Lez Be Honest (Liara)

Hours upon hours of staring at the monotonously immortal, the backs of shepherdless heads, days upon days of death under fluorescence, and how the Major despised it. With the knotted roots of oak she was fated to dwell, beneath not a cage but the air through which she would soar, so she shed her chains and allowed her soles to wander. Following paths of unknown she wound herself deeper into fairytale, and with each step she relished with arms outstretched, though the constant nagging to return to her duties, to her General, was enough to quell the peace. Liara and herselfwere close, of course, but Svet was sure an extended absence from where a Major's feet should be glued would not be in her particular favor, and so with a fleeting glance to whatever garden in which she had so softly fallen, she turned, and she left, mind instead on the droll of a workaholic's grander. She touched lightly on the men, specifically the cause's two newest additions of which proved themselves of rank - a Sergeant and Lieutenant, each of different art and each unseen by she herself; a task the lady Major took not lightly, and so she mentally scheduled a time and place for their inevitable meeting. She lingered on training, on supply, on her outings to the forbidden in search, in denial, until her thoughts grew jumbled and her cherry lips would flush as she bit them. She would find herself delving further into this mundane before, with a shrill chirp of a child's laugh, she was awoken at the gates of Canivale, and with the blanched boards of pier below her sheathed toes. Although the situation called not for her abandoned self and though the thought of slipping through masses of exuberant bodies was not necessarily a pleasurable one, her eyes watched unmoving as her hand reached for the gnarled rust of handled entry, and she became one with the crowds.

No matter she wished it, Major Svet did not blend in. She was sure, in fact, that hiding amongst such mindless creatures was near to impossible if not already, and so instead she embraced her certain visibility. Her hair untethered would slice past unknown skin as the wind would will it, and the sun would send her arms, her neck, her chest aglow, sending teasing kisses, so that no ink would dare shy from its grasp, her face untouched by color, and her boots would thump and her chin would jut and her fingers would turn to twine as she laced them to the small of her back, and she walked like a soldier; a very small soldier. Her head would turn lazily as she would survey, as she would watch in silence, in awe and disgust, her nose no higher than the level of a simple woman's collar, until an open space, a bubble, a haven of peace by the pier's tattered railing was reveled, and she squeezed past sinew and sweat until her elbows hung over water and her face was met with salt, and she sighed. She closed her eyes to warmth in the shadow of the Ferris wheel, shedding her jacket so that her shoulders may bask and the white to her tank top may breathe, and stood like a soldier alone until her better judgment would pull her back.

The days had been long, calling for Liara's undying attention and devotion. Many nights she stayed way past her due time. Headaches and coffee became her closest companions. Hours behind the computer, condensing files, differentiating fact from fiction. After long hours, all the words seemed to jumble together. Resting her head in her hands, elbows on the desk, she released a deep sigh. She closed her eyes and rubbed the front of her forehead. Slamming a fist onto the desk, she threw a file from her desk. She stood from her chair and walked around the office. She stared out the window, looking down to the human city streets. People walked about their way, minding their business, working their asses off, and even worked the corners. Yes, in this day and age, prostitution was coming back, no matter how much she tried to stop it. She moved to the window, stopping before it, as she rested her hands out to her sides, propping herself against it. She took a deep sigh when her phone began to ring. She sighed and moved from to her desk, turning from the real world, and back to her personal hell. Pressing the speaker button, she spoke, "what?" As the voice came over the intercom, it told her more news of her having to stay there even longer. Grabbing the base of the phone, she throws it against the wall. Liara sits back into her seat and rubs her head once more. She was not staying here again, not for another long night. It was a Friday night, and she needed to get out there. She stared at her monitor, but her eyes pulled her attention to the framed picture beside it. Touching the frame, she grabbed it in her hand. Caleb smiled to her, but she knew she would never see his smile again. All she had were memories and pictures. That was all she had left of her deceased husband. Tears welled in her eyes, still loving him, even though years had passed since his last breath. She knew she would never love another man. He had been the only one for him. His death was the reason she tried harder in her career, against all races that were not human. She hated them. One for killing her brother, and her spouse.

Hours passed and the light from the street lights could be seen from her window. She sighed and turned off her computer. Gathering her things, she moved out of her office. As she walked down the halls, she noticed all the lights were off. Last one to leave yet again. She walked to the elevator and stepped inside. Traveling down the shaft, she stared at the ceiling, thinking of where she would go on this beautiful summer night. Once she was outside the building, she looked to a light post speaking of a discount for going to Carnivale. After looking at her watch, she decided she had enough time to change and head on over there for a couple of hours. They had cheap beer and amazing food to help relieve her stress. She walked to her car, getting in the driver's seat and drove to her home. The mansion was a large place to be living in all alone. She had once shared a place like it with Caleb, but only recieved this place free with her rank. She deserved it. As she moved inside, she placed her things on the kitchen counter and headed for her bedroom, stripping her clothes as she made it along the way. Nobody lived with her, so it was alright. She jumped into the shower, rinsed off some of the stress and her sweat. When she finished, she stepped out and dried herself off. When she walked into her room, she moved to her underwear drawer, pulling out a lace thong and push-up bra that matched. As she put the items on, she turned on the music in her mansion. It rang through every room, as speakers were installed in every room and connected to her receiver. She danced in her bedroom as she chose a tight fitting pair of jeans to compliment her ass, and a blue, white, and grey plaid button down shirt. With no shirt underneath, she buttoned it down to the very top of her black bra was exposed. Her breasts sat perfectly in the shirt, exposing the perfect amount of cleavage. She moved back to the bathroom and brushed her hair, then drying it more for her iron to aid her natural curls. Once she was done, she smiled to herself in the mirror, never using make-up as Caleb always said she looked her best without it. Leaving her house, she drove to Carnivale.

As she arrived, the bright lights of the rides illuminated the area. She saw children running around, causing trouble no doubt. Young couples decided to exchange tonsils by the pier and families rode the rides together. She pulled the attention of many males, but they did not receive any back. She had only loved one man and he was now dead. There was nobody else for her now. She moved to the ticket counter and purchased her ticket for the night. She moved about the area, looking at all the people. One person caught her interest as she walked however. She was alone, all by herself, not enjoying the amusement park, but staring off into the water. Quietly, she moved over to the other's side and smiled as she stood beside her. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" she asked as she turned and looked to the female at her side. As the lights from the Ferris wheel reflected on her face, she finally realized who this woman was. It was Svet, her Major, her right hand. She was so beautiful in her civilian clothes. After all the years they had been working together, they had never once hung out outside of work. It was unprofessional and highly frowned upon. But meeting by chance, was entirely different. As she looked over her Major, she started to notice things about her, which she had not noticed before. "It is a pleasure to see you Svet, but why do you come to Carnivale and not enjoy the rides? Would you like a beer? It's on me."

She was startled by the nearly immediate presence that had found themselves by her side, more so by the lack of notice on her part to their approach - though, and just as quickly, the air was filled with calm. The stranger's voice was gentle, feminine, though edged like a blade with a certain confidence; a voice that could've belonged to anyone, though to the Major, only one. Svet's palm rose into the shallow dip of her jaw, cupping a cheek as her head turned in the direction of the inevitable, and smiled. "It really is," she said, breathed with but a whisper of hollow air past her lips, watching as her General eventually turned and she was recognized, blissful revelation in her eyes. Still draped over the railing with little gracefulness, Svet's raised hand stiffened and struck once at her forehead with a single swoop, a teasing salute, before it fell to hang from her opposite arm, what light that bounced from the Ferris's rolls revealing the stark white to her grin. "Lady General," Unconsciously, her fingers reached for the hem of her jacket, to pull it down, to wipe out its crinkles, to cover the such of an unsightly civilian, a soldier's nakedness, but her fingers touched nothing but emptiness, and instead her shoulders remained bare. "A surprise, but always a pleasure. I wanted a little scenery along with my procrastination, though I'm not one for rides. Not when you don't have anyone to hold your hair out of the way afterwards, anyway."

For the first time in years, Svet was unadjusted to the appearance of her single superior. Expecting the respectability, the sensibility of a General, her lingering glances lingered just a bit longer as this new light woke, stirred and rose to life with fervor, and how it suited. Liara had always been beautiful, of course, however unreachable, and the Major knew just how flustered her men - the boys - could get in her presence, but what she did not notice was how she had reacted when placed in the same position. Due to her less than orthodox sexual preferences and the doubt that the General shared in them, Svet had never pursued the temptation, though that did not mean she could not greatly enjoy her company; her ravishing company. In a quick motion she swung her jacket over her shoulder, its rough fabric swinging with pleasing caresses across her spine, its shallow dips and swells, and she pivoted with a silent thunk to her boots, an inked hand bringing touch to the length of Liara's arm as she reached through their divide, the movement natural, the closeness unnoticed, and the red to her lips spread across her skin like wildfire. "I could so go for a beer right now."

Hearing her accept the offer for beers, Liara smiled and motioned for her to follow her. They walked along the path to the vendor selling the beer on tap. Looking over the option, Liara chose Bud Light. "Can I get two Bud Lights please?" she asked the large man behind the bar. Watching him for a moment, she turned to Svet and gave her a smile. "It really is a pleasure to see you out here. I always just kinda figured you were a homebody... Not that I am not a homebody, I just never figured you would be out here... I guess.." Liara immediately felt a little foolish in front of her Major. It was a bizarre feeling but it welled inside of her and she could not help it. Luckily, the beer came just in time. She handed one to Svet and took some cash from her pocket. She handed it to the man and took her change in return. As she stuffed the extra money into her pocket, she sipped from her beer, taking in a pretty big drink. It was refreshing to be drinking adult beverages again. At work she focused on drinking water and other healthy crap her nutritionist had suggested to her. Everything she put into her body was either packed with nutrients and void of sugar. It was fun to have a beer every now and then. But she knew she would be working it out of her body the next day on the running track. If she ever took a cheat day, that was what she always did. Liara found fitness to be a top priority in her own life, as well as in her troops. They had to be fit to fight and if they were not, it would be problematic. As thy moved from the stand, she decided to bring up small conversation, something to get Svet's mind off the idiot remark she made. "How have things been for you? Not too busy I hope. In the last week, I sent the Lieutenant out to do some recon on the other species, so hopefully he will come back with good news. Sergeant Loch has been helping the new troops, one I hear will be a Medic and the other an Airman, so our force is growing more and more." She took a sip of her drink, remembering that not everyone loved to talk about work after work. As they walked, Liara noticed a stand with a large white unicorn with a pink and blue main and a yellow horn. It was a large plush toy, something she would love to be able to win for Svet.

Smiling to her accomplice, she looked to the stand. "Do you think I can knock down all six bottles?" she asked Svet. She looked back to the stand and smiled as she made her way forward. "Step on up! Try and knock them all down! All with one Ball. You have three chances, that is right folks, three chances!" Liara walked up to the stand as she took her money from her pocket. "I will try it." she said as she stared at the carny. The male took one look over her and then Svet, "for a kiss, I can go ahead and just give you the prize you choose.." His eyes mulled over Svet more so than Liara, which pissed her off. Liara placed the money on the table. "Just give me the softballs." The man smirked and gave a soft chuckle, handing her the three large balls. Liara picked up the first one. She closed her eyes and took a step back. As she did so, her right elbow pulled back, holding the ball in hand. Turning her body to the side, she turned her head to look at the milk bottles. Taking a deep breath, she lifted her left knee and crossed her leg across her body as she threw it straight into his crotch. As the ball made contact with his scrotum, he dropped to his knees and cupped himself. "Oops, looks like I missed..." Liara chimed as she gave him an evil snicker. Taking the second ball, she wound back and threw it just as she had done the first time. This time the ball smacked right in the middle, knocking all the bottles over. One of the bottles fell and smacked him in the face. Feeling the pain from both objects he whimpered. "I am just going to get this unicorn here," she spoke as she grabbed it. The carny dropped to the ground, and writhed in pain as he moved from side to side. "Take what you want, just go.." he mumbled. As they walked away, Liara picked up her beer and handed the gift to Svet. "Here you are. Anything else you want to do?"