The Renegade Adored

Liara watched Hayden, as she hugged Kaidan on the docking platform, waved farewell to him. An unexpected shore leave while the Council gathered information. Crewmembers with families took the chance to go see them. Kaidan was taking the chance to see his estranged family, and Hayden - like Liara - had no one. Kaidan didn't want to subject her to his family, and was leaving her alone.
Liara watched Hayden as she watched the shuttle until it was too far away to see. Hayden straightened her dress uniform, checked the time. She had appointments for the rest of the day with various dignitaries.
Liara smiled to herself and walked back to the hotel. Humming a happy tune, she left a package for herself at the front desk. She went up to her room, took a long, warm shower and wrapped herself in a towel, put another on her head. Made sure that her feet were dry and she wasn't dripping an obvious trail. Liara picked up the ice bucket and left her room. Took the elevator two floors up, filled the ice bucket, and casually walked down to a door that wasn't her own. Waited a few minutes for the hotel staff to start their shift change and floor checks.
"Do you need help, miss?" The bellhop was completely distracted by her state of undress.
Liara held up the bucket. "Oh, it was so silly of me, but I've locked myself out. Could you - " she gestured at the door.
"Sure, miss, one second, let me... uh... This room is registered to - "
"Commander Hayden Shepard, of the Normandy. I know." Liara smiled sweetly. "I'm Dr. Liara T'Soni, also of the Normandy."
"Yeah, uh...." The boy scanned her, was completely uncertain what to make of this situation. Her identity checked out, of course.
"The ice is melting," said Liara helpfully and innocently.
"Oh, of course." He swallowed nervously, and overrode the security.
Liara stepped in and picked up the hotel key that was lying on the small table right next to the door. "I knew I shouldn't have put it down."
The boy grinned in relief. He was completely convinced now.
"Thank you again," said Liara, and gently closed the door. After all, he didn't need to know that Liara had watched Hayden for weeks, learning her every quirk and habit.
The bellhop went back to security, and reported what he had done. Liara didn't need to hear them to know what they would say.
"So, guys, I just let a half-naked Asari into Commander Shepard's room. Do you think that's okay? Should we tell her when she gets back?"
"Artie, if you ever have the chance to sneak a half-naked Asari into my room, do it. Don't ask questions, just do it."
"Yeah, but, I mean, is it okay?"
"Did you get the Asari's name and identification?"
"Yeah, she's the one from her ship. That doctor chick."
"I'm pretty sure the Commander will understand. It's okay, kid."
Liara settled herself on the couch, and waited. It was almost time.
Hayden yawned as she opened the door to her room. Stepped inside, stretched, tossed her sidearm and the hotel key on the table near the door. Her senses picked up the intruder and at the same time, told her it wasn't a stranger. "Liara?"
"Hello, Hayden."
Hayden just stared for a second, distracted by the sharp contrast between the white towels and Liara's blue skin.
"I thought you might be lonely."
Hayden looked at Liara scornfully. "Lonely."
Liara smiled. "Bored, then."
"How did you get in here anyway?"
Liara stood up, pointed at the ice bucket. "I brought ice. Oh!" The sudden movement disarrayed the carefully poised towel covering her body, and it slipped to the floor, revealing her glistening, naked form. "There goes my towel," Liara said ruefully. She didn't see Hayden move, just a blur of darkness, and Liara was pinned down on the couch, Hayden's hands on her wrists. Hayden's body, small though it was, perfectly positioned over her so that she could barely move.
"Liara," Hayden growled, "I'm not going to let you get away with this."
"Do I look like I want to get away from you?" Liara whispered.
Hayden moved Liara's hands together, pinned them down with one hand, using pressure on sensitive bones rather than raw strength to ensure Liara's compliance. With her other hand, Hayden pulled the towel from Liara's head, used her teeth to rip it into strips. "Move and I'll break your arm like a twig."
Liara didn't move, although she was sorely tempted to lick one of Hayden's pert little breasts while Hayden was poised over her. Hayden didn't strike her as the kind of woman that permitted such liberties.
Hayden quickly tied Liara's hands to the couch, using the ripped towel to make sure Liara's hands were both secure and comfortable. Hayden leaned back, checked her handiwork. The couch in this room was old-fashioned, the kind with heavy metal bars and knobs. The kind that makes easily accessible points of attachment.
"Can I move yet?" Liara was quite comfortable with this pose. Traditional, her hands over her head, a perfect display, stretched out for a lover's amusement. Her head resting on a throw pillow. Hayden's body pinning her, one of Hayden's feet, encased in black leather boots resting just in front of Liara's clit.
"No." Hayden used her biotics to pull the ice bucket closer, set it on the floor where she could easily reach it.
Liara stared wide-eyed, not sure what to expect, but eagerly anticipating.
Hayden helped herself to a chunk of ice, popped it in her mouth. Bent her head down to Liara's breasts.
Liara gasped at the contact, the contrast between the chill of the ice and the warmth of Hayden's lips. Hayden moved her tongue in a slow circle, trailing the cube of ice over Liara's nipple. Hayden pulled off her jacket and dress shirt, leaving her wearing only a bra top. Her movements, slight and precise, caused her leather-clad boot to brush tantalizingly over Liara, sometimes touching her, sometimes not, sometimes grinding right between Liara's legs. All the while, as if ignoring Liara's cries and gasps, Hayden continued to lick and suck Liara's breasts, moving from one to the other.
Without pausing in her attention to Liara's breasts, Hayden took some more ice from the bucket. Replaced the one in her mouth and continued teasing Liara's nipples with it. With the other, she began tracing random patterns down Liara's arm, moving from her armpit to her elbow, elbow to wrists, back down again, slowly and carefully.
Unable to resist, Liara thrust herself against Hayden's leg, trying to satisfy herself. Hayden smiled, shifted her leg so that Liara could work herself against the leather of Hayden's boot. But instead of holding still, she moved her delicate little foot around, teasing Liara's wet and swollen lips. Liara thrashed against her restraints in frustration, and Hayden shifted, dropping her body weight on Liara's hips and forcing her to lay still.
"I never said you could move."
Liara took a deep, shuddering breath and closed her eyes.
"Well? You disobeyed me. Say you're sorry."
Liara considered. She wasn't sorry, not in the least, and to say it would be insincere. She remained silent.
Hayden rose up, kneeling on top of Liara. Liara heard a buckle open, the smooth sound of a strip of leather over serge as Hayden pulled the belt from her uniform, the sharp crack of leather on leather as Hayden doubled it in her hands for better control. There was a moment of stillness, Liara wildly considering whether she really wanted to provoke Hayden like this.
A sharp hiss, the slap of leather against the tender flesh of her thighs. Liara shrieked in surprise. She had expected Hayden to move first, had expected another warning. The belt sang out again, landed on another section of her thigh. The blow wasn't particularly heavy, but it was sharp and it stung. The kind of blow that would leave welts rather than bruises. The next blow made her scream in pain.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I won't move until you say so! I'm sorry!" she screamed as more blows, well aimed and exquisitely painful, landed on her thighs. "Please! Please, I'm sorry!"
"You're a wicked little bitch, and you deserved it," sneered Hayden, but she put the belt down. Took another piece of ice and rubbed it on Liara's thighs where welts were slowly rising.
Liara shivered, tossed her head and tried not to buck under Hayden's hand. The ice was cool and soothed the pain, but Hayden's fingers slowly outlining every stripe on her thighs made her maddeningly aware of the sensations arising from every touch. Liara moaned, pleaded wordlessly.
Hayden grinned and slid down Liara's body. Pulled Liara slightly to the side of the couch, knelt, raised the shapely blue legs and bent her head down, but not before popping another chunk of ice in her mouth.
Liara gasped as Hayden forced the ice inside her, shrieked in ecstasy when Hayden used her tongue to keep it there. Hayden curled her tongue inside Liara, swirled it around the damp inner folds. Flicked her tongue against Liara's clit, licking and sucking it, making Liara thrust against her helplessly. Pressed her tongue against the bundle of nerve endings inside her that made Liara's entire body arch in a passionate response. Cool water from the molten ice dribbled out from Liara, mingling with her sexual fluids. Hayden lapped it up, flicking her tongue in and out like a kitten, tasting every inch inside Liara.
One hand moved up to Liara's breasts, teasing the nipples. The other held one of Liara's legs in the air, tracing welts, occasionally drawing new patterns with her short nails into Liara's skin. Liara twisted, forcing her body against Hayden's tongue and hands, but Hayden didn't seem to care anymore. Finally Liara couldn't take anymore, threw her head back, screamed as her body convulsed, her inner muscles contracting where Hayden's tongue was penetrating her. Hayden pressed her face into Liara's cleft again, swirling her tongue hungrily over the flood of new fluids pouring out of Liara.
Liara whimpered.
"What is it?"
"I want to touch you," Liara begged. "Please."
Hayden licked her one more time, dragging her tongue from the damp base all the way up to the shivering dark-blue nub at the tip. Hayden stood up, with smooth, graceful moves stripped off her clothes before Liara's lustful eyes.
Liara smiled slightly to see that Hayden was wet, licked her lips eagerly.
Hayden leaned over Liara to untie her hands, and this time Liara gave in, hungrily kissing Hayden's small and perfectly shaped breasts. She barely waited for Hayden to finish freeing her before she wrapped her arms around Hayden's body, kissing and caressing her.
Hayden smiled, wriggled down and kissed Liara. Liara drank in the taste of her own body on Hayden's lips, pulled her close.
"You're amazing, Hayden."
Hayden pulled Liara from the couch, and pointed her towards the bedroom.