure followed soon after, as Miranda's fingers flowed over the sensitive nerve bundle, the frequency of biotics increasing, stimulating the needy bud in most exquisite way. Liara was nearing her climax. Just a few more wonderful seconds...

And just like that, it was gone. The softness of the talented fingers, the hum of biotics and the wonderful feeling... all gone. Surely Miranda wouldn't be so cruel...

The sound of her voice broke through the haze of lust and confusion and, judging by the tone of it, yes, Miranda would be so cruel.

Mocking, the voice was, even if in the sweetest of the ways. "Surely you didn't think I'm done with you yet?"

Exhaling without opening her eyes, the asari couldn't help the undertone of bitterness creeping in her voice. "Why do you torture me like that Miranda?"

A peal of laughter, something to be treasured even now, given it's rarity. Would she not have been so high strung, Liara would file it away for her daughters to share with. As it was, it only made her want that mouth on her body. Any part, really, as long as those white teeth were biting something, or that wonderfully soft tongue was soothing the aforementioned bite marks...

That train of thoughts was derailed, when Miranda spoke again. "What can I say, I'm an evil bitch. And a thirsty one, at that."

Before she could wonder at the weirdness of that statement, Liara felt a trickle of very cold liquid trickle through the valley of her breasts. The hiss and arching of her back were a logic response to it, but the latter one proved quite detrimental to her, as it only sent the brandy flowing down her stomach and lower, only to trickle over her thighs before the sheets mercifully soaked it up and it mixed with her own juices.

Fate is a cruel mistress, but a fair one, as Liara soon found out, when her previous wish about Miranda's tongue became true. As the tip of it began following the trail of brandy down her body, Liara finally understood what the operative's plan was and she couldn't help to smile to herself. Of course, the smile didn't last long, as she felt her bellybutton being dipped, only for Miranda to move past it swiftly, on her way to ultimate treasure.

When she felt her clit being lashed by the warm and slick appendage, she was powerless to resist another scream tearing from her throat. The stream of wetness pouring from her azure was a natural extension of it. With her mind's eye, she could almost see the raven haired beauty smirking. But the sound of the velvety voice was impossible to miss.

"I could get drunk down here Blue... and I'm not speaking about brandy either."

Before the heat that was treating to overtake her cheeks could properly form, her bundle of nerves was once again enveloped in a pair of soft lips, while feeling a single digit penetrating inside her warm wetness. Half crazy with lust and desire by now, driving her hips downwards to meet the welcome intruder was the only course of action Liara could take. Hearing the almost imperceptible moaning coming from Miranda as she rode her mouth and hand was almost enough to initiate the meld. Were this Shepard, they would already be entwined in each others mind, she knew.

But this was not Shepard and regret it as she might, she pulled her consciousness back, focusing instead on the physical part of pleasure. And Miranda was certainly doing her best to provide her with lots of it. As her tongue and fingers exchanged places and Liara felt the slow, almost reverent lick upwards over her azure, joined with the pinching of her clit between fingertips she could take it no longer.

Even baring all the previous screams in this delightful night, this last one would leave her throat hoarse, that much was obvious. But she was beyond caring. It mattered not that Shepard, her wonderful bondmate was watching them, probably touching herself while doing so. In fact, that made the wetness pooling in her nether regions more abundant, if anything.

It mattered not that one of the hidden bugs in the crow's nest recorded all of it, sound and everything else included and she would get a notification marked as "Important" first thing in the morning in her inbox, something that would continue to embarrass and arouse her for many centuries to come.

It also didn't matter that maybe, just maybe, her paranoid mind imagined somebody was standing in front of the door, wondering what in the Reaper scoured galaxy was going on on the other side of the metal barrier.

Because when her second orgasm of the night overtook her, the Shadow Broker let everything else flush away on the waves of her ecstasy, riding it with abandon, not caring for anything else. Having the powerful, perfect woman between her legs, licking away at the moisture her delightfully abused body produced was all that mattered right now.

Slowly coming down from her height, the asari realized something else. This was also something she could use against Shepard. Say what you will about the Commander, but she was a competitive one. If she managed to hint, oh so subtly, that Miranda just might have been better than she was, Liara knew that Shepard would take that as a challenge and wouldn't rest until she proved her wrong. It would allow Liara for untold hours of pleasure.

And Liara knew she could be subtle indeed.

Just thinking about it sent a shiver of pleasure through her again.

"My, my... I really did a number on you, didn't I? Look at you, you're still shaking!"

It was only then that Liara realized something was missing and that something was Miranda's head between her legs. Finally lifting her head from the pillow, she saw the other woman standing up.

While Miranda usually cut an imposing figure, Liara imagined not many saw her like this. With a sheen of lust, passion and just a smidgen of pride in her eyes, the usually pale cheeks now colored with rosy tint, her chin glistening with Liara's own juices and her hair, usually so perfect, disheveled and wild.

She was looking more beautiful and sexy than ever.

Before she could form a proper reply, Liara noticed Shepard closing in on the Australian. She couldn't help but smile to herself.

"That's ok Miranda. I get the feeling we're about to get even."

Before Miranda could question Liara what she meant by that, she felt a pair of hands on her hips, followed soon after by a soft breath caressing her neck. She wasn't surprised that Shepard's breathing was accelerated. And once again, before she could say anything, she was cut off by the other woman.

"That was... fucking hot. So hot, in fact, you owe me a new underwear, because this one is thoroughly ruined. But as much as I loved it, there is so much more you could have done."

Her temper almost getting the better of her, Miranda willed herself to count to ten before replying.

"And pray tell Shepard, what else I could have done?"

The chuckle that followed was as infuriating as was erotic. When Shepard spoke again, her voice had an almost purring undertone to it.

"Don't get me wrong, it was a spectacular show. I mean, never before has anybody got me jealous of a fruit, for Pete's sake! And I really liked all the time you spent playing with her tits."

It came as no surprise to Miranda when Shepard's hand started migrating from her hips, upwards across her ribcage to finally cup her own breasts. What did come as a surprise is how gentle and soft the Commander's hands felt, despite all the callouses and all the years holding the gun. Now it was her turn to purr... which moments later turned into a yelp of surprise, when she felt both of her nipples being pinched.

She just knew that made Shepard smile, even if she couldn't see it. But the mirth in the commander's voice could not be missed.

"I see she's not the only one who likes it a little rough. But moving on... the neck. Now, humans may not have fringes like asari do, but the reaction is quite the same."

The sudden feeling of a warm and wet tongue on Miranda's neck felt almost heavenly, but Shepard's infernal mind had of course already come up with a way to make it better. When she felt teeth nibbling on her skin, Miranda imagined she knew just how Liara felt not moments before, as Shepard's ministrations were slowly but surely driving her crazy.

She'd sooner be damned than admit that to the commander, of course.

But when she felt Shepard's hand on her scalp, caressing the black tresses, it was all Miranda could do not to groan again. And of course Shepard couldn't keep quiet even now.

"Hair, crest... very different physiologically, but the effect of tender caress on either is very much similar. Of course, it doesn't have to stop there..."

As if to prove her point, the commander's fingertip landed on Miranda's earlobe, stroking it softly. The soft shiver coming from the Australian was everything that Shepard was looking for.

"You wouldn't know that, but asari have very sensitive ears."

Now it was Miranda's time to let out an indignant snort.

"Shepard... asari don't have ears."

She wouldn't expect that, but even after all this time, Shepard could still surprise Miranda in the most pleasant of ways. When she felt the soft and seductive pressure of the commander's tongue on her earlobe, she found it very hard to keep herself from jumping in surprise. The hot air, whispering in her ear, moments later, didn't help any.

"Well then... maybe I'm just testing how sensitive you are."

Miranda wasn't quite sure, was the groan escaping from her throat that of indignation or of lust? In the end, what did it matter? Shepard was pushing all of her buttons and with the memory of going down on Liara still being fresh on her mind, Miranda found herself relishing for more. The teasing was erotic, but if the pressure between her legs was anything to go by, she would soon require more... direct attention.

Of course, Shepard had altogether different plans for her. She wasn't quite sure how Shepard managed to do that, but those magical hands somehow found their way from her ear to her ass. When a sharp slap landed on her butt, she was powerless to resist the yelp escaping her lips.

"Don't be afraid to show them who's the boss. They love it."

"You're just looking for an excuse to touch my ass."

"Guilty as charged. But be that as it may, this concludes our course on pleasuring asari. Do you have any questions, Miranda?"

She would never admit it... perhaps not even to herself. But this "course" has left Miranda aroused beyond belief. As she turned around, her eyes finally met with commander's and she saw that Shepard really is wearing the smile that made her famous. Eyes glistening with a combination of mirth and lust, the commander cut a very dashing figure at the moment.

She was proud that her voice only wavered a little when she spoke again.

"Is there an exam to be had?"

The quick pecking of her lips came as an unexpected, but very welcome surprise. When their mouths once again separated, Miranda was almost positive that Shepard was breathing faster. But when she spoke up again, the commander was once again a picture of professionalism.

"I'm glad you asked. You will be expected to withstand the assault of an enemy, for as long as possible."

The confused look in Miranda's eyes was quite endearing. "Shepard, that makes no sense whats..."

The sudden feeling of finger on her thighs, pushing them gently apart was enough to shut her up. When she cast her eyes downwards and saw Liara's blue orbs looking back at her, combined with a timid smile on her pretty face... it was enough to make Miranda's cheeks blossom with warmth. When those talented fingers slid upwards, hooking under her skirt and tugging it higher, exposing her soaked panties to Liara's eyes, the blush became only more pronounced.

Liara, for her part, seemed to be captivated by the sight before her.

"Goddess Miranda... I never thought you'd be one for red underwear. But... it makes you so sexy..."

A single finger, drawing down her still clothed slit elicited a soft gasp from the raven haired beauty. When she saw the asari bringing the finger to her lips and licking it with obvious pleasure, she had to sink teeth into her lower lip, less she groaned even louder.

"And you taste delicious."

It was a simple statement and coming from Liara, Miranda knew there was nothing malicious to it. Maybe it was that simple reason that allowed her to relax into Liara's touch. Maybe it was just because the asari's fingers felt heavenly on her sex. In the end, it didn't matter. When Shepard's hands started kneading her breasts softly and one of Liara's hand moved her panties away, exposing her fully, she could only sigh contentedly. Eventually, she even found the strength to make her mouth work again.

"Just... whatever you do... don't stop..."

She was beyond caring. It didn't matter that she was basically begging, something that went against everything she believed in. As long as two pairs of hands exploring her body continued their work, she was content. It's had been too long since proper attention was paid to her needs and pleasuring herself in the darkness of the cheap hotel room only went so far.

And here she was, with two beautiful women, tending to her every need, without even asking for directions. Say what you will about men, at that particular moment, Miranda was certain they had nothing on women.

Her train of thoughts only went so far, before she felt a tender kiss pressed to the apex of her slit. Looking downwards again, she was enraptured by the erotic sight before her.

Never would she imagine to have the all powerful Shadow Broker before her on her knees, licking her like a five credit whore. And as shameful as that thought was, Miranda couldn't help but feel a measure of pride, mixed with lust, at it.

Shepard, thrice curse her, chose that moment to spoke again.

"She has a very talented tongue, doesn't she? You can tell me Miri, I've been there... and loved every second of it."

The soft, needy whimper was all that Miranda could offer in the way of answer. And yet, it wasn't enough for Shepard. When those devilish hands pinched her nipples, the mixed sensations of pain and pleasure made her squirm in Shepard's hands.

The satisfied groan coming from Liara let Miranda knew that the asari was enjoying herself. That wonderfully soft tongue, teasing at her entrance, followed by a soft kiss to her needy bud...

"Jezus Liara... I'm not going to last much longer if you keep up like that..."

"Oh, but we don't want you to last..."

Shepard again. Miranda decided she finally had enough of her teasing.

But when she turned around and opened her mouth to speak her grievances, she was suprised when her lips were claimed in a tender kiss, effectively cutting her protestations off. But much like the rest of the evening, Shepard was all about teasing and nothing more. A quick swipe of the tongue across her teeth, a brief, if enjoyable, battle of tongues and the warm feeling was missing already.

Everything Miranda took from the exchange was a warm feeling in the pit of her stomach, upon seeing the look of lust in Shepard's eyes. Even that didn't lasted long, as it was replaced by one of mischievousness.

"Look at her Miranda. Just... take a good look at my bondmate."

She had to swallow deeply before following the directions. And when she did, she immediately regretted her decision... while savouring it at the same time.

Many adjectives could be applied to Liara. Competent, beautiful, graceful, terrifying...

Seeing the picture before her now, Miranda was forced to apply another one.

Fucking hot.

With a sheen of sweat on her forehead and a deep crimson blush to her cheeks, eyes closed in pleasure and her lips wide open, anything less would have been an insult. The sounds, from deep groans of pleasure, to needy whimpers of lust only helped.

When the commander spoke up again, Miranda actually welcomed the distraction.

"How does it feel Miri? Knowing you have the most powerful woman in the universe doing your bidding? Isn't she beautiful?"

Crimson flooder Miranda's cheeks again.

"I... I don't..."

The soft bite on the tender flesh of the neck... nails drawn down her ribcage... a soft exhale, felt on her ear... all those feelings, combined with Liara's talented tongue, paying attention to both her entrance and the tangle of nerves above it... Miranda was rapidly approaching the breaking point.

And of course Shepard knew it. When she felt the commander's palm stroking her belly, Miranda was certain of it. And it was confirmed, not moments later.

"I can feel how close you are Miri. Let it go... for her."

For once, the voice held no teasing undertone, only tenderness and wistfulness.

The next sentence, whispered in her ear, was what finally sent Miranda off the edge.

"We both know she wants it."

Her orgasm was accompanied with a loud "Fuck!" Having Liara's talented mouth on her wet pussy and Shepard whispering obscenities in her ear, the woman's nails raking across Miranda's abdomen feeling every contraction of hers, Miranda couldn't have stopped herself, even if she wanted to. Instead, she let her enjoyment be known to the world with a loud cry of pure ecstasy, embracing the loss of control it brought with itself.

The rush of endorphins passed much too swiftly for Miranda's taste, leaving her shivering from the experience. Weren't Shepard's arms still enveloping her, she would likely fall to the floor. She was in equal parts grateful and embarassed by the situation, but couldn't dwell on it for much longer. The next surprise came when those same arms suddenly changed position, lifting Miranda and carrying her towards the luxurious bed. She was deposited on it moments later, with Shepard watching her over.

She was suddenly remembered why this woman was feared by so power coming from her could almost be felt. But there was also something seductive in her... it may have been her eyes, flashing pure lust as she regarded Miranda as her next conquest... as a piece of meat, almost. And despite just being on the receiving end of one of the strongest orgasms in her entire life, she felt heat pooling between her legs again.

Thus, it came as big disapointemnt when Shepard suddenly found her attention diverted elsewhere. Miranda imagined that if she was suddenly grabbed by a very horny asari and pulled into a kiss, she would have little other choice. Still, she couldn't help the disappointed frown forming on her face.

That was before the realization struck her.

Liara was between my legs moments before, therefore...

Was Liara doing it on purpose? Did she wanted to share Miranda's taste with her bondmate? Whatever the reason, the simple idea of Shepard tasting her, even if indirectly, was too much for Miranda. The two lovers seemed invested in each other, surely they wouldn't begrudge her...

Without thinking on it much longer, Miranda's hands crept lower, lifting her skirt with one hand and moving her soaked panties away with the other. The other two still didn't seem to be paying her any attention, their lips locked in passionate kiss, wandering hands exploring every inch of skin avalaible...

Two digits slipped inside her easily. She was ready for more, she knew, but there was nothing more to be had. The fast paced thrusting of her own hand would have to do.

Adding the third finger, ghosting over her sensitised bundle of nerves, with two already filling her pussy and the images of debauchery in her mind, it was only moments away when the second wave of blissful agony crushed over her.

She was proud of herself that she only let tiny whimper escape her lips. When a soft but commanding hand enveloped her wrist, she regretfully dislodgled her hand. But when she felt her fingers being enveloped by Shepard's soft lips and suckled gently a gasp escaped her. Their eyes locking with each other, Miranda saw the pure enjoyment dancing in Shepard's eyes.

She never imagined something as simple as this could be as erotic. It only lasted a couple of second, but the Commander's skilled tongue moving over her digits left her breathless. And when Shepard gave the very tips of her fingers a tantalizing swipe, Miranda just couldn't help herself.

Surging forward, she pulled her ex-CO in for a heated kiss. And though she could see surprise registering momentarily in Shepard's eyes, it didn't lasted long before the other woman relinquished herself to it.

It was over faster than any of them would have liked it and when they separated again, Miranda found herself blushing. That only intensified when she saw Shepard grinning again.

"Thanks for the show Miri. We enjoyed it, didn't we Li?"

Looking over Shepard's shoulder, Miranda could see Liara nodding with a radiant smile. All she could was offer a small smile of her own.

"Thank you Shepard. You two weren't bad either."

Before she could say anything else, she was surprised by a blue glow enveloping Shepard. It was impossible to misinterpret.

"Shepard... I didn't knew you were a biotic."

The surprise in Shepard's eyes was plain to see.

"Neither did I."

That was when a dainty blue hand appeared on Shepard's shoulder and moments later, Liara found herself seated next to Miranda, smiling in her bondmate's direction.

"You are so cute when you're clueless Shepard."

Looking over to the asari, Miranda was once again stricken by the unearthly beauty of what she saw. The coy smile gracing her lips, drops of sweat running down the valley between the full breasts, disappearing in the pool of wetness still coating Liara's thighs... all of it was enough to make Miranda lick her lips unconsciously.

That was before she was interrupted by the somewhat irrate voice coming from Shepard.

"What's the big idea Blue?"

The smile on Liara's face only grew at that, as she turned towards Miranda.

"Well, we did promise to punish you, remember?"

The question was meant as much for Commander as it was for Miranda, who felt her jaw drop in astonishment. She did, in fact, forgot. But at the same time, her imagination began working wonders. Feeling her lips curl upwards in a devious smile, the next question came easily.

"The stasis field was an impressive idea, I admit. But what do you propose for our captive?"

The coy smile from the asari sent a pleasant shiver down Miranda's spine.

"My bondmate is a woman of action. She likes to be in control of everything. Take that away from her and you'll make her suffer for sure."

A loud gulp from Shepard made Miranda redirect her attention.

"Oh no... you wouldn't..."

A ghostly touch of a blue hand across the Commander's cheek was everything Shepard got in response.

"Embrace eternity, Shepard."

Her eyes flashing the deepest shade of obsidian, Liara extende the meld between herself and Commander. The deed completed, she turned towards Miranda again, a smile gracing her blue lips.

"I am at your mercy now Miranda."

That left the Australian befuddled.

"What do you mean by that Liara?"

Leaning in seductively, the asari brushed a ghostly touch over Miranda's strernum, while whispering into her ear.

"The meld is a deep one. Whatever you do to me, Shepard will feel it... if a fraction of it, only. She will have a very hard time climaxing however... unless we're feeling really nice."

Her eyes widening in understanding, the raven haired beauty conjured a smile of her own.

"So, you mean, if I do this..."

Her hand glided gently over asari's lips, eliticing a sigh of content from Liara and a groan from Shepard. Both sounds intensified as Miranda's hand proceeded to glide over Liara's cheek and to her neck-folds, caressing them fondly. And with the rising of voices of both women being subjected to her touch through the magic of the mind meld, Miranda's smile grew ever brighter as well. She almost wished she could share the feeling of it...

Luckily, that train of thought was broken by Shepard's indignant huff.

"You're gonna pay for this... both of you!"

The enchanted smile on Miranda's face took a mocking quality.

"You're in no position to threaten us, Shepard."

To emphasize her words, the Australian's other hand suddenly began gliding over Liara's full breasts, all the while the tender ministration of the asari's neck continued. The sudden pinching of the erect blue nipple came as a suprise to both Liara and Shepard. Liara's lips parted for a sound somewhere between gasp and squeal, as pain and arousal mixed at the end of her nerves. Shepard, on the other hand, bit her lower lip, white teeth showing in an obvious attempt to not let Miranda show any sign of perceived weakness. When the moment passed, the Commander looked up, her eyes shining with a combination of lust and indignation. The next words were spoken barely above the whisper, yet could clearly be heard in the silence that enveloped them.

"Fuck you Lawson."

Miranda couldn't hold the smirk back.

"I bet you'd love to. But unfortunately for you, you're not the one who's going to be doing the fucking."

Deeming further words unnecessary, she lowered herself, allowing her lips a whisper of a kiss on the hurt nipple of the asari. That was enough to elicit another strings of soft mewls from Liara. Was it just her imagination, or did those eyes got darker still? Was that even possible?

The soft whisps of biotics left no room for doubt, however. Originating from Liara, they soon enveloped both of them, like the finest of silk. There was power in this, Miranda could feel. It was fueled in equal measure by love and lust, as well as more than just a little power trip: to have the most powerful woman in the universe, one feared by the Reapers themselves, under her control like this...

Were these feelings even hers? Did Liara meld with her as well? Was the asari even aware of it?

Did it matter?

The trembling muscles under her fingertips, fingers sliding over blue stomach, the ever increasing tempo of breathing as those wonderfully talented digits slided over her clitoris for the briefest of moments, entering her and stretching her in the most pleasant of ways, setting the sky on fire... she was on fire herself.

Who was "she" anyway?

"Oh god... so close... can't take it anymore..."

"Will you beg for it?"

"Yes... anything! Just... finish this... finish... me... I beg of you..."

The gentle joining of lips, followed by one final thrust and the world died with a scream, conjoined in three voices.

Coming to her senses again, Miranda found her eyes heavy lidded. She opted for keeping them closed for the time being. She was lying under a warm blanket, with a pair of breasts pressed against her naked back and a hand drapped over her shoulder.

She didn't remember getting under the covers and she certainly didn't remember getting naked. But that didn't matter right now. The closeness of two bodies did, however. She left out a contended sigh. Soon after that, she felt a hand gliding over her black tresses and not long after that, Shepard's voice floated to her ears.

"Welcome back to the world of the living, sleepyhead."

Despite the teasing undertone, the voice was laden with affection.

"Shepard... how long have I slept?"

"Long enough. Don't worry, that happened to me as well after out first meld. Just ask Blue."

"It's true. She was just lying there, sleeping... Goddess, I was so embarassed. I didn't even knew what to do."

Finally cracking her eyelids open, Miranda finally saw the beaming face of Liara in front of her. Her eyes were once again back to their crystaline blue. That brought a small smile to Miranda's lips as well.

"Liara... I thought I told you to stay out of my head?"

The smile waned a little at that.

"I'm... sorry Miranda. I didn't want to, but..."

"But you couldn't help yourself... I know. I felt it. Don't worry about it... it was the single most incredible experience ever."

She found the strength to turn her head towards Shepard.

"If you tell this to anybody, so help me, I will find a way to make you pay."

The only response from the Commander was a solemn nod. Reassured, Miranda turned back towards the asari.

"Sooo... how did I get naked? And Shepard? Last I remember, both of us were more or less clothed... what happened?"

She found a shy smile adorning Liara's face very charming.

"Well, after everything was over, you were, well... how do I put it..."

Shepard, always ready to help, supplemented mischievously.

"A mess?"

The glare from the asari shut her bondmate right up.

"Crass as she might be, Shepard has the right of it. You were sweaty all over and well... we just thought rest would be more comfortable for you like... this."

The violet was once again creeping into her cheeks, making Liara even more beautiful.

"There's only one problem with that... how am I supposed to get back to my cabin?"

Shepard sounded very innocent when she spoke up.

"You could try going like this?"

Miranda had to smile at the optimism displayed.

"Unless you want Joker crashing the Normady into the nearest asteroid belt, I suggest we find another solution."

"Good point... and I don't think we have nearly enough saline on board to threat the severe case of dehydration should Traynor see you. Perhaps it will be easier if I just lend you one of my old uniforms."

Rolling her eyes at Liara, Miranda had another question.

"Well, thank you for that. But what about Shepard?"

The shy smile on Liara's face turned into a smirk at that.

"Perhaps it's best if she tells you herself."

By now, she felt strong enough to rotate herself. So, with some regret, she did so, turning her back to Liara's inviting curves and focused herself on the Commander. Her eyes posed the question again and Shepard let out an embarrassed cough.

"Well, it's quite simple really... the last orgasm was so strong that I soaked everything through... and I mean everything."

Miranda felt her jaw drop, as the full realization of what the Commander had just told her sank in.

"And you have the gall to call me messy? Seriously, Shepard?"

The smile was back again, though a little subsided now.

"What can I say, you two can certainly put a girl in the mood for something like that. Be that as it may, I now have to requisition a new uniform, since this one is kinda ruined. In the best possible way mind you, but ruined nontheless."

Now it was Miranda's turn to feel mischievious.

"Or, you could try walking around like that."

"Haha... very funny Miri."

"Oh come on Shepard... think what it would do for the morale of the crew..."

"You know Shepard, I actually like that idea..."

"You be quiet Blue... you get plently morale boosts as it is."

Looking at each other, the three women found out there was nothing more to be said. The comfortable silence stretched for couple of minutes, before Miranda finally stood up.

"Well, I guess I should be going."

Suddenly at a loss for words, she turned back towards the couple still in bed.

"I... don't know what to say..."

Liara offered her a small smile.

"Then say nothing."

Shepard smiled as well.

"Yeah... just cherish the memories."

Miranda couldn't resist smile of her own.

"Always. Now... where is that uniform you promised me Shepard?"

The Commander pointed the way.

"Just open that closet, there should be couple of sets in there. You're welcome to help yourself to one."

A yawn broke her words.

"Now if you'll excuse us Miri, you kinda wore us out and we really need to get some sleep."

Without waiting for an answer, the couple snuggled closer together and within moments, the soft sound of breathing was once again filling the cabin.

Turning away from what felt like very personal moment, Miranda opened the closet and found herself in front of another surprise.

There was only uniform in there.

Her mind was working furiously. Was Shepard mistaken? Forgot about something? Something altogether different?

The best course of action would be to wake one of the two lovers and ask them. But she couldn't bring herself to do it. More was riding on the shoulders of these two than anybody else... they not only deserved the rest, they needed it.

The next thought came unbidden.

Has Shepard been punished enough?

No, she hasn't, Miranda decided with a smile, as she started putting the uniform on.

A/N2: thank you, to everybody who followed, favourited, reviewed. Stay tuned, since I have a lot more stories to tell. Not as sexy as this one by a longshot, but they will be done faster :) And don't be afraid to tell me your honest opinion... whether be a good or a bad one.