Liara has a few hours to kill.

Liara sat within her cabin, her bank of monitors coming back online as she reestablished her contacts as the Shadow Broker, though her network remained largely offline. She sighed softly as she did as much as she could and crawled onto her bed slowly, fading into the eerie blackness of sleep for the next few hours.

[[Author Disclaimer: After this point, the rest of this chapter is not an inclusion in the story, and is only meant for erotic pleasures and not the story itself. It was rewritten by the original creator of the story. But please enjoy the scene!]]

After many long hours of work, Liara shed her uniform and crawled into her bed. She was planning on curling up into an exhausted heap and drifting off. Until, that was, her door slid open.

"Liara." Garrus purred as he walked in slowly, the soft clanking of his metallic boots resonating through the cabin. The door automatically closed behind him.

Liara sat up. She made no attempt to shield her nakedness from him. Two long campaigns on the Normandy had left them very comfortable in each other's presence.

"What is it, Garrus? I'm exhausted, but I have time..." As she eyed him, her thoughts drifted to Shepard.

Garrus seemed to sense this. The turian sat down next to Liara, putting a reassuring shoulder around her flawless blue skin.

"I know what, or who, you're thinking about. It's been keeping me up as well. We should've been there for him, at the end. He was my best friend..." The scarred warrior brooded.

Liara could sense just how shaken Garrus was.

"We'll see him again soon, Garrus. We have to believe that." Liara said, doing her best to reassure him.

"Yeah, yeah, you're right." Garrus agreed. Straightening up, Garrus made to leave. However, Liara caught his arm.

"We both miss {M_first_name} so. In my culture, it's not uncommon for friends to find solace in each other's arms." Liara explained.

"Casual hookups? In asari culture? Get out." Garrus said glibly. Rolling her eyes quickly, Liara leaned forward and put the turian's smart mouth to rest with a kiss. His mandibles clicked, indicating surprise, albeit not an unwelcome one...

"It could be hours until we're in Earth space. We need not be lonely." Liara said breathily. Garrus deliberated for a moment, but before too long he was returning Liara's kiss and holding her naked flesh close. As he stroked and carressed her, a shiver of delight went through the naked blue goddess' spine. She felt a pang of envy for Tali, a fortunate woman to be able to enjoy this on a more regular basis...

As they kissed, Liara deftly helped Garrus out of his armor. It wasn't long before he was on his back in her bed, as naked as she, his cock throbbing, pointing towards her.

Garrus was an incredible lover. Energetic and generous. But he was not the Commander. She longed to feel Shepard's softer pink skin under her hands as she rode a man, to feel the gentle prickle of his stubble as she kissed.

No, this was merely to sate their appetites, to feel a little less alone in a world that had grown darker since Shepard had left it.

Vakarian was experienced as well. It didn't surprise Liara. As he gripped her hips, thrusting up into her, she thought of trembling maiden-stage dancers, saved from some cruel fate at a criminal's hand. They would offer themselves to the dashing Archangel who'd delivered them from ****. He would nobly refuse initially, but prove unable to resist the allure of blue flesh in the end. Liara was not sure it had gone like that, but it made an alluring fantasy.

As she continued to ride Garrus, Liara threw her head back, crying out as the smooth, steady stimulation the turian provided brought her to orgasm.

Vakarian held out a little longer, his hands roaming and reverentially appreciating Liara's body until she overwhelmed him. Groaning in satisfaction, Garrus released his seed inside her dark blue pussy.

Their bodies covered in a healthy sheen of sweat, Liara slumped off of Garrus' crotch and lay by his side. Coming down from the fleeting exhiliration, Liara was remembering how tired she had felt only moments ago.

"That was... That was..." Garrus trailed off.

"Yes, it was." Liara smiled, giving Garrus a peck of appreciation.

"And there's no risk of...?" Garrus inquired.

"None. We didn't meld, you recall?" Liara reminded the turian. No, that was a pleasure she was reserving solely for the Commander, now. And of course, anyone who stumbled upon an intact Prothean beacon.

"Good. I don't know if I could live with myself if I had to watch Shepard raise a dashing blue daughter with a thing for high-powered sniper rifles." Garrus guffawed.

Liara giggled.

"That's not going to happen." She asssured him. It was doubly impossible, after what she and Shepard had done in London...

It wasn't long before sleep claimed both Garrus and Liara. It seemed like they had been awake since before the Crucible fired...

-

When Liara awoke, a warm body in her bed next to her, she almost thought Shepard had been returned to her, or that all the events since that night of unbridled passion in his cabin had been a bad dream.

It wasn't until she opened her eyes that all the memories of her time with Garrus came flooding back.

Doing her best not to wake him, Liara extricated herself from the turian's warm embrace and padded, barefoot, over to her monitors. The Normandy still hadn't returned to the Sol System. She had time to work on bringing the rest of her information network up. Something told her they would need it.