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Life aboard the Normandy was better than most ships, it was a highly advanced models with many amenities that allowed for a comfortable living experience for all those aboard. There was also the funding which gave the crew some of the finer things, and thus for the most part people were happy with their lot aboard the ship in space. However that was not true of some. The high stress lifestyle cause a great deal of tension between many of the crew members and with a mix of aliens and Cerberus operatives, two groups which ordinarily didn't mix, only more stress compiled. Miranda Lawson was one such crew member, someone who found her role quite stressful, though nobody would ever know it by looking at her, Miranda never looking anything more than calm and controlled. In fact Miranda was a control freak and expected everything to go the way she wanted it to, which was generally the right way, at least to most people, and she generally got her way. One reason was her personality, she was highly intelligent, confident, and quite cold in order to maintain the superior image she had worked so damn hard to achieve. So while she found her role aboard the shit high stress she created the same feeling for many of the other people aboard the ship.
One such person, and perhaps the person most disposed to blowing up in the presence of the Operative, was Jack, Jacqueline Nought. She was an individual that was more prone to blow up than anyone else, she hated Miranda, or at least seemed to, and with a decent mix of good reasons and nonsense. Jack by all accounts had a right to hate Cerberus, the organization had turned her from an innocent child into what she was today, Subject Zero, a name nobody dared call her but summed up what had been done to her quite well. Jack had been put through a countless number of unethical tests and trials to turn her into a killing machine, to advance her biotic ability and to twist and tear at every emotional pillar she stood upon. So when she exploded or got upset with Miranda there was little that could be done by anyone on the ship, especially with Miranda sticking to a firm policy that Cerberus was not at fault and that rogue scientists ruined her life, and nobody could really be sure what was true.
Their fights had caused much turmoil on the ship and there wasn't a moment where one of them wasn't ready to go for the other person's throat. Then again they had different approaches, Jack yelling and screaming and Miranda remaining calm even in the midst of their arguments, which only served to further infuriate Jack most of the time. One such example of this was earlier that day, when Jack busted into Miranda's office and demanded more than she had a right to, which by the end had turned in to a biotic standoff where Miranda did what she always did, denied and refused to put fault on Cerberus. In the end it was Shepard who ended it but it was the worst of all the fights between Jack and Miranda and had Miranda frustrated beyond belief.
For Miranda frustration wasn't to be shown in front of others, only in rare moments did she let any real emotion seep through and she had never truly relaxed with another person, ever. Sure there were moments where she would be more genuine than others but nothing else even close to having her guard down. So it wasn't until Jack had been done away with and Shepard left, that she locked her door and went over to collapse in her chair. Her fingers pinched the bridge of her nose and a small growl of frustration escaped her lips. Shepard had scolded her before she had left, given her a little 'Would it be so bad to admit Cerberus fucked up?' before leaving her to her own thoughts. Miranda couldn't rebuke, there was no much to say when she had answers nobody else did, but her loyalties were to Cerberus and Jack was not someone she gave a damn about. Then again the stress wasn't all Jack's fault, Miranda's job brought with it enough stress and responsibility to be manageable by only her alone, Miranda's superior genes and natural abilities making her solely capable of doing so much work for both Shepard and the crew as well as the work she was responsible for on command of The Illusive Man.
Besides Miranda herself caused much of her stress and friction all on her own. She hadn't been with another person since before arriving on the Normandy, she hadn't even pleasured herself since arriving, and while she had grown accustomed to having no special anyone it was a hindrance when combined with all the other stress in her life. That translated into cocky and sarcastic statements, antagonizing of her favorite punching bag Jack, and a general harshness that made her few to no friends aboard the ship. After a few moments Miranda arose from her chair, a huff escaping her lips as she straightened herself out, the short moment of unwinding being coiled back up as she made sure she looked presentable, which was more aptly defined as perfect, and went back towards the door. She still had things to do, she had to go see a few Cerberus crew members for updates and then she had the training Shepard had made mandatory, something she never really enjoyed, especially since she had yet to lose against any of the opponents Shepard had pit her against, in fact nobody had even come close. At least it gave her a chance to stroke her own ego and it would be a distraction from all of the compiled shit she had to deal with. Yes, she just had to finish a few more things and she could go get in some exercise before going back to her room for a bit.
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Save your anger for the Collectors.
That sentence had become Jacks mantra ever since her fight with the Illusive Mans precious little lap dog.Fucking Miranda LawsonJust the thought- of the Operative made Jack clench her fists and tremble in poorly contained rage. All she wanted was an apology- out of the bitch. Not even an apology really, just an admittance! For someone from Cerberus to accept responsibility, to actually say- that what had happened to her and all those other kids had been horrifyingly wrong. And what does the Ceberus bitch do? Turn around and tell her it wasnt really Cerberus. Fuck that noise! Cerberus facility, Cerberus uniforms, Cerberus funding to start it up; dont tell her it wasnt fucking Cerberus!!
HRAAAGGGGHHHH!!! Jack roared as she launched a powerful biotically charged punch into the wall of the bulkhead.
Save your anger for the Collectors.
Shepards words helped her calm downsorta In reality it just made another sentence bounce around her head: Dont be late for PT, Jack! The Commanders reminder from earlier this morning redirected her anger towards irritation. Yeah, she was late to everything, so what? Why be in a hurry to go die? Jack sighed, hopping up off her cot, her boots making a softthudas she hit the grating. She stretched out her thin, wiry frame and took a deep breath. Thereshe felt a little better. Now maybe she wouldnt kill anyone on her way down to the Hangar Bay for her scheduled sparring session. Hopefully she wouldnt run into Miranda. It was so hard to resist punching the Operative in the face whenever she had to lay eyes on that womans insufferably cocky smirk.
Gyahif she had to watch that genetically engineered ass alluringly sway back and forth one more damn time
This was the problem with the Normandy: its like a prison. Its a small space, crammed with a bunch of bodies belonging to other fucked up people that you dont want to sleep with because theyre probably crazier than you are. But theyre badasses (and everyone- wants to fuck the badass, no one wants to sleep with the nice guy), some of them are incredibly attractive (like Ms. Perfect Tits Lawson). So now Jack was caught up in this weird place where she didnt know if shed one day want to get Miranda screaming in agony or ecstasy.
As Jack walked through Engineering to get to the elevator, she couldnt help but think that equating the Normandy to prison was especially true today. The energy in the halls felt different It was like right before the inmates start rioting. Theres a sort of strange buzzing of energy in the air but no one is saying anything. Everyone is exchanging sidelong glances, like they know- something big was about to happen. Butshe wasnt that part of that -everyone, and she wasnt a part of itthat meant that she was the guard.AhfuckSomething was going to happen and she didnt know what it was. She pushed the button for the Hangar Bay again, cursing the elevator for how slow it moved. When it finally stopped on her floor, she began looking for Shepard. The Commander would know why the crewmembers aboard the ship were giving her funny looks and whispering after she passed them, like something big was about to happen.
Thoughshe didnt find Shepard. At least, not before she found the schedule for todays PT.
FUCK! Jack yelped as soon as she got down to the bottom of the page, skipping through all that exercise crap and finding the part that listed their sparring partners..What the fuck is this shit?!She couldnt stand Miranda. She hated- Miranda. And now she was going to have to spar with her?! Sparring meant she wasnt allowed to kill or maim! (Rules that were imposed by Shepard that neither her nor Grunt were happy about) How the hell was she supposed to not smear blood all over the walls with Miranda as her opponent?!
I see youve figured out who your partner for the day is. Shepard smiled, appearing out of nowhere behind a very frustrated looking Jack.
This is bullshit. Jack growled, rounding on the Commander. Shepard didnt even bat an eye as Jack huffed and puffed in her fury. Kasumi, Tali, Garrus, even Shepard herself (as annoying as she was) didnt incur Jacks anger the way Miranda did.
No, its not. You both have faced everyone else, its time to spar against each other. And-, you both are strong biotics. As Jack opened her mouth to protest, Shepard cut in again. -AND- you need to learn control. Youre an amazing biotic Jack, theres no doubt in my mind about that. You fight with your instincts and have raw power. But Miranda has tempered that power, shes technically refined, her moves are precise, perfectly executed you could really learn something from her. So yes, she is your sparring partner today. And no, this is not open for negotiation. Shepard finished, her voice firm. Sometimes, she felt like she was talking to a teenagerthough she supposed, between Jacks lack of childhood and all the time the young convict had spent frozen in cryo, she pretty much was.
Jack growled as she glared at Shepard. Part of her wanted to keep arguing, but she could sense that she wasnt going to get anywhere. So in an attempt to save face, she turned around and stormed off towards the make-shift sparring ring so that she could wait for her opponent.Wellat least that bitch wont be able to brag about being undefeated anymore.
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People tended not to stare at Miranda, she could see glances and some perverted looks but nobody ever made it obvious, which was simply because of who she was. Yet as she finished her rounds and headed towards the training area people did stare, they looked as if they knew something she didn't. For a moment she considered getting to the bottom of it but as much power as she had on the Normandy there was Shepard above her and Shepard had made it clear she wasn't to be late to the training, and had made it extra clear for this specific day. So Miranda held her curiosity and ignored the onlookers, going about her business and then heading to where they trained. Honestly Miranda enjoyed the training, she didn't always enjoy having to give up her time on those days where she didn't have any to spare but the exercise was welcomed and there was nothing quite like winning in combat that felt so freeing, at least not something that was readily available to Miranda, not on the Normandy. As nice as it was there were drawbacks to being cooped up on the ship and one of those was lack of diversity and real privacy, which just never changed besides the rare shore leave, though one was not too far away.
For the time the sparring was going to be her little release, and a much needed one after her day. Ever since Jack came to pitch a fit she had been in a slight mood, not that it was easy to tell but she was irritated. So she needed to relax, and fighting would do that, even if it wasn't Miranda's first choice, even if it was a bit barbaric. She would just have to make due, humor Shepard and make the best of it. Yet nothing was ever so easy and as she arrived at the board she simply sighed, that arrogant look of hers not faltering even as she found herself upset. Why did it have to be Jack? The one woman who would only increase her stress and frustration. Then again as she stood there she began to think, sure it was training but that just meant she could smack the woman around a bit and relieve some stress that way. Yes that would work nicely and she instantly perked up, though only internally, externally she was as calm and collected as always.
She then walked over to Shepard, now understanding why so many eyes were on her as she made her way through the ship, and looked at the woman, giving her a 'really?' look to which Shepard only smirked. Then she looked over to Jack and gave an arrogant little smirk of her own. "Well at least you showed up on time, I'd hate to miss the chance just because you didn't make it in time." Miranda obviously believed she had it in the bag, and like usual people would be watching their sparring match when it was time, to which Miranda had it in mind that she would be humiliating Jack. Then she shrugged as if she didn't give a damn and looked to Shepard, who just kind of shrugged as well and walked to where she usually stood, calling everyone over to get started on the beginning exercise. Really there wasn't much before the sparring, the fights were the big draw in for the PT and Miranda was of the same mindset, she didn't give a damn about anything else, she could stretch and train in her room and in her mind she was the strongest one in the room, except for Shepard of course, at least as far as straight combat went.
So when Jack went storming off towards the sparring ring she just smirked and looked to Shepard who sighed and nodded, it seemed they would be fighting first, which probably meant she could get back to her room earlier once she won, because why would anyone go through the bullshit after fighting? Miranda was definitely gorgeous, as she walked to the arena she had that confident sway that attracted the eyes to the body that was as perfect as everything else about her, that plump ass on her incredible hips, a toned but unmistakably feminine figure, amazing breasts, and a breathtaking face. Everything about Miranda was impeccable, from her hair to her toes and everything in between. Paired with her fighting abilities and intelligence she really was impressive and a good deal of people wanted her, in fact a majority of people. So nearly everyone was watching her, even before the fight started, watching her hips sway as she made her way over to the make-shift ring and stepped inside, going to her corner and stretching her limbs a bit.
After a moment she looked up, eyes confidently staring at Miranda and taking a few steps forward from the corner. She said nothing however, just gave the look that made it clear who she thought would win, and waited for Shepard to announce the fight. And that she did, she waited and soon enough Shepard was giving a little introduction, to add to the fun, their impressive stats, their specialties. Miranda prepared herself, focusing on Jack, eyes peering up and down the woman's impressive body and knowing it wouldn't be easy, though she was confident she had the win in the bag. And then it happened, Shepard called for the start of the match, it was on and Miranda chuckled, inciting Jack to bring it on, knowing she would be coming and not about to try and be the first to make an aggressive move against someone like Jack, though that wasn't necessarily the right choice, and Miranda didn't really think about how the skills between them would be a tad different without guns, the non-lethal nature not lending to firearms, which were one of Miranda's strongest points. All she had were her biotics and close quarters combat skill, it would be enough, she was sure, but she was quite ready for whatever came, watching Jack closely, knowing what kind of woman she was, and honestly ready to continue what they had started, ease some of her frustration.
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Jack had zero interest in doing any physical training today, she just wanted to spar now that she knew that she'd be up against Miranda. Besides, Shepard knew that she trained on her own all the time anyways; it wasn't like it would be a punishment if she got assigned some extra exercise to complete later. After all, she liked constructive uses for her time, she could only stare at her ceiling for so long before she got bored. Jack didn't have any responsibilities on this ship, not unless the Commander took her out on a mission; and so a lot of her time was spent exercising in her small 'quarters' or here in the Hangar Bay. But she wasn't just a work-out meathead like Jacob that did 500 sit-ups a day and polished guns. She was a little more complex than that... Jack actually liked to -read- when she wasn't training or contemplating her escape from this ship. And she had researched Alliance biotic training techniques, as well as asari ones (which were boring and seemed to just rely on a lot of meditation). She had a good grasp of all the technical shit even if she didn't practice it herself. So if Miranda thought that she was going to win this just because she 'knew what she was doing', she had another thing coming.
Keep smiling bitch, well see whos grinning like an idiot when I bust up that pretty little face of yours.Jacks lips curled into a maniacal grin as she envisioned Miranda with a fat lip and a black eye. The younger biotic was so wrapped up in her fantasy of beating the Operative into a bloody pulp that she was barely paying attention to Shepard as the Commander ran through their stats and specialties. Neither of them had been defeated, except by Shepard herself; and even then, those had been very- close matches. But this fight was different, this wasnt just a normal little training exercise for bragging rights. Jack was going to be fighting with everything- she had because she wanted to knock Miranda down a couple of pegs and show her what humility and embarrassment felt like. Because the Operative was just so- smug and cocky that Jack couldnt help but hate her for being so unappreciative for all the things she had in the privileged life she had led.Thankless little bitch
Dont worry Cheerleader, I promise not to make too much of a mess as I take your Undefeated title away. Jack smirked as her eyes traveled over her opponents body in an attempt to size her up. Miranda probably had a good 20lbs on her, just in ass and tits alone. But they were about the same height, which would mean theyd have about the same reach if it came to exchanging punches. Jack would be stupid to not acknowledge that her nemesis probably had some muscle lurking around; despite the genetically engineered good lucks, Miranda had been engineered to kick some ass.
But what Jack lacked for in breeding, she made up for in conditioning.
At first glance, the Convict looked like a major threat, if only because she had a shaved head and tattoos covering every available piece of skin that she had. But look at Jack a little longer and one might notice that she was thin-; half starved from her stint in cryostasis, and still looking like nothing but skin and bones months afterwards. You could clearly see her ribs if she breathed in too deeply. There was barely enough fat on her for her body to give her proper breasts. So yeah, it sucked when she got hit; if for no other reason than she lacked cushioning to help dull blows.
But Jack thrived- on pain. She had been conditioned to enjoy the soreness that came from a good fight, to feel high when she was the one dealing out blows. The smell of blood and sweat made her entire body tingle with warmth and anticipation, knowing that a killing blow was near Unfortunately with Miranda, Jack have to stop right before the killing part; which was almost painful for her to deal with. It was likehaving really- amazing sex after a long dry spell but not getting an orgasm out of the deal. Her high from fighting would inevitably come crashing down, leaving her angry, horny, and incredibly dangerous later today.
Butthat was only if she won
Her fists hummed and crackled with blue biotic energy and the young biotic could already feel the need to fight gnawing at the base of her skull. Jack needed to burn off her pent up, primal energy somehow, and soon, before she became reckless during the fight. So she began to launch Shockwaves at Miranda, one after another, lighting up the entire floor of the ring with biotic impulses that traveled along the floor, making the reinforced grating tremble with energy as they sped towards the Operative. Jacks movements were automatic, natural, instinctual. And it just felt-fantastic-. Every time she used her powers, her body would start to feel warm, tingly. And so she inched closer, relentlessly firing off Shockwaves towards Miranda in an attempt to keep her on her toes. Jack desperately wanted to get closer so that blows could be exchanged. Hand to hand combat always gave her such a greater high than killing with her biotics or her shotgun.
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Jack was just a hothead and as she stood there with that look on her face that conveyed her intentions Miranda just smirked. She was so easy to read, such a predictable person in some ways even if her actions were at times unpredictable, and while a lot of people found her intimidating that was not a problem Miranda was plagued with. In fact Miranda found her unstable and childish as opposed to intimidating, almost seeing her like a child which was one of the reasons she acted the way she did towards Jack. Then again the girl was young and from her life she wasn't as mature as she could have been under other circumstances. Regardless of that knowledge Miranda constantly pissed her off and pushed her sensitive buttons, played at Jack's emotional instability for whatever reason. Truly she had never thought about it, her and Jack simply didn't get along, perhaps it was Cerberus being such a tension point or just their personalities conflicting but there was constant sparks between the two just ready to blow into something like what had happened earlier in the day, which had honestly taken longer to happen than Miranda would have guessed seeing as they were both locked on a ship with each other.
However there was much to see even if Miranda didn't find her intimidating, Miranda's eyes wandering up and down Jack's body. She was definitely young, and there was a definite feminine figure to Jack even if she seemed to be doing every possible thing she could to cover it up. Miranda's eyes quirked up as she took in the tattoos and baggy clothing, both were uniquely Jack's and eye catching in an odd way, though more than anything else her incredibly skinny frame was highly noticeable. She seemed to have no fat on her, a decent deal of muscle and the possibility of curves but nothing as her bones poked through her skin. It was unhealthy really and the thoughts of her being a kid popped into Miranda's head again, if she wasn't she would be responsible she would eat and take care of herself. Regardless it all just made her look into Jack's eyes and gave her a little 'pfft' dismissively pushing away the little taunt Jack had sent her way as if it was an impossibility.
One of Miranda's many jobs on the ship was to know even detail about the crew, from the chef to Shepard and everyone in between. That included Jack and while she was impressive in her own way Miranda wasn't worried, Miranda was confident she would defeat the women. Hell Jack's strengths were far outweighed by her weaknesses. Sure she was perhaps the most spectacular aggressive biotic Miranda had ever met, her destructive potential was incredible, not that Miranda would ever fucking admit it, but she lacked refinement or precision. She was weak defensively, her ability with weapons was limited to a shotgun and close quarters combat, and while her hand to hand was well above average it didn't make up for some of what she was lacking. Then again she hadn't seen Jack go hand to hand too often, only against Shepard but from how well she kept up she had a feeling Jack was easily one of the strongest hand to hand fighter on the ship. That meant she recognized Jack's talents but she didn't fear them, especially when she was well aware of her own talents as well.
Miranda had been genetically modified to be perfect, from looks to intelligence and strength. She was meant to excel at absolutely everything and she had confidence she could outwit and outfight Jack, even if she had an instinctual almost animal like strength to her fighting style. So when Jack's fists began to hum and crackle with biotic energy Miranda smirked and bent her joints, just enough to be ready to move out of the way of whatever came first, because she was sure it would be some destructive biotic attack, of that there was no doubt. Shepard and all of the onlookers were just as interested in the first blow, everyone watching Jack as she stood there, wondering how she was going to go about fighting Miranda, who everyone knew was a talented combatant, most people simply expecting the same aggressive all out attack that she was so accustomed to. A brute approach to Miranda's elegant approach to combat.
When the first shockwave came Miranda nodded, she had expected it enough to agilely moving a perfect step to the side to avoid it, a perfect movement with no waste or extra energy. It was just like Miranda to dodge it perfectly. For a few more she did the same but she had noticed Miranda moving slowly closer and she was rather interested if Jack had an actual plan, if he string of shockwaves were to allow her to get in close where she no doubt believed Miranda would be useless. Unfortunately she was wrong, and Miranda's pride got in the way of her even considering she would have a tough time in close quarters. So she smirked again as her own hands began to glow blue, though her energy seemed so much more controlled, a compact strength that had an intimidating feel to it, especially as she stepped to the side of yet another shockwave and countered with a throw of her own, attempting to send Jack flying and at the same time moving quickly towards the woman, an idea of slamming her against the edge of the ring or to the ground and coming down with a biotic smash coming to mind.
Miranda wanted to humiliate Jack, to show her who was really superior among them, a fact Jack didn't seem to understand yet was that she wasn't as tough as she believed, at least that was what Miranda had deluded herself into thinking. She didn't think Jack would be able to do much against her when it came down to it and as her hand shimmered with blue, in preparation for another attack as she closed the gap or simply as a strengthener for a punch. Those watching, especially Shepard, seemed surprised that Miranda would be moving in, it wasn't exactly her style but when she had no weapon and no overwhelming biotic advantage, Jack's raw biotic power having enough power to have her believe trading biotic blows to be a waste of time, especially when she wanted to get the training over with and put Jack on her ass, perhaps Jack being one of those rare people who could get Miranda to indulge in emotional responses even if they were more subtle. "I'll show you why I'm respected and you're just considered an annoying kid." She mumbled, she was going right at Jack, her blow targeted at Jack's stomach, she was going to knock the wind out of her and end it.
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Jack knew that Miranda was excellent when it came to evasive maneuvers, so she didnt entirely expect any of her Shockwaves to hit her (maybe clip her, if Jack was lucky). But it was making the other biotic dance around enough so that Jack could slowly make her way closer and closer. The Convict was positive that she could beat Miranda if she could just get her hands on her. Because lets face it: the older woman was a goddamn pussy. In firefights shed always be in the back, safely shooting her shitty little pistol from cover or throwing nauseatingly precise warps at enemies. The fact that the Operative knew how to do biotic slams had surprised the hell out of Jackbut the younger woman wasnt particularly worried about that. Miranda was still a pussy that probably couldnt take a hit. Hell she probably hadnt ever been smacked around, period. So if Miranda was a smart pussy, shed stay the hell away from Jacks fists.
But apparentlyjudging by how Miranda dared to move forward and close the distance between them, she was a fucking cocky idiot. Jack had spent over half of her young life fighting in a pit that was even smaller than the ring they were in now. And that brawler-style of fighting had followed her everywhere she went; through her late teenage years as she committed growingly more violent crimes, all the way to her early 20s spent in prison. She knew- that she could beat Miranda this way, and now she was positive- that she could do so, because Miranda didnt even seem to entertain the idea that maybe- she could lose.
Big mistake
If there was one thing that Jack knew how to do, it was how to take a hit. She saw Miranda wind up with a blow aimed for her stomach and instead of dodging it, she stiffened her abdominals, tightening her muscles so that they absorbed the brunt the blow.Fuck thats going to leave a mark later
Nnngrf. Jack grunted, faltering for a moment but quickly regaining herself. As much as it hurt to get socked so hard in the gut, all Jack cared about was the fact that Miranda hadnt been able to crush her diaphram and knock the wind out of her. And now, most importantly, Mirandas entire body was right infront of her, less than a foot away. She quickly grasped the Operatives wrist in an iron-tight grip, yanking her closer so that they were chest to chest.
All fights eventually end up on the ground. Its just a fact. Someone gets knocked out and lays there unconscious, one person gets thrown and has to fight from the floor, or both fighters end up struggling and rolling around all over the place. If Jack could control how they went to the ground, she knew that she could get Miranda. So she hooked her one leg around Mirandas and then abruptly let her own body go limp, forcing an off-balance Miranda to bare Jacks weight and put them both on the ground.
No onerespects you. Jack grunted as they struggled around on the floor. They fear you, barely. They fear Ceberus more. The younger biotic growled as she struggled to try to flip Miranda onto her stomach so that she could climb onto her back and have the upper hand. Jack was very spry and scrappy, and she was very well acquainted with her own bodys limits. For example: she wasnt particularly strong, not as strong as a man anyways, but she knew how to move so that she wasnt using her muscles but was instead using her entire bodys weight.
You are nothingwithout your stupid fuh-fucking Cerberus to hide behind. Jack was panting now, her body covered in a thin sheen of sweat as she finally managed to get Miranda facedown onto the floor and quickly scrambled to lay down ontop of her and force her to bare her weight. The entire time they had been struggling, Jack had refused to let go of the delicate wrist that had belonged to the hand that punched her before. Now she yanked that wrist up, forcing Mirandas arm behind her back and pulling it upwards so that it strained against her shoulder from the unnatural angle.
Cry mercy. Jack snarled into her ear. Say it or Ill break it, Princess. To emphasize her point, she applied a touch more pressure to Mirandas arm, enough to make the ligaments and tendons in her shoulder scream in protest.
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Arrogance had always been a problem for Miranda but truth be told it had never hindered her. Throughout her life Miranda had always been better than other people, she was superior to all her peers when she was younger and as she grew up it never changed. Even at Cerberus, a place where only selected people were brought in she found herself a grain above the rest. It was simply who she was, she had no reason to think anyone could surpass her in any aspect, and the only person who she had come to terms with having that ability was Shepard. Sure Miranda still had some things over Shepard but as a whole Shepard was the more superior combatant and leader, the type of person Miranda was coming to respect, which was rare for her. Yet nobody else had Miranda convinced they could surpass her, even with the fact that Shepard had recruited these people for being above other people in their areas, similarly to Miranda. In fact Miranda hadn't even been selected like a good deal of the others, she had been sent to watch over everyone. Now that arrogance was going to trip her up, Miranda was about to learn there was a reason Jack had been chosen to be alongside her as one of the Normandy's crew.
It was odd really, Miranda knew Jack's skills, she had the files and data, she was there for a reason, and yet Miranda continued to think she was superior, and even that she was predictable. Then Jack changed all of that and she did so very quickly, she did something Miranda didn't understand, didn't even really agree with, but found herself impressed. Instead of dodging or countering the attack she took it directly and Miranda felt the strength of the muscle stopping the full effect of her attack. She swallowed hard as she knew what was about to happen as Jack looked relatively fine after the blow. It was one of those situations that having a plan didn't mean a whole hell of a lot because she had left herself a bit open by going on and thinking that landing the blow would end the fight, it had not. Instead her arrogance had led her into a situation she may not be able to come out on top of, a notion reinforced as her hand was grabbed by Jack's iron grip.
Miranda snarled as her hand went to the one hold her own to attempt to rip it off but before she could complete any real escape motion, Miranda relying on technique in close quarters combat over instinct or power, she was yanked closer and chest to chest with Jack, her breasts pressed against her opponents. Before she could do anything, or even growl in frustration she found herself knocked off-balance and taken to the ground by the young woman. "Fuck..." She muttered, unable to regain balance and stop herself from falling, Jack getting just what she had wanted. Then, to make it worse, Jack decided to rub salt in the wounds she was causing with each successful move she hit Miranda with. Respect was important to Miranda and while people did fear her she knew respect was there as well, especially with many people such as Shepard and many of the crew. However it pissed her off to be told nobody respected her, that it was all fear, all fear of Cerberus, especially when it was true at times. So she growled, sending an elbow into Jack's side as hard as she could, a greater strength than one would expect her to have, and spoke in a voice on Jack would hear. "You seem to be mistaken, people do have respect for me, it's you that they fear, you and your psychotic bullshit."
Miranda's bark was followed by another swift bite as she punished Jack as she attempted to get an upper hand, growling as Jack once again attacked her for being nothing without Cerberus, a statement that was a joke if someone thought about how talented she really was. However Miranda had been helped tremendously by The Illusive Man and Cerberus and it was a big part of her identity which allowed even something so ridiculous to piss her off. "Mercy? And why the fuck would I go and do that?" By that point Jack had Miranda in a position she wouldn't be getting out of but Miranda refused to give up, even as her arm was screaming out in pain for her to give up, even if she had to grit her teeth to stifle a cry of pain which would have still been audible to Jack as a muffled groan. She was still struggling as much as she could against the situation, Miranda was attempting to hit the younger woman, to buck her off, and to free her arm but it was only serving to further hurt her and Jack wasn't going to go down quick enough for it to end on good terms for Miranda.
Seeing this Shepard walked over, "It's over Jack, get off of Miranda." Her voice was calm but loud enough and she soon stepped into the ring and reached over, grabbing Jack and helping her to get off of Miranda, knowing that sometimes Jack's battle vision had her ignore everything else. Of the two combatants Jack was not only more skilled but she had a desire to hurt and win that was beyond Miranda's, she had an ability to take every fight seriously and have a ruthless mindset, and as much as Miranda could concentrate she saw training as training and not as severe, even if her pride demanded she win. Even when Jack was dragged off of her Miranda just laid there for a moment, she was humiliated, in pain, and completely destroyed by the loss, especially with Shepard making her surrender, basically saying she had completely lost. Yet laying on the floor didn't lessen her humiliation and soon he stood up and straightened herself out, looking over to Shepard and giving a small nod before leaving the room, having to do her best not to storm out looking obviously distraught.
She managed to make it out though, leave the room and all the amazed eyes at the sight of the proud, 'perfect' Miranda Lawson knocked on her ass by Jack. A few people were even laughing and muttering, saying how Miranda wasn't as great as she thought she was, and others were just amazed that Miranda had lost at all. Miranda herself was as close as she came to wanting to throw a fit, to break something or hurt someone to reclaim that power she had just been stripped of in front of the whole crew. So she went back up to her floor and made her way to her room, going inside and closing the door before letting out a very frustrated growl. She had just lost to Jack, of all people it had been the rash and reckless Jack, the young woman who she had always made sure to keep in her place had just reversed the roles. There wasn't much that could calm her down but the last thing Miranda was going to do was remain covered in sweat, she still had control over that and after releasing some of her frustration she grabbed a spare uniform and stormed off towards the shower, not able to look anyone in the eye so soon after her uncharacteristic failure.
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She had to give it to Miranda: she was definitely stubborn as hell. A normal person would have probably thrown in the towel by now, but the older biotic was willing to put up a fight until the end. Jack could definitely respect that. That sort of perseverancewhether it was spurred on by pride or an urge to be the best was actually kind of sexyFuck, stop squirming! GYAAAHHHH stupid fucking Cerberus Pavlovian experimentation bullshit!!!Jack was screaming inside of her own skull, becoming infuriated by how her body was betraying her as she tried to soak in this moment of victory. As Miranda wriggled and bucked underneath her, trying her best to throw Jacks wiry form off of her, the Convict could feel her bloodlust turning into sexual lust.
Dont moan. Dont moan. Dont motherfucking moan!
Mirandas ass felt absolutely -incredible- as it rocked back into her pelvis, giving just the right amount of friction so that the tingling she felt all over her skin suddenly concentrated itself right between her legs. It was everything Jack could do to control herself; to bite back moans that threatened to come out unbidden, and to keep her body from bucking forward in an attempt to seek more of the delicious little bit of pleasure she was receiving. Her only saving grace was that Miranda kept throwing elbows which caused Jack to grunt and groan in pain as she struggled with the Cerberus operative, trying to get her to submit.Heh, this bitch is really so stubborn shes going to make me break her arm.
Jack had an image to maintain. She couldnt just not- break Mirandas arm, then shed look like a softie. But all the confusing signals running though her mind and body were making her hesitate. She wanted to break her arm, she needed- to break it, needed to hear the sound of ligaments tearing, of bones crunchingit would keep her high going. But now her damn vagina was distracting her; her entire lower half seemed to wish that things were different, that Jack was hooked up to a sensation-transmitting strap-on and fucking Miranda so roughly that the Operative would scream in pleasure rather than pain.
It was maddening to be caught somewhere between high and horny.
Thankfully Shepard broke up the fight before Jack did something stupid like try to get Miranda out of that damn catsuit so she could start marking that porcelain flesh with rough bites.GAAAHHHH!!!The young biotic was running on instinct. Her pupils were dilated, all her senses were heightened, and all she wanted was to be ontop of Miranda again, though the part of her conscious mind that was still running knew that was a very, -very- bad idea.
Shepard held onto her as she struggled for a moment, needing to be restrained from pursuing anymore fighting, the sweetest drug that Jack could possibly get outside of some crazy alien shit thatll blow your mind on Omega. Even as she came down from her high, her head was buzzing with that damn warm, tingly sensation. She tried to stay for more of PT even after Miranda left. But whoever said that exercise relieved sexual tension was a goddamn liar, because the more she worked out, the more wound up she got.
I need to go.... Jack muttered to Shepard after the ache between her legs had grown so bad it had almost become painful. She needed to go take care of herself before she pounced ontop of someone. Probably Shepard, because everyone else she couldnt fucking stand. Jack wasnt into aliens, yeah shed tried it, but she hadnt liked it. And sleeping with a Cerberus drone? Forget about it. Even she wasnt that desperate.
Alright, go see Chakwas. That elbow to the ribs looked like it really hurt. Dismissed. Even before Shepard had finished properly dismissing her, Jack was mobile. She was heading out of the Hangar Bay and towards the elevator so that she could stop by her floor to get a change of clothes and then hit the showers. You know the best part about being a tattooed ex-Convict? No one wants to share the communal showers with you eveerrrr. It was like the women aboard the Normandy just knew- when Jack was in the shower and avoided the bathroom at all costs, as though they were afraid that some sort of crazy lesbian jail scene was going to happen.Pffftstupid bitches.Yeah, she treated sex casually, but she wasnt about to sleep with one of these Cerberus lap dogs. Even deranged psychopaths have standards.
Jack hurriedly grabbed a fresh change of clothes and then headed up one level so that she could get into the showers for a little private time. She groaned softly as she heard the sound of running water. Wellwhateverwhoever it was would probably just split as soon as they saw Jacks tattooed form in their peripheral vision. She wasnt shy about her body, not one bit. So after setting her spare clothes off to the side, she quickly stripped down to nothing and tossed her old clothes down the hamper chute. And then she rounded the corner, only to be treated to the sight of Miranda Lawsons perfect rear and slick body covered in water.
Son of a bitchAll she wanted, was a little alone time to deal with her needs, and now Miranda was here, ruining yet another thing that Jack wanted. Masturbating infront of someone else was a little crude, even for Jack. So she needed someway to get Miranda out of hereShitShe knew that the Operative would be stubborn and stick around to show that she wasnt afraid of Jack in the showers. She wouldnt turn tail and run like all the other woman aboard the Normandy did. So maybemaybe she could do something to make her uncomfortable and retreat to her office so that Jack could have the showers to herself?
The gears started to turn and the best plan Jack could come up with on such short notice was to infringe upon the Ice Queens personal space. As far as Jack knew through the grapevine, Miranda didnt keep any lovers. So she was probably uptight, frigid, and would probably swallow her pride and retreat if Jack made a pass at her. And if Miranda freaked out and tattled to Shepard about it, then Jack would just get another scolding that included this is a military vessel, not a prison playground yadda yadda yadda.
Feeling as though she had nothing to lose and everything to gain, Jack silently snuck up behind the Cerberus Operative. She grasped Miranda tightly by the hips and pressed forwards, fitting the front of her wiry body as snuggly against Mirandas more curvy one as she could.
Feel like going for round 2, Cheerleader?
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Miranda was absolutely furious and even as the hot water washed over her she was completely lost in her head. She had always had a complex, as much as she would never admit it she had a need for control due to how little she had in her life previously. The need to control everything led her to need to be the best, so that no matter the situation, no matter how hopeless or difficult a situation could get that she could overcome and keep it all under her realm of control. Every aspect of her life had that aspect to it, she took care of so many things simply because she couldn't stand to let others do it, unable to trust them completely. With Shepard it was a bit different, Shepard was skilled enough to trust, but even then she had a tendency to check over everything, to make sure it was all being handled well enough. This led Miranda to train harder than almost anyone else despite being so naturally gifted, she trained and studied, worked and did everything in her power to keep it all together. And yet it wasn't enough, it was never enough and on days where she was reminded of that fact she felt it pretty hard, those emotions she kept so bundled up seeped through and she found herself unable to control herself completely.
That was how it felt to be defeated by Jack, a person who by all means didn't really try. Perhaps it was the difference where, however twisted it was, Jack had a passion for combat, for fighting and beating others in combat, for killing. Whatever it was it had led to Miranda feeling that helpless feeling, being trapped beneath the young woman, humiliated in front of the entire crew, her reputation being smacked around and there was nothing she could do about it, she had been utterly crushed. An uncharacteristic rash decision had led to her losing, undefeated going out the window, Jack defeating her, Miranda had been writhing on the floor beneath her like a bug trapped in a glass. Just thinking about it had her gritting her teeth and she wanted nothing more than to find a way to put Jack back in her place, regain that control that had been ripped away from her, and not allow her arrogance to lead to something so ridiculous as moving in close when she knew her real strength was tactical and range, not brawling with someone who enjoyed the thrill of hand to hand combat like Jack.
She growled to herself in the shower, washing her hair with her usual delectable smelling shampoo, sweet but subtle enough to fit her character. She was about to wash the rest of herself when she heard footsteps behind her, another person coming to shower. Miranda was not shy around other people, she was elegant and refined but that didn't mean she was ashamed to allow others to see her body, she had no reason to be. So she ignored it, continuing on her own business, not giving a damn who else was in there, though she was slightly upset about losing the private time she had so desperately needed after the humiliation. She simply hoped they didn't strike up a conversation, Miranda wasn't really up to talk to anyone, more so than usual. Then again nobody ever really talked to her, Miranda was the Ice Queen and people had learned they wouldn't get much from her with casual conversation and were generally intimidated enough not to bother, though now after her defeat that could have changed.
What she hadn't been expected was Jack however, one of the few people aboard the ship who had no fucking problem speaking to her or getting close to her. Jack was the last person Miranda wanted to see, she didn't want to talk to the woman who had just made her look like a weak fool in front of the entire ship and she snarled, especially when Jack grasped her tightly by the hips and invaded her personal space. "Round two? Are you fucking joking?" Her voice was cold, angry, more emotional than Miranda ever got in front of another person, or at least it had been some time since she had sounded like that. She snarled again, reaching down and grabbing Jack's hand to remove it but not being able to be so civil, instead she gripped it tight and flung it off, doing the same to the other before turning around slowly and glaring at Jack, anger swelling up inside her.
"You probably feel so proud of yourself after winning but guess what, you shouldn't be. If we were using weapons, in an open space, with any form of strategy other than who has the manlier body you would have lost. I mean you have the tactical sense of a child and the marksmanship skills of an infant..." She looked Jack up and down and gave a small smirk but said nothing. In truth she actually found Jack quite attractive. On the rare day where she was in a good mood and not entirely stressed or immediately taunted by Jack she had found herself staring. Hell Miranda was pretty damn sexually frustrated though. Something about Jack was strangely sexy though, her small breasts were cute, hot, the tattoos gave her a bit of a dangerous feel and fit her quite nicely, the shaved head worked oddly enough, but really it was her natural beauty and youth that allowed it to all pull together in a feminine way despite her many efforts to make it appear otherwise. She was in no mood to flatter Jack, not that she ever would aloud but her mind quickly pushed it away as well, her hands going up and pushing Jack away from her.
"Now how about you show some common decency and not feel up another woman in the shower. Think you can accomplish that or is it beyond your abilities?" She didn't wait for an answer and instead just snarled and turned back to the water and walked beneath it, her body still needing to be cleaned. Miranda's pride and anger had her dismiss Jack when she should have been paying far more attention. Jack was not the type of person to simply give up, Miranda knew that and yet in her angered state, where she needed as much control as she could get, she found herself figuring her little display would whip Jack in shape. Then again she wasn't completely done, she did have one more thing to say, even if it was a dumb thing to do, she just couldn't help herself at the moment, Jack brought out the worst in her, and by that it was the side of her with less control, that let her emotions slip, Jack just had that effect on her, to piss her off. "Then again I guess you were never taught manners... Perhaps then you would have turned out better." Miranda didn't even really mean it, in fact she regretted saying it the moment she had, even for her it was horrible, but she didn't apologize or show remorse, she simply went about her business and continued on so she could get away from Jack as soon as possible, still irked about the loss.
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Jack didnt seem too distraught by Miranda roughly plucking her calloused hands off those curvy hips and flinging them away. The young biotic knew that she was sort of an acquired taste. Plus shed never expect a girl like Miranda to actually go for her, never in a million years. But she had- expected that the older biotic would turn tail and run once her personal space had been invaded. Leave it to Miranda to fuck up all of Jacks plants for some quiet, much needed masturbatory time in the showers.
Yeah, well, we werent- using weapons and it wasnt- an open field with tons of cover for you to hide behind so that you dont have to break a nail. Jack smirked, trying her best to look confident, even though the way Miranda was running those cold blue eyes over her tattooed body was making her uncomfortable. That look she was getting from he older biotic was making her skin crawland she wasnt exactly sure why. Maybe it was because Jack was totally naked and now every flaw of her body felt even more pronounced now that she was in the same space of someone that was the pinnacle of feminine perfection.
Maybe that was why she was always trying to hide her own femininity; she just couldnt pull off that like Miranda could.Nah
Jack aware that she was a femalebut the whole female image just didnt work with the one that she was trying to build for herself. She wanted to seem tough, rugged, and emotionally distant, the same way that men did. But without her baggy pants, it was impossible to hide the feminine flare of her hips and cute, toned bottom. And when she was this close to another person, she was aware that her doe-eyes made her look innocent and younger. Fuckshe hated her eyes and how weak and innocent they made her appear.that was why she always wore so much mascara to give them more of a smoky, sexy look. Or wore a scowl on her face so that she looked like a mean bastard, just like Zaeed.
Jack visibly stiffened at Mirandas final comment. The Operative was right, she had never been taught manners. You know why? Because she had been kidnapped by Cerberus doctors at the age of 4! Jack growled, a deep, animalistic sound that made her chest rumble with the same fury that was causing her fists to shake.
Attacking an opponent from behind was beneath her. And so she roughly grabbed Miranda by the arm, forcing the Operative to turn around and face her.
You are a real fucking piece of work Cheerleader. The younger biotic hissed. If Miranda thought that she had seen Jack angry before, it was nothing compared to how he appeared now. Even if the experiments on Pragia were really a rogue group, the fact is, you still fucking separated me from my family and kidnapped me when the program was just starting, when it was still Cerberus. Jack seemed to flinch slightly at the word family, as though saying it had left a terrible acrid taste in her mouth. So dont you dare- complain about how Ive turned out when this is your precious Cerberus fault. Because I can show you how much worse I can be.
Jack had danced along the line of humanity and monstrosity for most of her young life. But the thing that had always separated her mind from that of a serial killers was the fact that she had never killed for sport; there was a conscience in there, somewhere. Yeah, innocents had gotten caught in the crossfire and had perished sometimesbut each and every person that had died by her hand had been marked with a tattoo somewhere on her body. Every kill was there; she was a walking memorial wall.
Thoughright nowshe wouldnt mind killing Miranda just for the hell of it; the Operative wouldnt even warrant a tattoo on Jacks body, shed just be a forgotten memory. So what if Shepard spaced herit would be worth it.
You want to know why Im stronger than you? Because I have been kicked down to the absolute bottom and have survived. Jack growled as she pushed Miranda backwards, hard enough to knock her into the cold tiling of the shower wall. But youre weak because everything is handed to you because daddy gave you the best genes. Ive actually earned- my place here, on my own.
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There was a hint that Jack had expected a different reaction from Miranda after her little come on, perhaps having foretold Miranda scurrying off like any other person aboard the ship would have. Unfortunately for her Miranda was neither in the mood to play along nor gave enough thought to Jack to go running off just because she had arrived and decided to infringe on her personal space. That would only go so far of course but a few pinpointed words were enough to satisfy her need for revenge of some sort after the unwanted contact. Then again after she turned around she found her mind lingering, the sight of Jack's hips and cute little ass from her mind. The tattoos didn't ruin or detract from it at all, even her small breasts were adorable and with Miranda unable to control herself after so long without any sexual relief, she just couldn't push the image out of her mind. Even those eyes and lips, innocent and incredibly appealing, even if every time those lips parted they managed to piss Miranda off. It was an interesting reminder that appearance and personality were often not in sync, for Jack that was especially true, her cute body outweighed by that offensive ill-mannered mouth of hers.
Then again, Miranda had a feeling Jack could pull of cute in her own special little way, she just wasn't and it was most likely for lack of trying whatsoever, in fact she obviously tried to be tough and unfriendly. Such an example was what happened next, enough to get Miranda scowling as she was forcibly turned to face Jack again. What Jack was saying was true though, Cerberus, even if a rogue group had been the ones conducting the tests, had taken her, but Miranda didn't really give a damn, she had become rather numb as far as empathy went, her own life and work with Cerberus causing her to be rather desensitized. The idea of people suffering didn't have any affect on her, she could shrug it off and allow it to happen if her own goals were met, she could watch innocents die to complete a mission, and while it wasn't something that came naturally she had become quite adept at pushing any emotion she had beneath the surface of her ice cold wall. Something had changed since being with Shepard and the Normandy but she was still far too cold and calculating some times, weighing the lives of people against the mission and finding the mission more important. She had practically been indoctrinated to operate in that way and as much as she still had her own emotions she was no longer impulsive when it came down to it, at least not usually.
Jack seemed to evoke that primal impulsive action from her, as if she knew just where to hit or spoke on the perfect frequency to totally ignore that self-control Miranda had built up, to shake the foundations of her cold and calculated manner. One such point was her father, any mention of him, especially from Jack, made Miranda seethe inside and while a lot of times she could keep her calm, as it wasn't the first time someone had brought up her past, with Jack she didn't seem to be able to. So when she was shoved hard against the wall, hard enough for it to hurt she was on the edge. "Stronger than me? Just because you have survived getting kicked around doesn't mean you are strong, it means you've been so weak and alone that you've had no choice but to endure and cling on for dear life. You're not strong, hah." She laughed and shook her head, looking deep into Jack's eyes, her eyes holding a fire that was usually instead a cold glare. "In fact you're probably the weakest person aboard this ship, the little girl, the one who bitches and moans about everything and just can't get over it. You've been living your whole life blaming others and being proud of your failure to succeed and let me tell you something, nobody gives a fuck."
Miranda didn't truly mean it but she wanted to hurt Jack right back, hit her where it hurt even if a part of her was constantly impressed by Jack's strength, her ability to adapt and survive, and her skills developed through pure willpower over a long course of time. Yet she went on, words spilling venomously from her mouth, "And sure I've been given these genes, made an experiment and exploited as a child, but do you hear me bitching about it? No, because I accepted what was done to me, got away from the piece of shit who used me, and became what I am today. And let me make something abundantly clear girl, I work harder than almost everyone on this ship despite my 'natural advantages'." She snarled as she took a few steps forward, though she didn't push or throw a punch, attempt to physically assault Jack in any way, she merely leaned in and whispered in Jack's ear, her hot breath spilling across the younger woman's skin. "I do have something you need to think about though. If you claim that the hardships you endured made you into who you are today. Made you strong. Then you can thank Cerberus, because if we are responsible for what happened to you we are also responsible for the 'badass' you've become as well. I suppose you're welcome... Subject Zero."
Miranda leaned back with a smirk on her face. If Jack wanted to claim Cerberus was responsible she should realize it also meant they were responsible for her strength, the part of her she was most proud of, the part of her she never would have achieved without being Subject Zero. However she had gone too far and if she hadn't been so mad she would probably have stopped herself before going so far, usually pushing the very edge between pissing Jack off and causing her to blow up. She gave a small "Hmph" before shaking her head, not turning around and instead just watching Jack, wondering if this would be enough for the woman to leave her alone, though part of her had a feeling Jack would have plenty more to say, Miranda was just trying to decide if staying was even worth the trouble, and it probably wasn't. In fact, as much as she wanted to stay and not give Jack the satisfaction she was already over the bullshit and took a deep breath. "Not worth my time." She muttered, beginning to walk past Jack, about to simply leave her to her thoughts.
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Jack could have dealt with the majority of Mirandas insults all day. After all, the Cerberus Cheerleader was just a bitch. It was a huge consolation to know that she herself was more complex than Miranda who was just a cold-hearted shrew. So the younger biotic took everything that the older woman said with a grain of salt; even found humor in some of it. How on earth could Miranda possibly compare their two situations? Yeah, poor Miranda; her rich daddy wanted a daughter and so created a magnificent specimen to throw money, schooling and all his time and energy at. That was exactly- like being kidnapped from your mother, put in a solitary room, forced to kill other children, and then be tortured as horrific experiments were carried out on you. I was laughable that Miranda was comparing their situations in an attempt to belittle all of Jacks struggles.
But what Jack couldnt take at all was being referred to as an experiment in a lab.
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If there was ever a trigger for her, that name was it. It reminded her of her tiny cell on Pragia, of doctors that werent really doctors at all, but who were more like masters of torture. It was demeaning. It took away her -real- name, her identity Truth be told, she didnt even know what her given name was; whatever name her parents had given to her had been long forgotten. Jacqueline Nought was just a pseudonym she had given herself in an attempt to sever all ties with her former life. But Miranda had managed to dredge up all those old memories from her past and really- piss Jack off.
YOURE WELCOME?!?! Jack roared in disbelief at Mirandas outlandish statement. Her voice was high, contorted with every ounce of pain that she tried so hard to hide. Emotions get you killed. They make you reckless. They make you do stupid things and impair your judgment. And somewhere, in the back of her mind, she was very aware that this was a bad idea, that Shepard would space her; send her right out the airlock and let the vacuum of space crush her body. But she was so furious that she didnt careif she died, so what? Miranda was right, she probably shouldve died so many times over. But for whatever reason, her body and her will just wouldnt give upno matter how many times her mind craved the silence of death. So maybe this was it for her. Maybe she would just do something stupid and someone bigger and stronger like Shepard would take care of killing her as punishment for squeezing the life out of Miranda.
You think I fucking enjoy this?! The young biotic threw a massive Shockwave straight at Miranda, one that was so powerful and so strong that it even surprised her. You think I want this?! You think I like- killing? Maybe there are some things that cant be taken away, no matter how much people try to beat them out of you. Sometimes she wondered what it would be like if she had never been separated from her mother. Maybe she would have grown up to be just another peaceful farmer on Eden Prime. Maybe she would have gone to Grissom Academy and joined the Alliance just like all the other biotic kids. But instead she had been granted this gift from Cerberus. This wonderful fucking present that came with years of horrible memories, sleepless nights, and an inexplicable urge to squeeze the life from stupid bitches that ran their mouths like Miranda.
I would trade everything- to be normal. Jack snarled as she lurched forward to tackle Miranda to the ground, baring her teeth like a feral animal as she growled and pinned the older biotic to the floor. She meant it; shed trade everything, all this biotic power, all these bad memories, all this bullshitif it just meant that she could be four years old again, and just go home with her mom after the visit from the doctors instead of getting kidnapped, drugged, and forced to endure Cerberus experiments for over a decade.
And speaking of those fucking experimentsGYAAAAHHHHHH!Sometimes she loved- that fuzzy feeling that stroked the base of her mind with the promise of an amazing high. She reveled in the sensation that was so incredible that it almost made the burden of the guilt that came with killing bearable. But right nowshe didnt want that. She didnt want this feeling of warmth that washed over her and was mutated, morphed into something else as her naked body pressed so firmly into Mirandas.
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Miranda had been instantly aware of how angry she had made Jack, even before she roared in disbelief. It was why she had decided to leave the shower, she didn't feel like sitting there and listening to the girl rage on about it, and she honestly felt a bit bad after what she had said, how far she had taken it. In fact, while Miranda was far from scared she was aware of how mad that could make Jack, she had witnessed how big of a trigger -Subject Zero- could be and it was not something she used for that reason. It was one of those words that easily pushed Jack over that upset line and right into furious, made her choices become rash which made Miranda's life far more difficult that it should be. So she had decided to move out of the room, the area where Jack was sure to work out the anger she was currently feeling, the seething fury building up within her. That was not to be had however, Miranda's luck wasn't good enough to allow her to get from the room before it all spilled out, she had gone too far for Jack to let her leave and work out her anger on her own, which was what Miranda would have preferred.
So as a shockwave was launched her way Miranda quickly turned, launching her own little shockwave and thinking it would be just enough to block it but she was mistaken. Whatever Jack had done her shockwave was incredibly powerful and it knocked Miranda back into one of the walls, which she quickly popped off of, instantly in a combat mode, partly out of a surprise close to fear from the strength of the biotic attack. That was the kind of raw power Miranda simply couldn't muster, one of the things Jack had on her in certain situations, and as impressive as that power was it was not something Miranda was excited about being on the wrong side of. However as in combat mode as she was suddenly she was still listening, soaking in what Jack was saying. Miranda had always believed Jack had liked killing, perhaps one of the mistakes only knowing a person by her file would allow, because Miranda hadn't tried to really know Jack, she had simply read her file, watched her actions and attitude, and made her judgements on who the young woman was.
She seemed to be proven quite wrong as Jack made it clear she would give up everything to be normal, the point driven home and having her off balance as she was taken to the ground hard. She winced as her body hit the hard floor and was immediately pinned. She looked up, her eyes hardened but she didn't struggle as hard immediately, she just waited to see what Jack would do, ready to strike or take advantage to turn the tables but knowing a strength attempt wouldn't work in that moment. In fact she found herself shiver slightly as Jack's skin rubbed against hers, the feeling of a warm body atop her something she hadn't had in quite some time. It had been a remarkably long time since Miranda had been so close with another person, and she had always preferred women, especially the smaller cute ones and Jack fit her preferences in the oddest of ways. However her desire for contact didn't override what the situation was, Miranda didn't go soft or lose her head, she in wasn't about to let Jack beat her face in just because she happened to shiver as her nipples brushed against Jack's.
"Get the fuck off me." Her voice was cold but not quite as calm as usual, her arms struggling against Jack's, which were pinning her down, but not being able to get out using strength alone. It was similar to their fight in the ring, in front of the ship, Jack had already proven her close quarters superiority and that made Miranda a tad nervous. She wouldn't be giving up, that wasn't who Miranda was, but she had to try more than freeing her arms with raw power, one of the few things Jack was completely ahead of her in. Options were limited however, there was only so much one could do when in a position similar to Miranda's, pinned down to the ground by someone stronger and who knew how to fight. She had Jack's body weight on her, which severed as the most present reminder of their lack of clothing, that feeling of flesh rubbing up against her was causing a small reaction she had no control over. As much control as Miranda had over her body, while she didn't moan or squirm, while she didn't find herself looking for anything at all, she was a bit wet.
She couldn't help it, there was such a wide gap between her last time with someone and then, in fact she hadn't even taken care of herself in a lengthy period of time, she had ignored her body and the visual and physical stimuli were causing much stronger reactions than they should have been. Not that it mattered, Miranda wasn't going to act on any of it, maybe later if she had time after getting back to her room, but right now Jack's infuriated state had her more concerned and she didn't have any idea what to do about it, not when Jack seemed about ready to beat her senseless. So she did the only thing she could, and it wasn't a good option. Without warning Miranda started to squirm and flail, her arms pushing up and to the side, trying to rip themselves from Jack's firm grip. Her legs were trying to find anything to push off of or use a part of Jack's body to get some leverage on the younger woman but the older biotic had no luck, Jack's mount of her was so that she couldn't. Finally she was bucking and squirming, her body ultimately just rubbing Jack's as she did that but she was attempting to throw the girl off her in truth.
The older biotic had simply made a mistake, taunting Jack and insulting her to that extent had been a mistake, one even Miranda could admit, at least to herself, so she needed to escape the situation because Jack's unpredictable nature could be the nail in her coffin. In fact, she was getting so desperate, nothing else having worked, the older biotic was considering a short range biotic blast, her hand beginning to light up blue to show just how cornered Jack had her. Of course that desperation was nowhere to be seen in her eyes, there was more concentration and fire in those eyes and a smirk on her lips that attempted to throw Jack off her game by irritating the young woman. Then of course there was the rest of her, perfect features, hair clinging to her skin, a few strands in her face which looked intentional by how sexy that made her, her firm naked body making her age seem like a useless number, she was remarkable and at the moment she was squirming under Jack, fighting back with spirit and confidence, perhaps the only person who could engage Jack, aside from Shepard or a Krogan, and find themselves not terrified or in a spiral of hopelessness.
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"No!" Jack snarled as her mind ran through ways to end this fight so that it was lights out for Miranda. Fuck no she wasn't going to get the fuck off of her!!! If Jack backed down now, Miranda would kick her ass if the younger biotic gave her any leverage. Jack was going to win this...once she figured out how. Here was the problem: Jack was -stuck- in this position. If she released Miranda's wrists in order to free her own hands for an attack, Miranda would blast her with her biotics. If she adjusted her body weight so that she could knee or kick her opponent, the Operative would have a good chance of knocking an unbalanced Jack over and turning the tides of this fight. Maybe she could headbutt her and break her face...?
"Stop fucking moving!" The younger woman hissed in irritation as Miranda began to flail around underneath her, drawing her out of her thoughts. Jack's emotions were so easy to change and whether or not Miranda knew it, she was morphing the Convict's rage into something else. Two seconds ago Jack had wanted nothing more than to end Miranda's life...and now for whatever reason, she couldn't even remember what the hell they were fighting about in the first place. Her mind was now being bombarded with the pleasant sensation of having Miranda's soft, smooth skin slipping and sliding against her own, of how badly she wanted to reach down and take one of those hardening nipples into her mouth to tease in retaliation for how they so wonderfully tormented her own with their light brushes. Miranda's soft, feminine pants and huffs of exertion were even more maddening; Jack had always enjoyed the company of the fairer sex...mostly because of how much more vocal women were in comparison to men. And now all she craved was getting Miranda to scream in ecstacy, not pain.
Perhaps the worst part of all this was Miranda's bucking; how her curvy hips rocked and put such a delicious bit of friction against her own neglected sex. The way her mound managed to nudge the lips of Jack's core, forcing the sensitive nub of her clit to be pulled just the slightest bit from the upwards motion...it made Jack noticeably shiver as she fought for the remnants of control. And to not make a jackass of herself and moan in the middle of a brawl.Think...of something else... -Anything- else. This is Miranda. She's horrible, terrible. GAH! Why the fuck did it have to be Miranda?!?! I hate Miranda!But finally Jack felt it and was lost; the heat and warmth radiating from between Miranda's legs, as well as a slickness that wasn't quite the same as water from the shower...it was different, with the consistency of a light oil, and -warm-...almost like...
Fuck! Miranda was actually getting turned on by this!! Well...her body was anyways. Jack doubted that the Ice Queen's 'refined' mind could handle things like carnal desires. But Jack, raw, crazy, impulsive, Jack knew that Miranda was actually -enjoying- this. Which she supposed wasn't all that strange. They were two naked women writhing against one another on the floor of the showers, stuck on a ship with no one that matched them to sleep with. And Jack was dominating her...showing a spine rather than cowering to Miranda's whim the way her previous partners probably had. Most women found domination to be quite the turn on...did Miranda feel that way too? She was going to run with this...see how far she could push this whole debacle.
Jack's life was full of bad choices; -especially- when she stopped thinking and listened to shit like her heart...or even worse, her hormones.
This was going to be a -really- bad choice.
"You think you're so much better than me, huh?" Jack growled as she quickly adjusted herself so that her thigh was now firmly pressed between Miranda's legs. "And what's this, hmm? What would the crew think if they knew that Ms. Perfect gets off to struggling with the degenerate of the ship." Jack shifted her weight so that she put a little more pressure against Miranda's wrists to help reinforce the idea that she wasn't going anywhere. And then she began to work her thigh between Miranda's legs, letting the soft flesh of her leg rub against the Operative's slick heat. "Who would have thought you'd be such a depraved little slut behind closed doors." Jack was taunting, but also choosing her words very carefully. It was hard, soooooooooo hard to not be overtly rude and cruel to Miranda. But she was trying her hardest to embarrass and humiliate the older biotic in a gentler, more sensual way in order to try to get her to submit rather than piss her off. After all, Jack had been a victim, she wouldn't willingly force all that bullshit on anyone else. But if Miranda made the decision to submit...well...Jack would gladly take her control away and show her a world of pleasure, if only for a little while. They could go back to hating eachother afterwords. But for now, Jack had -a lot- of sexual frustration that needed venting, and she was pretty sure Miranda felt the same way.
But still...it wouldn't hurt to be a little more positive.
"If you want me to stop Cheerleader, all you have to do is say 'Mercy'." Jack murmured softly as she leaned down, finally taking one of those coral pink nipples that beckoned to her into her warm, wet mouth. Her tongue expertly flicked against the tip as those great big doe eyes looked up at Miranda to check on her. The younger biotic knew that the safeword she had chosen was unfair, that Miranda would never cry for mercy even if she was threatened with bodily harm. But...maybe she'd do it here, now that it was only her and Jack; not like earlier where it had been her, Jack, and half the crew of the Normandy. "Say 'Mercy', and I leave you the fuck alone. I promise." her teeth grazed lightly against Miranda's hardened nipple as she spoke.
Jack had learned at a young age that there were few things that you have in this world at are yours no matter what anyone else does to you: your name, your honor, and your word. While most wouldn't expect much from a Convict, Jack's word was actually -binding-. If she promised something, she meant it. And as proof, her word was the -only- thing that kept her on this vessel...she had made a promise to Shepard to not kill anyone, to see all this crazy shit with the Collectors through to the end in exchange for some help on Pragia. The Commander had kept up her part of the deal, and now Jack was going to keep up hers.
And now she had made a promise to Miranda: if Miranda wanted her to stop, all she had to do was say 'Mercy.'... But Jack hoped to whatever deity is out there that she didn't. Jack needed this right now...and she had a feeling that Miranda did too.
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Jack's strength wasn't anything to joke about, she had Miranda pinned down firmly enough that no matter how much she bucked or squirmed there was nothing she could do to get away. She just had to wait, wait long enough that Jack slipped up and when that happened she would be home free. Sure Jack was strong, she had skills in close-quarters-combat that put Miranda to shame, but Miranda was skilled enough that a single mistake by Jack, a single moment of weakness would end the advantage Jack had over her. Of course one other thing she could do was make a risky play, her biotic energy, it would be difficult to do anything refined in her current position but if she built up enough perhaps she could get Jack off of her, even if it hit her pretty hard as well. So she grit her teeth and smirked up at Jack as biotic energy began to build up inside of her, hands glowing blue as she challenge Jack to stay, dared her to call the bluff that was a point blank biotic attack that wouldn't be anything but a gamble. It was proof of how backed into a corner Jack had her, that she was so desperate that there was nothing she could do but play the odds and hope she came out ahead.
Yet before she could finish building up anything the most unexpected change happened, Jack's thigh got pressed in between her legs and brought out a surprised sharp breath. Her body shivered and she swallowed hard as a powerful realization was rubbed in her face by Jack, her arousal pointed out and in that moment she was more humiliated than she had been when Jack defeated her in front of the crew. Other didn't even have to know but Jack knowing she had caused arousal in Miranda, that was a humiliation that topped any other she could remember. It wasn't because Jack was a degenerate, not that she was unattractive because that wasn't true, but it was because Miranda was supposed to be able to control herself and despite struggling she was incredibly turned on. It wasn't just the time without a lover, it wasn't the frustration aboard the ship, she found herself more turned on than she ever was, there was a primal feel to it that Miranda never let out, Jack was one of the only people to ever be around her and stay strong, not to quiver and buckle beneath her personality and abilities, it was exhilarating and she couldn't help but feel like Jack could see it, see right through her and know how much she was feeling it.
Her mind refused to cooperate as easily however and as Jack called her a depraved slut, pushed at her pride she found herself snarling, looking up into Jack's eyes and barking at her in that emotional manner that while unusual was incredibly sexy. "You called me a depraved slut because my body reacts to stimulation? Hah, further proof of your lack of intelligence. Perhaps you should instead think about how desperate and sad you are for putting your disgusting desires for me over the anger at being insulted and pointed out as the piece of shit you are." As strong as Miranda was trying to come off she instead came off as the opposite, as weak and desperate as her insults and barking was just that, bark without bite or conviction, Jack would no doubt see through it, Miranda would have if she had been the one on the receiving end, she would be laughing and she knew it, which began to make her feel a bit helpless. Then the condition came, the condition for Jack stopping, and Miranda snarled louder than ever, still slowly building up a massive amount of biotic energy.
"Fuck you." Her voice was ice cold but then moments later she let a small muffled moan escape her lips, a feminine and almost whining moan as it came out despite her efforts to hold it in. "J-Just fuck off, I'll die before I beg you for anything. You think you'll break me with this? Just try you deranged whore." And just moments before she would have her attack ready it all stopped, her biotic energy dissipated and her back arched as her firm pink nipple was enveloped by a set of incredible lips, warmth causing ripples through her skin. She moaned rather audibly, the surprise of the action catching her off guard and a deep uncharacteristic blush touched her cheeks matched by a growl and a another attempt to struggle free now that her plans had completely fallen apart, which only served to make the teeth grazing her nipple provide another ripple of sensation and another little moan, this time stifled by Miranda.
At that Jack stopped moving, her looked up at Jack with a look she had never shown before to the best of her knowledge, it was cute in a way and expressed just how little control she felt she had in that moment. She almost looked smaller and she locked eyes with Jack. "Fuck you." Her voice wasn't as strong as usual and the fire in her eyes was still there but the cold hard stare packed with confidence was dwindling. In that moment she found herself unsure, not knowing how to get away and finding her body quivering in anticipation for what would be coming next, quivering at the hint of a touch before she even felt skin against skin. Her flesh was warm to the touch, the weight Jack provided atop her was almost pleasant, and she hated all of that. "So what are you going to do Jack?" She paused, not knowing what else to do but see how far Jack was willing to take this, she was too proud to say the word mercy but that didn't stop her from hoping it would stop before it went any further, before she had to make a decision between her pride and being used, and Miranda never let another person use her, dominate her, it was not who Miranda was or had always been. Yet there was a thrill to it and she knew her body would be fighting her, already was fighting her, and Jack had already picked that truth out.
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Ohhhh yeah. So thats- why they had been fighting, Jack remembered now, it was because Miranda was a mega bitch incapable of keeping her mouth shut. But all her insults were nothing to Jack, at least not right now. She was watching very carefully to how the older biotics body was betraying her. From the slight cracks in her voice to the way the pooling biotic energy had dissipated from Mirandas hands, she knew that she had her. Well-almost- had her. There was still fight left in the Operative, Jack liked that, it would have been disappointing if there wasnt. But they were beyond nos, stops, and donts now. Jack had given Miranda a word to use if she really needed it, and now everything else was just going to serve as fuel for the part of Jack that loved to dominate a strong, confident woman in the bedroom.
Sex was something that Jack excelled at. She was a good fuck to the point where she prided herself in her inane ability to give pleasure. Miranda could call her a deranged whore all she wanted, it was kind of true. She could try to tear down Jacks self-esteem and attempt to make her feel like shit, but it wasnt going to work. Jack knew, without a doubt, that she held most of the power right now; and Miranda couldnt take that away from her. That look up into her cold blue eyes had been all the confirmation Jack had needed. She knew that Miranda was unsure, maybe even a little scared, but most of all she was curious-, hopefully curious to see just what Jack was going to do with all of this power that she held.
Her entire life had been an out of control rollercoaster ever since she had been a kid. Maybe that was why this kind of sex was appealing to herthis whole dominant/submissive clich; Jack reveled in it, it was one of the few times she was actually in control. And she had practiced BDSM so many times that she knew what she was doing. She also knew that it was a hell of a lot more than the whips, chains and rough sex that people see in shitty porno vids on the extranet. She had to somehow get Miranda to -trust- her, just enough so that she would share her desireswhich was going to be no easy task, considering Miranda despised her.
So maybe shed just have to use the old carrot and stick method to get this stubborn mule of an Operative going. Miranda could be a good girl and go for the carrot, or she could be a bad girl and Jack would beat her with a stick, figuratively, of course.
Too bad all her sex toys had been on that space station that she had crashed into a moonshe could really use a riding crop and a vibrator right about now Definitely a ballgag too to keep Miranda's mouth shut...Just gonna have to make do
What am I going to do? Jack purred sweetly as her eyes narrowed upon Mirandas. She released the nipple that she had been so tenderly lapping at with her tongue, leaving her saliva to cool over the pebbled flesh as she slid back up the Operative's luscious body. This is why domination works: because everything is amplified with the use of its opposite. Pleasure seems so much greater when pain is placed directly next to it as a reference. Im going to get you screaming, one way or another. But its going to be -your- choice whether youre cursing in pain-- Jack grinned, punctuating the word pain by releasing Mirandas pinned wrist and quickly lacing those fingers into the Operatives brown mane. She gave Mirandas hair a rough tug so that her head tilted back, baring her very vulnerable neck and cranking her head back until the muscles in her neck were straining with discomfort.
--or crying out in pleasure. And then Jack leaned forward, brushing lips that were surprisingly velvety soft against the sensitive flesh of Mirandas neck. She moved upwards, never quite kissing Miranda, always just teasing her with feather-light touches of lips and tongue upon her throat, along her jawline, and over to her ear where Jack finally stopped moving so that she could whisper softly. By the time Im done with you. Youre going to be begging- me to let you cum. And with that, she lightly bit Mirandas earlobe as she loosened her grip, letting her relax her neck into a more comfortable position.
Jack was fairly certain that she could get Mirandas mind so pleasure addled that the Operative would forget all about her, Id rather die than beg you for anything bravado bullshit. So she stayed close to Miranda, drawing the Operative even deeper into the strange intimacy of their very odd situation: two women that absolutely loathed one another but both desperately seeking something. Jack needed control, order. And Mirandawellif Jack had to guess, it had to be fairly tiring managing a Cerberus cluster fuck like Miranda did. The Operative could probably use someone to take the reigns, if only for a little while.
Because...we both know that you like this, Cheerleader, Im not forcing anything on you that you dont already want. And now she was really- going to test whether Miranda had been feeding her bravado bullshit earlier or not. She let go of her other wrist and brought her left hand downwards. The calloused pads of her fingers skittered down Mirandas body as she relieved the pressure of her thigh that had been both stimulating as well as pinning Mirandas core. Jack slipped her hand between Mirandas legs now that there was space, unable to keep the smug grin off of her pouty lips as her touch was immediately greeted with wetness.
Now that Miranda was more or less free, with Jack only having the leverage of her right hand that was still lightly fisting Mirandas hair to create a pleasant bit of tension in her scalp, the younger biotic was -very- aware that shed need to keep giving Mirandas body pleasure so that shed stay relatively docile and refrain from throwing biotically charged punches at Jacks face. So she concentrated, until finally she had managed to get juuuussst enough biotic energy in her own hands that her fingertips lit up with blue light. She began to work the tiny little mass effect fields against Mirandas slick outerlips, only venturing to caress and stroke her needyy clit once the Operative spread her legs apart and gave her a little more access.
Still going to be on my ass about how my biotics arent refined? Jack smirked. Of course the only fine-motor control and precision that Jack could manage with her biotics involved sex and not battlefield scenarios. And the effect of the biotic powers she used now were much different than when in a fight. The stimulation was rather pleasant as opposed to violentalmost like vibrating, but not quite. Warm, tingling, like electricity but without the painwellwithout the pain for as long as Jack kept up her concentration and Miranda behaved.
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Jack brought out the worst in Miranda, she would go from calm and collected to bitchy and cruel very quickly, and it didn't make any sense. Sure there was a hatred between her and Jack and while Cerberus explained Jack's dislike of her, Miranda had no solid reason to hate Jack. Sure the woman could get on her nerves, in fact she was a fucking genius at doing so, but usually Miranda could brush those people off. Loyalty to Cerberus wasn't the reason, she was use to people disliking Cerberus and while she believed The Illusive Man and Cerberus was a worthy cause she didn't agree with everything, she didn't agree with what had been done with Jack. And yet she found herself constantly berating her, getting angry quick, trying to hurt the young girl whenever she was around. And of course it was staring her in the face the entire time, and as she held back another moan she began to deny it before it even formed in her head, the truth, that sexual tension was the only reasonable explanation. Miranda didn't want to be attracted to Jack, she liked control and order, always had, but there was ample proof otherwise, Miranda thinking back on all the passing glances, how she became after their little interactions, and immediately she growled up, her own thoughts pissing her off.
However as pissed off as she was internally Jack hadn't given her much chance to say anything until she began speaking again and Miranda just stared up at her, the idea of figuring out what was coming keeping her quiet. The answer was not what Miranda was looking for but before she could bark anything up at Jack the woman's strong hand was laced into her hair and yanked her head back, her neck stretched and a small groan of pain escaping her lips. Miranda wasn't ashamed of expressing pain, she wouldn't show it under certain situations but she didn't see it as weakness, pain was normal and unavoidable, in the end it only mattered how much you could endure that determined what kind of person you were, not how little noise someone made. "Ugh, you bitch." She growled, though it was soon turned into just another little whimper as Jack brushed her lips over Miranda's sensitive neck. Miranda had always been sensitive, more than most people, and after not having her needs tended to in some time even that playful teasing of her neck had her squirming gently beneath Jack, and she looked disgusted in herself when she had a moment to try and regain composure.
Miranda was not supposed to be cute, she was not supposed to be weak or unable to keep her cool, she was the Ice Queen and while it wasn't a particularly flattering nickname it was one she liked to have. It implied control over herself and a strength she was proud of. Yet here she was whimpering and moaning to the touch of another person, completely outplayed and pinned down by a young girl, and one that didn't have an ounce of fear or even respect of her that could be seen. It made her feel helpless, but the worst part, it was that she didn't hate the feeling. She snarled with a quick "Bullshit" when Jack said she would be begging by the end of the night. Of all things Miranda was sure of, or had faith in, it was that she wouldn't be begging for a damn thing. Yet there was part of Miranda that knew Jack could see through her and it was making her nervous, more due to her not knowing what would happen, if she could keep herself under control or if this little assault on her better judgement was going to win out.
Whatever the case when she was freed she didn't take immediate advantage like she would have minutes before, she didn't throw Jack, kick her, use a biotic attack, in fact her eyes were closed. She was trying to get herself under control by not looking at what was being done to her, but it didn't work, in fact it only intensified each feeling she received from the curious fingers, and she had even relaxed enough that the hand in her hair felt almost pleasant, a reminded that she was not the one in control that she found herself appreciating. Miranda had never been in such a position, not a single time in her life had she been sexually dominated, nobody had been strong enough to and she had no interest in looking. It was new and it was threatening who she was, and yet as frightening as that was, to have Jack be the reason she did something she never would have before, she couldn't pull herself away. So she didn't escape, didn't try to get Jack off of her, hell she barely even realized she had that option. Instead she opened her eyes and looked down, a hard swallow as she noticed the biotics, her legs starting to spread on their own.
Yet panic set in as that happened and while she wasn't as forceful or combative as she could have been Miranda suddenly had the urge to stop what was happening, even if pulling away still wasn't the thought on her mind. Instead she felt the strong need to take back some of the control, not being able to give it all up so easily even if deep down she needed someone to take it, to take her and make her submit, to tame her and give her what she refused to seek out for herself. So her legs shut and as incredible as the initial hit of whatever Miranda had been doing with her fingers was it had been cut short. Instead she moved one leg into position and pushed Jack off her, at the same time moving a hand up and trying to remove Jack's hand from her hair before the woman could grip down. Her actions weren't brutal or efficient however, in that moment Miranda was more of a normal person nervous about what was happening to her than the confident badass she usually portrayed, and even if her speed and strength was the same as normal the intent behind it didn't have any of the kick it usually did, and her body was still eager for what he mind was currently having trouble accepting.
"No, this isn't going to happen." Her voice seemed as unsure as her actions implied Miranda was about saying no, and of course, even if she said no and refused the situation, she didn't say the one word she actually knew would set her free. She simply began to attempt to stop what Jack was doing to her out of fear, fear that if it continued she would not be the person she always way, and hell even that someone could walk in and see her being fucked by Jack. And yet it really wasn't her choice, she wasn't saying the word and so she was basically still resigned to her fate.
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For a moment she thought she actually had Miranda. The way she spread her legs, offering up her sex for more attention, allowing Jack to play and tease with her clit as much as she pleased...she was sure that her little prisoner would submit to all the pleasures that the experienced Convict could offer. But Miranda ended up snapping her legs shut in protest, making Jack growl softly as she quickly realized that she was going to be fought with every step of the way. Her mind was already starting to switch gears as soon as the Operative began to act out, trying to gather herself and adjust her methods in order to get Miranda to submit some other way. As her mind scrambled to grasp onto a new plan, Miranda's knee connected with her stomach, forcing her off of the downed Operative. "Nnnggff..." Jack grunted at the burst of pain and she immediately went into fight mode. Calloused hands clenched into fists on instinct, ready to start throwing punches, though rather than let loose and pummel Miranda, it just ended up reinforcing the tight grip on the soaked strands of dark brown hair for the moment.
"Stubborn bitch." Jack growled as she rolled off of Miranda and onto her knees, into a less vulnerable position. Dark eyes quickly flicked around the room, trying to find -something-, anything she could use against the Operative. But there was nothing in this goddamn bathroom for her to use, everything was bolted down.Son of a bitch...Jack hissed in her brain as she turned away and as she moved, she caught her reflection in the mirror.That could work...Pouty lips curled into a grin as a makeshift idea quickly began to take shape in her head. "Come on, slut. On your feet." The Convict barked as she stood up, yanking Miranda up along with her by the hair. This was one of the reasons that the Convict kept her hair buzzed: you know how much it sucks to have someone dragging you around by your hair? -A lot.-
Jack strode towards the mirror, forcing a struggling Miranda to either follow her out of her own volition or else deal with shooting pains in her scalp. Once they were close enough, she flung Miranda's front against the cool glass of the mirror and quickly began to position her, much in the same way that guards position their prisoners when they're going to be frisked: hands up and on either side of the wall with legs slightly parted. She pressed her body firmly up against Miranda's, small breasts molding into the Operative's back as she fought for a position that was nice and close. This lack of distance between them would ensure that it would be much harder to throw elbows and fight. Jack's right hand snaked around front, grasping onto her Miranda's neck. She wasn't choking her, not yet anyways, just holding her with a firm grip...though the threat of a psychopath like Jack changing her mind and strangling someone as annoying as Miranda was always there. For now the Convict just moved Miranda's chin so that she would look up and straight ahead right into the mirror. Their reflection looked so very, very strange together. Jack with her thin, wiry form that was covered in grafitti and scars hiding behind Miranda's. She contrasted Miranda's perfect, unmarred flesh and supple curves so sharply that the image was a little jarring. Almost beautiful in it's own way...but definitely a shock to the system.
No one would believe this. Not in a million years. And for a moment Jack wished that she had a picture of this moment so that she could rub it in Miranda's face every time she got smug, so that she'd remember that if for only one moment, Jack had her naked, helpless, and at her mercy.
"Look." Jack barked as she kicked Miranda's legs apart, forcing her to spread them wider as the younger woman brought her free hand down between the Operative's legs. She spread apart the outer lips of her slit, her heart rate beginning to accelerate as she was treated to the view of Miranda's perfectly pink pussy glistening in her arousal. "I can see how fucking wet for me you are. You sure you don't want this to happen? Because your body is saying otherwise..." Jack smirked as she peered over Miranda's shoulder, her eyes pointedly flicking downwards so that Miranda knew just where she was looking. There was just something so alluring about this position. Jack could honestly say that she had never fucked someone infront of a mirror before...but now, after getting such an amazing view of Miranda's naked, vulnerable body, and every single reaction she had to everything Jack did to her, she was definitely going to consider doing this more often. Jack was a bit of an exhibitionist at heart. And even though Miranda might be freaking out that they were very close to the door, the younger biotic was absolutely loving the thrill that came with the fear of being caught.
"I know you want a nice, hard fuck; don't you, Cheerleader? You're so swollen and soaking already...how about you just stop lying and tell the damn truth for once. I know you want it" And just to prove a point, Jack's hand dropped down just enough so that she could ram two rough fingers harshly into Miranda's slick channel. Jack groaned appreciatively as warmth and wetness coated her slender digits and she immediately began to thrust as roughly into Miranda as she could, hellbent on drawing out some pretty little moans from her unlikely sub. "A little vain bitch like you loves watching a psycho like me fuck you in the mirror, don't you." Jack let go of Miranda's neck and quickly brought that hand to the back of her head so that she could fist the Operative's wet hair once again. She forced Miranda's head down, causing her forehead to press against the cool glass of the mirror and angle her gaze downwards; making sure that Miranda was forced to either watch Jack's fingers violently claim her pussy or gaze upon the reflection of the same action in the mirror.
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Miranda cried out in pain as the hand in her hair tightened, she hadn't been able to remove the hand and Jack had quickly got herself into an advantageous position, Miranda had obviously wasted her opportunity. That was perhaps the worst part, Miranda had managed to resist what her body wanted, been presented an opening, and Jack still retained all the power, her wet hair and the pain associated with it proof of that. As she was yanked off the floor she let out another whimper of pain, instinctively moving with Jack to avoid any more pain as her hair was yanked by those strong hands. Hair was a weakness in combat, Miranda had always known that but Miranda was proud, or in this instance perhaps simply vain and she would be damned if she could kick some ass and look fine as hell doing it. Situations such as this caused her to pay for that pride however, not simply the hair but the situation as a whole had come together mainly due to Miranda immense pride in herself and her abilities, and her belief that she was superior to Jack in every way. It seemed Jack had decided to tear that theory apart and prove to her that she wasn't as infallible as she had believed herself to be.
As she was flung against the cool glass of the mirror a sharp inhale could be heard, her hot and wet body up against the cold glass had a sensation running through her that woke her senses up. It felt odd but not unpleasant and as she was put into position by Jack she soon felt humiliation along with the chill against her sensitive skin. She was being treated like a prisoner, legs spread slightly and hands up against the wall, her body pressed up against the glass and kept there as Jack pressed up against her back. The feeling of those smaller breasts pressing into her had a much bigger effect than one would guess, Miranda liked small, cute little tits and Jack had exactly that. The hand around her neck drew all her attention however and she swallowed hard as realization came pouring down of how fucked she was, the utter loss of power as she was thrust into the role of prisoner by Jack, it had an undertone that made her wonder if Jack had planned for the position Miranda found herself in to bring about such an overwhelming feeling of helplessness or if it was simply a happy little accident. She didn't ask though, she didn't want to give away that feeling and instead snarled as her head was force to look into the mirror and observe the scene.
The image was one she should have hated, Jack had her completely humiliated, beaten in every conceivable way, and now she was forcing her to look at it. Yet she didn't hate it, in fact she began to heat up, a deep blush on her cheeks as her body became honest beyond the intentions of her mind, thighs becoming slick with juices as her nipples becoming as hard as rocks, even goosebumps appearing on her more sensitive skin, which was quite a bit of her. The constant leather uniform seemed to heighten her sensitivity, by wearing it she avoided the most basic feelings and thus everything felt more powerful to the touch for her.
There was no smug look to associate with her current situation but she still had some fight in her, snarling and barking at a taunting Jack. "My body may want this but it doesn't mean I do, because trust me, I wouldn't pick someone like you to fuck if I were looking, I wouldn't want some fucked up girl without an ounce of respect." And yet it was a complete lie, Miranda found the shame she felt to be translated into excitement and anticipation. The facts that Miranda was much younger, that she was dominant, even her aggressive and tormenting behavior, it all had Miranda quivering with desire, and her bodies reactions bypassed her denial to show just that, to show beyond a doubt how badly Miranda wanted everything Jack was doing to her, and perhaps a bit more, rougher and more dominating sex, the type of situation where she literally lost all sense of control and where she was treated in a way her body would be throbbing because of for days to come, a sensation she would remember. That was what her body was screaming out for and her mind was quickly catching up, not vocalizing it but realizing what she wanted, and being quite scared of those desires as well, not to mention of being revealed as not only a lesbian, which she hid, but also because it was Jack. Jack! It would ruin her reputation aboard the Normandy and yet she would still have to stay.
Yet pleasure always overrode caution and logic and as Jack began to roughly shove fingers up inside her she lost her ability to resist, the first real sexual act doing exactly what Jack had been trying to do all along. Miranda let out a loud moan which she quickly silenced by gritting her teeth, though it was too late to keep it from Jack. She struck out defensively at Jack, trying to cover the pants and moans slipping out as she was worked over by Jack behind curses and insults. "Fuck you bitch, I'll never want anything from an ugly depraved whore like you." Once again it wasn't convincing, Miranda was losing everything she used to keep herself on top and Jack would have no problems seeing through her lies, and they perhaps revealed more than they hid, Miranda's obvious lie about finding Jack ugly something that could bite her in the ass if Jack was paying enough attention. Further proof came when her head was forced down and she got a view of what was being done to her, those fingers being shoved up inside her, an image that had her biting her lip and blushing once more, her eyes trying to avert themselves but only catching a glimpse of it in the mirror if she did, there was no way she could stop it. So before moans stopped her from doing anything she threw an elbow, catching Jack hard but unfortunately at the same time she was hit with a rather substantial pleasure spike which almost caused her knees to buckle with how unexpected it had been. Off-balance from the elbow she faltered and her entire body was pressed up against the glass more than ever, weight leaning on the mirror for support as she got herself balanced again and leaving Miranda at Jack's mercy the moment after hitting her with a rather mean and powerful elbow. Her stomach sank in despair at that moment and as her body quivered in time with another sexy little moan she swallowed hard once more, knowing she was being foolish for her damn pride.
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This entire situation was confusing as fuck, to say the least.
Miranda struck her as an only sleeps with men kind of girl. Maybe it was because she always seemed so coldthe Ice Queen and some emotionally stunted man would probably get along fan-fuckin-tastically. Or maybe it was just because Miranda seemed so straight-laced and vanilla as far as her personal life went that Jack couldnt imagine her sleeping with anything other than a human male. But now there was this whole crazy lesbian/prisoner shower scene unfolding between the two of them; this strange seed of doubt was beginning to take root in the back of Jacks mind. No straight woman could possibly be so full of pride that they would choose- to hold their tongue and get fucked in the showerscould they? Had she misread Miranda this whole time and the Operative was actually into women?
Nahthat cant be it.Miranda was probably just into strength and power, which the younger biotic had a ton of. Plus Jack didnt look like your typical woman; with her short hair, small breasts, and clothing choices that were designed to give her a masculine appearance (hell, even her name was the rather manly diminutive of Jacqueline), she could easily be mistaken for a very young man. So maybe Miranda was just pretending that Jack was just some young stud that was dominating her, and thats how the older biotic was getting off on all of this.
Or maybemaybe Miranda really was into women?
Jack laughed, legitimately laughed- at Mirandas choice of words as the helpless Operative began to fling insults. An ugly depraved whore like you? Depraved, yeah. A whore, yeah. But ugly? That word was interesting in that it held very little truth behind it. Jack was attractive, she knew it, Miranda knew it, everyone knew it. And the way that Miranda had said the word ugly it lacked venom. And as far as insults go, ugly is a pretty pathetic one. Repulsive would have stung, vile would have been pretty good too, but ugly? That just made more questions burst into Jacks overactive mind. The Operative appeared to be doing everything in her power to hide how she really felt and conceal her true desires. And Jack wanted to break her, to make her show her what she really wanted but was too afraid to ask for.
Hah! Yeah right Cheerleader. Ive seen you look at me for longer than necessary. Youve been checking me out, I know you have. Well, in truth, Jack didnt know anything for certain. But she knew that she held most of the power right now, and whoever held the power got to make up the rules. People follow power and confidence, and even if Jack hadnt had either of those things for most of her life, she had them right now. And thats all that mattered.
I bet youre just upset that I dont give you the privilege of turning you around so you can watch me fuck yoNGH, FUCK! Jack grunted, biting her lower lip to keep from crying out anymore as Mirandas elbow connected with her ribcage. There was going to be a bruise there later, but she didnt care. This was worth it. Getting to knock down the Illusive Mans right hand a couple of pegs and make her into nothing but a shameless little slut easily made up for the pain that radiated out from where Mirandas elbow had made contact with her protruding ribs.
As the Operative lost her balance and crashed forward into the mirror, Jack followed right after her. All of her weight was now supported by Miranda and in the slight struggle, Jacks fingers had quickly slid out of her drenched slit as she reflexively grabbed onto Mirandas hip to keep from toppling over. The adrenaline pumping through her veins and the tingly, phantom sensation of drugs in her system made it pretty easy to focus on what she wanted; that burst of pain had been nothing more than a little speed bump in the grand scheme of things. Right now she wanted Miranda screaming. To make the Operative cry out so loud that both their ears were ringing from the volume and pitch.
And Jack was going to get what she wanted.
Knock it off! Jack shouted, slightly irritated from Mirandas constant struggling. And so she did what any good Domme would do: she punished her prisoner for her impertinence. The hand that was still slick with Mirandas juices came back, winding up and then landing harshly onto Mirandas left buttock with a loudSMACK!as rough skin connected with satiny flesh. Im tired.SMACK!Of you being.SMACK!A-pain-in-my-ass!SMACK!So if Miranda was going to continue to be a pain in her ass, Jack was going to give some pain to the Operatives in return.
Come on slut, spread your legs out wider for me.Smack! Smack! Smack!Jacks hand had quickly dipped its way between Mirandas legs from behind, fingers roughly slapped the puffy lips of Mirandas sex in an attempt to get her to spread her legs so wide that theyd part on their own. When the Operative didnt seem to react fast enough, Jack just grabbed her thigh and hoisted her one leg into the air so that it was perpendicular to the other one. She had given up the advantage of holding onto Mirandas hair and traded it for new one that forced the Operatives sex into a more splayed position, as well as an off-balanced stance where she was kept upright mostly by Jack baring the weight of her one leg for her and the friction caused by her body being sandwiched between the glass and Jacks wiry frame.
You know whats better about sleeping with women, Cheerleader? I know where everything is. Jack smirked and easily found Mirandas swollen clit, giving the sensitive nub a harsh flick with her fingertip. "Now, are you going to behave?" Jack's voice softened, to an almost coo-like noise as she started to gently stroke and caress the bundle of nerves. "Because I can always walk away, leave you here like this. All worked up and needing attention... But I'm sure a little slut like you knows that everything feels better when someone takes care of this for you..." Jack's voice drifted off as she achingly slowly brought her fingers downwards just enough so that the tips of her fore and middle finger pressed against the Operative's entrance. "So let me hear you say it bitch, tell me you want me to fuck you or you can go back to your shitty little office and enjoy some pitiful little orgasm that won't be as good as anything I can give you."
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Miranda's experience with being caught off guard was limited, in fact while it had happened in combat from time to time, a given in her line of work, it was seldom ever an issue in her personal life. Miranda was too slick and intelligent to let that happen, she valued her control much to highly to let it all slip away and into the hands of another. So she would manipulate, catch her enemies in a trap, and protect herself in every way possible, part of the reason she was cold and logical over the person she was underneath that. It was a flawless shell however, impossible to find who she was underneath, except for Jack it seemed. Further proof of that came when Jack made some interesting observations and suddenly Miranda found herself experiencing a sensation she had never felt before, a sinking feeling that made her body flood with panic. She had never recalled feeling that way, her face devoid of color and her limbs shaking for a moment, unable to hide how it felt for Jack to have noticed her glances, her occasional wandering eyes that had a tendency to experience the unique beauty that was Jack.
Beauty was the word that floated through Miranda's mind and Jack was correct in assuming the word ugly had been a bluff, and a poor one at that, an uncharacteristically horrid lie from the lips of a silver tongued devil. Yet as bad as her attempt at covering for herself was, as pale and obvious as her face had become, as caught off guard as Miranda had become, she didn't utter a single word to confirm a damn thing and that wasn't something she would give up when she had already lost so much of her precious control. Yet verbal confirmation didn't seem to matter, her position was knocked down once more as she lost her balance and found herself quite snugly stuck between the mirror and Jack, who had pressed every bit of her weight against Miranda. It wasn't exactly immense weight, Miranda wasn't in such a bad position that she couldn't have attempted to launch another attack of get some additional space between them but it was enough that she had no confidence that making such an action wouldn't put her in an even worse place and she couldn't afford that, she was already screwed enough.
"Fuck you!" Miranda spat venom as Jack told her to knock it off, wondering what in the hell was going on in Jack's head that she expected Miranda to just accept what was being forced upon her, and yet without some advantage or divine intervention she had no way to try anything else. Just as she lost the ability to fight back the worst of it came, a painful connection of Jack's rough strong hands on her firm silky ass. Her entire body was pressed against the mirror, cheek on the side of the glass as she let out a loud scream of pain, the lack of foresight making the sudden onset of pain get that vocal reaction Jack seemed to so desire. She grit her teeth after the first blow but as each subsequent hit connected with her delicate, and frankly sensitive, ass she screamed again, her hands balling up into fists, nails digging in to the palms of her hands.
The pain was intense, the stinging sensation burning her ass had her seething, the idea that she was going to be unable to sit without feeling it was infuriating. It would be a reminder of what Jack had decided to do to her, what she had failed to prevent and no doubt what would be coming next, and she was sure there would be more. That feeling, that she would have to remember what was done to her, what she was unable to stop or prevent, it had her want to rebel more than ever and so when Jack gave her yet another order, as if she were in charge, Miranda rebelled, keeping her legs where they were as enduring the smacks that came after. Even that did nothing for her and soon her leg was hoisted up and her body was once again manipulated by Jack, a very small whimper escaping her lips as her pussy dripped with desire. The separation between her logical and emotional side was growing larger by the moment, her logical side dwindling, barely holding any credence to her lust saturated brain, her body reacting to each slap and sensation, Jack's wiry body pressing up against her sending shivers up her spine. She did enjoy Jack's appearance, it turned her on, was feminine and strong, had a mix of features that attracted Miranda's attention.
As her swollen sensitive nub was targeted she cried out louder than ever, her body quivering and her legs would probably have given out if Jack and the mirror hadn't been supporting her. Her nails were still digging in to her palms as she bit her lower lip and there was no doubt it had been some time since Miranda's last pleasurable experience, her threshold for every sensation Jack sent her way gave it all away. And yet at the smallest break in Jack's actions she opened her hands, nail imprints long since embedded into her palm, and reached down to grab the hand toying with her, yanking it away to give herself more time to get her shit under control. "Shut your fucking mouth and stop touching me!" She snarled but it was more a pathetic plea than a demand and her hand was trembling as it tried to hold Jack's away from her dripping burning sex.
She wanted to plead, to try and convince Jack that she could still back off, try to mind game her, manipulate and get what she wanted but Jack wasn't susceptible. She was perhaps the only one not affected by Miranda's manipulative abilities, who didn't crumble and crack beneath those ice cold eyes and harsh confident words, no they only served to entertain and irritate Jack. When that feeling of helplessness sunk in Miranda managed to crane her neck and look into Jack's eyes and while everything inside of her screamed vulnerability and hopelessness her eyes gave Jack a strong look and she followed it up with the last bit of strength she had in her, her body already exhausted from resisting her inner urges, "Do your fucking worst." Then her head turned back and she took several deep breaths as she tried to ready herself for what Jack would decide to do, sticking to her conviction, not asking for mercy nor asking for what her body wanted, and if Miranda could stick to that she would make sure that when Jack was finally done she simply took the soonest chance to get the fuck out of there and give her absolutely no satisfaction, or as little as possible as she doubted Jack would give up before bringing forth a plethora of moans and orgasms, a confusing thought as she both desires that and was disgusted with the idea. Shit, Jack had her trapped.
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Sometimes miscalculations happened; Jack wasn't a master strategist, but she was usually pretty adept at reading what people wanted and sensing what their desires were. Miranda's body obviously desired pleasure via an intimate and experienced touch. Jack knew it, she could feel the heat radiating off of her voluptuous form, feel the shivers that went through the Operative's body with every teasing touch, and could almost smell the heady aroma of the other woman's arousal in the air. But somehowdespite what her body seemed to want so desperately, Miranda still managed enough pride to act out against her. Even that was insanely sexy. The fact that Miranda was strong, a hell of a lot stronger than Jack had anticipated made her want to get the older woman screaming in ecstasy all the more.
All of these sensations would have been unbearable for the younger biotic earlier but now that she was dominating, now that her mind was working so hard to win this little game, Jack's primal instincts had taken a back seat to her mind's fight for control and order. Unfortunately, that control was fucking up everything that she herself wanted. In an attempt to work Miranda into a little bit of a mind game, she had miscalculated the Operative's resolve and now she had to start dispensing some more consequences rather than start having some fun.
Jack had given Miranda a choice: verbalize what she wanted, or get nothing. And of course, prideful as she was, Miranda had decided to try to goad her on instead of begging to be fucked. So Jack had two options: she could either push onward, continue this dance with Miranda and pretend that she had never uttered such an ultimatum, or she could be true to her word and just leave the stubborn bitch here to soak in her own juices and figure out what to do with her arousal on her own. Part of her was kicking herself for not choosing her words more wisely. But the fact of the matter was: Jack didn't make idle threats.
Son. Of. A. Bitch.
"'Do my fucking worst?'" Jack smirked, trying her best to appear confident even though she felt a little rattled by her own poor planning. She'd never dominated a woman as powerful or as prideful as Miranda before, and it was turning out to be much more difficult than she had anticipated. Fun, but difficult nonetheless. She took a little solace in the fact that this would surely not be their only time together. And they had quite a bit of time left on this ship, stuck in close quarters, Jack could be patient, she could wait it out and slowly chip at Miranda's outer shell until the Operative finally showed her the vulnerable, sexually depraved woman that was hiding underneath.
"Was that an order? I don't think you're in any position to be giving commands." The younger biotic taunted as an idea formed in her mind. Just because she had to pull away before giving Miranda any relief, didn't mean that she couldn't wind up the older woman a little bit tighter until she was about ready to snap. "But you -do- look like you're in a position to be getting fucked." Jack's voice had dropped a touch lower as she leaned forward, nudging a few pieces of wet brown hair out of the way of Miranda's neck with her nose, giving off a surprisingly gentle and tender feeling nuzzling effect. But the tenderness didn't last all that long as Jack began to nibble and bite at the delicate porcelain flesh. Miranda was definitely going to have a couple of marks later, but it was nothing that some medigel and the collar of her uniform wouldn't be able to fix. Thoughpart of Jack hoped that Miranda wouldn't go off to the medbay to get the bites taken care of. She'd love for the Operative to have a nice little reminder of who she belonged to for the duration of this suicide mission.
While Jack's mouth was at work leaving contrasting feelings of painful bites and relaxing brushes of soft lips and tongue against Miranda's neck, her hand moved back int place over the Operative's drenched sex. No matter how many times the older biotic tried to fling her hand away, Jack would always just let her digits go back right between her legs. She swiped lightly at the Operative's clit, rubbing it lightly in a few slow circles before her fingers drifted downwards to her slick entrance. Jack eased two fingers into her and began to slowly pump the slender digits in and out of Miranda's quivering folds.
"What's the matter Cheerleader? Me fingering you isn't enough to get you off? I bet you'd cum right away if I had a strap on on" Jack murmured as she continued to mark almost the entire left side of Miranda's neck with little love bites. Her mouth worked it's way upwards, along Miranda's jawline and over towards her ear. "I'd gladly bend you over that desk in your office and give you a nice hard fuck.make you cum so hard that you couldn't even stand. But you're just so stubborn" Jack's voice drifted off and suddenly, the pumping of her fingers stopped and her hand withdrew from Miranda's clutching channel. "Enjoy masturbating in your room to thoughts of me." Jack whispered, nipping Miranda's earlobe before abruptly releasing the older biotic's leg and pushing off her body at the same time, leaving Miranda there to collect her off-balance self as Jack stood up on her own two feet again. She took a couple of steps back and then turned on her heel so that she could step around the corner and head back into the showers. Jack still hadn't bathed after all; and a quick shower would help clear her head and bask in the victory that came with leaving Miranda wet and wanting.
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Miranda was a rare type of woman, the kind who towered above the rest in nearly everything she did, and with that came strength and a pride that was definitely large enough to be considered hubris. It was her downfall, it had gotten Miranda into trouble and while she could usually manage to wade through whatever shit storm it brought upon her there was a first time for everything. For Miranda, right in that moment, it was the first time that anyone had ever pushed her to very close to the tipping point, so close to breaking down and letting what she wanted overwhelm the vast wall of pride shielding her from showing weakness. It was this teetering on the edge that had her whimpering gently as Jack nuzzled the back of her neck and began to nibble at her porcelain flesh. It was this dominant woman behind her forcing her stubbornness aside and powering through, making her whimper again as she felt bites on her sensitive flesh and instantly realized what marks would be left behind and how easily someone would know she had been with another person if they laid eyes on those marks, and what that would mean considering they hadn't docked in quite some time.
Worse than any of that, much more difficult to accept than the physical pleasures and violations Jack was pushing on to her, was the reasoning being thrown at her. Miranda was burning with desire and a need for release, she couldn't ever remember being as horny as she was in that moment and part of her wanted to spin around and lock lips with Jack as she felt kisses along her jaw. A part of her that wanted to refuse it all tried to act disgusted but even if she could fool Jack she couldn't fool herself, the strong desire to turn and let Jack have her was nearly too much to hold back, that aching between her legs, the fact that she was being stimulated but not enough to find any release. It was driving her crazy and Jack seemed to have a nice grasp on that fact, taunting her with obvious questions, and then she said something that made Miranda swallow and shiver, strap on. Miranda would have been done long ago if Jack had such a device, Miranda was proud but even she knew there were certain things that couldn't be resisted, not when used by someone who had already proven herself to be quiet skilled and someone Miranda just happened to drool over under certain circumstances.
Yet she still had enough strength left to verbally disagree, to spit and deny where her body was now openly agreeing, her hips rocking in the slightest with each maddening touch. "Fuck you Jack, I'll never let you have the satisfaction..." Her voice didn't carry much conviction however and while she would have said more everything crumbled the moment Jack withdrew, Miranda having to struggle not to slide to her knees on the floor and rise. Her legs were shaky, her arms were up against the wall as she tried to regain her balance, hot heavy breath spilling against the mirror in front of her, wet hair mattered to her delicate features. Miranda was a picture of lust in its most perfect form, like an instrument that had been warmed up perfectly and was ready for a performance that had been cancelled. Her eyes followed Jack as she turned the corner, watching her ass and sway of her hips, her own limbs starting to become more stable as she gave herself a moment, her eyes closing as she took a few slow deep breaths, not about to cry but completely worn down emotionally, mentally. She had barely lasted through that and then at the end, as if she had been hit by a fucking Krogan disappointment had shot through her.
Yes, when Jack had stopped Miranda hadn't been happy, she didn't sneer and become smug or call out and taunt Jack, she felt disappointed on every level and she couldn't hide that feeling from herself. It was crushing, why the fuck did she feel that way? It hurt that pride she had so much of and yet she couldn't do anything about it, nor did she think Jack was wrong about what she would be doing in her room that night. Her fists balled again, nails settling in to the indents made earlier and a small pathetic growl, a sad pathetic whimper, escaped her lush lips. Then, with one final deep breath she seemed to settle, every ounce of frustration and instability was instantly bottled and Miranda stood up, legs still a tad shaky but not enough to affect her as she reached up and pushed hair out of her face. She then headed over and grabbed a towel, not rushing as she wiped her body down, especially her inner thighs soaked with more than mere water. Finally she grabbed her uniform and slid it on, tossing the towel to the side and walking out of the shower in a hasty manner, passing through the halls and immediately to her room.
Miranda wasn't as fine as she appeared, there was still an internal struggle going on but she wouldn't let it show, she refused for others to know anything had happened to her, and as part of that she would be damned if she was going to the infirmary. The good doctor was always around and if not someone else would surely see her and be curious what she was doing in there, as Miranda tended to stay clear of that place, it upheld that image of perfection she always tried to keep. No, she simply had to remember to keep her neck covered to avoid anyone seeing just what the fuck was underneath her collar, those fucking marks, fucking Jack. Of course Miranda wasn't going to just stand around, she wanted to move past and forget, so she locked her door and went right over to her desk, beginning to try and do a little work as she continued to cool down and tried to distract herself.
It worked for the most part, focusing on work helped Miranda's mind drift away from what had happened, save the occasional flash and heating between her loins. However the moment she was finished, as exhaustion began to set in, her mind became less compartmentalized and she found her thoughts drifting right back to Jack, to what had been done to her, to what hadn't been. By the time she made her way to the bed, uniform on the floor and Miranda in clothing suitable for sleeping, her lust had flared up. "Fuck... Jack... You fucking bitch." Those words and many others passed through her lips for the next hour, Miranda pleasuring herself, soft moans and incredible pleasure running through her body in that time and yet nothing, she never climaxed, her body was expecting more and more was not something Miranda could give it. She had no practice on herself, she was always too self-absorbed to give it to another, and it was almost awkward trying to compete with what Jack had done to her. So after one frustrating fucking hour she growled, got made enough to obliterate a small pillow out of anger, and turned over to doze off, an entire night, that was going to be just as full of Jack as her day, ahead of her.
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As Jack sauntered away, part of her was very aware of the feminine sway that her hips had; she absolutely abhorred it. She always had tended to move with a delicate, feline grace when her feet weren't being weighed down by heavy combat boots that always caused more of a stomping/marching gait. But she couldn't help her natural walk, at least not without the aid of clunky boots and baggy pants, and now that she was naked, Miranda had a chance to actually see some of the girlishness that Jack tried so desperately to hide. Her hips had quite the feminine flare to them; her whole body formed quite a nice hourglass shape in fact. And if she wasn't so incredibly skinny from prison and her stint in cry, she probably would have had some nice curves. But as it was, her breasts were tiny, and her small bottom was tight and muscular, not jiggling an inch as she walked towards the still running shower.
Her ears strained as she tried to pick up the sounds of Miranda moving about the bathroom behind her, but it was very difficult with the sound of running water echoing off the tiled walls. Finally though, she managed to hear thewhooshof the door opening and closing, signaling that she was now all on her own. Ughnow all on her own and suddenly very not horny. With a soft groan of displeasure, she placed her head against the cool tile and reached down to lightly glide through the swollen lips of her sex. She was wet, dripping, her clit was straining and throbbingand yetfor whatever reason, she didn't -want- to touch herself.
What the fuck was going on?! Jack had the sex drive of a teenage boy that had just eaten an entire bottle of Viagara! She should -want- to finger herself into oblivion, to take away this aching throb between her legs and find a little relief. But as she lightly stroked and caressed her aching button in an attempt to get a positive reaction out of her body, nothing came. All she had was the urge to go curl up into bed and take a nap. Maybe the sparring match from Miranda had taken a lot more from her than she had realized That had to be it, no, that was it, she was too tired to masturbate, of course! It couldn't possibly be anything else. And so Jack just wrote off the weird way her body was acting and finished up in the shower, then headed down to her bunk to catch up on the extranet news and then catch a lil shut eye.
She wasn't fucking tired.
Jack had been staring up at the ceiling in the dimly lit hole that was the Engineering sub-deck for at least 4 hours now. She had no urge to move, she had no urge to do anything at all really; not even screw around on her Omnitool. It wasn't odd for her to not want to sleep. The young biotic was actually afraid of sleeping for too longusually she just took a couple of naps whenever she could to get by. That was probably one of the reasons she was still so scrawny, even though she ate a ton of food during meal times; her body just burned through calories like newspaper in it's attempt to keep her awake and going due to her odd sleep schedule. It usually takes a person 90 minutes to reach the REM stage of sleep, and so Jack tried her hardest to not sleep for anything longer than that hour and a half. REM meant dreams, and dreams meant nightmares, at least for the young test subject. She'd already busted up 3 cots during her short stay on the Normandy when her biotics had flared during her sleep, causing her to send out concentrated bursts of power without meaning to.
The Engineers did their best to stay clear of her when she was in her 'room', especially when they thought that she was asleep. And on the off chance that she actually did sleep for more and an hour and a half and had night terrors, they would notify Shepard or Chakwas. Shepard had PTSD, just like her, though for different reasons, and would attempt to wake her up and talk her down from whatever state of confusion she was in so that her screams didn't freak out the Engineers and they could do their work. Chakwas on the other hand would just give her a heavy sedative so that she could catch up on all the REM sleep she had missed without worrying about the dreams. But Jack hated needles, and hated doctors (though Chakwas was a nice old lady, so she could sort of deal with her), and wouldn't take the sedative unless Shepard held her down while the doctor stuck her with a needle.
So here she was, stuck, awake, unmotivated to do anything. And as she laid there, staring up into nothingness, her thoughts would begin to wander and of course, they'd settle onto the gorgeous and infuriatingly stubborn bitch that had been trapped in her arms moments ago.Not trappedshe -chose- to stay thereJack kept replaying the events in the bathroom over and over again. Miranda had definitely had many opportunities to really inflict some damage on Jack and escape. Or she could have just cried 'mercy' and Jack would have let her go. The Operative had had the power to end the whole scenario on her own terms and yetand yet she had either consciously or subconsciously given up her control to Jack and the scene had ended on Jack's terms (terms which she was still kicking herself over.) Why the fuck had she thought that Miranda would give in so easily?!AGH, FUCK!
Jack groaned, tossing and turning in her shitty cot in an attempt to wear herself out but to no avail. All she could do was think about what happened in the showers and wonder. Her vantage point had been too biasedshe was unable to make the call on whether or not Miranda -truly- had wanted all that had been forced on her, or if she really was just such a stubborn, hard-headed bitch that she'd let herself get raped by a psychotic biotic rather than say 'mercy'.
"EDI. Do you keep footage of all areas of the ship, even the bathrooms?" Jack called out to the ship's computer. The fucking thing was creepy.
"Yes. I have cameras installed all over the Normandy for monitoring purposes. However, recordings gained from private areas such as crew quarters and restrooms may only be accessed by administrative personnel." The AI chirped happily in response.
FuckJack wracked her brain. She didn't have administrative clearance.And then it hit her: Shepard had made Miranda give her clearance to see Cerberus top secret files! Originally it had just been intended for the use for her to snoop around the files revolving Pragia, but Jack was pretty sure that she could get EDI to give her other files, like the video feed of the bathroom when Jack had been in there with Miranda. "EDI. Shepard gave me clearance to see Cerberus files, right? So I wanna see the footage you have of the bathroom, when I was in it with Miranda."
There was a pause, as though the AI were actually -thinking- about Jack's request and whether or not she should obey it. "As you wish. Uploading the files to your Omnitool now. It is of note, because the files involve Operative Lawson, I will be notifying her of your request."
"Oh, please do." Jack grinned as her Omnitool lit up. It was a little unnerving how the AI could get into her private Omnitool so easily, but Jack wasn't going to worry about that now. Now she had some video to watch!
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An entire night of sleep had always come rather easily to Miranda, she never slept long, around five hours a night which always seemed more than enough. It was another byproduct of her genetics and years and years of sleeping as little as possible so she could spend more time getting all the duties she needed done. However after a mere two hours of sleep she found herself awake and more alert and on edge than ever. Her dreams had been completely full of Jack and it what was worse than that was that she had been unable to control them. Miranda was a lucid dreamer and yet not with her previous dream and it had definitely been more honest than she had been in the bathroom, the dream having her screaming and at one point even kneel down in front of Jack uttering the word 'please'. It made her shiver and she wiped a rare bead of sweat from her head. "Fucking hell..." She took a moment, tossing and turning before finally sliding off the bed, a small growl as she blamed Jack for all the shit and snarling as she moved over and plopped down in her chair. Miranda was so frustrated that she didn't bother putting up her usual demeanor, everyone would be asleep and she was alone in her room with the door locked.
She was still sitting up straight, her posture as impressive as ever, but Miranda found herself spinning around in the chair a few times, trying to think about what to do with her free time. She was always so ahead when it came to work that she often checked over reports she had already typed up, kept her perfectionist habits up, though she never needed it anymore, she always did it right the first time. So with already having checked over things, and needing more than work to keep her mind off Jack, that damn dream. Yet as she sat there trying to figure out to do she realized something that her busy life and no doubt some denial had hidden away, she had no hobbies. Miranda trained and worked, that was about all she did, so with time alone and the lack of her usual motivation, Miranda found herself utterly devoid of anything to do but let reality and her dream mix and the truth of what she desired sinking in. That disappointment she had felt earlier made its way back to the surface and she whimpered frustratedly, unable to completely accept that feeling, she didn't want it.
There was no outlet for it and she had to sit in the chair frustrated as hell, a hand going up and pushing hair out of her face, a strand still stuck getting blown away by pursed lips in a rather adorable frustrated manner. Miranda was not all serious and cold, not all prideful and harsh, in fact there was a rather adorable and loving woman underneath it all, some rare insecurities and someone who people could really learn to like. However that person was hidden beneath layer after layer of difficult and stubborn, beneath pride and arrogance, deep beneath the Ice Queen exterior. Yet Jack had managed to pull that part of her to the surface, a part of her that didn't need to come out in everyday life for her because nothing as personal or frustrating as the day before ever happened to the ever on task Miranda. Finally she leaned back in her chair and gave a loud pissed off "Gah!" her arms crossing as she turned and stared at the door. She didn't know what the hell she wanted to do but leaving the room was not an option, not unless she got out of her sleeping attire which was completely for comfort so did nothing to cover the kiss marks she would rather die than reveal to the chance meeting of whoever was on duty.
"Operative Lawson, I found it necessary to inform you that Jack requested footage from the showers during the time you and her were together, she has been given the appropriate clearance so I gave her the files." At first Miranda was shocked, she had tried to disable EDI from directly tapping in to the room and had tried to make it where her terminal was the only way for her to be reached but it seemed that hadn't taken. Of course she wasn't surprised, such a sophisticated program had more than enough knowledge to override anything she could do even if she was as skilled with tech as she was anything else. However that ceased to matter as soon as she realized what the fuck EDI had done, an immediate shocked look crossing her face. "You did what? She should have been restricted to Cerberus archive files not everything!" Miranda cursed under her breath, EDI didn't make mistakes, if Jack had access to all the files it meant she hadn't been specific enough in her request, it had been her error. As if her day wasn't already going bad enough another hit to her confidence had Miranda panicking, looking around the room for her uniform and almost got up to put it on but instead stopped. Going to Jack now would be a mistake, too little privacy, too big a risk others would find out, and she knew Jack wouldn't give a damn.
Instead she grit her teeth and took a few deep breaths, EDI having said something, most likely a justification, but Miranda hadn't been listening. She did however slowly stand as she addressed EDI, "Please send Jack a message for me EDI. Tell her that at her earliest convenience to come to my quarters, and warn me when she is on her way..." It wasn't her best plan but once again pride clouded her judgement, the idea of that tape getting around or being seen by just one person had her furious and that meant privacy, her mind ignoring all the warning flags and even her dream was omitted. So she walked over and grabbed her uniform, changing clothes as not to be seen in anything inappropriate or misleading whenever Jack decided to come around, which Miranda didn't expect to be anytime soon. The she went back to her chair and took a seat, beginning to fiddle away on the computer, obviously trying to get something done before Jack arrived, her pillowy lips pursed together as she went at her task, no longer at a loss as to what to do, no, once again Jack was making Miranda's day a living hell.
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After the first time of running through the video, Jack had made several mental notes. The most important one being to never, ever linger infront of the mirror in the bathroom, because apparently EDI had a camera built in behind the glass.Holy fuck Cerberus is nosy!The Normandy had more invisible eyes than prison and that was just in the bathroom! Jack couldnt help but wonder exactly how many cameras were all over the ship and where their positions were. The second, and more interesting note that she made was how Miranda had visibly shivered at the mention of a strap on.Hehmaybe when we dock Ill go pick up a new toy to torture the Cheerleader withJack grinned a little bit at the thought. It made sense to her that Miranda would respond positively to the mention of a cock. Jack thought that the Operative was straight, so of course the Cerberus slut would love to get fucked by something more familiar and more masculine like a fake phallus, rather than a female biotics fingers. Hopefully Shepard would have the urge to stop on Illium and visit her little blue girlfriend soon. For whatever reason, Asari were so much better at making strap ons than Salarians or even humans. Sure, she could get one on Omega, but they never had anything really nice or high end. And if there was one thing that Jack loved to spend money on, it was sex toys...well...that and weapons.
The second time she watched the video, EDI had decided to interrupt her right in the middle of it to notify her that Miranda would like to have a meeting in her office as soon as possible.Oh I bet she wouldJack smirked, glancing over at the time. 6am. She hadnt slept yet. PT was in two hours. Miranda probably wouldnt be there, she hardly ever showed up to group trainings. So Jack was fairly certain that she could manage to let the Operative squirm for a couple of hours by avoiding her like the plague.
Right now though, it was time for a nap. Seeing the video had helped put Jack at ease, at least a little bit. A victim of rape and sexual assault herself, it made her nauseous to think that she had done the same to someone else. Yeah, she had wanted to knock Miranda down a couple of pegs and make her feel used. But...how Jack wanted to make her feel...it was different than how others had treated her. She had given Miranda a way out, the ultimate power to end the scene and make all the bad shit stop. And yet she hadn't used it...not once did she say 'mercy'; Mirandas body had been willing. So Jack felt safe chalking up their verbal dispute to Mirandas pride, stubborn nature, and maybe even a little nervousness about going into uncharted territory by sleeping with a woman.
Feeling much better now, the young biotic set her alarm so that she could wake up in time for PT, and then curled up onto her cot to get a little shut eye.
Theres this amazing program called VidSynth thats available for download on your Omnitool. Its made by a Salarian company, open source, relatively cheap, and so easy to use that any idiot that fucks around with it for an hour or two could figure out how to use it. And right now, Jack was that idiot, using the program to make some fun little modifications to the footage that EDI had given her. The young biotic wasnt a techy person by any means. She couldnt do anything cool like use Incinerate or Overload with her omnitool. And she couldnt hack her way out of a paper bag or program anything worth a shit with it. But, it wasnt like she was totally tech illiterate; she could play the hell out of Krogran vs. Asari and N7 Code of Honor: Medal of Duty. Videogames count as being tech savvy...at least a little bit...right?
Okay, maybe not, because right now, she wished that she was a little better at the whole tech thing. Jack was struggling as she tried to fix the audio to amplify Mirandas moans and needy little whimpers. Shed already managed to cut out the parts where the Operative was bitching and struggling and instead had focused on the sections where Miranda was trembling with need. Jacks favorite part had been when the uptight Operative had visibly shivered at the mention of the word strap on, and how her hips had began rocking into Jacks hand afterwards, seeking more pleasure from the young biotic's talented fingertips. Just a couple more things to editdim the harsh, artificial lighting a bit. Annndddd.there! Finished, kinda, maybe. It still needed some work and minor tweaks. It was no sex scene out of Vaenia, but it was still pretty good for a first attempt! Jack was actually kind of proud of herself for managing the patience required to piece together the short, 10 minute clip (the other 20 minutes had been too full of Miranda being a stubborn ass to be usable).
Jack had been tweaking her homemade porno project for a good 3 hours now. Shed spent most of the day dawdling about after PT, lunch, and a nice hot shower and had managed to avoid Miranda pretty well. She had caught sight of the Operative in one of the hallways earlier, but had managed to elude her. And now she was continuing her procrastination of their meeting, at least until she had her video finished.Cheerleader is going to be piisssssseeeddd.Jack couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of the normally composed Ice Queen turning into a puddle of nervousness. Speaking of the Ice Queen...she glanced over to the clock, it was now about 8pm; most of the ship was probably carrying about on their free time so she figured Miranda would be able to chat now that nobody was really working.
So she hopped off her cot, gave her body a long, lean body a nice stretch; then rubbed the stiffness from her neck and rolled her shoulders. She had no idea how the fuck Miranda sat behind a desk all day and didnt go nuts. Jack had been holding still for 3 hours and now every muscle in her body was tight. Maybe shed go down to the gym real quick before bed, after dealing with Miranda.Yeah...that might be good...maybe see if I can beat Shepard's pull-up record....All she could do was think about how she was going to burn off her excess energy as she headed up a couple of decks to the floor that Mirandas office was on.Maybe Grunt would like to sparShe liked Grunt, he was a lot like her, loved to fight, was engineered and conditioned to be a killing machine, lacked a family, was esentially a weapon without a purpose; and he didnt talk a lot, which was good. She liked to work out her own problems in her head while sparring or working out, rather than sitting on a couch ad having a chat with Kelly Chambers, the ship whoreerthe ship psychiatrist. Didn't part of being a counselor involve some bullshit about not sleeping with your patients? And yet Kelly somehow managed to throw herself at just about everyone on the ship.
Jacks random thoughts and daydreams finally dissipated as she neared Mirandas office. Either the door wasnt locked or EDI let her in or something, because she managed to get in without even knocking.
So what do you want Cheerleader? And make it quick I got shit to do; dont have time to fuck around with you all day. Jack was prickly and abrasive as always as she entered. But her voice was light and there was a grin tugging at the corners of her pouty lips. Obviously the young biotic was in a very- good mood. Especially because she knew just exactly -why- Miranda had called her in here, she was just choosing to play dumb in order to aggravate the Operative even more.
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Miranda waited and waited and waited to no avail, Jack didn't come to her office and after hours of waiting, doing anything to pass the time, Miranda simply accepted that she had been blown off. It infuriated her for more reasons than one but the biggest being she had no clue what in the fuck Jack had planned for the footage she had managed to get her hands on. It had Miranda worried and as much as she tried to ignore that worry she couldn't, it had her unsettled and with all the thoughts constantly cycling through her head there was nothing she could do. Eventually, after hours of mental torture, she left the room and began walking around, which seemed to draw some attention. Miranda was a creature of habit and people counted on that, so when she was up and about earlier than usual, despite nothing odd going on, people seemed a tad on edge. Her mood didn't help ease tension, her icy eyes glaring at anyone who looked her way for too long and at one point she had stopped and completely destroyed one crew member for making a small meaningless mistake. It was rather terrifying really and everyone seemed to avoid the tired and cranky Miranda that day, though they didn't know the reasons for her intensity, she hid it far too well.
However only so much of her day could be spent going around and looking for any excuse to vent her frustration on, she had to stop her rounds and begin the more thought heavy portion of her day. Of course Miranda came up with every excuse she could to avoid thinking of any sort, knowing it would go straight towards Jack and the burning desire still causing her body to throb at every slight stimulation, Miranda's lust not settling anytime soon. She ate a meal, going as far as to eat it out in the open as opposed to her room to keep her mind focused, yet even that couldn't last as paranoia set in and Miranda began to believe people knew, or at least knew something was odd. Eventually giving a loud huff she went back to her room, shutting the door and one hand quickly moving up to the back of her neck, making sure that her collar was still covering the marks all over her neck, that damn bitch had to leave marks and make sure she couldn't let her guard down. Hell now she wouldn't even be able to take a shower in peace without the fear that a single person coming in could notice. Perhaps she would just wear a bandage to mask them.
Knowing her collar guarded against someone seeing those marks didn't do much good, Miranda still had the feeling that someone had seen something that alerted them of Miranda's most recent activities, or that they somehow knew she held an attraction for Jack, that maybe the woman had spread the video and people were too scared of her to say anything. It was a similar feeling to a mutiny but that was less frightening to Miranda than the prospect of everything crashing down around her from a sex tape with Jack. Even then she didn't do the most obvious solution to her worries, she never went to see Jack. The same feelings of paranoia that sent her slinking back to her room stopped her from going to confront Jack in her hole, knowing that there was no privacy where Jack took refuge and the last thing she needed was people seeing her with Jack by choice. If Miranda had just thought about things she would have come up with better solutions, realized it was more likely that people were looking due to her loss in combat, but she had all but forgotten about the little duel after the followup Jack had forced upon her.
Then again force didn't do anything to stop her from pacing about her room and actively keeping her mind off the desire causing the throb and slight wetness of her sex. Nothing was working though, as if getting over the experience wasn't hard enough she couldn't forget anything with the knowledge Jack still had the tape, so she asked EDI to deliver another message to Jack but wasn't sure if it ever got done, because if Jack received her message she hadn't rushed to the room. It was just like the bitch though, she was having more fun than she should have toying with Miranda and the Cerberus Operative was going to make the little slut pay for it. In fact, after she ran out of other things to do, even falling to weakness and touching herself a bit to the same extend as the night before, nothing, she began to look over a few things that could possibly help her in beating Jack in combat if it came down to it again. Nothing really beat experience, there was a difference, but Miranda had the groundwork, she just needed to learn more about close-quarters-combat, and not just from watching videos in her room but she had it on her mind to put more training in, put a little more priority seeing as that had been proven as one of her downfalls, at least in relation to Jack.
The rest of her day was more of the same as her first, pure obsession, not that Miranda would have used that word but it was the truth, every moment was plagued with thoughts involving Jack in some way or another and by the time the day was winding down Miranda was growing mentally exhausted. So much so in fact that it took her a moment to realize what was happening when EDI warned her of Jack's approach and she had to rush in order to ensure she had herself in a presentable state for Jack's arrival, which was sitting behind her desk, as prim and proper as always, with her door unlocked and her best serious expression plastered on her face. She gave EDI a small thanks, though she was still rather pissed that Jack had been given the file in the first place. Of course she had already realized it was her own lack of specificity that led to the loophole but it didn't stop her anger from transferring to EDI instead of herself.
However when Jack stepped into her quarters it was business as usual and she gave her a cold serious stare that was more her trying to keep control over the almost instant flood of lust that hit her, vivid remembrance bringing a small shiver up her spine. "Stop fucking grinning and give me what you already know I want. Delete the fucking files so there is no trace of it left and then get the fuck out." Miranda had locked the door after Jack had come in and there was no opening it to anyone but her and while it was partially a bluff, seeing as she was starting to get the hint that she couldn't brawl her way to a win against Jack, she wanted that damn file, to erase all evidence of what Jack had done. "Oh and just a little for your information, I've gone ahead and revoked the unlimited access you had received, you'll be limited to archive files from this point forward, you have no damn business in surveillance or active Cerberus files." Miranda gave that signature smirk of hers, almost asking for trouble as she went as strong on the arrogance as ever to cover up all she had going on right beneath the surface.
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Jack heard the softclicks of the locking mechanism as Miranda sealed the door off behind her. She couldnt help but smirk, what was the Cerberus bitch going to do, keep her locked in here forever? Highly unlikely, plus the ships computer would probably tattle on them if things got out of hand. As much as she loved a good fist-fight, the last thing she wanted to hear was another lecture from Shepard about why, fighting with squadmates is bad.
The younger woman waved a hand dismissively as Miranda told her that her access had been limited to the Cerberus archives. Shed got what she wanted, she didnt need anything more Though now part of her had wished that she had asked EDI if she could have scored some footage from the Operatives room, just to see if Miranda had been touching herself last night as Jack had hoped. The image of Miranda splayed out on her bed, rubbing herself frantically, body glistening in sweat as she chased orgasm after orgasm for hours on endGyah!Jack could feel her brain start to melt at just the thought. Her sex immediately began to throb with want, and it her head she silently cursed Miranda for having such an effect on her. She took a deep breath, trying her best to focus and not lose sight of the task at hand: infuriating and humiliating Miranda for Jacks personal amusement.
And maybejust maybeso Jack could catch a glimpse of what was underneath the Ice Queen exterior. Part of her hatred of the Operative stemmed from the fact that Miranda had fewer feelings than the ships AI, that she was too proud to admit when the organization she worked for had done something wrong, that she was just so cold Those great big doe eyes studied the Operative for a moment; really- looking at her, trying to pierce those icy blue orbs and get into the Operatives head in an attempt to understand what made her tick so that Jack could play off of that. Miranda could probably see the gears churning in her head as the young biotic tried to clear out the lusty haze that had taken over and she could finally think clearly enough to carry out her plans to fluster the Operative.
You know what your problem is, Cheerleader? You need to get laid; get someone to take that stick out of your ass every once in awhile and ram a vibrator up there instead... With a cocky smirk, Jack began to saunter closer to Mirandas desk, looking very much like a big, wild cat with every step she took. Youre so fuckin serious all the time. And here I go out of my way to make you a present and you come on giving me attitude as soon as I walk in through the damn door; thought youd be a little more appreciative. Jack taunted, the grin that she had been told to wipe off her lips was now full blown as she fell into a more confident Domme role. She had something that Miranda desperately wanted, and that just boosted her confidence, made her feel invincible for once in her life... Jack reached into one of the pockets of her cargo pants to pull out a small OSD and toss it onto Mirandas desk.
There ya go. Youre the proud new owner of our home-made sex tape. And dont worry, thats not the only copy, so feel free to keep or destroy it if you want. Jack chuckled, feeling thoroughly smug as she plopped down into the chair opposite Miranda to get comfortable. Of course she had burned the data onto a couple OSDs for hard copies and hid them in her room, -and- she had a copy on her Omnitool for safe keeping. It was rare that the young biotic to go through such extremes to back-up information, but footage of Miranda in a vulnerable state was priceless.
I wonder how much money I could get for ityou should check it out, tell me what you think I should charge per view when I finally put it up on the extranet. Of course she wouldnt, Jack was just trying to get a rise out of Miranda and make her sweat. There was some strange part of her that saw Miranda as -hers- now, thats why she had bit her neck yesterday, had specifically tried to mark her as someone that belonged to Jack And she didnt want to share the little pieces of vulnerability that she had been allowed to see with anyone else.
Jack reclined in the chair a little bit, putting her feet up knew her pose looked like something out of a bad vid from 200 years ago, but she didnt care. She was trying to do everything she could think of to piss Miranda off, and right now that everything included putting her dirty, scuffed up combat boots up onto the Operatives pristine desk. ThoughIm always willing to make trades if you really dont want these files in existence anymore Jack paused for a moment as she tried to think of a suitable exchange in order to start negotiations. How aboutyou be my good lil Cerberus bitch for a week? Mine to fuck and use how I please.annnndd then you can have your precious fuckin data back.
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Miranda could see rather quickly that Jack didn't give a damn about the locking of the door, she most likely figured that nothing would happen, she was right but Jack wasn't going to simply give up. Instead she tried to play it strong, though Jack dismissed what she thought would strike a small blow and proceeded to look at Miranda in a way that conveyed her intent, she was obviously trying to figure something out. Her mind was turning and while Miranda should have been concerned she wasn't, she still underestimated Jack in many ways and the woman's ability to plot and outwit her was one of those areas. In fact Miranda believed Jack was tactless, that she only had the ability to use force and brutish logic to get what she wanted, not that she was stupid but that she had become use to that way of dealing with problems and challenges. She shouldn't have dismissed Jack so quickly, in fact she shouldn't have dismissed her at all, she should have realized that Jack was an intelligent and cunning girl, if not she wouldn't have lasted so long on her own, because strength couldn't keep someone alive on its own. Hell Miranda of all people should have known Jack possessed some rather impressive intelligence after having studied her so much, her own arrogance was simply clouded her judgement yet again.
In fact Jack seemed to know enough to hit her where it hurt and she swallowed hard as Jack hit one of her problems right on the nose. She had to do it in a manner that did nothing but piss Miranda off though and that cocky smirk, she didn't like being on the receiving end of such a look. In fact she immediately snarled, eyes glaring into Jack's in a way that would have chilled most other people to the core. Jack wasn't most people however and Miranda found herself getting a large confident grin as opposed to the usual reaction followed by something she dreaded being tossed on her desk. An OSD and that could only contain one thing, the footage from the night before. Miranda's hand resisted the urge to snatch it up and calmly took the device, looking down at it and turning it as if she expected something to be physically written on it or it to be some kind of explosive. She then look back up to Jack, eyes growing in size as Jack told her what was one it. That little bit of human was already slipping out because Miranda had no way to internalize the feelings currently pushing to get out and she slammed her hand on the desk.
"You think this is fucking funny Jack?" She paused for a moment as she took several deep breaths, her mask having already gone back up after her surprise but it wasn't perfect, her anger was seeping through. "If any of what happened last night gets off this ship I will make it my mission to either kill you or make sure you get locked back in your cage indefinitely." She snarled, her threats were real but they were preposterous really, Shepard called the shots and she wouldn't be able to get rid of Jack easily enough to carry out those threats. "Hell maybe you would like that though, because from what last night shows you still think you're on some fucking prison ship and that the shower is where you pick up women. Let me tell you sweetie... It's not." She her hand clenched the OSD but she took another deep breath and then gave Jack a small little smile full of venomous hate.
She could hardly contain herself as Jack made her an offer she found to be outrageous, even if she could feel the juices flowing beneath her uniform, a very difficult sensation to ignore. She laughed gently as she opened up a drawer on her desk and put the file inside before closing it, the drawer having a thumbprint lock on it, and then stood up. She reached forward and knocked Jack's feet off the desk, moving slowly around the desk until she was standing in front of Jack, eyes glaring down at her. "You must not be smart enough to realize that I'm never going to do anything with you, that I find you to be a distasteful brute and that I would rather go without pleasure for the rest of my life than give myself to you for any length of time." She was being careful and doing her best to stay focused because her desire for the woman she had been looking at for the last couple of minutes was massive. Something about Jack just got her worked up, her body begging her to accept the offer and let those fingers do what they had done so well, but she was still refusing to allow it, especially when Jack decided to begin with such an ignorant offer.
"How about this, you go and gather all those little OSDs I'm sure you've got hidden in such wonderful places and bring them to me so I don't have to get footage from EDI and destroy them myself. I'll have her let me know if I've got all of them once you've done that, and then we will discuss some real terms for getting rid of the last bit of evidence." Her famous little smirk came right back out to get her message home as she showed how confident she was that she had the upper hand. After all it was a game wits and she was sure she would be able to finish this easily, and without having to do what Jack seemed so intent on doing, giving any of herself to the woman. She knew Jack really just wanted to torture her, to get another leg up in their rivalry, to fuck over the 'Cerberus bitch' as she so liked to call Miranda. "Now go, run along, I don't have all day." She mocked Jack's entrance before going over and touching the pad on the door to unlock it, moving back around the desk and taking her seat, leaning back and waiting for her to get up and go. It really wasn't that odd a request, she could find whatever Jack had hidden, and Jack was too confident for there not to be a good number of them, and it made sure that once she had them she just had to get into Jack's omnitool to rid herself of worry.
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Nah Cheerleader, I think this is fuckin hilarious- Jack grinned brightly, her dark eyes full of laughter; and for a moment, she looked very much like a playful and mischievous young woman rather than a damaged test subject. Right now, Miranda was just once giant puzzle for her to figure out, and this whole blackmail thing was a fun little game, one that she was winning. So Miranda could sling as many insults as she wanted at the younger biotic, Jack didnt give a flying fuck. Nothing was going to ruin her good mood, and nothing was going to take away the memory of the Operatives hips bucking into her hand in the showers, shamelessly expressing what Mirandas body had wanted even if her mind was not on the same page.
Jack didnt even bother to move from her reclining position as Miranda knocked her boots off the desk. She just let her feet fall to the ground with a loudthud, legs spread and parted in a rather unladylike way as the Operative stepped around her desk to face Jack and chew her out some more. The younger biotic looked up at Miranda with a cocked brow as in response to being on the receiving end of that icy blue glare. This must be what the kids in old vids feel like when theyre getting yelled at by a principal or something.
You surprise me sometimes Cheerleader; I wouldnt have figured a woman that prides herself as someone that strives for perfection as someone that would also settle for a mediocre fuck. The casually delivered comment struck a cord with Jack as soon as she said it, casting a looming shadow of doubt over her grand scheme. She suddenly became aware that she wasnt perfect, and while the thought had never bothered her before, it also never been a previous issue.Miranda strives for perfectionso shell never strive for meAs many faults as she had, she knew that all of them made her who she was. Some of those inadequacies she could twist around, morph into strengths rather than weaknesseslike her recklessness: she was amazing on a battlefield because she didnt hesitate, she wasnt afraid, and she ran on nothing but instinct. But nowno amount of twisting of her faults was going to bring her any closer to perfect, any closer to what Mirandas mind wanted.
TiredMaybe she was just tired and that was why her confidence was waning Jack had been running off of less than two hours of sleep and had pushed her body especially hard during PT today. And instead of taking another nap, she had been goofing around with VidSynth and the shower footage. So maybe she should just take a nap, retreat and regroup her thoughts. After all, as much as a distasteful brute as she was, she was a distasteful brute that knew what the fuck she was doing in the bedroom. She shouldnt be letting her own comments of anything Miranda had said effect her. Jack was amazing at giving pleasure; she wrapped herself up in that knowledge, let it chase her fleeting fears and inadequacies away before she finally spoke up.
A please wouldnt hurt. Jack gave a reprimand to Mirandas demands as she stood up from her seat. She gave her body a nice big stretch, making a couple of her joints in her back crack as she did so, as well as showing off the lean muscle and intricate patterns of ink that covered every inch of her body, and then yawned. Yes, she was indeed tired. But still awake enough to know that when making negotiations, shed have to make compromises along the way. Jack had purposefully made a ridiculously high offer of a week of sexual favors in exchange for the 10 OSDs (now 9, since Miranda had one) that she had hidden. So she wouldnt mind handing over some of those copies and maybe coming down from her time frame of a week to maybe say 2-3 days.
Though shed think about it laterright now was nap time.
Ill get the OSDs for you when Im good and ready. Or you can come down and try to take them from me yourself if you need them right this second. But youre sure as hell not getting a damn thing until tomorrow. Jack already had her back facing Miranda and was walking towards the newly unlocked door. Her shoulders had slumped a little bit and it was clear in her slightly uneven gait that she was very, very tired. Sweet dreams Cheerleader, dont forget to check out the vid, I bet youll like it.
Apparently not too tired to give a snarky goodbye before she took her leave
Jack was an incredibly light sleeper, mostly because she never entered the realm of deep sleep. So she didnt feel all that worried about Miranda or one of her lackeys sneaking into her room in an attempt to relieve Jack of her omnitool or her OSDs tonight (which she had gathered from their hiding places and tucked under her pillow instead). But just incase, she was keeping one of the copies in the front pocket of her pants and wore her omnitool to bed.
Prison makes you paranoid.
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Miranda's mind was truly against her, it meant to betray everything she stood for and if it made any sense she felt as if she were fighting herself every step of her interaction with Jack. In fact that was precisely what was happening. As Jack sat there, when she stretched, hell even when she insulted Miranda it drew two separate reactions. There was the usual rational Miranda, the side of herself she found to be sane which told her to force Miranda to give her what she wanted, or even smack the grin Jack decided to wear on her face. The other personality that was showing its head, and wasn't wanted in the least, was the ridiculous shameful part that she was desperately struggling to keep at bay. That was the side of her that had her staring at Jack, biting her lower lip as that gorgeous body taunted her with its limberness, and wanted her to blush at comments that should have done nothing but infuriate her. She was getting a mix however, not blushing to faltering but biting her lower lips before barking back and giving Jack her usual cold glare.
"Please? You must be fucking kidding me..." She could only watch in anger as Jack dismissed her demand and decided to go get some damn sleep, she had half a mind to throw her against the wall right then and there, take what it was she was so irritatingly holding as leverage. Yet at the same time, unfortunately, she found the idea of a sleeping Jack enough to fuel her lust, and thus she once again just stood there, watching as Jack left her to wait, wait to see if Jack decided she was going to comply. It wasn't all bad, just by coming on her beckon Jack had proven something, that she didn't want to destroy Miranda with the footage, not that she wouldn't, but she seemed more interested in using that to get her hands on Miranda physically. What pissed her off was that she found herself wanting the same. If Jack simply wanted money or information, anything simple for her to find a way to get her or fool her with she could do that, but when Jack wanted something personal that she didn't want to give up, well that made things much more difficult.
"Fuck!" She snapped, the door having already closed before she send her first flying into the closest chair and sending it smashing into the wall, her biotics having enforced the blow. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes and doing her best to calm her nerves as she tried to reason it out in her head. If Jack was going to come back the next day she needed to be prepared for whatever she decided to try next, which Miranda was sure would be as ridiculous as her previous two advances. Nonetheless she knew resisting was becoming harder and she was going to do her best to end the little negotiation, or perhaps game the way Jack treated it, so she could keep some distance and have some time to cool down. Yet as much as that was her plan when she finally laid down to bed, head so full of thought that she hadn't even taken off her uniform, she felt it again, that lust and hunger for pleasure she had been experiencing ever since Jack had touched her. She hadn't been able to do anything about it the night before and while she soon tried her hand at it once more she found herself unable to bring any pleasure, her body longer for a different touch, Jack's skilled touch.
Her night had been something torturous, she had dreamed of Jack and what pleasure she could receive, woken up panting and throbbing with desire, her thighs slick beneath her uniform and her skin coated in small beads of sweat. "Shit..." She muttered, sitting up and running a hand through her gorgeous mane. "I need to end this quickly." She rose from the bed and immediately walked to grab another uniform, if she was going to deal with Jack she needed to be alert, which meant a shower since the moment she looked at her clock she realized only five hours of sleep had reached her and she had never felt more exhausted in her life. It seemed her night of fictional passion had stopped her from getting any real rest and instead only had her more frustrated than ever. Miranda couldn't remember feeling like she did in that moment, even on nights where she had slept with the threat of death looming over her, when she was captured and would wake to torture, she was more on edge in her current state than any previous night she could remember, and it was still Jack's fault.
She snarled, gritting her teeth as she left the room which immediately alerted the few people up, the people on late duty who were unlucky enough to be out in that brief area between Miranda's room and the showers. Her shower itself wasn't more than a blank blur, she washed herself and was out without even registering what she had been doing, and the return to her room was much the same, aside from a quick stop to grab a ration package to eat in her room. She was soon back in her room however, eating her meal and after a few moments she found her hand holding that OSD, staring at it as she chewed on her meal. After a moment she sighed and connected it, her monitor starting it up and Miranda pushing her food aside as it began. What came next made Miranda go pale, what she remembered from that encounter didn't do what Jack had created any justice. What was playing in front of her eyes wasn't just vulgar and edited to devastating effect, but it had her instantly blushing. Her cheeks were an adorable pink hue and she was quickly heating up as her own voice supported Jack's accusations and crushed her spirit. Jack had seen this, she had made the video, Miranda's denial must have seemed hilarious to her and it had her more pissed off than ever. "Fuck..." She snarled and reached forward, taking the OSD and shoving it back in her drawer when she should have destroyed it. Miranda was not looking forward to whenever Jack decided to visit her.
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Jack lay there, panting, sweaty, and frustrated as her fingers made another pass at her swollen clit, trying desperately to reach that glorious climax that had somehow been eluding her for the last hour. An hour! A WHOLE FUCKING HOUR! And not one single goddamn orgasm! Usually she was quick to get herself off, and could manage it in less than ten minutes if she just needed a little bit of relief. Even with a partner, she was never difficult. Jack would give direction; she wasnt shy about telling others what she wanted or what she liked if it meant that she could get off. She herself knew her body so well, knew every single spot that would make her entire body tremble with pleasure; where to touch, how hard. She even knew where her goddamn g-spot was!
And yet for whatever reason, no matter what trick she tried, nothing was doing it for her.
ARRRGGGHHHH FUCK! Jack roared, pounding the side of the bulkhead with her hand that was still clean. The other hand was drenched, her panties were soaked, and her core was throbbing so hard that she thought every muscle group between her abs and thighs were going to snap. It wasnt like she wasnt aroused, she was plenty- turned on after having watched the short clip of her and Miranda in the showers as soon as she had woken up from her second nap. But somehow she couldnt manage to reach her peak. Shed just kind of plateaued right before that spike of pleasure that would send her over the end. Without the orgasm, Jack was losing her mind. Masturbation was supposed to relieve stress, not fucking add to it! STUPID MOTHER FUCKIN BITCH AGHRAAWR FUCK! She screamed, flailing around on the cot in complete and utter misery before laying still.
This is all fucking Cheerleaders fault!!!The young biotic scowled at the thought. And now that she had an enemy in mind to take her frustrations out on, she was going to go get them. Still fully dressed in yesterdays clothes, sweaty, and reeking of sex, Jack flung her legs over the side of her cot and quickly tugged on her combat boots so that she could stomp up to Mirandas office and kick the shit out of her for making Jacks body betray her knowing touch.Fuckinbitch couldnt fuckin just not buck around like a shameless whore when we were wrestling.Who the fuck bucks around and grinds their hips into a known convict whos already been branded as a girl that treats sex casually by the ships quack psychiatrist?!
It was early, very early, the shifts hadnt even changed over yet. That was probably a good thing, because Jack was on the warpath. Before leaving she reached under her bed and grabbed the OSDs from under her pillow before making her way up the stairs and towards the elevator.Bitch better be awake or Ill tear the fucking door apart and drag her ass out of bed myself!!!GAH! Cant this piece of shit elevator go any fucking faster?!! Jack bellowed into the emptiness of the elevator and punched the wall so hard that she managed to break open the skin on her already scarred knuckles. Small droplets of blood rose up from the tattooed flesh, but she didn't care, the little bit of pain helped dull her rage.
Thank goodness no one was in the hallways as she marched over to Mirandas office. Even better, the door was unlocked and she could get inside without having to blast it apart with a Warp. Before the door had even fully closed behind her, Jack wound up her arm and flung eight OSDs down onto Mirandas desk, sending them skittering over the metal surface. A couple fell off and onto the floor or into Mirandas lap, but there they were, just like the Cheerleader wanted. Wellall except for one last hard copy that Jack was too paranoid to destroy as well as the full, unedited version that resided on her omnitool
YOU! You fuckin broke my vagina! Jack snarled, her eyes glaring accusatorially at Miranda as though the Operative were single-handedly responsible for everything that was wrong with the world. And indeed, in Jack's world, everything was terribly, terribly wrong. Sex was her outlet for stress and all the energy she had. If she had no outlet, then there was going to be hell to pay from the very high strung young biotic. But, perhaps her outburst was a little much and the accusation rather wild, but when Jack was frustrated (an to be honest, a little panicked that her body was betraying her), the filter in her brain just sort of fell off and whatever she was thinking flew out of her mouth. The little run-in with Miranda had somehow managed to make her body turn against her and now it refused to work! So yeah, the Cerberus bitch had indeed broken Jack's vagina! This shit was all her fault!!!
She paced back and forth, looking very much like a restless big cat as she did so. Every muscle was tensed as she fought for control over her body. Now that she was forced to look at the gorgeous Cerberus Operative, Jack found herself wanting nothing more than to leap over the desk, pounce onto of Miranda, and fuck her until they were both satisfied and too tired to move. Perhaps coming to see Miranda after a failed masturbation attempt hadnt been the best idea. Maybe she should have showered and cooled off firstToo late for that shit now.
Well she was here, she was horny, and she had to quickly figure out what to do about it before she just flung herself at the Operative and had her way with her. Part of her was very keen on that ideabut a larger part wanted her to hold out, to wait, to make Miranda actually submit to her. The Cheerleader wasnt going to service her willingly unless she submitted; Jack could do without a bite to her clit her a Warp to her pussy if she tried to force Miranda to get her off and the Operative was in a state of mind to resist her with more force than last time. So she needed a plansomething that would make Miranda obey...
Youre competitive as fuck arent you? Jack paused long enough in her pacing to look at Miranda. She had- to be competitive, right? Thats how people get into such high-powered positions? They compete with others and show off that theyre the best Gyaaahhhh this plan had to work! If she didnt find relief soon she was just going to slaughter the crew, pirate the ship, and fly off to Omega to find some hookers. How bout this: Ill play you for the information. You can pick all the parameters and whatever the hell you want of whatever we do. But if I win, your ass is mine for today. And if you win, you get the last hard copy and the digital copy thats stored on my omnitool.
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Miranda's morning had been a fucking nightmare, despite her every attempt to ignore the desires that seemed to be pounding away at her sensibilities harder than ever. It was maddening, in fact she had taken to watching that damn video one more time, making every attempt to rationalize her actions as looking for some weakness in Jack, but in fact she had watched it with a blush on her cheeks and was usually panting by the end, making it through the entire video from beginning to end. She had even began to stroke her sex through the clothing, two fingers pushing at the outline through her uniform, giving small doses of pleasure as she hunched over her desk, small moans escaping and her ability to stop herself having vanished. She wanted to find relief, to really pleasure herself and come to fruition, but that wasn't to be because right when she was about to resign herself to another futile attempt her door opened and she had to act quickly just to avoid letting whoever it was see what she was doing. Of course when she noticed it was Jack she was doubly glad she hadn't been deeper in to the act, or worse back on her bed with her fingers deep in her sex, where it was undoubtedly leading.
She was a bit flustered and paranoid that she hadn't done the best job covering up for her actions, especially when the video of her and Jack was still up on her monitor but she did her best to act normal, bringing her usual look to her face and smirking up at Jack. She played with her omnitool as if not interested to turn off the screen that showed her pushed up against glass, the video having been right at the part where her hips had started bucking when she had paused it earlier. With that taken care of she looked back up to Jack, what the young woman had said slowly registering and a smirk rose to her lips once it did. "I broke your vagina?" She laughed softly, almost as if pitying Jack. Miranda said nothing else at that moment and just watched Jack, wondering what the hell she was talking about and more than anything else she was devising a way to get what she so desperately wanted, not just the original and OSDs but her peace of mind.
That being said Jack had given up most of the OSDs, there was one missing from the information she had requested from EDI, and the omnitool. She had to rid Jack of both of those, though she quickly grabbed the other OSDs and destroyed them one by one in front of Jack. She then looked back up, Jack having already made her offer and Miranda still considering it, reaching up and brushing a hand through her hair, blowing a strand out in a fashion both cute and sexy. "Well I am competitive, you should know that by now..." As little as she released Miranda was actually rather pissed, the last two 'competitions' with Jack had been won by the convict. To Miranda that was unacceptable and the moment competition was mentioned she was paying attention, her lust aside. Yet she wasn't really liking the wager, sure it got her what she wanted but if she managed to lose she would lose a hell of a lot more than just a competition, everything would be gone, her pride especially and she wasn't sure if she could fake disgust the entire time when she had nearly starting masturbating to Jack moments ago.
However she found her pride egging her forward once more, Miranda pondering for a moment before finally standing up from her desk and walk around the table, her eyes looking past Jack as she couldn't contain herself if she looked directly at her. "Alright, you have a deal Jack, we will compete against one another but I want to change the wager a tad." She looked at Jack at that moment, eyes connecting with the young girl. "If I win not only do I get the last of your blackmail on me but you are no longer allowed to shower while I am, I'd prefer not to have lustful eyes on me, I don't enjoy being a piece of meat for a dog." She leaned back. "However, if you win I will be yours for an entire 24-hour span, I won't act like I'm happy about it but neither will I fight whatever the fuck it is you have me to do." She smirked cocky when Jack had given her complete control over the contest, though she wasn't going to run off from an actual challenge, to her it had to involved combat and her mind was turning as she raised a finger to offer one final alteration to the wager. "Oh and even if I happen to lose, which isn't likely, I'd like the video destroyed anyways, you know, so you don't come holding it over me again. Fair is fair after all."
As she negotiated on her behalf Miranda had also concocted the perfect contest, one she was so overconfident about that it had her fooled into thinking she had already won. "Now, on to what we will be doing. I'm thinking... A simulation. It will be simple, each of us will take control of a unit of soldiers and have a team based challenge, a combat challenge with a little AI backup. The winner will be the last one standing. Sounds simple yes but I'll add something in to bring a little flavor to it and give you at least a small chance of winning. The AI won't be standard generic soldiers. It will use data of the Normandy crew, we will pick one by one until we have a full team of three and then have the computer randomize a map." She sounded pleased with herself and as she spun back around, having moved around a bit as she spoke, she gave Jack a big grin. "So? What do you think, confident enough in your tactical knowledge? Willing to wager it all? I can even let you pick first, of course Shepard won't be available."
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Jack was too busy wallowing in her own sexually frustrated sorrows to give a damn about whatever the hell she had interrupted Miranda from working on. All she cared about was the fact that her body was not doing the things it was supposed to be doing. Like now, how it was reacting to Mirandas cute little mannerisms like how she so innocently blew an errant strand of brown hair away from her gorgeous facejust that little gesture was enough to make Jacks entire body hum with a new surge of sexual energy. By the time Miranda had gotten up from her seat and began pacing about the room, Jack was clenching her jaw so hard to refrain from whimpering in want that she was pretty sure it was going to hurt like hell when she had to gnaw at Gardners shitty excuse for food.
Jack studied the Operative as she moved around, eyes glued to the feminine sway of her hips. Or flicking upwards to delicious looking breasts. Higher still those brown eyes would travel until they rested upon pouty red lips that beckoned to her. Miranda was so close so close that Jack could just take a single step, reach out, and tug the Operative straight into her arms and seal those constantly smirking lips with a deep, fiery kiss.A kiss?!Fuck, her mind was going to hell. Kissing was reserved for people that Jack didnt despise. And Jack certainly had a special sort of disdain for Miranda. Kissing was a strangely intimate actmore intimate than sex in some ways. Hell, Jack had done everything in her power to not quite kiss Miranda the day before. Her teeth had left marks, her tongue had painted lines, and her lips had brushed against that warm flesh oh so teasinglybut Jack had never actually kissed Miranda, even though her fingers had been delving so intimately into the other womans sex.
Lets not pretend Im the only dog eying your piece of meat. Jack snorted as her eyes pointedly roved over Mirandas scantily clad body. Wellit wasnt scantily clad, but that damn skin-tight catsuit left so little to the imagination. Every supple curve was put on such prominent display. But, all things aside, Jack was glad that Miranda was agreeing to something, finally, so that they didnt have to butt heads all day. Fine, Ill destroy the footage. The younger womans lips curled into a predatorial grin. Im not going to need it anyways by the time Im through with you. Youll be begging for a repeat performance all by yourself. Jack taunted, confident that once she had thoroughly worn the both of them out with a couple of hours of sex, Miranda would be much more pliable to the idea of doing it again sometime. It might be nice to have someone on the ship for some no-strings-attached sex rather than having to wait for them to dock somewhere and then going through the hassle of picking up some girl at a bar.
A simulation? Youre going to challenge me to a high tech video game? Jacks lips curled into a confident grin. Oh Miranda was in for it now, she was pretty sure that she could kick her ass on the simulator. Jack had messed around with it before, just out of curiousity and as far as she could tell, it was like an awesomely realistic version of N7 Code of Honor: Medal of Duty.
Fine, youve got yourself a deal, Cheeleader. Now come on, clocks ticking, Im horny and we dont have all fucking day before the rest of the crew wakes up. In a rather impetuous motion, Jack reached out and took hold of Mirandas hand, dragging her towards the door like an excited child that was promised by a parent that they were going to go outside to playor like an old, familiar lover that was leading their partner somewhere for a romantic surprise. She seemed to remember herself as the door hissed open and the rest of the Normandy was revealed to them. The graveyard shift was still on, but still, Jack didnt want to be seen holding hands with the Cerberus Cheerleader. She had an image to maintain, and the Ice Queen definitely didnt fit into that picture at all. So she let go of the Operatives handimmediately missing the little bit of contact as soon as it was gone.
The ride in the elevator down was spent in silence as Jack tried to figure out who she wanted on her team. Definitely Grunt for her first pickhed provide the muscle and cause chaos by charging forward and forcing Mirandas team to constantly readjust themselves to his melee attacks. That meant Jack would have to cover the middle-ranged attacks with her biotics. Shed probably go in with just her pistol....that way shed force herself to stay back rather than charge forward. Which meant all she needed was someone for the long rangeor someone who could pull some tech attacks. Hopefully she could get Garrus if Miranda didnt snatch him up with her first pick. Shed need his rangethough she supposed she could always pick Kasumi. The little thief could probably flank whatever ranged person Miranda picked up and then dispatch them fairly quickly.
In real life, Jack was shit when it came to leading. She was young, no one would follow her. But in a simulator, she wouldnt have to worry about people disobeying her orders. All the virtual members of the crew would have to obey her. The thought made her more confident and she just kept thinking about how much this was like a game, that way she didnt get nervous. Worst that would happen would be that shed have to wait to shower and wait to dock if she wanted some stress relief.
Before long, the elevator finally stopped in the Hangar Bay where the training area was also kept. Come on Cheerleader! Set it up! Lets go!
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Miranda had noticed something about Jack in the time she had been on the ship, it was that she didn't lie and more than that she tended to wear every little emotion on her sleeve. Perhaps it was her age, her hot temper, or just that she didn't think she had anything to hide, but whatever it was it gave Miranda certain advantages during the encounters with Jack. She always used that advantage, whether it be to see if a particular insult had hit home, whether she was preparing to fly off into one of her quick rages, or what exactly to expect. However the last few meetings with her had different subject matter, Jack truly wanted to fuck her and as plan text as that was it made Miranda a little nervous. She couldn't deny her own desires, that Jack seemed to appeal to her on a primal nature, but she was trying her hardest to resist. Jack on the other hand seemed intent on bedding her, even with this stupid contest that, logically, put Miranda at a clear advantage, and Miranda had seen what Jack could do when she put her mind to something. She was the kind of woman who would put her mind to something and got it done with a tunnel vision and that made her dangerous.
In fact when she made the video game comment and seemed so confident it made Miranda rethink her 'clear advantage', it made Miranda think maybe she didn't have as solidified a win as she had first believed. In fact she began to wonder just what Jack's knowledge of virtual systems and how it handled as opposed to real life situations would help her, because it was obvious from her mood she had spent time with some sort of game. There was no time to even think about that however, because as Jack grabbed her hand her mind went temporarily blank. A blush crossed Miranda's cheek, not due to the hand holding but due to the quiver of her body in response to the slightest stimulus. Miranda's body was against her mind completely, begging for release and contact, and with Miranda's limited options, and Jack having become a center for her fantasies and desires over the past few days especially, that hand being Jack's didn't help. Luckily Jack remembered the place and let go of the hand, giving Miranda time to yank it back and get herself together before exiting the room and following the convict.
Miranda had thought about Jack before, that truth had been making frequent appearances to her mind ever since the night in the shower, how Miranda would have on occasion followed Jack with her eyes. Yet even before then, in fact when she looked over Jack's files when Cerberus selected her. Of course Miranda had recommended throwing her file out but she had definitely found certain physical aspects of Jack's to be rather appealing. Now, as they rode the elevator downward, she began to wonder just what in the hell she was seeing, because as much as she could feel an attraction, as obvious as that was to her lust addled brain, she couldn't express specifics so easily. She could derive certain things, the feminine aspects, the confidence and sway, her lips, the young tight ass, but none of that explained the overall desire. Then, as the elevator stopped Miranda almost gasped, she just found Jack specifically to be sexually attractive, that was why just knowing it was her had Miranda riled up, and it caused her to grit her teeth as Jack bounded off the elevator and into the Hangar Bay.
That feeling she had, as revealing a it was to her desires, simply meant she was insane, to have any form of attraction to Jack as a whole, with her unconventional looks, her bad attitude, everything, was unacceptable. She had to shut it down before she threw herself at the girl who had her so wound up from fingers alone. That being the case she came up with a plan almost instantly, a smirk crossing her face as she walked to the computer controlling the simulation and began fiddling away, trying her best to ignore just how cute Jack's childlike enthusiasm was. It wasn't as if her current position wasn't equally eye drawing however, Miranda currently bend down just enough to show off her ass in the tight suit she always wore in public. That sight soon ended however, Miranda turning and crossing her arms under her breasts, which really only served to frame them as a centerpiece than show that she was ready to get started.
Miranda wasn't going to sit around though, she was ready to end the nuisance that was Jack on her life, get rid of her advances as quickly as she could, in order to let herself settle down as much as possible. "Alright well my first pick... Legion." Legion seemed like the perfect choice, he could perform as well as any at range and his rifle was a real gem. Not to mention he had tech skills that made even hers look like a joke and the ability to pull off some decent mid-range fighting if need be, though he was going to be her designated sniper. Yes, he was the best choice, Miranda's ranged combat abilities being quite impressive but never part of her usual repertoire, she didn't want to push it and go out of role but instead design a team to give her the best chances of winning with her usual skills. She wasn't sure if Jack would do the same, though when she picked Grunt first it didn't really surprise Miranda, the Krogan wasn't a bad choice for any situation, sure he was practically limited to short range but his ability to close a gap was impressive and he knew how to handle combat.
Miranda still believed herself to have an advantage however, because even a Krogan could be tossed around like a rag doll after their armor was destroyed, and Legion could take care of armor with his skills, Miranda was sure of it. Miranda needed one more person however and she had a few candidates in mind. In a perfect world it would be Shepard, there was no role that couldn't be filled by the fearless leader and that was something that always astounded Miranda. Shepard had earned her respect. Yet that was not an option because then picking first would have practically won the competition and Miranda wanted no part in such a match, even if it had meant her easy win. So instead she considered her alternatives, but in the end only one person came to mind that could completely cover her apparent weaknesses, though perhaps she was still sour over what had happened between her and Jack. That person was Thane Krios. If there was a single person she could think of to really put Jack in her place when it came to close quarters combat it was probably Thane, his CQC skills were impeccable and with the additional skill at long range it could provide with some interesting contrast among the team.
Miranda smirked as she looked to Jack, nodding her head as she went over to the console and put her two choices in, "Thane Krios." She turned back to Jack and laughed gently, "I know Thane usually does his own thing, wouldn't bother coming to any training sessions, but I'm sure you've seen him in action. I wonder how well you'll do against him when you get in close." Miranda seemed all too pleased with herself once again, a theme she seemed to take on when around Jack, walking near the girl and leaning in, "Make you final selection, I'll see you inside." She didn't give any real taunt at that point, instead she walked over to her area and got ready, letting battle strategies and team scenarios pass through her head. She liked the idea of having two ranged covering her and then at some point, when Jack was seen, having Thane flank her, it wouldn't be a bad idea. Regardless a lot depended on Jack's next choice, the arena template, and just how hot-headed Jack would get. It was going to be fun, but most of all it was going to give Miranda her freedom, not to think about Jack holding a damn thing over her head, and hopefully the cooling down of her libido a bit, even if that meant arranging for Shepard to drop them off for a bit of shore leave, because even Miranda needed release.
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Jack appeared to be antsy and entirely incapable of sitting still, especially now that she was excited. Video games were a nice break from reality; Jacks reality was incredibly shitty at times, and so of course she sought refuge in worlds that were not her own: in books where she could imagine and pretend to be someone who she was not.; in sex where she had the control that she did not have in real life; or in video games where she could be a leader whom people would willingly follow to the end of the galaxy. Even villains like to dream of being the hero sometimes.
She paced back and forth, eyes glued to the Cheerleader as she set up the simulator. Not that Jack didnt trust her butwellJack didnt really trust anyone to not screw her over. Wellthat was a lie, she trusted Shepard. The Commander had been nothing but friendly towards her; always deflecting Jacks sexual advances and brushing off the young biotics insults. Shepard was stubborn, constantly coming down to visit the Convict even when Jack told her to Fuck off numerous times, Shepard still tried to get to know her. And so, as awful as it was to say, there was one person she could trust and considered an actual friend on this ship.
But unfortunately, Miranda wasnt one of them. The majority of her distrust came from the fact that Miranda was working for Cerberus. While the Operative herself had never done anything horrible to Jack, other than fling ignorant insults at her, the fact that she worked for such a disgusting corporation such as Cerberus was enough for Jack to not like her. Sure, she found the Operative incredibly attractive and visually appealing. And there were parts of her personality type that Jack really enjoyed such as her competitive nature, her strength and---
Andwhat was she thinking about again?
Jacks brain turned to mush as those dark eyes caught sight of Mirandas perfect rear bending over the console. And all that Jack could envision was the Cerberus Operative stripped out of that uniform and trembling in pleasure as Jack made that perfect ass hers The young biotic stopped dead in her tracks and just, stared, unblinking and unmoving. Usually the young Convict was amazing at being covert; or at least, more covert than a man. But now, there was no doubting that what was going on behind those big brown doe eyes were one hundred different sexual scenarios, all involving the Cheerleader in some compromising position.
She only recently just let Miranda know that she had been checking her out in order to piss the Operative off. But Jack had been carefully stealing glances ever since she had first stepped on board the Normandy. Mirandas looks had caused her to take notice immediately, but her strange personality had made Jack do a little digging. How the hell could someone who was gorgeous, smart, and had led a privileged life so pissed off all the time? Jack still didnt have an answer; the few files on Miranda that she had found in the Cerberus archives werent particularly useful in figuring out why the Operative was as cold as she was.
Legion huh Jack mumbled to herself. Nooowww she was in trouble. Legion could easily outshoot Garrus. In real life, Garrus bravery would even them out, but on a simulator, Legions computerized precision would probably outweigh the benefits of Garrus more human traits. So now she had to choose someone specifically to take out the AI Ill take Kasumi. It was a risky move; but one that Jack was comfortable with making because if she could manage to get rid of Legion, then it would be 3vs2.
And shed need that advantage, because as good as she was, she was pretty sure Thane could take her out in close quarters combat. With a little nod and a deep breath, Jack followed Miranda into the simulator and was immediately immersed in darkness. The map selection came up. It was Haestrom, a map that was modeled after the planet they had rescued Tali from. It was basically a long gauntlet with positions for snipers at the ends and an entire middle of the map filled with plenty of artificial rubble and places to hide.
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3.2.1BING!
The black background of the simulator changed and was replaced with a complex HUD overlapping a virtual battlefield. Jack was now flanked by holographic versions of Kasumi and Grunt and although her nerves suddenly began to get rattled from the burden that came with leading real people in a firefight, she soon remembered that this wasnt real. This was all just a simulator. So she set priorities: Legion first. Shed use Grunt to draw Legion out from wherever he was hiding. Grunts Immunity skill should be enough to last a couple of shots, long enough to get Kasumi into position to take out the sniper. Jack was sure once Legion was dealt with, this would all be in the bagnow they just had to find him Jack set off to take care of the left hand side of the map and search while Grunt took the right hand. Kasumi stayed back and in hiding, waiting to run up and attack once they found some targets.
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Miranda had noticed Jack's staring immediately and while she should have been burning with rage or giving her a mental smack-down for being something that correlated with what had happened the night before, she didn't. In fact from the moment Miranda had seen those big doe eyes inspecting every voluptuous part of her body she found herself blushing and for that reason she didn't look Jack in the face, instead she scowled to herself, a cute pout of sorts as she tried to get control of herself. She was embarrassed, and with Miranda being unable to remember showing a single person that particular expression she wasn't about to start with Jack, it was too vulnerable an expression for an enemy to see. Of course enemy wasn't exactly a valid title, her enemies were dealt with swiftly and without mercy, as was Miranda's way. No, Jack was not an enemy, at least not as long as she was part of the Normandy, and even with the shit she pulled the day before. Miranda was use to that kind of shit, nobody had even overpowered her, that was new and infuriating, but Miranda had been attacked a few times in her life, usually by men who thought they were something.
Miranda shook her head, those memories, the days before she was the woman she had become, being a woman working her way up the chain of command when it was a mainly male led organization, they hadn't been good days. Yet Miranda hadn't had a choice, she needed a position in an organization that could keep her out of reach of her father and that gave her resources to protect what little was precious to her, nothing else had mattered for a long time. Hell Miranda cared less about herself that the other rare things she treasured, and she had always put those above herself, growing cold and hardened to keep herself strong enough to keep it up, to stay strong and rise to the top. After so long of doing that she had grown complacent, nobody had cracked her shell or even attempted to really, the barrier she kept up made most people give up at first glance, admire from afar as they wished she was in their league. Perhaps that was why Jack bothered her so much, why the woman got to her so easily, because not only was she quite something to look at but she had the personality and desire, perhaps even the foresight, to know what was behind Miranda's cold exterior was worth digging for.
Miranda laughed to herself, a slight huff as she pushed a bit of hair behind her ear. No, that wasn't likely, Jack just wanted what most people who had the guts to approach her wanted, the exterior. So Miranda was going to do what she did best, she was going to obliterate all hope Jack had of ever getting whatever it was she wanted and she was going to do it with this fucking simulation. So she loaded in, -3... 2... 1...- Miranda opened her eyes, a smirk appearing on her face as the scenario loaded, this was going to be fun. Immediately she took a deep breath, commanding her team with the knowledge she always used, calm and collected like on any battlefield. Of course it wasn't a battlefield, it was more of a game and while Miranda didn't realize it that was a disadvantage for her, because it was a game and the advantage she believed commanding a squad got her wasn't as substantial as she believed it to be, in fact her overconfidence of real world talents could be more trouble than she could fathom.
Yet Miranda was confident and she quickly gave out her commands, ordering Legion to take an elevated position and stay out of sight and to only engage when either Kasumi or Jack revealed themselves, and she put a priority on Kasumi, as that the thief was perhaps the most difficult to predict and she didn't want to get caught off-guard. As for Thane he was also to stay out of fight and preferably to engage anyone who found themselves isolated and if heavy combat were to break out to focus on Jack, Thane's skills being very effective against Jack's in theory. Hell the trained assassin was quite impressive, then again everyone on the ship was meant to be impressive, even Jack but she would never admit it. As for Miranda, as uncharacteristic as it was Miranda planned to be the front line of her little team. She would be bait, play it safe and lure them towards her, perhaps the Krogan would be as rash in the simulation as he was in reality, and Miranda was confident she could deal with him if she did her usual.
So that was just what she did, the moment it start she ordered her two men to their positions and began moving up, staying behind cover, her pistol in hand as she watched for Jack and her squad. "Alright Legion, just keep yourself nice and quiet and wait for that perfect shot. Thane, be ready to pick off whoever makes the first screw up." Miranda would have laughed to herself if it wasn't a combat situation, that if anyone were to break off and act alone it would be Jack, that was what she would do in a normal situation. However it was combat, even if virtual, and Miranda was calm and calculating, eyes looking towards the other side of the map, her body leaned back against cover, her hand cannon firmly gripped, hand rippling with biotic power. She was ready to get this going, to end this and win her freedom, and really she was so determined it was bordering on arrogance. She took a deep breath, keeping her eyes peeled for another moment, and then dashing to the next piece of cover, rolling with grace even in combat. "Come on Jack... Let's see what you've got."
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As a virtual Jack wandered around the battlefield, looking for opponents to send flying into walls, real Jack was trying to analyze Mirandas team. As far as she could tell, the Operative had picked squadmates that were well balanced when it came to range: Thane for CQC, Miranda for mid and support, and Legion for long-ranged sniping. But build-wise, the Cheerleaders team was just like her: a bunch of sneaky bastards that couldnt take a punch. So Jack had countered that with a bunch of close-ranged heavy-hitters. It was risky, (especially because if Legion got into a good hiding place, there would be no way to get him down) but she was pretty sure it would work. Videogames are amazing because crazy ass gameplay tends to pan out. No one just runs into peoples spawns in real life! That shits just nuts, even Jack didnt just go hauling ass straight into enemy territory.
All she needed was to get rid of Legion, and then she could easily destroy Miranda and Thane in 3v2 combat. Thankfully the map didnt seem to have any areas that were super high or impossible to get to.Come on you fucking tin canwhere the hell are you
She was trying to be patient and hang back just a little bit, let Grunt go in up the left side first. The Krogans shields and armor could really take a pounding; she was sure that he could stand getting unloaded on by three people long enough for her to start blasting people away. But she was ready to lure people out on her own as well: Jacks biotic barrier was strong enough to withstand at least one sniper rifle shot, sometimes two. Today she was definitely going to be able to take the two. Jack had decided to go into the simulator without any sort of weapon. Without her shotgun weighing her down, shed be much faster, be able to maintain her biotic barrier better, and have a shorter cooldown on her biotic abilities so that she didnt overload her implant or hurt herself. Hopefully this speed would be all the difference when it would come down to her fighting Thane.
Good God this was taking fucking forever. Ten minutes in and she hadnt seen a single person yet or heard a gunshot. It was like the computer had wanted to drag out her journey towards victory over Miranda even more by picking a map that was suited for a 5v5 rather than a 3v3. Patience wasnt one of Jacks strong points, the fact that she had lasted 10 minutes without blowing something up was a miracle in and of itself. Couple her poor patience with a lot of energy that was begging to be put to use and the young biotic was like a child on a sugar high that was being told to sit still.
Jack was really- bad at sitting still.
COME ON YOU SONS OF BITCHES LETS GO! Jack roared as she started sprinting forward, throwing Warps and Shockwaves blindly, hoping to just clip someone or something so that her sensors would pick up the disturbance.
Grunt, keep slowly sweeping up the left hand side. Come in towards the middle just a little bit to cover me if things turn to shit. Kasumi, move up, stay around the edges of the map. Legion will definitely be hiding somewhere along the edge- WHOA!BANG!Jack yelped as her barrier dropped down to 25% and every fucking sensor that the HUD had started to go crazy and blink red. She bobbed and weaved, looking around for targets before finally she spotted that tiny little lightbulb thing that was Legions eye across the map. She sent the coordinates in to Kasumi and then ducked behind some piece of fake rubble while she waited for her barrier to recharge.
Fuckin bastard Jack growled. She knew that she was pinned and all she could hope for as that Kasumi would take out Legion before Thane or Miranda found her and made her leave cover. Legion would definitely be recalculating his shots. That first one hadnt been a headshot, apparently he hadnt been expecting Jack to move as fast as she was. But now that the AI knew that she was without a gun and jetting along, she was pretty sure that the next shot was going straight to her face. Come on Kasumimove your tiny lil Asian ass.
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Patience, it was generally one of Miranda's strong points and yet when Jack didn't react as she predicted, when over ten minutes elapsed before anything happened she found herself rather impatient. However she remained calm enough and continued to survey the area, waiting for one of those moments where her tactical ability would be of use. And then it came, Jack's little rampage that had been almost certain from the start. Yep, predictable Jack and Miranda smirked, watching shockwaves and warps being thrown wildly, which caused Miranda to raise an eyebrow. It wasn't usually for a biotic to do that, few could withstand such an onslaught for long, and Miranda tilted her head slightly as she began moving towards Jack. Miranda didn't grasp how video games worked, in her mind a simulation should be the exact same as life, a personal limit on biotic usage being such a thing she would expect. However that didn't seem to be the case, unless Jack had just lost it and truly believed she could beat Miranda with random attacks on such a large battleground. That wouldn't be happening though, Miranda wouldn't let it, and as soon as Jack dropped her guard she was going to be in position to take advantage, or that had been the plan.
Plans often went awry though and as she moved towards the location of all Jack ruckus a single shot rang out, the anti-material rifle of Legions. She activated her hud, not quite knowing how it worked either, but figuring out that nobody had been taken down from the attack. "Shit..." She cursed under her breath, taking note at where Legion had someone pinned down. She knew Kasumi had been meant as an anti-sniper counter measure and she had to use Legion's shot before she could no longer, so she ordered Legion to keep position and keep whoever he had pinned in place, and if Kasumi came for him to simply do his best to take her down. In the meantime she ordered Thane to move into position and look for Jack, Miranda moving at the same time. If this were a real battlefield she would have dropped back and taken down whoever went to take down Legion, but it being a game had her thinking differently, thinking that Kasumi would be easier to deal with than Jack or Grunt, and that sacrificing Legion for one of those two would constitute victory. Miranda was trying to play the game like a game without really knowing how.
Miranda senses were sharp, she was going up the side, towards the pinned enemy, when she stopped, ears picking up on a rather loud footstep and before she could really prepare herself Grunt came charging right at her. She had been ready soon enough to dodge out if the way though, agilely rolling out of the way and popping off several shots at the large Krogan, all three popping him in the side of the head. As good as her aim was it didn't matter against a Krogan, they were too difficult to take down alone, at least in a timely fashion even for someone like Miranda. So she needed help, a fuck escaping her lips as she ordered Thane to continue towards the location to engage the already hit enemy and ordering Legion to change target and hoping Thane was close enough to get the pinned enemy before they could escape after the next shot rang out.
Legion's shot rang out, smashing into Grunt's head and Miranda smirked, Grunt was touch but a rifle shot to the head, one more and he would be vulnerable to her biotics. Yet it never came, Grunt simply turned, a grin on his face, and lifted his shotgun. "Oh fuck." Miranda slammed behind cover as half of it was peppered with shotgun fire, Legion must have been taken out, she just had to hope Thane was doing well because with Grunt with her it meant Thane was up against Jack. If he managed to take Jack out she could use him to take out Kasumi next, perhaps even have him get into a sniper position while she lured Kasumi out. Regardless she had to take the Krogan out and she turned the corner to pop a few shots off, hitting Grunt square in the chest with each, not having time to aim for his head as she moved to another piece of cover, narrowly avoiding the full brunt of a shotgun blast, though her shield got about 10% knocked off of it in the process. "Fuck... Okay..." Miranda took a deep breath, she needed to take out the Krogan quickly.
So she popped around the corner, popping off the rest of her clip and then launching a strong biotic push against the Krogan, and luckily it worked, sending him flying back up and hitting the ground. That wasn't enough to take him down however and Miranda lifted him up into the air, returning his grin from earlier as she popped several rounds of her now reloaded clip into his head, the simulated enemy dissipating. "Now let's just hope Thane's done his job." She took a deep breath and then took off running, not wanting Kasumi to catch her off-guard and wanting to get to Thane if he was even still up, the hectic situation with Grunt making Miranda forget about the HUD and her ability to check and see what the situation with her team was. She just had to hope she was running recklessly to a fight that Thane had lost, or that Jack's shields were still down at least. Shit, she really had to hope, her ass was on the line in the most literal way and she wasn't sure she could handle that, though her mind, if not focused on battle, would probably be thinking of just what would happen if she did lose.
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Legion was no problem for Kasumi once the Thief knew where he was. She uncloaked behind him, unleashing a Shadow Strike that distracted the geth long enough that he forgot all about shooting up Grunt. Legion turned around to attack her instead, switching to his assault rifle in order to deal with the close quarters combat. But of course, by the time he had turned around and switched weapons, Kasumi had already cloaked and decloaked behind him, launching an Overload at point-blank range and frying the geths virtual circuits. The holographic projection disappeared, and Jack got an alert on her HUD, stating that Kasumi had taken out Legion. Which was good for her, because now she had Thane on her ass and couldnt be worried about a sniper taking her out as she tried to figure out how to deal with the Drell.
Thane was fast-. Her barrier hadnt regenerated all the way by the time the Drell had spotted her. And when he did, he had started unloading his pistol into her, causing Jack to dart from cover and start sprinting away. There was no shame in running, especially on a simulator, so Jack bobbed and weaved through the cover, throwing Shockwaves and Warps behind her.Aggghhhh fuck I really need to learn how to get a Singularity field going!!!She needed to find cover and soon, because she knew that it would be impossible for her to beat Thane in CQC if she was starting at such a huge disadvantage.
Kasumi, get your ass over here right now. The young biotic commanded as she hurtled over a couple of obstacles, glancing behind her to see what progress she had made on losing Thane. But the sight she was greeted by wasnt one she had anticipated.Holy fuckJacks mouth hung open as Thane ran so fast that he was just defying gravity and running across a wall, straight at her.Shit, I want to do that!Apparently the Drell was keen on circumventing the problem that hurdles caused by avoiding them all together.
Kasumi! Flashbang Grenade! Jack barked out the order as soon as Kasumis blip on her sensors was close enough to carry out such an order. She was halfway through the word grenade before her entire field of view was filled with a blinding white light. The young biotic had impeccable map awareness, so even though she couldnt see a damn thing, she remembered that about four steps to her left was some cover. And so she dove for it, ducking behind the rubble and hiding out for a moment as she waited for the effects of the flashbang to wear off. By the time her screens had returned back to normal, Kasumi had finished off a stunned and disoriented Thane Krios.
Awesome!And now theres just oneJack grinned as she popped open the team status on her HUD. Grunt had been taken out which was a disappointment. She kind of knew that would happen, once the shields of a Krogan were down they were pretty easy to take apart with biotics. But still, she was pretty impressed that Miranda had managed to take out Grunt pretty much all on her own. Now she just had to get the Cheerleader out here and they could finally finish this little training exercise and have some real fun. Ohhhh this is going to be good Jack murmured to herself as she glanced around. She didnt see Miranda anywhere, so shed go and advertise herself right in the middle of the map which was an open area.
Come on Cheerleader, come on out and fight me! Or would you like to see how good this simulator is? Think I could fuck a virtual version of you on this thing? Jack cackled as she blatantly taunted the older woman. Her arms were raised and she was making it very clear that she was unarmedthough her hands pooled with biotic energy that she was ready to let out at a moments notice. Right now her strategy revolved around the plan that perhaps she could piss Miranda off so that the Operative would do something stupid; then they could end this damn game and she could claim what was hers. Maybe if youre a good sport and come surrender to me now, Ill be nice and leave your perfect little ass. Though hey, I guess if youre into anal you can put up a fight.
Even though the simulator didnt give her the same high that actual battle did, Jack was still tormented by her desires. Miranda was as deadly as she was sexy, and that combination was definitely a major turn on for Jack. Plus the tiny bit of human that she had managed to drag out from underneath Mirandas Ice Queen exterior had been so alluring that Jack found herself wanting desperately to see more of it.
While Jack was sweeping the area, Kasumi was also wandering around, though she was cloaked and set to Aggressive. So if the little Thief caught Miranda in her sensors first, Jack would be notified on her own HUD and would rush over to finish off a softened-up Operative.
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Jack's voice stopped Miranda cold in her tracks, a hard swallow loud enough to be audible as the realization of what that meant hit her. Thane had failed and her gamble hadn't paid off in the least, in fact it seemed to have backfired and right then and there Miranda started to crack a bit. She had just been defeated in the team portion of the match, Jack had managed to take two of her teammates out in exchange for one. Sure Miranda could argue that in real life her tactics would have been more careful and defensive, that she would have finished it with the utmost care for the operatives under her command, but that was pointless. The truth was that Jack had beaten her, simulation or not, and the one thing Miranda had believed she would win in, commanding other people, using her tactical strength and personal style of combat, she had in fact lost at. Jack had defeated her at every turn, in training, in the shower, and now in the simulator. Suddenly Miranda was feeling a heavy dose of reality and shame smashing down on her at once, her usual arrogance and confidence crushed beneath Jack's heel and she didn't quite know how to handle that big of a blow.
In fact for a moment she wondered if she had just been wasting her time all those years, the moment of vulnerability bringing one of her biggest fears down on her, inadequacy. Miranda had felt inadequate for a good portion of her life, a ridiculous notion when she was supposed to be perfect, but she had met people that could outdo her, that could show her up despite the scientific advantages she had received and it had always left her with this intense feeling that she was an untalented person. It was why she practiced so much, why she hid behind her intelligence and cold exterior, why she didn't get close to people. Deep beneath all her false bravado she believed that if people got to know her, truly found out who she was and what she was capable of, that they would see her as some sort of fraud. "Fuck fuck fuck..." Miranda cursed, reaching up and pinching the bridge of her nose as she felt a mix of hopelessness and rage, a conflicting set of emotions both pointed at herself. Out of all people Jack was the one seeing her imperfections, chiseling away at her shell and dragging out the vulnerable human side of her. Miranda hated it.
Yet there she was, in a desperate situation and on the losing end of a wager that would only give Jack further control over her, the freedom she had hoped for seeming an impossible distance away. Yet there was nothing she could do about it and that feeling of vulnerability, that gnawing inadequate feeling, it was already out there and she couldn't shove it back in so easily, not with the stress of stilling being in the game, not without some serious time to herself, and yet she wasn't going to get any of that. As weak as Miranda believed herself to be she wasn't that big a pushover, in fact Miranda was a strong woman and while she couldn't bring herself to believe it she was quite impressive, because even if she hadn't started out that way she had worked hard to get there. So after a few deep breaths she reloaded her pistol and decided to do the only thing she could, attempt to make some last minute effort, go at Jack with full force and hope something happened and Kasumi didn't crush her from behind. The chances were low, somewhere deep inside Miranda knew she couldn't win in the virtual world, but there was no other choice.
So Miranda was sneaky, she had made her way close to Jack, moving into position behind cover and peeking around to see the biotic waiting for her, spouting off nonsense, though really Miranda knew it was closer to being truth than she wanted it to be. Then finally she popped out of cover, moving towards Jack with her hand cannon popping off shots, not a single one missing her target and Miranda making easy head shots, her free hand glowing with biotic energy as she prepared to do whatever she could. And yet, as Jack's shield dropped Miranda felt a sharp pain in her back, turning to see Kasumi. That small distraction, the dropping of her shields, it had been perfect, because as she turned back to face Jack it was already a moment late and she got nailed with a biotic blast, flying back and hitting something solid, the wind being knocked out of her before she received a hail of bullets from Kasumi and everything went dark.
Miranda didn't exit the simulation immediately, in fact she took a good deal of time just remaining still, her mind blank as she felt it all sink in, panic and a sinking in the pit of her stomach causing her body to tremble slightly. Miranda wasn't one to feel like she currently did often. She could have been caught in an enemy base and felt more at ease than she did in that moment, and when she finally exited the simulation her eyes were still closed, as if she were trying to hide from what came next, how fucked she was now that Jack held the power. She knew she couldn't go back on her word either, hell Jack could just take what she wanted at that point, a fact that had been proven yet again, and so finally she opened her eyes, a human look on her face for once, one of complete defeat. There was no Miranda wit or bark that usually came so quickly, no arrogance to make up excuses, and no confidence that she could find a way around it all, Miranda had lost and she couldn't figure out how to react to the situation she was now in.
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Come on Miranda! I dont have all fucking day!! Jack turned around again, trying to spot the Operative.Fuck, I knew I shouldve told her to put a time-limit on this shitShe couldnt help being impatient at this point, victory was in her grasp, and more importantly, so was sexual relief. Jack didnt give a damn about who was the better fighter anymore. The only thing that had been on her mind for hours upon hours was Miranda. Mirandas silken skin, her voluptuous form, her trembling voice
GYAH! Jack sputtered in surprise as a shot made contact with her head; then another, and another. All it took was a half turn and she was able to face Miranda, but that was all the time it took for her barrier to shatter. With the lightning fast reflexes of someone that played far too many videogames, Jack commanded Kasumi to use a Shadow Strike against Miranda. And right before the Operative could obliterate her, the blow landed and Miranda was distracted for but a moment. A moment was all Jack needed to launch a powerful Shockwave straight at Miranda, sending her flying. And while it was Kasumi that had scored the final blow that took the Operatives health down to zero, Jack was still the one that felt a surge of pride rush through her body.
She had won! Fair and square, she had overpowered Miranda in a game of the Operatives choosing. Jack didnt have any delusions of that now she was going to be the next Commander Shepard or anything, but she was still pretty excited that she had beat Miranda at something. Thoughpart of her knew the entire reason she had won was because of the Operatives hubris. Jack herself wasnt cocky, not the way Miranda was. She was the best Vanguard class biotic because she knew- she was the best. That being said, she knew she wasnt the best biotic overall, or even the best hand-to-hand combat fighter or best shooter. Maybe that was the only difference between them. Jack was very aware of all her shortcomings and Miranda had been bred to be perfect and didnt acknowledge any faults she had because hey, she was perfect.
As soon as the simulator powered down, Jack stepped outside and into the harsh artificial light of the Hangar Bay. Her brown eyes squinted a little bit as they adjusted to the light (she hated bright lights, they reminded her of the examination room on Pragia). She expected to see the Cheerleader out here already, maybe retreating so that she didnt have to go through with her end of the deal. But Miranda wasnt out herewhich meant she must still be inside
The look on Mirandas face when she finally came out made Jacks smile falter. It was so strange to see the look of complete and utter defeat on someone else. It was differentshe had looked people in the eyes before she had killed them. But somehow, knowing your about to die and knowing that youve been defeated have their own separate looks And if she was perfectly honest, she didnt like it. Miranda looked like an abused and beaten pit-varren.
The young biotic resolved to make it better, to give Miranda something else to think about other than the pain of losing. But she didnt want to make anything better in public, no way. Brown eyes flicked around and her ears strained to listen; there was no one in the Hangar Bay, no one would be here until PT, and according to her internal clock, which was hardly ever wrong, that meant they had about an hour before they had to worry about someone coming down here.
Come on. Jack grabbed Miranda firmly by the hand and tugged her back into the darkness of the simulator.
She didnt usually do thisat least not with people she didnt particularly like. But Miranda needed a little booster, something to rip her out of her loser funk and into something more conducive to what Jack wanted: a horny mess. So with a soft growl to assert her dominance and set the pace, the young biotic pushed Mirandas back right up against the wall, molded her lean, muscle form against that supple form that had been haunting her thoughts for days, and connected their lips in a deep, hungry kiss. There was no tenderness to it; the way Jack kissed Miranda was primal, full of desire and fire. The younger woman gave a soft moan against her lips, her body heating up the moment that their lips had joined and now pure flowing through her veins like magma. Jacks hands began to tug at the Operatives clothing, growling her displeasure as she struggled to find the hidden zipper.
She wanted Miranda, needed to feel her bare flesh pressed against her own, right fucking now.
You have ten secondsto get out of that uniform beforeI tear it to shreds andmake you walk up to your office naked when Im done with you. Jack was out of breath and panting softly. Her voice was low as she delivered her command, the space between them was so small that she didnt need to bark out orders. A light nip was given to Mirandas pouty bottom lip before she pulled away, just enough so that she could start to strip. Two softthuds were heard as Jack kicked off her combat boots. The straps that covered her breasts were the next things to go, a shiver running down her spine as the leather brushed against her nipples, coaxing the skin on them to tighten and the little buds to harden. Her pants were next, they were so large that she didnt even need to undo them. Just a little bit of swaying of her hips and a couple of tugs and the garment was off, leaving the entirety of Jacks tattooed, muscled, and nude form free for Mirandas eyes.
By now both their eyes had adjusted to the dim-lighting that the interior of the simulator cast. For that, the young biotic was glad. She didnt want to fuck Miranda in the darkness. Jack wanted to make sure that shed be able to see- the vulnerability wash over Miranda when she finally came and surrendered to the pleasure that only Jack could provide.
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Miranda was in a haze as she walked out of the simulator, it was pathetic but she wasn't in a place where that realization had hit her, hell it didn't even seem important at that point. The only thing that snapped her out of it, even in the least, was the feeling of Jack's hands on hers, to which she had to stop herself from flinching and pulling away. Hell she really wanted to yank her hand away, to yell and scream and figure her way out of it, but she couldn't, she barely had any pride remaining and she wanted to keep at least a bit of it. So she allowed Jack to drag her along, back into the dimly lit simulator and immediately Miranda found Jack the one in command yet again. It was an unusual situation, though it didn't as outlandish as the day before. The soft growl sent a shiver up her spine and as her back hit the wall she looked straight at Jack, her usually icy eyes more shaken and vulnerable, a window of weakness for Jack to slip through and take hold of the humanity that almost seemed to slink back beneath the surface if given the opportunity.
The lean form that was Miranda pressed up against Miranda's body, which had the perfect mix of sort and firm to entice any sense that wished to enjoy her beauty. Then it came, the part she had feared more than anything else, the physical motive behind everything. Yet as much as she had feared it that vulnerability that plagued her made resistance more elusive than ever, the feeling of soft lips pressed up against hers in a primal wanting manner brought a moan, a cute little confused moan as a blush tinted her cheeks, a difficult change to notice in such lighting but Jack could probably see it at such close distance. Miranda didn't kiss back however, at least not actively, she simply stood still, almost stiff, like a thief caught red handed and unsure of what to do. Part of her was saying run or escape, but the other part knew there was nowhere to run, she had been neutralized. It was only when Jack pulled those lips away that she reacted, her lips automatically following Jack's as they retreated and keeping the connection for as long as she possibly could, and she didn't have the ability to stop herself from doing so, even a small whimper sounding as she felt Jack's teeth nip her bottom lip as she pulled away, leaving Miranda to soak in the demand she had given.
It was so odd to her, Miranda didn't want it, she didn't want to be taken by Jack, to lose to her in any way, but she couldn't deny the attraction and with her third loss to the younger woman she no longer had a right to decline or fight. Though her mind began trying to bounce back, trying to tell her not to let her have any more power than she had to, to make her work for whatever she wanted and not give an inch unless Jack ordered it, as was their current power dynamic with Jack's wish being Miranda's command. And while it should have been reluctant it wasn't, not that Miranda was enthusiastic but her emotional state didn't allow for solidarity on either end of the spectrum. Then again her middle ground, the inability to select an emotional response to her current situation, it caused the removal of her uniform to be more like a sexy strip tease than anything else. She reached and grabbed the zipper, pulling it down slowly, her eyes averted from Jack's gaze and staring at anything else as her shoulder slid out of the material, that first hint of her silky white skin, the revealing of her collar and Jack's kiss marks.
The entire uniform was soon gone, the Cerberus logo no longer in sight as the uniform pooled around Miranda's feet and she stepped out, sliding it to the side with her foot before looking up at Jack. There was something about the woman in front of her, something more than her strength, something that seemed so make even the nervous and emotional Miranda realize that regardless of everything else, the how and why of it all, she found Jack alarmingly attractive. So when those hard nipples pressed up against her, when that muscular tattooed body was revealed to her, Miranda wanted it. She swallowed hard as she made the connections, eyes looking back into Jack's again, wavering slightly before becoming a bit more steady. "You just couldn't let me keep any of it could you Jack? You had to take every single ounce of pride and self-respect I had for myself and smash it into pieces..." Her voice wasn't on the verge of tears, her situation wasn't enough for that, but oddly it wasn't as mad as one would expect from the Ice Queen of Cerberus.
"Does it feel good to finally knock me off my pedestal? To reveal me for what I really am? A mere piece of ass..." And yet still no anger, it was as if she was genuinely curious about the answer and it was possibly less attractive than her usual self, not as much passion, no confidence and arrogance to give her that fire she usually oozed with. And then finally she did something that made that seem normal, she reached forward and brushed and hand over the skin of Jack's arm, fingers tracing down the powerful woman's bicep and forearm, tracing each bit of muscle down to her hand. Then she slowly lifted that hand and placed it on her breast, the perfect bosom unmatched in and with hardened nipple and all. "Go ahead Jack, claim your prize... You won fair and square after all... Heh..." Miranda's voice conveyed how unexpected it had been to her, that Jack would win their contest, that she would have Miranda as hers without the need for force or even blackmail. It had been a wager, one Miranda had willingly entered into, and Jack had won. No cheating, she hadn't even selected the damn conditions, it had been her total win, perhaps even deserved after the way Miranda had underestimated her. In that moment she was like a Queen defeated by a Barbarian, humbled by her own inability to perceive the situation, by underestimating one she thought below her, and yet still adhering to her word. Though it didn't mean she knew what the hell was going to happen, not with her mind in uneasy acceptance and her body already throbbing with a desire she wasn't sure she wanted to reveal, though she had a feeling eventually it was going to be impossible to contain, especially when Jack wasn't going to stop, when she had no reason to let Miranda run again.
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Mirandas soft, confused moan was enough to quell any doubts that Jack had about this encounter. She didnt want to force herself onto the other woman; sex was no fun when it was being forcefully taken rather than willingly submitted to. Granted, Jack might have to work a little bit to get Mirandas complete and utter submission, but it was a challenge that the young biotic would gladly accept, especially if it ensured a repeat performance. Her heart skipped a beat as Miranda began to strip. And while it may be hard to believe but for once, someone wasnt staring at the Operatives tits the moment they had been offered. Jacks eyes were actually focused at the other womans neck, picking up the marks that were still there, the branding that meant that Miranda was hers.
It was strange, she had entirely expected the Operative to rub a little medi-gel on them, erase any and all trace of their encounter, just as she had tried to do by snapping all the OSDs earlier. But Miranda had chosen to keep- them. And while she wasnt wearing them proudly like a trophy, the fact that she was wearing them at all reaffirmed Jacks suspicion that Miranda was secretly into being dominated. Movement and the creaking of leather drew Jack out of her own musings and her eyes roamed downward, just in time to enjoy the rest of the strip show that Miranda was giving her. You can have all the self-respect you want Cheerleader, I cant take that shit away from you. But yeah, your pride makes you a bitch and I like you better without it. The young biotic smirked. It was the truth too, Miranda was so much more bearable when she wasnt being a pain in the ass by thinking she was better than everyone else.
You are more than a mere piece of ass. Jack responded quickly to Mirandas show of self-doubt. The words were said with such finality that it was very apparent that Jack meant every single word. Miranda was not just a piece of ass. It wasnt like fluffing the Operatives ego would be advantageous to her. Jack had already won Miranda, there was no pressure on her to be nice to the Operative. But still, she should know that she was more than just a piece of meat to Jack. If she wanted ass, she could go get some, it wasnt like it was that hard to seduce some drunken slut at the bar, or the Cerberus whore that was Kelly Chambers. At worst, she was a conquest, a puzzle, a challenge. At bestshe was something that Jack actually needed-. (Though, she wouldnt express such a sentiment to the Cheerleader.) In her uniform and while carrying out her daily jobs, Miranda represented everything that Jack hated; fucking her was like fucking Cerberus. And stripping the Operative out of her uniform and taking away her control was empowering.
First off Cheerleader, youre not giving anymore orders tonight. Jack growled softly.Pffft Go on, take your prize.While it may had been an innocent remarked, Jack saw it as a command. I will take what I want, at my own leisure, and youre not going to fucking rush me because Ive got all day. With that, she leaned forward, nipping Mirandas neck lightly as she gave her nipple a pinch; just a little bit of pain to help the Operative remember who was in charge tonight.
You didnt erase my marks Jacks voice dropped to a seductive purr as her lips traced over the bruised skin that she had marked as hers. You could have easily picked up some medi-gel to get rid of them.... And yet you chose to keep them Silken lips were quickly replaced by teeth as the young biotic bit Miranda roughly, staking her claim on the Operative once more. You like them, dont you? The younger biotic smirked as she pulled away to look at Miranda, as though studying for her a moment.
You spend all day working and barking out orders to your Cerberus drones. I know youve gotta be tired of all that shit by now. Constantly managing and leading people that are too weak or two dumb to be able to do anything by themselves. You want this You want to have someone take control for a little while Jack bent down, replacing the hand that had been fondling Mirandas breast with her talented mouth. A well practiced tongue snaked out, flicking the hardened bud roughly before Jack switched to a softer tempo. One that was slow and gentle, picked to help Miranda relax and enjoy the pleasure for just a moment.
I wont be selfish, as long as you behave and follow my rules. If you want to cum, you have to ask. Jacks words were slightly muffled as she spoke. And you have to ask nicely-. Teeth grazed over the sensitive nub of Mirandas nipple, a preview of one of the many punishments Jack would gladly use on the Operative if she dared to cum without begging for it. If you act up, your ass is mine, Jack smirked, her brown eyes flicking upwards to meet Mirandas. But if I remember correctly, the last time I was dealing with your ass, I was spanking it, and that just seemed to make you get even wetter. So tell me, Cheerleader, how wet are you for me now? Or should I go check
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Miranda's current mood had her in a mood that she could only remember having in her younger years, inadequacy and inferiority despite her enhanced genetic makeup. It wasn't entirely skill based either, just as a person, and she couldn't help but let her own mind get to her, as she put herself down and attacked herself over every little detail. The most prevalent of which was her moaning and submission, because while it wasn't something she wanted to advertise or for Jack to know, she wanted it. She wanted Jack's hands all over her, wanted to have that young girl take her with the same strength and attitude that Miranda found herself so enticed by. It was as if her losing, while not intentional or even wanted by the woman, was the perfect opportunity for the other half of the operative, the half that was tired of having to take care of every little thing for fear it would not get done, the part of her that hated trying to be perfect and just wanted to give in to her desires and indulge herself. Jack's victory over her was giving her a chance to do just that, and more than a chance it was giving her no other choice than to sit back and let what was coming happen.
Not that it was so easy. Miranda was a stubborn, proud, strong woman and as dug in to her personality as those traits were she couldn't just toss them aside, even if she wanted to and the situation called for such sacrifice. No, it was impossible and Jack speaking towards Miranda's vulnerability was not helping, especially as she berated the pride that had made Miranda who she was. It was a double standard, Miranda felt fine putting herself down, asking Jack why she did one thing or the other, but the second Jack said something it pissed her off, though she wasn't capable of doing much in her current position, not that she even wanted to, the pride that Jack hated so much, that made her a bitch, it was also why she was accepting her position after giving her word. Yet mood aside something happened when Jack was so quick to respond to her piece of ass remark, her eyes showing signs of life as she looked at Jack with a rather surprised expression. Miranda felt like she had to be reading in to the situation, the tone and meaning behind those words, but it seemed like Jack had said something not only rather nice but something completely different that Miranda would have expected.
Miranda even looked like she was about to say something when it all flipped around once again, as quick as the odd moment had come up it was yanked away. No more orders, she got the meaning and took a deep breath, averting her gave for a moment before looking back at Jack and thinking about what she was saying. She had all day, an entire day to do whatever she wanted, to have Miranda as her prize. It was rather frightening to think that she would be Jack's for such a long period of time, since she knew there would probably be no escape from the young woman for the entirety of the period, and also knowing that of all the things Jack had that few other people could compare on, stamina was one. Miranda was easily a top class combatant, she and most of those on the ship had incredible pools of stamina to pull from, Jack was even further up. It made Miranda a bit nervous, which was only increased as she cried out slightly from a nip at her neck and a painful pinch at her nipple. Her nipples were already quite hard, her arousal making them stand at attention as Jack seemed to be attempting to prove a point, one Miranda heard loud and clear.
"I didn't want anyone to know I had them... The medi-gel would raise questions I wouldn't want to answer..." A feeble attempt to explain away her lack of action to remove the marks plastered on her neck. An officer with as much power as Miranda wouldn't be questioned and even if so she was Miranda, nobody aboard that ship fucked with her, nobody except Jack. So getting medi-gel would have been no problem, she could have even gone in when everyone was asleep, and yet that was the best excuse she could come up with as she started to wonder just why in the hell she hadn't removed them, blushing slightly at how sexy Jack was being in that moment, unable to dislike the feeling of those lips doing whatever they deemed fit, and skillfully at that. Yelping as Jack took her hard sensitive nipple between those strong alluring lips. Then the tempo slowed, and while Miranda should have been thankful, should have taken time to get use to it, in the end she really only felt a longing for that rough treatment once more. As with Jack's insinuation that she wanted what was happening to her, the desire for rougher treatment was something she would never vocalize and the mere thought of allowing Jack that knowledge brought a small blush to her cheeks and caused her head to turn away in embarrassment and confusion as her body betrayed all built up self-control.
As low as her impulse control was with Jack pawing and suckling at her body she was still hesitant as she was told she would have to ask to cum, and in the moment she didn't think that was going to happen. Vocalizing that desire, vocalizing any desire that involved Jack taking her didn't strike her as something she would be doing, though she was already beginning to buckle under the pleasure and barely a thing had been done to her. It was partially due to prior teasing, the frustration and tension built up between them ever since they met, being defeated destroyed her mood but seemed to prod the flames of her lust, and every touch... Miranda swallowed hard as her nerves began to get to her. A whimper escaped her lips as teeth grazed her nipple and she looked away, refusing to answer the question on her lust, an expression of anger on her face as she tried her best to avoid looking at what Jack was doing, which only made it more exciting when it came down to it. However there was also something else that was obvious, Jack would surely notice.
It was a quivering, each touch of Jack's, whether it be tongue or finger brought a quivering to Miranda's sensitive skin. Goosebumps rose on her lovely white skin as her juices slowly slid down, wetting her thighs. She was obviously set aflame by her lust, another small whimper escaping her luscious lips and when she finally turned back to Jack her eyes shimmered in a manner that could be described as irresistible. She seemed more innocent than she ever would under normal circumstances, there was a frustration but she looked more like she was going to break down and cry than she was going to fight or start resisting, though there was no signs of her actually crying, it was just the look, a vulnerable and enticing look as she gazed at Jack, unable to fathom what would happen to her next and not knowing what to say or do other than wait for Jack's next move.
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Hey! Jack barked after a long pause, glaring at Miranda and nipping a pert nub roughly to reprimand her for her silence. I ask you a fucking question and you give me a fucking answer. An honest- one. Thats how this shit is going to work. Seriously, was it so hard to answer a question? Miranda was going to choose now- to be shy? Jack didnt even have to look down to know that the Operative was aroused, she could smell the other womans intoxicating scent in the poorly circulated air of the simulator. She rose to her full height, staring straight into Mirandas eyes. You are mine- for the next 24 hours. I expect you to act that way, instead of being a stubborn bitch. Honestly she couldnt figure out why Miranda didnt just submit. The Operative could just use the whole aw I lost a bet and had to do it excuse, even though that Jack was pretty sure shed love to do this if she just wasnt so full of pride.
I already warned you that if you act up, your ass is mine. The young biotic smirked and leaned forward, nipping Mirandas neck lightly and refreshing one of the bite marks on that porcelain flesh. She grasped the older woman by the shoulders and quickly flipped the Operative around, forcing her to press up fully against the cold metal wall of the simulator. So I guess Ill just have to collect make sure these legs stay spread, Cheerleader. In fact, here, do something useful and help spread everything open for me so I can see what the fuck Im doing. Jack used her feet to nudge Mirandas legs apart, similar how she had done in the showers and how guards do to their prisoners. Then she grabbed onto the Operatives hands and moved them to where she wanted them. She positioned the digits so that she was spreading the fleshy mounds of her ass cheeks. Before drawing her own hands away, Jack gave the bottom curve of the left cheek one nice, sharp,SMACK!
There we gomuch better Dont move. Remember, youre supposed to be my good little plaything today. Jack grinned as her eyes roved downwards to the puckered ring of muscle that was now left open and vulnerable. How about we find out what sort of depraved desires you have, hmm? Jacks voice had lost its harsh hiss and had dropped into a smooth, seductive purr. Everyone has kinky things they like, most people are just too scared to admit them, afraid that their partners will think theyre gross or disgusting or whatever. But Jack had tried just about everything once. Some things she liked, some things she didnt, so whatever weird shit Miranda liked, she was pretty sure she could get on board with it.
The young biotic knelt down behind Miranda, hands taking firm hold of Mirandas hips. Do. Not. Move. The order came out with more authority than Jacks voice had perhaps ever had in her entire life. For awhile she did nothing, merely settled down onto her knees and got comfortable, let Miranda soak for a little while in her embarrassment because those big doe eyes were now looking directly at her most taboo place. Finally Jack leaned forward, her warm breath ghosting over the neglected flesh. That was the only warning Miranda got before Jacks tongue darted out, lapping firmly against her rear.
Even though she was technically on the bottom, with her face buried in Mirandas ass like a subservient little pet, Jack certainly didnt feel like a little slave. She drew power and confidence from her own experience, and was sure that she could draw some rather sinful noises from the uptight Operatives mouth the more her tongue flicked and prodded against her rear hole.
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Jack's reprimand made Miranda grit her teeth and glare at Jack, but as much as she hated the woman for pushing that button, for being so stringent, she knew Jack was right. For the next 24 hours she belonged to Jack, and her pride kept her from going back on her word. There was more than that stopping her from saying anything though and she simply stayed silent for a moment, which was enough for Jack to say more that only pissed her off. While obedience, or at the very least a calm attitude, would have been far better for Miranda, she found herself asking for punishment, and not sure why she was doing so aside from excuses in her head about pride, a pride that should have had her being just as Jack wanted her to be to avoid further humiliation than she would have to suffer already. Yet instead she lashed out, a little "Go to hell..." Squeaking past her lips and while she knew it had been the wrong call she could just look at Jack, arousal spilling from her as she tried to keep attention away from it, that first question Jack had asked her reverberating in her head.
Miranda hissed gently as Jack nipped her neck, hand flying up and she realized it was in the same place as a previous mark, Jack obviously renewing her claim on that porcelain flesh. Miranda wanted to tell her to cut the shit out but she already knew she was in enough trouble as it was and she stifled her thoughts just in time to be spun around and pressed up against cold metal. The simulator was always cold, it kept the machines running perfectly at all times, but in the current moment it was only serving to do two things, harden Miranda's nipples to almost uncomfortable levels, and to provide a greater contrast between the temperature and Jack's warm body touching hers. As Jack treated her like an inmate Miranda found herself snarling slightly, but she kept herself facing forward and made no attempts to stop it, fighting the urge to turn and fight as she had tried to the day before, though the bet and the small lack of confidence she was suffering made that choice disappear from her mind rather quickly.
In fact she felt so out of order that her hands spread her beautiful ass cheeks without question, those lovely digits digging in to her own flesh and revealing a tight ring of muscle buried inside that pliable ass. Miranda just stood there, attempting to ignore most of what Jack said to her, though she got enough to realize nothing had been said to her, until of course the most dominant commanding order Miranda could ever remember hearing from Jack escaped her lips. It caused Miranda to freeze for a moment, her every fiber bending to Jack's will and even after she regained some of her composure that tone spoke towards how serious of an order it was, that she not move, not attempt to stop what came next.
So when she felt firm hands on her hips and heat from breath against her backside she could only guess at what was to come. Jack just couldn't leave it alone, leave her ass and use her in any other way, she had to go for the one thing Miranda had recently figured out was incredibly sensitive for her. The tight ring quivered at the first lick and Miranda stiffened slightly, though she never moved and her hands kept her cheeks spread. An embarrassed hue of red made its way to her face as yet another lick slid its way up her tight puckering hole, soft wet tongue teasing, playfully suggesting her rear open up. Miranda had a hard time controlling herself, only several licks in and she was fighting at a moan, face pressing up against the cold wall as she tried to keep her balance while avoiding any signs of the pleasure she was receiving.
Resistance, as had seemed to be proven time and time again in the past few days, was futile, and soon Miranda could no longer hold back her voice. Deep moans escaped her usually closed lips, her fingers were shaking as she continued to hold her cheeks spread, her hole reacting pleasantly to the stimulation. There was no doubt anal was something the Cerberus Operative couldn't resist, that having someone play with her ass drove her wild, and as moans grew deeper, throaty and almost a growl, her body began to melt. Her stiffness loosened up, her fingers stopped shaking, and as much as she found herself despising Jack, despising the situation, she still found it annoyingly pleasurable. It was becoming so intense so quickly that Miranda's fingers were gripping into the flesh of her ass and if she wasn't in such incredible shape and trained to withstand anything she would have long since buckled under it all. "Jack... S-Stop..." Miranda growled, an attempt to look strong, futile from the start with Jack who cared not of Miranda's usual intimidation, turned into more of a plea as a moan hit her at the same time, tough it was clear she still wasn't acclimated to the whole, unquestioning submission thing, even if the pleasure and bet had her more subservient than any other person had ever had the gorgeous operative.
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Jack hummed happily, quite content to stay on her knees and to be tonguing such an amazing ass like Mirandas, especially if she could draw out more of those deep, throaty moans from the usually silent Operative. She was actually a little surprised at how responsive Miranda was to having her tongue buried between her cheeks. The Operative didnt shy away or jump in surprise, and if she wasnt so damn stubborn Jack would have guessed that shed be a little more greedy and actually seek out more attention to her tight little rear. So the uptight, anal-retentive Operative likes a little anal in the bedroom? Kinky. Jack taunted with a soft chuckle before she flattened her tongue and drew the velvety muscle up from the start of Mirandas taint all the way up to her quivering little rear muscle in one slow, smooth swipe.
Her ears perked at the sound of Miranda actually speaking rather than making animal grunts and moans. And of course, at being told- to stop rather than asked-, Jack kept going. Her tongue swirled expertly around the rim of that tight little muscle before she wriggled the tip barely a centimeter into Mirandas taboo hole. She kept up this pattern, a swirl and then a more insistent probe, but still, she could not get in as much of her tongue as she would have liked, Miranda was just too tight. Jack would need to form a different plan of attack if she wanted to get the Operative screaming like a shameless little slut.
Stop? Why? Because youre afraid that youre going to cum from me licking your ass? Jack smirked as she pulled away from Mirandas rear so that she could talk properly. She still stayed close, just so that when she spoke, her warm breath would gust over Mirandas puckered hole to contrast her rapidly cooling saliva. Keep those cheeks spread She reminded, before the Operative loosened her grip on those gorgeous cheeks or thought Jack was done. Her eyes dipped down from Mirandas ass and landed square on the swollen, glistening wet lips of the Operatives pussy. She was so excited that the outer lips had opened, giving Jack an unobstructed view of her pink folds. So wet for medepraved little slut arent you, Cheerleader. Jack drawled as her fingers played through Mirandas soaking, swollen folds. The heat and wetness that just about dripped from the Operatives pussy was unmistakable: as much as Miranda tried to appear strong, to pretend that she was too upstanding a person as to enjoy anal play, there was no doubt that she was absolutely loving attention to her ass.
Up and down the length of her slit Jacks fingers traveled, smearing juices wherever they went and never staying in one place for a long time. Once there was a coat of liquid arousal all over Mirandas taint, Jacks hand shot back upwards, ramming two fingers straight into the Operatives tight channel. She only got out a couple of rough, claiming pumps into that clutching heat before her fingers were properly coated in the older biotics juices, which was all she wanted. Jack dragged her fingers away from Mirandas sex. She rocked her body back a little bit, just so that she could see what she was doing as she brought her dripping hand towards the cleft of Mirandas ass. The younger biotic grinned as she slowly slid the tip of a slender index finger into Mirandas rear hole, effectively accomplishing what her tongue could not.
Fuck, you have no idea how badly I wish I was equipped. Jack murmured as she slid her finger in deeper. But I guess its no big deal, means I can get you ready for next time. Jack said the words as if Miranda already had the appointment Let Jack Fuck My Ass marked down in her calendar. You ready for another finger, slut? Jack asked as she picked up a slow, torturous pace with her index finger. She had 24 hours to get Miranda to beg, but right now she wanted to see if she could get the Operative to do so in the first 15 minutes. Come on, let me hear how you want another finger fucking your little ass. ---Oh wait, this is my- ass isnt it. Mine to do with as I please. Jack smirked and with her free hand, she drew it back and let it roughly come crashing down on the side of Mirandas ass. But I guess if youre a good girl and ask nicely, Ill take your requests into consideration.
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While Miranda had stopped resisting, the knowledge that it would do her no good finally penetrating the thick layer of stubborn pride, she was still not tame. So when Jack decided to make a smart ass comment to do with her anal-retentive nature and her anal fetish, and how that was kinky, she snarled and looked at her with a hint of aggression behind the absolute desire. Jack still found no room to give a fuck about her looks or attitude, the lean young woman had a mind of her own and independence that exceeded even Miranda's, and she wasn't scared one bit of the older biotic. Respect, not the normal word she would use when referring to Jack, but she had a few ounces more than the lack of she had previously. Mainly it was from the strength she had denied Jack had for the longest time, always arrogantly believing she could crush her like a bug, that her recklessness would make her weak, and that belief had been forcibly changed over the previous few days and made her life aboard the Normandy shift dramatically. There was also the respect that she had begun earning from the moment they met but had just recently been proven without a doubt, that Jack didn't give a damn about her genetics or reputation, she didn't back down as most would in front of Miranda.
No, instead she pushed past whatever Miranda threw at her and rebelled to take and keep control of the odd relationship that was forming between them. Even to something like Miranda's demand that she stop, not wanting the embarrassment of her anal enjoyment to continue, Jack would not relent. In fact she tormented Miranda further, using her tongue to torture the older biotic, embarrassment completely taking over as Miranda not only found herself in a submissive position to Jack, who was a younger woman, but hardly able to contain herself with how amazing it felt. She was given no time to think though, that tongue gave attention to her erogenous zones and her voice was spilling out whether she wished it to or not. "I'm not a fucking slut you bitch!" She finally cried out, it's location between moans not helping her case, nor was her lack of escape or resistance attempt. She was further shut up by the insertion of fingers inside her sex, Miranda crying out. She was incredibly tight, barely ever seeking the company of others and rarely allowing anyone to do anything more than lick pleasure her.
Jack was the first person to ever just take what she wanted from Miranda and she could only grit her teeth and bare it as her tight hot hole was invaded by those rough fingers. It was nothing to what came after anyways, soon the feeling of a finger against her agonizingly tight rear hole could be felt and she gasped as the stiffer intruder tried to invade where softer had failed. She growled, as an animal would when threatened, Miranda easily able to face armies or life and death situations but finding her body being violated more difficult to manage without some degree of nervousness or equivalent to fear. "Next time?" Miranda's voice had some venom but it was more of a nervous question as she thought about what equipped meant, thinking about some of the things she had seen over the years out of curiosity alone, and knowing Jack it would be something meant to dominate and only one thing came to mind. She gulped, looking at Jack with furrowed brow, "Like hell that's going to happen..." Not as much fire but despite everything else she sounded rather serious, not only because she was still having problems being dominated by anyone, much less the younger biotic, but because she was a tad fearful of being fucked by Jack, a finger was enough.
That one finger, it truly was enough to have her squirming, as well as moaning out in absolute pleasure with each slight movement and the sensations it brought with it. So when Jack asked her if she was ready for another she shook her head, "S-Stop it Jack!" She was not going to stop, it was her ass, that was part of the agreement, that she was Jack's, and while she could tell her to stop there was nothing she could do to actually stop her. Miranda cried out as a hand cracked down on her ass, a smack of hand against skin stinging horribly but there was something pleasurable about it. More than that though as Jack basically asked her to beg she found herself conflicted. She had just told her to stop and yet she found herself wanting it, another finger, more pleasure, hell anything to make Jack give her more of what she both desired and pushed away. It was a conflict between who she had always been and the desires nobody had been strong enough to probe previously. It infuriated her and she snarled, refusing to give in that easily, to believe that the dominant in control side of her that had always been on the front was a convenient cover for a submissive self. "How about you go fuck yourself Jack. I may have to be yours but there was nothing in the agreement that stated I had to beg for you to violate me." She just wasn't convincing.
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Not a slut huh? You certainly do moan like one. Jack smirked, not the least bit rattled by Mirandas outbursts. She could tell by how incredibly tight the Operative's taboo hole was that she wasnt a slut at all; but even though it was a misnomer, Jack was loving the reaction that humiliating words got. You know... if you werent being a stubborn bitch, youd get a better nickname. The young biotic leaned forward, nipping the swell of Mirandas rear to give herself something to do as she thought over an appropriate new name for the Cerberus Operative. Maybe petbecause you seem to like being taken from behind so much. Jack taunted after a moment's thought, her lip's brushing over Miranda's sensitive skin as she spoke. Then her mouth suddenly opened wide, teeth clamping down on flesh to gave Mirandas rear a harsh bite to mark it as hers. She was careful not to break the skin as her teeth sank into Mirandas perfect ass; Jack only aimed to brand her, not to maim her. When she was confident that Miranda would have the imprint of her teeth on her ass for the next week, Jack let go. Dark eyes traveled over the ring of purple that was now staining Mirandas ass, an ass that was a mixture of pale porcelain and bright red handprints. Oh yes, Jack -definitely- did own this ass now. Satisfied with her mark, she leaned forward and let her tongue dance lightly over the tiny dents in skin, trying her best to help soothe some of the pain as her finger picked up a slow thrusting pace in and out of Mirandas tight little hole.
Miranda was beingdifficultto say the least. On the one hand, the Operatives body was a squirming, dripping wet, begging-to-be-fucked mess. On the other hand, Mirandas brain wasnt totally in the role of willing sub, which was kind of a pain in the ass because Jack needed to get Miranda into subspace in order to carry out a good half of the fantasies that she was planning on acting on for the next 24 hours. The Convict was racking her brain, trying to figure out a plan of attack that would drag Miranda a little bit deeper into a submissive mindset. Spanking the stubbornness out of her was always an optionbut Jack was fairly certain that Mirandas high tolerance for pain would eventually tire her out if she had to paddle her for the next half hour. She could always try to lead her on with the carrot, rather than beat her with the stick; but after noticing how well Miranda responded to bites to her neck, pinches to her nipples, and smacks to her bottomwellmaybe the carrot would not be the best way to go.
Perhaps what would help is if Miranda felt a little less like a naked Cerberus Operative and more like a naked powerless slave?
Stay right there. Eyes forward. I dont want you to fucking move a fucking centimeter. Jack growled out the order, gave Miranda's thigh a little warning nip, and then slowly withdrew her finger from the Operative's tight little ass. She immediately missed the warmth and the way that Miranda's ass had trembled around her finger, but knew that it would only take a moment for her to get ready and then she could start fucking Miranda properly again. The soft sounds of rustling filled the quiet space of the combat simulator as Jack hopped up off of her knees and moved towards their pile of discarded clothes. The young biotic was tugging her pants back on, she didnt fasten them, but she did pull them up to her hips for the sake of making Miranda feel more nude by being the only one of the pair that was completely and utterly exposed. There was the sound of fabric tearing, the soft whispering of leather, and the smell of eezo from biotics before finally Jack was finished and sauntering back towards Miranda. She had cut off one of the sleeves to Mirandas uniform with her biotics and had retrieved the straps of the top that she wore to cover her nipples as props for what she had in mind next.
Is the thought of being mine so terrible? Jack asked the question, but wasnt expecting an answer. She looped the sleeve of Mirandas uniform around the Operatives head to cover her eyes as she continued to speak. I think you lack the imagination to be able to think of what being my pet would entail. Maybe some blindfolding will help let some creativity get into that thick skull of yours. Jack was being strangely tenderin her own way of course, taking the time to explain to Miranda what she was doing as she tied the makeshift blindfold in place, rather than just doing whatever the fuck she wanted and potentially scaring the crap out of her and causing more resistance. Taking away the Operatives sight would force her to trust the younger biotic...or she could choose to not trust and be left completely helpless, whatever. Miranda's choices were her own, Jack knew that she could only do so much as a Domme to lead a sub to the conclusions that she wished for them to draw. Jack took hold of Mirandas wrists next, drawing them behind her back and then latching them together with the leather straps of her outfit. Before she released the Operatives hands, she checked the circulation in her fingertips, making sure the bindings werent too tight. Part of her was tempted to stuff something into the older biotics smart mouth to keep her from running it anymore, but Jack decided that the little pot shots that Miranda threw her way were worth it as long as she got to hear those sweet moans unobstructed.
You may not think that you want it nowbut I know- by the end of today, youre going to be at least very, very curious about what it would be like to be fucked by me. -Really- fucked, pet, not all this shit that I'm doing with my hands and tongue. Jacks voice had taken on a low, seductive purr as her eyes raked up and down Miranda's body. The Operative was exactly how she wanted her: hands behind her back and blindfolded, helpless, truly ready to be used now. Of course the bindings werent necessary, Miranda did have her end of the bet to uphold after all, but Jack liked the little bit of dramatic effectespecially when her master plan revolved around submerging Miranda into a fantasy.
Sex with a woman can belimiting, sometimes. Jack murmured as she grasped onto Mirandas hips and coaxed her to take a little step backwards so that her gorgeous ass was sticking out and her top half was forced to rest heavily upon the wall of the simulator. I'm limited to my hands and mouth, and we're stuck taking turns. I mean think about it, this whole time, Ive been giving you- pleasure and taking very little for myself. Jacks hands ran up from Mirandas hips and to the side swells of her breasts, then back down her sides once more. Over her stomach, up and down her back, even over the swell of her ass, Jacks hands appeared to be everywhere, covering Miranda with firm strokes. She kept teasing the biotic this way, hands going everywhere except- between Mirandas legs, because she wanted the older biotic to realized that with her wrists bound, Jack would be entirely responsible for any pleasure she received.
But next timethere's not going to be any limits. Next time, I promise to have a toy that youre going to fucking love as much as I do. Jack's voice was thick with desire as she thought about her old sensation transmitting strap-on, and using such a toy on Miranda. But for now, she'd have to settle for something a little more improvised. She brought her left hand between them, situating it against her own tattooed mound, the back of her hand was now resting against her sopping wet sex that was in desperate need of attention, but she pushed her own desires aside. There would be plenty of time to get off later. She wasn't sure that she could take constant stimulation for 24 hours, but she was sure as hell going to try. Right now she had to take the time to do this shit right so that later would be better. Jack curled two fingers forward, making them perpendicular body and forming something that would have to suffice as a strap on today. The position was a little unnatural and was surely going to make her wrist burn once she got going, but she was confident that a little pain would be worth it if she could give a good fantasy for the submissive part of Miranda's mind to latch onto.
Jack pushed her hips forward, pressing two slender digits forward, forcing them past that agonizingly tight ring of muscle. "Fuck...you are tight..." She groaned softly, the back of her hand pressing against her needy clit as she moved forward, providing just a little bit of much needed stimulation as she drove her fingers deeper into Mirandas ass. Jack stopped when she was pressed snuggly into Mirandas backside, fingers knuckle-deep in Miranda's ass, the cloth of her pants and metal of her open zipper digging into the Operatives hypersensitive, beet red flesh. I'm going to buy a toy that is so fucking realistic that it'll let me feel how hot and tight you are. And one that'll let me fill this amazing ass of yours with my cum, to properly mark you as mine.
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Miranda narrowed her eyes, fucking Jack just had to push it, call her a damn slut and mention her moans. She was really doing her best to piss Miranda off and she was a damn pro, her ability to get beneath Miranda skin heightened with her not fearing what the older biotic would do. "Pet? As if I would ever become anybody's fucking pet. Especially yours..." She snarled but that snarl and angry look on her face quickly shifted towards a more pained expression, though a bit of worry overwhelmed her moments later as it dawned on her what exactly Jack was doing. Sure it was a bite but Miranda was already beginning to learn how Jack's mind worked, not that it was easy but Miranda was rather intelligent after all. She new what it was, it was a claiming mark, of course she would, just hard enough that there was no doubt a incredibly obvious mark but not enough to break skin. What else could it be? There was no other purpose and since she had already received such marks she had to assume it was something of the same nature. She groaned gently throughout, her pain tolerance registering it but not being overwhelmed, and she took several deep breaths when it was over.
The soothing tongue that ran over Jack's newest brand brought a throaty growl from Miranda once more, "Our little bet makes me yours for a limited time... Yet you leave a bit mark on me..." She didn't seem to have a real point but after a moment she made whatever was on her mind, "Just don't kid yourself in to thinking I'm actually yours." Yes, that was a distinction that needed to be made, because Miranda was a Cerberus Operative and while she had arrogantly believed she would win the bet and had to live with her failure, she was not about to give herself to anyone, especially not a young brat who no doubt only wanted the thrill of taking what she couldn't have. She moaned out again after holding it back for some time, her ass being played with enough to really make keeping her voice quiet impossible. Fucking Jack, right after Miranda made the terms clear she had to go and give one of those infuriating orders of hers, demanding Miranda not move, though she had no right to say a damn thing, not only because of the bet but because as those fingers were removed she let out a dissatisfied moan, an unintended noise that made her desires far too clear, or at least her bodies desires.
While she couldn't move Miranda could still listen, her keen ears focusing in on each sounds to try and figure out just what the hell Jack was doing. She could hear pants, those baggy fucking pants could easily be identified and she had a moment of panic where Jack could just walk out and leave her naked against the wall. Not that she would stay, she wasn't that fucking obedient even with the bet. However further sounds of ripping quelled that fear and she simply grit her teeth and tried her best to deal with her situation and not turn around, knowing she would have to deal with more if she did. A small "Wha-" escaped Miranda's lips as her eyes were covered, she didn't like that, not being able to see what was going on, not that staring at a wall provided much visual information, but not turning around to look and knowing she couldn't see were two completely different situations. "J-Jack!" Miranda snapped, her voice displaying her discomfort as her hands were tied, her brow furrowing beneath the blindfold. The idea of hers truly was terrible, it was a humiliating and helpless thought, where Jack would have far too much control and where Miranda lost all of hers.
Miranda was not the type to give control to anyone, she needed to control her own life to remain sane, she had run away for that reason, made her own life, and any time she did trust another it had ended rather horribly. "I don't give a damn what you think Jack, I'm not going to become your fucking pet... I'm not going to be yours... I'm not, and you fucking me turns my stomach..." She snarled, a low curse coming from her lips as she damned herself for already being curious, her body quivering at the idea of a touch and she couldn't glare or even keep her balance with her hands newly tied. She had to let her body press up against the wall and listen as Jack continued to take advantage of her victory and the bet. She felt hands roam her body and she began gently panting, her body throbbing for touch and release but Jack wasn't going to the right places. It was a truly dependent feeling, a relationship where her pleasure relied entirely on Jack and that was a distressful feeling for a control freak like Miranda, but there was no denying just how bad she wanted those hands to go to the right places.
Miranda didn't say anything else however, even when the subject of a toy and another time was mentioned. It was nerve wracking but there was nothing she could do and instead tried to get her breathing and emotions under control. Not that it was going to happen, before she could get her usually calm and calculated self built back up two fingers were forced, almost roughly, into her tight ass. She pressed her body up against the wall as she cried out, a loud moan as her hole tightened around the fingers, pleasure much greater than any trace of pain filling her body. Jack had been focusing on her ass for quite some time and it made her feel so weak. She had always felt incredible pleasure and been turned on but never been able to give up enough control to experience it. Now Jack had found out about her weakness and she was using it against the older biotic.
"Shut up Jack!" she snapped again, unable to really accept this lack of control, especially in the hands of the younger biotic, the much younger girl who could somehow beat her in every arena of combat as well. She couldn't help but feel that she could do nothing against the woman, especially with the newest additions of blindfold and hand restraint. "Can you just stop talking..." She practically pleaded when she spoke this time and all the sensations were pushing her forth. She wouldn't last long after the previous touches and the hypersensitive flesh being rubbed and prodded as Jack fucked her. Yet her conflicted emotions were only more complex, she was desperate to cum but didn't want to give Jack the satisfaction, and she wanted it to be over but knew Jack had other plans for when it was. She knew she was in trouble.
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Jack took a perverse pleasure in marking things as her own; maybe it was because she had never really had anything that actually belonged to her for most of her life. So of course she drew great satisfaction from lightning up Mirandas perfect porcelain skin with bite marks, hickeys, and handprints. But even though she was marking the hell out Mirandas skin, claiming the Operative as her own, Jack wasnt under the delusion that the older biotic actually belonged- to her, not permanently anyways.
Besides if Miranda really- didnt want all those marks, she could just take them off with a little medi-gel later and not bitch about them now.But she hadnt beforeThe hickeys from days ago were still there, staining the sensitive flesh of Mirandas throat with a dusky purple. As much as Miranda tried to pretend that she didnt like being marked as hers, Jack was becoming more and more certain that Miranda secretly loved being seen as a piece of property to be used and fucked however she wanted, especially after that moan she had gotten from marking the Operatives ass with a bite.
Mirandas discomfort was expected. Jack knew that being blindfolded was a scary ass thing. Hell, she wouldnt trust anyone to do the same shit to her anyways. If someone had tried to blindfold Jack and bind her, she probably would have thrown them into a wall and beat their ass half to death, bet or no bet. The younger woman quietly admired Mirandas self-restraint; she knew Miranda wasnt giving up, she was actually -trying-sort ofas much as a stubborn ass like Miranda could try anyways. The least she could do was reward Miranda with a good orgasm or two for being so well behaved.
The young biotic wasnt a novice when it came to anal. She wasnt pounding away at Miranda like some overeager kid starring in a low budget scene in a bad porn vid; Jack had a little more finesse than that. Her hips were guiding her fingers with slow, shallow thrusts, getting a little deeper and deeper each time before she started all over again. Whenever she felt Miranda exhale and relax, shed twist her fingers, twist and swirl them about, stretch Miranda and fill her even more than she already. Jack was content wit this slow, lazy pace, she did have 23 more hours of fucking to go through after all. She definitely had and impressive amount of stamina, but it would be best if she didnt blow through all of her energy reserves in the first couple hours.
But of course Miranda couldnt keep her big goddamn mouth shut and enjoy a nice slow build up. She had to ruin things by barking out orders and being uncooperative as usual.
Is that another order outta that fucking mouth of yours?!?! Jack growled. Damnit, she knew she should have gone with ramming her panties into Mirandas mouth as a make-shift gag! Keep running it and Ill take away your ability to speak too. Now was not the time to lament about poor planning, they both knew that Jack wasnt going to give up this position. The fantasy of fucking Miranda from behind with a strap on that melded into the reality of their current situation was just too delicious for Jack to want to stop and go grab something to shove into Mirandas mouth.
Now shed just have to adjust, adapt, and ram another finger straight into Mirandas ass to discipline her with some pain.
Miranda was definitely starting to test the younger biotics patience. Jack was reckless, violent, and hotheaded; she wasnt exactly a shining example of patience and forgiveness. Part of her was tempted to slam Miranda straight into the wall and break her face to take some of the fight out of her. But instead of maiming her uncooperative pet, she settled on backing out of her ass, keeping just the tip of her middle finger pressed past that tight ring of muscle. Then she surged forward, ramming three fingers roughly into Mirandas rear to give her a nice bite of pain.
You dont get the luxury of not knowing who is fucking you. Jacks voice was fairly distinct: young, feminine, but with a low, feral growl that wrapped itself seamlessly around the notes. Miranda couldnt see that lean, tattooed body fucking her from behind, so Jack wanted to make sure she used her voice as a reminder so that even blindfolded, Miranda wouldnt forget who was fucking her.
The young biotic growled softly as she fell into a quick, harsh pace that she chose specifically to show off the power of her body. Feminine but wiry, she didnt look like shed be much of a physical threat. But Jack was nothing but muscle under all that ink. The muscles in her abdomen and rear flexed as she rammed her hand forward with her hips, forcing all three fingers roughly in and out of Mirandas tight hole as the back of her hand rubbed and massaged her own needy sex. She could feel the fabric of her pants beginning to dampen and couldnt figure out who was the bigger culprit, her or Miranda.
Come on you little slut, be a good girl and cum for me. Jack wasnt asking, she was telling. She knew- that Miranda was holding back, Jack could feel the way her body tensed and hummed with pleasure, obviously the older biotic was trying very hard to hold back her release. But Jack didnt want Miranda to hold back any longer. She wanted to make- her cum. A strong arm looped around half of Mirandas ribs, helping to bear some of her weight so that she could relax enough to orgasm without the fear of falling. Jacks forearm ran down her stomach, her hand ending up positioned right over Mirandas slit. Holy fuck you are wet The younger biotic panted out with glee as her fingertips met a dripping pussy. Talented digits immediately found the swollen nub of Mirandas clit and began to work it over with quick, circular strokes to force her over the edge with.
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Miranda was a unique person, she had qualities that weren't terribly common, and most of them fit in with her persona, the Ice Queen Cerberus bitch as Jack would have so happily put it. One of those fine qualities was her mouth, her inability to keep it shut and her habit of saying whatever in the hell she felt like saying and in such ways that she could really make it sting. In the current situation it wasn't doing her any favors. In fact it was getting her in to trouble and she was well aware of it, cursing in her head as she once again gave Jack reason to get pissed off and take it out on her while she was in no position to do anything about it. Hell she was blindfolded and restrained to a certain extent, body pressed against the wall. Barking back at Jack was about all she could do, but it would have been better if she had managed to do noting at all, especially when Jack put something new up on the table, taking her ability to speak.
The Operative swallowed hard, she didn't like the idea of losing yet another freedom and she already knew that if Jack wanted to she would take it. Yet even as Miranda stifled another order and kept her insults to herself she found herself being punished, or at least that was the explanation she arrived at as the painful feeling of a third finger getting pushed inside her brought a groan of discomfort from her gorgeous lips. A small growl made its way out of her, an angry pained sound that would have come with a glare if Miranda hadn't been incapable of doing so in that moment. She was doing her best to prevent her body from becoming stiff on reflex, trying her best to relax and make the process as easy as possible on her body, not an easy task for someone who was so use to being in complete control. Control was not her's anymore however, Jack had taken every ounce of control she had and as she felt the rough insertion of those three fingers she cried out, a mix between a moan and the sound of someone in pain. Miranda had never been in such a situation before, she had never known that pain could make pleasure more intense, she had never had another woman with the power to take her. It was unique, a truly new experience for Miranda, and while she was all bark resistance above the rest of her wasn't so sure, her body had a conflicting opinion and it wasn't so easy to define.
Yet that wasn't what affected Miranda the most, what sent shivers down her spine was when Jack spoke, that voice she couldn't hope to expect due to the blindfold, that voice that carried with it this feral dominance, a young woman but something much more as well. It was a quick reminder of her situation and she couldn't help but imagine Jack in her head, thinking about the woman she would look at in passing, that body she had thought about more than once. Most people didn't have the same desire for Jack that Miranda did but she had always given her subtle glances, looks she had believed were secretive though she had apparently been mistaken. Not that being fucked by her had ever been part of the plan, Miranda didn't want to give up her precious control to anyone, especially not the young girl who had less restraint than anyone the Operative had ever met. Yet it was happening and as she struggled to keep her mouth in check, a process made easier as the pace of the fucking became quick and rather intense, enough to make her stay quiet or risk biting herself.
At that point Miranda had lost the willpower to hide her pleasure, each quick, slightly painful, thrusts elicit moan after moan, quick choppy expressions of pleasure. Her uninhibited cries brought a blush to her cheeks which was not only uncharacteristic and a sign of emotion not covered by her cold exterior, but it was adorable. She growled, blush on cheeks as Jack called her a slut once more, as she told Miranda to cum for her. It was embarrassing, even more so as Miranda realized there would be no way she could keep herself from cumming, Jack was fucking good at what she was doing and Miranda couldn't remember a time where fingers had brought so much pleasure to her. It made it impossible completely contain herself and she was only putting off the inevitable. That didn't stop her from trying though, holding back as much as possible, denying Jack what she demanded from her for as long as she could. That was a mistake, because as it built up, as she held back, the pleasure only became more and more, and her voice continued to pour out in proof of the pleasure.
"S-Shut up!" Miranda snapped, not even near dominant or demanding, more an adorable whimpering plea than anything as Jack commented on her dripping slit. Miranda was turned on beyond belief, finding pleasure in being roughly fucked by a younger woman who had proven dominance several times over. That wasn't how it was supposed to be, that wasn't who Miranda was, and yet it was all happening. Miranda was blindfolded and restrained, being treated like a pet by Jack and her ass was the main source of that pleasure. It was a cocktail mixed entirely to break Miranda's grip on her identity, not that it shattered her entire being, she was far too mentally strong and confident to let that happen, but it wasn't going to be forgotten to easily. The attention to her clit was what finally ended her resistance, valiant as it was, and soon her voice was pouring out, body jerking and convulsing, ass squeezing around the fingers invading it and juices squirting forth from her dripping sex. Nothing she could imagine would be as embarrassing as the climax she reached, every inch of her body giving Jack proof that her touch, her rough domineering assault, had been fucking amazing.
Miranda went limp as her body finally finished its heavenly climax, making her rely on Jack and the wall to keep her from falling to the floor. The voice that had been echoing, perhaps even far enough for someone else to catch a note or two, was gone. In its place was panting, Miranda's cheeks flushed and her body quivering, and for once she was absolutely silent, too embarrassed and worn to say anything, and knowing that after that the ability to deny the pleasure of it all would be impossible, especially to herself as she tried to think of a time she had ever cum that hard and coming up empty. She she just remained there, not moving, panting, trying to think but all the while silent. What could she say anyways? Jack wasn't dumb enough not to realize everything that just happened and her position. Fuck, why couldn't the young girl have been stupid, or just a little less powerful, just a single opening Miranda could exploit. It was a fucking disaster, Miranda was in deep shit and all because she underestimated Jack, underestimated her due to age, due to her personality and upbringing, and due to her past. Now she was fucked, in every form of the word.
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Jack was surprised that Miranda was lasting as long as she was. She had totally thought the first bit of contact with her swollen clit would push the Operative over the edge, make her scream and cry out in pure pleasure, but Miranda seemed to still be holding back. But whatever, the younger biotic loved a challenge and she didnt plan on stopping, not until she had broken down these last few walls of the Ice Queen facade that Miranda still had in place. Jack kept up the work of her hips and hand, sweat starting to bead at her brow as she slammed forward with all the power that she had. Her wrist burned from the awkward position of her hand, but she kept up her relentless assault. Her hard work soon paid off and she could feel Miranda stiffen underneath her and knew that she was about to lose it. Jack tightened her grip around the Operatives waist, giving her a reassuring squeeze so that she knew that it was safe to cum and Jack wasnt about to drop her.
If Jack could have cum without stimulation, she would have just from watching and listening to Miranda as she orgasmed. But as it was, all that watching the Operative twitched and tremble through a massive climax accomplished as to get Jack soaked, make the throbbing in her core just about unbearable, and make her heart hammer in her chest so hard that she thought she was going to have a heart attack. The sweet, uninhibited moans that poured forth from the Operative's pouty lips were music to her ears. Jack groaned appreciatively and leaned over Miranda, pressing her breasts firmly into the other woman's back as she rammed her fingers as deeply as she could into her ass and focused mostly on torturing her toy's squirting sex. "That's it, give me every fucking drop." Jack growled heatedly against Miranda's ear. Only when Miranda had nothing left to give her did she stop her assault, even though the temptation to fuck her raw was there, Jack realized that they still had quite a few more hours to go.
Holy shit that was hot. The younger biotic panted out as she held Miranda there, her fingers buried up to the knuckle in the Operatives ass and her other hand just cupping her sex. There was a note of surprise in Jacks voice, as well as something else...almost...pride.... She hadnt expected for Miranda to cum so hard that she actually squirted. But knowing that for a moment, the controlling Operative had lost all control over her body and had sent of gush of liquid all over Jacks hand made Jack shiver in excitement. She had never slept with a woman that was so responsive to her touch and she was incredibly happy to see that Miranda reacted to well to her attentions, as long as she wasn't busy trying to be a bitch of course. Even though several crude remarks suddenly popped into her head, the younger biotic had the vague notion that she should probably keep her mouth shut about anything else for now. And so she did, holding Miranda up, letting her relax and recollect herself for several minutes. But eventually, she needed to move. Even though she didn't mind giving new subs a little bit of aftercare, right now her unfulfilled lust was killing her. And so she slowly withdrew her fingers from Mirandas clutching ass and her hand from those dripping folds, though she still kept her arm wrapped around Mirandas waist, just incase the Operatives legs were still unsteady.
You did a good job Here, you can have something back. Jack finally said after a moment. She needed to remove the blindfold anyways so that Miranda would be able to find her way into position for the next little task she was going to be subjected to. But it was good to pretend that giving the Operative her vision back was a reward for being a good girl and cumming when Jack had told her to. So she took the makeshift leather blindfold off, giving Miranda back her sight. Now come on. On your knees, I want to put that mouth of yours to work. It was hard to keep the eagerness out of her voice, so Jack followed up that sentence with a nice hardWHACK!; the younger biotic's hand cracked down onto Mirandas rear to bring her out of her afterglow and back to reality.
Jack still hadnt cum yet and Miranda was going to have to fix that. She finally released Miranda and was a little sorry when she did so, now her entire front was exposed to the chilly air of the simulator; her glistening, sweat-slickened skin not helping matters at all. She was tempted to move them, get them somewhere warmer, but Jack knew that if she got Miranda into the elevator, she would just end up pouncing ontop of her once they were away from cold training room. She needed to cum, right now, to take this awful fucking throbbing away from her legs that was clouding her mind. A couple of small swishes of her hips had those baggy, unfastened pants down her hips and off of her rear. She stepped out of the pool of orange fabric with much more grace than anyone would probably have expected from a woman that stomped around in combat boots all day. Then she moved to lean up against the wall, next to where Miranda just was. She parted her legs, enough to expose her dripping wet, pink folds. Jacks long, lean body was stretched out against the bulkhead. The soft light of the simulator caught the glistening sweat She shivered slightly at the sudden burst of cold against her back, but once she settled into the feeling, she looked expectantly at Miranda, obviously waiting for her to obey her orders.
"Come on, you're responsible for this mess, now get on your knees and clean it up."
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Jack's hold gave Miranda the confidence that she wouldn't fall but it had done nothing for that little corner of her mind where resistance was still raging even after having gone so far. Even after she climaxed it was there, in fact it grew larger as Miranda searched for any way to get out of the predicament, a futile effort but her mind went over every option once more. There was nothing though, she was in Jack's hands and with her body quivering with the aftereffects of the orgasm she couldn't even calm herself. That shell that always blocked her true self from sight was gone, broken for the moment by the relentless assault that had just been pushed upon her. There before Jack was a panting woman who was satisfied beyond that of which she wanted to show. Her body couldn't lie though, every fiber of Miranda's being was thanking her for finally giving it pleasure, for indulging desires after ignoring them for so long, and while she wasn't accepting of Jack being the one to do it there was no doubt she had found bliss in the touch of that woman.
More than anything though there was that itch that seemed to be scratched whenever Jack gave off that dominant vibe. A growl and demand whispered into her ear gave Miranda the most disturbing sense of satisfaction that she had ever felt, and it honestly caused her to panic a bit, the idea of enjoying not only sex but being treated in such a way by the younger woman. Yes, younger was a part of her distaste for that specific brand of satisfaction, not just was she finding herself enjoyment in the presence of a stronger woman, which had now been proved and was coming out in personality, but also that Jack was so much younger. Miranda found herself embarrassed by that, by someone closer to her younger sister's age than her own, over 10 years younger than herself in fact. Youth that was only further shown by her little 'Holy shit that was hot' remark, an enthusiastic and wording only youth would use. The blush that washed over Miranda's features had nowhere to hide, she hadn't recovered enough to hide it and she could only hope Jack wasn't paying so much attention to her face, an odd wish but one she had regardless.
She had hope for that, Jack's hands were all over her and while responsive there was now less embarrassment in a moan when she had already cum for Jack, and much more in if the woman got a look at her facial reactions. Of course with the way her day had been going, confidence and hope were continuously crushed, from her confidence to defeat Jack to the hope that it would all end only for her to lose and Jack's using of her to continue. Nothing was going how Miranda had wanted it to and as the blindfold was removed, and a tiny grain of hope restored, it was soon smashed away. She looked over her shoulder at Jack, as if to make sure she had heard what her brain was telling her Jack had said. The smack scratched her new desire, that itch she found cropping up over and over and she yelped. There was nothing unpleasant in the inflection of her little yelp, it was almost giggly in its own way and Miranda clenched her jaw afterwards, not wanting that to be her reaction but it being far too late.
Being released didn't help anything though, her body had recovered but the combination of everything that was happening had sapped Miranda and she turned, sliding down the wall and sitting in the floor, her juices already puddled on the floor and her wet thighs clamped together as a hand went down to cover from the top, Miranda wanting at least a bit of decency, a hard thing to get considering where this was all happening and how she had no spare clothing and no escape route if someone headed down. However, as much as worries plagued her she couldn't help but watch as Jack lost her pants again and with a grace Miranda had always noticed. She had noticed quite a bit about Jack actually, always watching her in the corridors, more interested in the young woman than anyone else on board, not only due to her position but personally as well, due to how the girl attracted her. As much as she refused, as much as she denied, she did at the very least find Jack attractive.
So as the younger woman moved closer, next to her against the wall, she couldn't help but let her eyes roam, gaze over her lean form and swallow as everything was drowned out by her desire. Why in the hell did she have to notice, most people never saw past her shaved head and tattoos, not to mention her attitude. Then there was the submissive streak Miranda was quickly learning about, something nobody had ever touched on before. Still, all of that aside Miranda wasn't exactly thrilled about the situation, she wanted to hold on to that independence and cold personality that kept people at an arms length and allowed her to remain in a position where she had all the control. Jack wasn't allowing that though and she persisted, her beautiful sex glistening as it waited expectantly for Miranda's attention.
Miranda didn't do anything at first, she looked up at Jack with some hope that she could get out of it, but that wasn't going to happen and she figured that out quickly enough, before Jack had to remind her. Besides, out of all that could happen giving oral was certainly not the worst. So she eventually got on her knees and moved closer, look up at Jack before looking back down at her glistening sex. Miranda leaned in closely, lips pressing against her thigh, an gesture not needed to do what was asked but one that felt right and she didn't even think about. She traced kisses up and to Jack's slit, tongue reached out and licking slowly up the length of it and twirling around the nub. However, while her actions continued, licking and suckling, she wasn't as enthusiastic as she could have been, hesitance still present, and her desire to make Jack cum wasn't exactly winning out over her want to get it over with, even if there was still some time to go. Still, it had been some time since she had tasted another woman, for some reason that was quite pleasant.
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Jack had to admit, Miranda was actually kinda cute when she wasnt being a heartless bitch. The blush that had managed to hop from the older womans cheeks to the tips of her ears made the younger biotic smile internally. She would have given a smug smile outright, but she knew that such an action would be a mistake. Miranda wasnt broken in yet. If Jack showed any sort of weakness to the disarming things that the other woman did, then the Ice Queen persona would surface once more and shed be brought back to square one. And Jack didnt want to be stuck at square one again; square one was a major pain in the ass.
Whats the matter pet, never eaten pussy before? Jack smirked slightly as Miranda looked up at her and then looked back down to her dripping wet slit. The younger biotic spread her legs out a little more to expose the swollen pink folds fully and give Miranda a better view so that she didnt get lost. Obviously Jack wasnt shy at all about her body and showing off private parts of herself didnt bother her; especially if it meant that Miranda could easily find what she needed to. Jack didnt think Miranda was the type to sleep with other woman and even though their physiologies were the same, everythings a little different and slightly disorienting when its right up in your face. Unfortunately Miranda didnt seem to be looking to lick at anything useful at first! Did I say you could tease me? Get to work. The kiss to her thigh was torture; it made Jack tremble just the slightest bit with poorly controlled want. It had been a long time since she had been with another woman and everything was much more intense than she had anticipated, even little kisses to her thighs.
Being trapped on a ship had just about killed Jacks chances of getting laid. She could either screw the ship whore, Kelly Chambers, or try to have some rough and tumble sex in a bathroom on Omega; neither of which seemed like it was worth her time. (And that was saying something, because Jack had quite the sex drive. One would think that getting off would always be worth her time). Yeah, she treated sex casually, but that didnt mean she was any less picky about her sexual partners.
And speaking of sexual partners, Miranda was sucking as one right now.
Jack was caught somewhere between knowing that she should be patient because Miranda had probably never eaten a woman out before, and wanting to get off so badly she was ready to just ride the Operatives face. It didnt help that Miranda seemed to be doing all the right things with her tongue but had that damned hesitance left. Soft kisses to her to her slit, gentle flicks of her tongue It was like what someone would do for foreplay. But Jack was already soaking wet from watching Miranda orgasm just moments before, she didnt need anymore foreplay. What she needed was to cum. Right. Now.
Didnt know you did shit half assed cheerleader. Come on. Lick like you mean it. Jack tried to goad Miranda into stepping things up and showing her what she had. But wanting to get off was winning out. Jack wasnt known for her patience and giving Miranda the time to figure out whether or not she wanted to prove to Jack that she was capable and competent when it came to eating pussy was taking too long. Hands that had been balled up into fists and staying at her sides reached out. Slender digits snaked their way into Mirandas silken locks, almost gently petting her for a second, until Jack closed her fist and yanked Mirandas head forward. The Convict heaved a loud groan.More pressure, much better. But angling her hips into Mirandas face to grind and trying to stand on her toes so that she could get Mirandas nose to rub against her clit was turning out to be a mission. And Jack didnt want to be on any missions, especially when she was supposed to be getting serviced by a willing slave right now.
Nnngh Fuckif Id of known you were a weak little doormat sub I wouldve just laid you down and ridden your face. Jack said with a grin, her eyes flashing challengingly down at Miranda. Usually Jack just said shit just to be a pain in the ass, but now she was trying to make the Operative feel inadequate.
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Miranda found herself in one of the most difficult situations in her entire life, and while the obvious reason would be because for the next chunk of time she basically belonged to Jack that wasn't the reason. The reason it was such a difficult situation was the content of that time, that she was the one in a submissive role, that she was being quickly thrown in to unfamiliar sexual situations, and that she found herself fucking wanting it. Sure, part of Miranda was furious and rebellious, wanting her to growl and buck against the authority of a younger woman, but there was an equally powerful part that was screaming for her to completely let herself go and dive in to what was happening, a part hard to resist when the situation so called for it. Still, as much as the situation called for it and Miranda felt herself curious and inclined to do so it was difficult, not only for her massive pride but because Jack insisted on pushing it upon her when she was still struggling against it with every fiber of her being. Hell, it was hard to deal with change, especially for a woman as strong and independent as Miranda, especially when that change was finding herself attracted to a younger woman and finding herself submissive as well, a foreign trait in all aspects of her life, especially sex.
Yet Jack's mouth didn't close, she insulted Miranda for her hesitance and lack of knowledge on just how to lick like she meant it, which brought a growl and definite desire to resist swell up within Miranda. Not that she had time to before Miranda slid her fingers through Miranda's luxurious hair and yanked her head forward, a bit of pain and a hiss muffled by Jack's sex. As the taste of Jack's juices touched her lips in more quantity than ever she found the pressure from Jack cause her to swallow, and she bucked against it, not yet accustomed to the strange taste, nor the force driving it in to her mouth. On both counts she found herself strangely aroused however, her position at Jack's hands and the taste of a woman's sex, neither were truly unpleasant. Still, Jack had a way of truly pissing Miranda off and she showed that skill soon enough.'A fucking doormat? Miranda Lawson is nobody's fucking doormat.'While Jack seemed to be taunting her with that grin and challenging look it didn't taunt her, it pissed her off. Perhaps that was her plan, it crossed Miranda's mind for a moment, to make her angry and bring out some spirit Jack believed she was lacking during her 'task'.
It was then Miranda decided there was only one thing she could do in the current situation, to fight against Jack's dominance while still making good on the damn bet she was arrogant enough to make. She had to wipe that fucking grin off of Jack's face, she had to make her cum and turn the tables even if just a little, even if part of her was curious just how it would feel to have the young biotic take full control and ride her face. Still, fucking doormat Miranda was not and she had to make that clear. So one of her hands raised up and ran along the back of Jack's let, going up and to her thigh, gripping gently before she buried her face into Jack's sex, tongue shoving inside the tight slit and sliding around inside as Miranda's ears listened for the change she was determined to bring about. At the same time her other hand snaked its way up and grabbed her ass, giving more leverage for her tongue to delve deep, her fingers squeezing in to that beautiful flesh, her other hand soon sliding up the rest of the way so Miranda had both hands holding the subject of many past glances from the older biotic to the younger woman.
A determined Miranda was quite a thing to reckon with, when she wanted to do something there was rarely a chance she wouldn't achieve success. So when her tongue began to invade Jack with vigorous determination and an ability to adapt and learn that allowed her to make use of every sound to hone her skills in the moment she knew she would succeed here as well. Even when she took breaths she was working Jack, her tongue sliding over and circling her clit, teeth nibbling and teasing the nub she knew to cause pleasure before her tongue went back inside the young woman, exploring every inch of her and honing in on the locations that caused her to voice the most approval. She was truly a wonder and it was just more proof that Miranda was a truly capable woman, no matter the situation.
Still, simply pleasuring her wasn't the only way Miranda had thought up to make them on slightly more even fields of battle, no, she was going to give Jack a taste of the humiliation she had been dishing out from the start. It may have been impossible, Miranda wasn't sure her idea would have any affect on the unashamed biotic at all, but at the very least it was something and more than her simply pleasuring Jack and acting like that really put them on even terms, though really all of her plotting was wishful thinking at the current point. Anyways, she planned on attacking where Jack had attacked her, hoping that while it was a surprise weak point for her, that it was that or better where Jack was concerned. So as she began working on her own, as Jack seemed to indulge in the pleasure, her personality making it impossible that she wouldn't, Miranda slipped one of her gripping digits more towards the center, in a manner that made it seem natural, as if her grip had slipped just enough to position her perfectly for entry. Then she waited, licking and thrusting her powerful tongue into Jack, gauging her noises and movements, and when she believed it was the most unexpected opportune time, the older biotic slid her finger into Jack's tight back hole, and as if that weren't enough she redoubled her efforts on eating her out at the same time to make it all the more difficult for the one in the 'superior' position to comprehend and manage.
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Ohhhhh fuck Jack let out a long, throaty groan the second that Mirandas tongue delved inside of her tight slit.Sooooo much betterThe younger biotic grinned inwardly, thinking that she had managed to light a fire underneath Mirandas kinky little ass with all her goading. Good girlnnghright there Jacks groans were rapidly turning into higher pitched moans. The older biotic was either good at everything she did or had licked pussy before, because Jack was in heaven right now. The only thing that would have made this better was if she were laying down, that way she wouldnt have to split her focus between the amazing things that Miranda was doing with her tongue and trying not to fall over.
Jack tensed just the slightest bit as Mirandas fingers seemed to get dangerously close to the cleft of her rear. She didnt like people near her ass Well she liked people touching her ass, she just didnt want people up it. She didnt like anal, it reminded her too much of being used by other people. And without any positive previous experiences to go with anal, Jack preferred to steer clear of that bullshit all together. But it seemed that Miranda was just finding a good handhold, so Jack allowed it. She focused on the amazing feeling of the Operative working her needy sex--
EEK! Gah! Jack gave a rather undignified squeak, followed by a yelp, followed by her trying to get away from Miranda as quickly as possible once the finger had been thrust inside of her ass. Unfortunately she was gripped by Miranda and could not move fast enough, so she did the only thing she could do: she flung herself to the side and let gravity do the work for her. Jack let herself fall to the ground with athudand scrambled away on her hands and knees to put a little bit of distance between her and Miranda. Once she was sure she was out of arms reach from the older biotic, she flipped around so that she could sit down and protect her bottom from anymore violations. Her dark eyes hardened and she glared at Miranda in the dim light of the simulator.
What the fuck do you think youre doing?! I told you to lick, I didnt tell you to do anything else. Jack snarled, but her anger didnt really have the full of effect because her cheeks were bright red from embarassment. It was hard to recover from something like this. She didnt really know wha--
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Aw fuck
Jack heard the elevator doors open and then the clunking of boots. She motioned for Miranda to be quiet, and then strained her ears to listen. Judging by the gait, it was Shepard.FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!Oh they were so screwed. If Shepard caught her and Miranda naked in the simulator, there were only so many things they could possibly have been up to. Jack wasnt stupid. She knew that this was dangerous. She knew that banging the Cerberus Cheerleader wasnt something anything could find out about. The Illusive Man would kill Miranda, then kill her. Even if Shepard could keep her mouth shut about the whole thing, it would still be bad. Miranda and her were supposed to see eachother as equals or whatever. Shepard wouldnt look at her right if she knew that she was sleeping with a Convict that was a decade younger than her.Shit, Ill never be able to fuck her again.There was no time for a good plan, so Jack decided that she was just going to wing it an hope for the best. She motioned for Miranda to hold still and not make a peep as she quickly hopped to her feet and hurried to the door of the simulator. Though upon exiting, she moved much slower, as though she had just woken up from a nap.
Shepard? What the fuck are you doing down here? Jack rubbed her eyes as she came out of the simulator and into the harsh light of the Hangar Bay that had a section converted into a gym. It wasnt all that hard for her to fake waking up from sleep, the bright lights made her yawn, and want to sneeze too.
I could ask you the same thing. Jackwhere are you clothes?
Jack blinked a couple of times as her eyes adjusted, which must have looked like surprise to Shepard. Then she looked around, looked down at her naked body, then looked up at Shepard. Well fuck! This isnt my room. My badguess Ill just head back up to Engineering
Jackwhen was the last time you slept? Shepard was now concerned. She knew that Jack didnt sleep because of her nightmares. But if her lack of sleep was causing sleepwalkingthen she needed to get her to Chakwas right away.
None of your damn business. Jack growled, suddenly on the defensive because she knew where this line of questioning was going to go.
Look, you need to sleep. I need everyone healthy for missions. Now Im going to take you to the Med Bay
You arent taking me anywhere! Ever the hothead (and a child that was afraid of doctors), Jacks fists flared up with biotic energy at the words Med Bay. She knew better than to cross Shepard, but she couldnt stop herself. She didnt trust doctors, especially because she knew Chakwas was going to give her a shot, and she really- didnt like needles. Shed seen the Commander in action and understood why she was the one in charge. Not only could the Commander inspire people to willingly give up their lives for her and her cause, she was also an incredible soldier. But Jack didnt want to go to see any doctor for any reason what so ever!
Shepard was so fast that Jack couldnt even move her arms to send a Shockwave to her face in time. The Commander already had her pistol out and had fired off a Concussive Shot before Jack could even move. She heard the different sound that the special round made and knew that while she wasnt going to die, she wasnt going to be able to do much of anything either. The blast hit her square in the chest, making Jack let out a hiss of breath before her eyes rolled back into her head and she hit the ground, hard.
Sorry kidyou need your sleep. Shepard sighed softly as she knelt down to scoop and unconscious Jack up and cradle her in her arms. It amazed her how thin the girl still was. Jack had looked almost emaciated on the Purgatory prison facility. Now she appeared to be a little more of a healthy weight, but still, she was just so thin and so small that it made her look younger than she already was.
Shepard made a mental note to not inform Miranda about this little incident with Jack as she walked towards the elevator. While she trusted and respected Miranda as her XO, she was also aware that the woman was incredibly loyal to Cerberus. She would hate for Miranda to file a report with the Illusive Man and then have to listen to him tell her that Jack was dangerous and needed to be put down because she was little more than an animal.
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Miranda couldn't help but grin victoriously as Jack lost that cool she had been loitering over the older operative as she ordered pleasure to be given. Miranda didn't mind anal, in fact she always found it interesting and pleasant, but most people weren't as receptive, and Jack was one of those people. She was more determined to get away than most people were and she sent them both to the floor as proof of that, a pained sound coming from Miranda as her shoulder slammed into the floor, the operative not expecting the sudden escape. She pushed herself up with a growl, her eyes darting over to Jack. Damn girl, she didn't deal with someone else playing her game very well. Miranda knew she was in no position to complain and just glared at the fiery young biotic, who of course was bristly and combative as one would expect. The blush and lack of usual ferocity was entertaining but it wasn't enough to give Miranda an upper hand. Fuck she had a bad feeling about what came next.
The feeling of discomfort from not knowing what Jack was going to do was replaced by terror at the sound of the elevator and boots heading in their direction. Miranda could deal with combat and death, make calm decision in the most disastrous of situations, but the possibility of being discovered in her current predicament was beyond all of that. Above all else Miranda had her pride and the image she worked to maintain. She was a leader and a perfectionist, and in order for her to properly do her job she had to remain above the antics of everyone else. She was not doing that at the moment, in fact she didn't know what in the hell she was doing. Even with her skill for language she had doubts that she could do anything to explain the current scene.
As desperation grasped at Miranda Jack stepped up, the older operative barely realizing what was going on as Jack stepped out of the room. She stopped thinking and kept as still as she could, listening as Jack and Shepard spoke, the Commander having concerns and bringing them up without a moments hesitation. Miranda couldn't help but wonder if Jack would sell her out when it became as troublesome as having to go see Chakwas, because the younger girl hated doctors, even if the ship's doctor was more tolerable than most.
Whether or not Jack would have given her up would never be known, as her temper flared up as it always did and changed the situation entirely. Instead of a calm conversation the sound of a concussive shot rang out followed by the thud of Jack hitting the floor. It was easy to tell who it was that fell, not only because of the gun but the lightness of the body falling. Jack was small, and while Shepard wasn't some giant she was well built and in armor.
Pity for the young girl was overshadowed fourfold by Miranda's relief that the situation had ended without her being discovered, and she couldn't help but appreciate it, even if Jack hadn't intended to go so far to keep it all hidden. That being said she wasted no time gathering herself and leaving that place behind, slipping back to her office after taking a moment and looking in to the med bay just to see how everything looked. She didn't linger, no good would come of that, but she did look before moving back inside her quarters.
The moment she stepped inside her room and locked the door she felt it all come plummeting down, every ounce of exhaustion weighing her body down. She huffed, moving over and sitting on the edge of her bed, proceeding to get comfortable in an elegant fashion that was odd for someone who was alone in a room. Control was important to Miranda, she needed to know that whatever was happening she had control, and being able to keep herself calm and precise even in something as simple as getting herself unwound and naked under her sheets was enough to keep her sanity, for the moment. It was impossible to remain completely controlled sure, the feeling of soft cold sheets against her lust ridden flesh had her moaning gently as she wriggled around to find the most comfortable position. Still, she soon calmed down, eyes closing for her little 'nap'.
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Is there something I can do for you Commander? Dr. Chawkas asked distractedly as she stared at her computer screen, finishing the update of one of the crewmans medical files. In her peripheral vision she soon noticed vibrant colors, bare skin, and immediately stopped what she was doing. Is that? What happened? The doctor hurriedly got up from her seat and prepared one of the beds for Jack, knowing that when she woke up, the young woman wouldnt be the most cooperative patient in the world.
I think Jacks been sleepwalking. Shepard replied as she carefully laid the young biotic down on the med bay bed. I found her waking up from a nap in the Cargo Bay She seemed a little confused, like she didnt know how she got down there.
Karin nodded as she drew a blanket up over Jacks naked body so that she would be more comfortable as she slept. Then she went into one of her drawers to locate some sedatives to keep her asleep. Well, while it is rare for an adult to sleepwalk, its not entirely improbable. Jacqueline has been in cryostasis for a few years and spends most of her days sleep deprived. I will start her on a round of sedatives, Commander. No need to worry. Ill have some of the crew carry her back down to Engineering so that she will wake up in her own bed and not be frightened.
Nearly three days later, Jack groaned softly as she woke up in bed. Her entire body felt heavy and her chest still hurt like a bitch from where Shepard had shot her.Fucking Shepard Im going to kick her ass for shooting me close range.Really she knew that it was her fault and she may have kinda sorta deserved it. But that still didnt keep her from being pissed off. The events of the previous day rushed back to her, and Jack found herself even more reasons to be angry. Miranda in the simulator, stubborn as ever even when she was getting something that her body wanted. Shepard ruining the whole thing and interrupting them, then threatening her with Chakwas-The doctor!Jack sat up in a panic and quickly did a check of her body, feeling up and down her arms, trying to figure out if she had been stuck with any needles. Her heart rate began to pound faster and her stomach rolled from the surge of adrenaline. She angled her head so that if she threw up, it wouldnt be on her bed, and as she looked down she noticed a small utility table that had not been there before. After a few deep breaths and the knowledge that she hadnt been stuck with any meds, Jack calmed down.
On the utility table was a datapad, a glass of water, as well as some pills. Jack totally ignored the pills and picked up the datapad instead, giving a cursory glance at the information. It was just a note from the doctor, telling her to take the pills if she experienced any nausea, a lingering effect of the sedative that she had been under. With a derisive snort, she merely chucked the drugs down the waste chute.
Cerberus had put enough weird shit into her system, she didnt need anymore crap going in there.
With a sigh, Jack moved to recline on her bed and grab her Omnitool. She was curious as to how long she had been out, maybe if she was lucky she still had some time left in her 24 hour deal with Miranda. SON OF A COCKSUCKING BITCH! Jack roared when she saw that it was well past 24 and onto 72 hours. Fucking Shepard! And fucking Cheerleader! This shit wasnt fair. She did something nice for someone else for once and life couldnt just give her a goddamn break. With a grumble, she shut her eyes. A deal was a deal, and no matter how pissed off she was, that wouldnt change anything. Miranda was off the hook, and Jack was left here to stew.
The worst part us, she was still too fucking tired and sore to masturbate.
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"Fucking bitch..." Miranda sighed as she got out of bed, tossing a pillow she had been snuggling back to the mattress before walking over to her desk and pulling out the top drawer. She was staring down at the dildo she kept and just about to reach for it when Shepard's voice echoed through her coms. "Miranda, going to need that report soon, if we want to have any time for the crew to rest we need to finish this business. So now." Miranda had just woken up and already she had been put on a task, and of course she wasn't about to let her worker bee image be ruined. Besides if she didn't do it some bumbling idiot like Garrus would be assigned to conclude her report and like hell she was going to allow that. She wasn't frustrated about the work though, because work was like breathing to Miranda, and while she enjoyed free time and her own personal definition of fun she also enjoyed work. The issue was elsewhere, and on a much more sensitive topic. It was how fucking horny she was. Ever since Jack had decided to make her life a living hell she had been more turned on that usual, fantasies constantly interfering with her day. Ever since Jack had been taken by Shepard she hadn't even been able to masturbate and it was worse than ever.
Her lack of orgasm wasn't a choice, she hadn't been waiting for Jack and didn't feel guilty the girl had been sedated... Well maybe a little, but it was mainly Shepard's fault. The woman had to be fucking psychic, because ever time Miranda sat down to masturbate or was sprawled out on her bed naked Shepard would need her for something. It had been hectic and led her to being so fucking tired by the end of the day she just fell asleep. It was complete hell and once again she was being dragged from her much needed personal time and into duty. She would complain because it wasn't like her, but that didn't make her happy about it.
With a sigh Miranda went back over to her bed and made it up neatly, and then grabbed some clothes and laid out on her desk for when she was through with the report. She would have to shower before going to give the briefing to the Commander but if she didn't finish it soon she would have to hear more of Shepard's demanding. Not that Shepard annoyed her but the woman didn't like waiting for things and most of the time Miranda understood. Most of the time.
Miranda didn't long to prepare the report Shepard had asked for, only about an hour which wasn't bad considering it contained all the planning for settling a planetary dispute, a proposal of sorts endorsed by both sides to be explained by Shepard as mediator. It was a bit beneath them but Shepard wanted to do it and Miranda had been forced to oblige. It made everyone else happy because they would be going planet side for the duration of the talks, though the location was still to be decided, a neutral location obviously but where was a toss up, and Miranda didn't much care. She only cared about turning in the report and getting the mission over with. She connected to Shepard's com and sent the report over as well, "That should contain all the information needed. If it's fine just let me know, otherwise I'll get ready and then come to answer any questions you have." Shepard gave her a quick okay and Miranda was on her way to the shower.
Miranda would never admit it but taking a shower had been turning her on. For the past few days every time she went to wash herself the memories of what happened popped back up and she found herself dripping and horny, more than tempted to relieve herself a few times, though never confident enough to do so without fear of being discovered, her image still very important to the officer. Besides, she kind of hated how often Jack was on her mind, from the shower to her occasional fantasies. Hell she had even went down to check up on her once and had been quite tempted to leave her a little thank you, a temptation she quickly rejected. She didn't want Jack to have more ammo than she did, a difficult thing to keep from happening when she found her mind drifting towards the young girl. All things aside she was very cute, a beautiful face and body, even if a bit lithe, and with a certain dangerous charm. "What the fuck..." Miranda sighed out the words as she dried her body off and got dressed, irked at her own mind for thinking about such stupid fucking things. Dangerous charm? How fucking ridiculous.
Miranda was so distracted by those thoughts that she forgot to dry her hair, walking out into the hall with it still wet and looking sexier than she ever allowed herself before. Yes Miranda was gorgeous, yes she had a tight outfit, and yes she took care of her appearance, but seeing her with hair matted to her porcelain skin and thought furrowing glistening brow was a whole new level. Only a few caught a glimpse but it was enough to start a bit of conversation otherwise suppressed by their fear of her, and while she was in her room oblivious a few people who be storing that image away for some time.
Luckily Shepard hadn't needed her to explain anything, the Commander being smart enough and knowing what decisions to make, or making it seem like she knew. It still didn't leave Miranda was free time to take care of her problem, and instead she was given another little task directly from Shepard, and one that would have her busy for a brief duration. If only it had been difficult things would have been easy, she could have become lost in the task, but it wasn't and she didn't. Instead she was given time to simmer in her desire.
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A loud grumble from her stomach made Jack let out a huff of irritation. She just wanted to lay there for a couple more hours, those goddamn sedatives had her exhausted. Well, it was either the remnants of the sedatives making her tired or the lack of real food during the past three days. Figuring that the only way she would ever get any energy back, she forced her heavy limbs to obey her and crawled out of her cot. Her stomach lurched and she felt a little woozy as she rose. Fucking jackass Shepard Jack hissed and stood perfectly still, waiting for the nausea to pass before dragging her ass up the stairs and to the little cafeteria upstairs.
For awhile Jack was just by herself at a table, enjoying some soup. Soup was something that even Mess Sergeant Garnder couldnt fuck up. She couldnt wait for them to dock somewhere so that she could actually eat some real food. After a bowl of salt and pepper water with things that might have been noodles floating around it, she was feeling better and braved the chow line for some dehydrated, rehydrated, steak substitute and reconstituted broccoli.Ugh, probably fucking varren meat and Turian scales sculptured to look like vegetables.Well, what it looked like and tasted it like wasnt so important. All that mattered was that it was full of nutrients that her body desperately needed them.
Good afternoon, Jack. An overly feminine voice called out from behind her, making Jack tense as though she had heard nails on a chalkboard.
Oh fucking hell. Please go away.
Im good at sensing when people are overly taxed. If you would like to talk about anything-
No. Jack quickly interrupted before Kelly went ay further.Yeah no shit youre good at sensing. The whole ship knows I was out for a couple of hours.As Kelly moved to sit down next to her, Jack hunched over slightly, her free arm moving to wrap her tray in a protective manner. Years of having people steal shit from her made her still act as though her meal was going to be taken away, even though the idea that anyone wanted to steal some of Gardners food was laughable.
Jack, you can trust me. Kelly paused for a moment, racking her brain for something that would get the tattooed biotic to open up. However, the only thing she could tell from Jacks profile was that she only responded to sex. So she switched tactics, her voice becoming sultry as she moved to lightly stroke a tattooed arm. You knowintimacy brings understanding.
Jack stiffened. She didnt like to be touched unless she had already initiated it. Listen close you goddamn Cerberus slut. Jack hissed as she exploded, grabbing Kelly by the collar of her uniform and yanking her forward. Im not here for you to mind-fuck. Come around me one more time and I will smear-
Everything alright? The Commanders voice snapped Jack out of her rage. Well, snapped her out enough so that her biotics fizzled until they were totally extinguished.
Fuckin fantastic. Jack glared ruthlessly at Kelly before releasing her shirt. The young biotic stood up with a huff, training her eyes onto Shepard. Maybe you can talk some sense into the jackass shrink. Jack had already refused to submit to a psych eval about a million times already and Shepard knew it. So while the Commander told Kelly off for bothering her crew, Jack stormed off so that she could head back to the Engineering Sub-deck.
On her way back to her room, she was stopped by the sight of Miranda leaving the showers. The older biotics hair was still wet, a vision which immediately brought back the memory of their encounter in the showers, how absolutely sexy Miranda looked naked, glistening with soap and water. It was enough to make Jacks body visibly shiver with want. Before she knew what she was doing, she was actually following Miranda, slinking along behind her, quiet and predatorial as ever. She only stopped when she reached the older biotics office, making sure that no one was looking before she followed Miranda inside. The moment that the doors quickly shut behind them, Jack had pounced.
Still amped up from roughing up Kelly and fully energized from a nice long nap and nutritious meal, Jack was a force to be reckoned with. She spun Miranda around and quickly grabbed her by the wrists (Jack no longer trusted her hands because of their little incident in the simulator), walking the older biotic backwards so that she could pin her against the wall. Jack brought her hands up, quickly bracing Mirandas arms on either side of her head and against the wall. Miss me Cheerleader? Jack didnt wait for a response, she merely forced her thigh between Mirandas legs to put pressure on her covered slit.
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Whether it was becoming a habit or Jack was getting sloppier Miranda had heard the noise behind her before she had been spun around. Not with enough time to stop it but with enough to eliminate any surprise she would have exhibited otherwise. Instead she was glaring at the woman who had so forcefully turned her around and demanded her attention. Not that she couldn't say Jack hadn't been on her mind. She had practically been dreaming about the girl's rough skillful touch and lithe body. She was practically drooling at just the thought, but at the same time her face was contorted in displeasure, not excitement or arousal. No, those were kept well hidden, or at least as well as one could. Miranda was already a bit wet but luckily that was impossible to tell unless Jack decided to do a surprise check, and her hands were busy keeping Miranda's hands to themselves. Heh, it was almost funny thinking about just why the tough little psycho was doing that.
Miranda was delighted about the discovery of an exploitable weakness, though it was one with very limited application. Still, every little bit helped. The pressure to her slit from Jack's powerful leg almost cracked her glare, but instead she grit her teeth and gave a low threatening growl. "Your time expired, or did you think you would come in here with your classic victim mentality and get me to take pity?" Miranda struck out right away and she wasn't even sure why. Perhaps it was just because she knew how badly she wanted it, and she didn't want to accept that. Still, whether the logical reason was why or not she did, and the look on her face, glare aside, was quite calm and she didn't seem to be in the mood for any games.
Jack had managed to completely throw Miranda off her game their past few times but she was oddly collected. So collected that she even found a way to ignore the pang of guilt she felt for treating Jack that way, and it wasn't as if she had expected to feel guilty. Part of her knew she had liked what went on between them, and more than anything she knew she owed the younger biotic for saving the pride she valued so much and spending days asleep for her. Hell it was pretty damn sexy, that Jack would do that for her, but even still something inside her refused to give an inch, to be as stubborn if not more than ever before. As if to prove that point her hands began glowing as she built up biotic energy, hands held against the wall but not enough to where she couldn't if she had to, though she wasn't quite sure if she would even throw Jack across the room, whether it was a bluff or serious was a mystery, even to her. "Want to let go?" It wasn't as much of a question as it seemed, but whether Jack would give a damn was a question still up in the air, and usually the answer was no.
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Jacks eyes flashed in complete and utter fury as Miranda spat out her insult. The younger biotic had never played the, Poor me, Im a victim of abuse and unethical experimentation, someone please pity me card. Yeah, her life blew. And yeah, it was all fucking Cerberus fault that she wasnt 100% right in the head by societys standards. But she wasnt a fucking victim; victims were weak. Victims didnt seek vengeance; they relied on others to right their wrongs. So she was not a victim, not by a long shot, Jack was a survivor. She didnt see herself coming here as a victim, hoping Miranda would right the injustice of Shepards interruption of her own guilt-stricken volition. No, she came here to collect what belonged to her: that goddamn orgasm that had been eluding her for their past few encounters.
Listen bitch, Im starting to get reaaalllyyy sick of your bullshit. Jack snarled. From the corners of her eyes, she saw Mirandas arms begin to light up with biotic energy. So quickly she pulled them away from the wall, only to slam them back into the unforgiving metal bulkhead in order to send a jolt of pain through Mirandas forearms. So knock it off or I will fucking break both your fucking hands! She was stronger now, so much stronger after having finally slept for more than three hours. There was little doubt in the Convicts mind that she could break Mirandas hands if she really wanted to. Hell, she probably should do it if only to get back of her for trying to invade her ass last time they had done anything.
Now, heres how its going to be. The younger woman was tired of games, she was going to get what she wanted, no matter what the cost. You, are going to be a good little girl and do as I say. Jacks thigh began to rock against Miradans covered slit, just because she knew the older biotic needed a reminder of the type of rewards that good pets got. And if you dont behave, Im going to tell everyone on this ship that Miss Stick Up Her Ass likes taking it up the ass. Ill tell the entire crew that you love it so much that youll do anything for it, even let a psychopath like me fuck you. Jack was entirely ready to go out kamikaze style for this. Revealing that she had gotten Miranda screaming in ecstasy from a little anal play was dangerous for the both of them. The Illusive Man would no doubt put the younger biotic down for screwing around with one of his top agents.
As dangerous as Jack was on a normal day, she appeared to be even more out of her mind when she had been deprived of a proper orgasm for weeks. Being so well rested made the need for a good fuck worse than usual, so bad that she would do just about anything to get the release she craved. While Miranda thought about her next move, Jack leaned forward, nipping at the Operatives delicate earlobe. She was a surprisingly adept lover, remembering all the little things that would drive each individual lover crazy. She remembered how much Miranda had liked having her ears nibbled on, and so busied herself grazing her teeth along the arch of her ear. She flicked the lobe lightly with her tongue before making her way down lower so that she could attack the Operatives neck.
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There were times when even someone like Miranda, who held her pride and ability to remain calm and logical above all else, fucked up. There was no better way to say it. Everyone made mistakes, even she was not immune to the side effects of humanity. However, few people did so with people like Jack. Jack was driven by her emotions on a surface level, her psychological profile calling her a psychopath, but Miranda had her own ideas about the girl. It was why she, above most others, seemed to be able to place herself right beneath Jack's skin and really piss her off. See to Miranda the feared Subject Zero wasn't a psychopath, a sociopath perhaps but even then it was a thin diagnosis because Jack had rare moments where she showed the twisted sense of morality still clinging on even after her life. Cerberus had fucked her up, done things to justify psychopathic traits, but even then a psychopath wasn't ruled by her emotions like Jack was. Sure the wording and definition were a convenient way to write Jack off but it didn't make them correct, at least no completely.
So when Miranda poked at the most sensitive parts of Jack's rather delicate state of mind, it could only be called stupid. Yet as much as she had fucked up she was smirking, and it was the usual Miranda smirk, the way she had acted when Jack first arrived. As if she were telling Jack that she wasn't even worth raising her voice or speaking words, like she was some animal incapable of understanding what in the universe was so fucking amusing to the older biotic. In truth there was nothing, but perhaps as cold and calculating as Miranda could be she could be called a psychopath as well. It wasn't true, but if someone decided to observe the her she revealed to the outside world they could definitely go as far as to say she lacked the emotional signs of a 'healthy' human. Possibly due to her being a test tube princess... How she fucking hated that little nickname. Jack was about as talented as she was in the skin burrowing category.
The smirk was wiped away by a surge of strength Miranda hadn't expected as her arms were pulled away and slammed back in to the metal without a shred of hesitation. Her biotics didn't falter, but she didn't strike. Jack had made it a point to show she was at least as skilled as Miranda biotically, and as much as it killed her to even think it Jack was probably stronger. Not as much control but her power and surprising intelligence let her adapt even faster than Miranda was capable of. She had won their little leadership test, and now she was displaying a strength that made Miranda feel a bit nervous even with the slight height and weight difference. Miranda wasn't weak but a rested Jack was... New. She didn't rush unknown situations, and the biotic energy subsided as Jack began laying down her ultimatum of sorts.
It was difficult not to moan or react in some way as Jack laid down her rather arrogant plan, but she managed and even spoke with a snarl that didn't betray the lust practically pouring off of her. "Heh... I wasn't aware you were the one making the calls... Then again it is just like the famous Subject Zero to rely on blackmail and cheap bullshit to get what she wants. I should have been expecting it, after all you were never taught proper manners, just how to be a monster." She almost froze after finishing her sentence, knowing the line she had been playing a game of back and forth with had just been left behind as she made her little defiant stand on the wrong fucking side. "But let's not kid around her, a little girl run on her emotions, even if they are as crazy as yours are, is no psychopath. Your just a child, frightened that you won't get what you want..." She growled, trying to use an uncommon form of intimidation for the 'Ice Queen' Miranda to cover up the moan prompted from teeth on her delicate earlobe.
She cursed Jack for being attentive. The younger biotic been quite incredible when they were together. Even if Miranda had resisted and struggled she had always found herself in the throes of pleasure very quickly. Jack paid attention, and instantly Miranda lust cried out for her submission. It was scary in a way, not exactly how one usually thought of fear with screaming of a feeling of panic, but in a vulnerability sense. Miranda hated not being in control, and perhaps that drove some of her hatred with Jack. Jack was a passionate person, driven by emotions and desires that were basically impossible to control. It made her an unstable addition, not only to the crew but for Miranda. It had been bad enough when she just had to work with her and indulge Shepard's whims to make Jack comfortable. Now that the girl had taken such a personal interest it was quite unsettling, making Miranda only want to strike out all the more, the few days without Jack around apparently cementing the desire to escape the younger biotic quite well.
Still, as much as she wanted to strike back, as much as she wanted to continue hurling insults and break the sick little bond they were beginning to form, she couldn't. Not because she had been fantasizing about the tattooed girl, but because she had gotten to where she was by being able to gauge people's motives and ambitions. It was how she knew Jack was prepared to ruin them both. Finally Miranda relaxed her arms and body, leaning back against the wall, and gave Jack what she wanted, once again bound by her pride to keep everything hidden. One day she was going to drag out a real answer from Jack, about what made the girl choose her, the woman in the organization she hated, and no doubt the most difficult lay on the entire fucking ship. She was attractive and charming in her own way, almost hypnotically so at times. Surely Jack could have seduced some other person. Instead she just let a small moan escape her lips, followed with a defeated voice, "I concede. Take your ill-gotten prize..." She was of course referring to herself, but as she spoke she pulled a hand from Jack's grip and moved it up to start undoing her uniform, revealing more of her perfect white flesh.
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No one doused a libido quite like Miranda. Jack had been ready to tear off that uniform and finally just take what she wanted, what she suspected they both- wanteduntil Mirandas words cut into her. It was a lot all at once, hearing the name Subject Zero, being reminded that she had been raised to be nothing more than a monster, a weapon For a moment she actually looked as though she was either going to cry or explode with such fury that she would tear Miranda and this ship apart, destroy everything, just as she had destroyed the prison she had been kept in.
Fuck you There was a shift inside of her, and the words were said with such quiet coldness that it was noticeably uncharacteristic of Jack. Usually she was shouting, snarling, or seethingbut Miranda had finally managed to trip over a nerve that ran deep enough inside the younger biotics brain to shut everything off. Completely disregarding any and all emotions she may feel was the Convicts coping mechanism for murdering someone close range. Shed killed many, innocents and villains alike. But those had been nameless strangers, people she didnt give a fuck about. Besides, a good majority probably deserved to die anyways. But Mirandawellas much as she hated Miranda, she knew- her. On any given day, she probably wouldnt have been able to blow the Operative away without feeling some sort of remorse. Though right now, without any sort of emotion running through her body, could kill her and not feel a goddamn thing.
As free as her conscience would be, Shepard would probably disapprove, And as much as Jack loathed to admit it, she really did sort of like the Commander and cared about what she thought. So before she extinguished the life from Mirandas form in retribution for the incredibly hurtful insults that she had thrown, Jack just let her go. She said her fuck you, let her go, and just turned around to storm out of this room and back to the safety of the Engineering Sub-deck.
For the next few days, Jack threw Shockwaves at anyone that came near her staircase. It didnt matter whether or not ir were the Engineers, trying to get to something on the sub-deck, or Commander Shepard herself attempting to come talk to her. She wasnt the only one experiencing something close to ship fever. Grunt had been ramming into the Normandys bulkhead as though trying to expand the ship from the inside out, just for fun. Zaeed was being extra creepy, talking to his guns more so than usual. Even Garrus seemed a little more stick-up-his-ass-ish than usual.
Finally Shepard decided that it was time for a little shore leave before the non-military trained personnel ripped the Normandy in half.
Awhile ago, Shepard had ordered them all some casual shore leave outfits (probably so that they didnt get their asses kicked by drunken Alliance soldiers on their time off for being Cerberus) and now tonight was the first night that Jack was trying on hers. A black leather zip-up vest that she left open to show off what little assets she had, some actual pants that fit her correctly and hugged her curves in such a way to show off the feminine flare of her hips. The boots were the weirdest thing, they werent like her normal combat boots, they were stylish and lightweightit was weirdand they had no steel toe, shed definitely have to remember not to kick anyone in the face, otherwise her foot might hurt in the morning. Looking down her body once she was finished getting dressed, the young biotic had to admit she wore leather very- well.Heh, maybe even better than Aria.
Someones trying to get laid tonight. Shepard and Garrus must have been the first two off the ship, because already the pair of them were so drunk that the Commander gave Jack an appreciative whistle after teasing her.
Thats the difference between you and me Shepard, I dont even have to try. Really, Jack couldve probably worn whatever the fuck she wanted tonight and still have ended the night hooking up with someone.Ladies love a bad girlBut tonight she was hoping for some prey that was a little higher up on the food chain. Shed gone so long without sex that any ol bar slut wasnt going to do. She wanted someone a little more innocent, definitely more refined, but with some muscle to her so that Jack could play rough. So her sights were set on finding an Alliance soldier to hook up with. It didnt take long to find a few possible candidates down at the other end of the bar where some new recruits were. Dont wait up. The young biotic smirked and continued past the two war vets and down the bar where the younger crowd was.
Jack managed to wriggle her way through the elbow to elbow traffic and finally get to the bar so that she could order herself a drink. Just a couple should get her loose enough be a real char- Oof!
Oh! I am so, so sorry. Samantha Traynor did what any good egghead would do when bumping into someone who was as intimidating to look at as the tattooed woman before her: panic. I j-just I- She noticed that she had made the other woman spill some of her drink on herself, so she reached out, trying to brush the liquid off of her jacket.
The poor girl looked like she was going to pass out, Jack didnt have the heart to punch her in the face for making her spill her drink on herself. Its fine. You dont go into a club without expecting to get a little liquor spilled on you eventually. The biotic soothed. Then, when she noticed the strangers eyes lingering on the tattoos on the exposed section of her chest, she grinned, excited to find her target for the night. See something you like, soldier?
I was just wondering how much of you was covered with them. Realizing that she had just verbalized her internal question on whether or not the sexy, but dangerous looking woman infront of her had tattoos all over her naughty bits as well, Samantha quickly blushed. I mean- Ierm Oh..bollocks
Jack laughed, the first laugh she had had in a long while. It was cute how easily flustered the other girl was getting. Oh there was something so wonderfully submissive about the Alliance officer before her. Im Jack. The young biotic extended her hand. Tell you whatyou buy me a drink and maybe Ill tell you just how much of me is covered in ink.
Oh erm.. Even more darkness covered Samanthas cheeks as the blush grew more intense. She threw a conflicted look towards the group of friends that she had come here with, then back at the woman infront of her. Should she stay and play? Or go back to the safety of her group.Come on Samanthathe galaxy is in a state of unrest. Do something brave!My names Samantha. Its a pleasure to meet you.
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Miranda's words had the very effect they had been intended to, they stopped the young biotic in her tracks. Miranda wasn't happy though, and it had nothing to do with the fact that she actually wanted Jack as badly as the girl wanted her. She felt bad. It wasn't a logical response considering the shit Jack had put her through and how they had been speaking like that to one another since they met, but it was where she found herself. Seeing Jack so hurt that she wasn't even yelling sent a pang of guilt through Miranda and she felt the slight urge to take it back, but that wasn't actually going to happen. She was stubborn enough to not apologize for menial things, much less saying several things she knew hurt the young woman. Not only that but there was no way in hell she would be forgiven after calling Jack 'Subject Zero' and bringing up the childhood Cerberus had stolen from her. All sensitive subjects... And her organization was responsible for the worst of it, directly or not. So as Jack let go and left Miranda didn't even move, keeping her poker face up and just watching as Jack exit her room. At least if anyone saw her this time they would have no doubt it was more of the same hatred between them. It was funny, Jack was supposed to be the childish unreasonable one.
In the days following things on the ship became tense. Miranda never felt the pressure of being on the ship, work was her life and she had never felt attached to socialization. So while others seemed to be going stir crazy after being locked up on the ship Miranda was unaffected. Well that wasn't entirely true. Miranda was indeed fine with being on the ship, and would have been fine sitting in her room without talking to another soul, but she was bothered by other things. One was how despite her lust she couldn't get off, it was maddening. She had tried after Jack left, but just couldn't get turned on by herself even if she needed an orgasm. Nothing had changed in the past few days, and her needs mixed with the guilt from hurting someone who was already vulnerable... It was clawing at her sanity. Not visibly, but sleep had been difficult and she couldn't detach herself as well as usual.
The decision to finally give everyone shore leave was precisely what Miranda needed, a chance to slip away from the ship and let her hair down so to speak. On the ship she had a role to protect, and she couldn't afford to show weakness as the Senior Cerberus presence on the ship. She had to be professional, unshakable, perfect. So shore leave was perfect. She could have a few drinks and as long as she was careful about who noticed her she could let go. Miranda would simply get a nice room somewhere and not return to the ship at all until it was all over. Some drinks... Relaxation... Company. Maybe, she wasn't sure about the company. She had never been so aware of her own libido prior to Jack, blissfully ignorant. Damn girl.
Luckily she had the perfect outfit, though not one Shepard bought her, because while that was nice she had her own outfits prepared to avoid the attention being Cerberus brought during her off time. It attracted other attention though, revealing her delectable cleavage, tight leather pants, and more accessories than one would normally see on the operative. If she wanted to find company it would be easy to do wearing her 'casual' clothing, because as sexy as her uniform could be there was something particularly appealing about the refreshing appearance. It humanized her, she wasn't identified by the Cerberus logo and job title, she was just Miranda, and while that didn't mean much to her, she just knew other crew members would make a big deal if they noticed.
Miranda didn't think anybody would notice her though, and she was careful to avoid letting anyone see her, especially Shepard who she had been careful to go around. The last thing she needed was the intuitive Commander seeing her and commenting while under the influence. Who knew what the woman would say. She did like Shepard, but the woman could be difficult. Another way to describe her would be worthy, because she was one of few who could keep up with Miranda in every way, and surpass her at that. It made her hard to deal with, but necessary for the galaxy, just not necessary for Miranda to relax, the opposite in fact.
What she needed was a drink and she ordered the second she could, and didn't waste any time with light drinks or 'tasty' beverages. Her goal was to get drunk enough to stop her logical side from speaking and let go a little. She just wanted to sit around, drink, and eventually go have a good night sleep. Until Jack made her appearance that was. The young biotic popped up into Miranda's field of view after she was a few drinks in, and she wasn't alone. Somehow Miranda had missed her entrance but she didn't miss her tanding with another woman, and by the appearance a solider. That was when the operative let her guard down, eyes distracted and brain dulled by the drinks she had already downed. She failed to notice someone slip something into her fresh drink.
Miranda's sensible side had managed to stop her from following her emotion down the stupid path of going over and asking Jack what the fuck she was doing. It just wasn't fair of her to hurt the woman one day, refusing every come on, and then harass her for being around someone else. It was a realization even if she didn't act on it though and Miranda downed the drugged drink without hesitation, sighing audibly. It was annoying to have conflicting feelings, especially when the same part of her stopping her from going and scaring the other girl off was telling her that her reasons for refusing Jack had been superficial. She hadn't pushed her away and denied interest due to a lack of attraction, because whether it be physically or mentally she found Jack to be rather intriguing. Tough and delicate at the same time, more competent than her mouth and attitude led people to believe, sexually incredible, and genuine even for the worse.
Her refusal had been due to fucking pride, her emotions guarded and desire to keep up appearances and show absolutely no weaknesses more important to her than anything else. It was always amusing, Miranda was self-aware enough to identify her own flaws, smart enough to realize why it was wrong, but she was human and that knowledge didn't change how she acted. "Not enough alcohol yet..." She needed more to drink if she was still thinking about such complicated stupid shit. So she ordered yet another strong drink and downed it, ignoring Jack for a moment, just long enough for everything to kick in. Before she could realize something was wrong, most likely the effects of the alcohol, things began swirling around the older biotic. She felt a bit dizzy, but above all everything tingled.
No doubt someone had planned to make a move when it all kicked in, but Miranda's eyes swung back around to Jack as the warm sensation and tingling spread from her stomach to the tips of her fingers and toes. She didn't order another drink, just watched. Part of her wanted to get up and go to Jack, but sh was with someone else, and Miranda had no right to her. That was what she kept telling herself, but truth be told she was flushed in the face and becoming quite turned on, making it harder and harder to resist the temptation to go and seek some attention.
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It would probably surprise anyone to see a nerdy little marine talking to a tattooed biotic, but if there was one thing that Jack knew, it was that bookworms and outcasts were the two most likely personality types to be attracted to the taboo. Samantha was soft, sweet, smart, a woman who was perhaps a shocking choice for a woman like Jack, especially if one looked at the younger biotics track record. Usually she was just attracted to power, to control freaks, to people who liked to dominate in the real world but needed to submit in the bedroom. But here was Samantha, someone who seemed to be just as shy and submissive in the real world as she would be behind closed doors.Samanathas nothing like MirandaUgh, why was she still even thinking about that bitch?! The Operative was easily the most beautiful woman the younger biotic had ever seen in her entire life, sure, but that didnt mean that she should monopolize her thoughts when Jack had an especially delicious looking Alliance marine infront of her. As attractive as Mirandas power made her seem, her personality was lacking so badly that Jack couldnt bring herself to want to pursue her anymore. And even though someone like Samantha was a little on the vanilla side, her upbeat attitude was contagious and Jack found herself in quite the good moodthough not as good a mood as she could be in.
How about you and I hit the dance floor? A little dancing was sure to get her mind off of the Operative so that she could enjoy her night with Samantha.
W-wha-?phlbt! Samantha sputtered as she choked on her drink in surprise. Dance? Her?! Oh no no no; if there was one thing Samantha Traynor did not do, it was attempt to gyrate her hips to a complicated beat on a crowded dance floor. Ahem - Im sorry, excuse me. I justI erI dont dance
While the Specialist tried to clear her airway, Jack gently rubbed her back to keep her calm and expedite the process. When she saw Samanthas cheeks light up pink once she had caught her breath and noticed that Jack was still- touching her, the younger biotic grinned, knowing that she had the other woman hooked. Lookyou dont have to be nervous. I will be sure to take very- good care of you. Jack practically purred out the last half of her statement. So come on, dance with me.
Samantha swallowed the lump forming in her throat and bit her lower lip. Jack seemed pretty nicevulgarbut honestly she swore just about as badly as any marine she had been stationed with thus far. She was obviously a biotic, Sam could see the external implant by her ear, so the Specialist just sort of assumed that Jack had been ex-military like most other human biotics and had gotten out of the service as soon as she had paid her 5 year dues. And the tattoos were obviously some sort of rebellious act that she reveled in after having a life spent on Jump Zero. The backstory may not be entirely true, but in the short time they had known one another, it was the best that Samantha could do. The past that she had invented for her new friend just by looking at her seemed to be entirely logical, and Samantha took comfort in the idea that Jack and her may have had more in common than met the eye. Oh erhalright.
Jack straightened up, downed the last of her drink, and then offered Samantha her hand. It was cute how the Specialist blushed when she took it, and Jack resolved to be very careful with this sub because she seemed quite delicate. She led the way, through the crowded bar and towards the dance floor. People parted for her instinctively, and when they got to the dance floor, the two of them had a nice chunk of floor to be on without having to worry about drunk bastards bumping into them. The music in these clubs were all the same: techno beats that were complicated with their layer upon layer of synthetic music. But Jack didnt flail around, she wasnt like Shepard that awkwardly shuffled about, nor was she ostentatious like an Asari stripper that was looking for attention. Jack was a little smoother than that, her body easily finding the beat and rolling with it. For someone who prided herself on being the biggest and baddest tomboy in the galaxy, Jack had a surprisingly feminine grace when she danced.
Relax The biotic cooed sweetly when she noticed that Samantha appeared to be paralyzed with fear on the dance floor. Maybe if she hadnt thrown back some liquor, she wouldnt have had the patience to deal with a timid sub. But she was in a pretty good mood, one where she wouldnt mind playing a slow game of cat and mouse. Cmere. For one so young, Jack was a natural Domme.; she could just sense what a sub needed. Right now she knew that Samantha needed a gentle touch, to be worked slowly otherwise she would just close right back up. So she urged the marine closer, pressing their bodies together so that Samantha could follow her moves with ease. Just follow me
Samantha wasnt nave, she knew that this night didnt mean anything, not really. They were just two strangers stationed on two different ships, looking to forget their missions for a little while. Would it really be so bad to let herself go? To just give all of herself to a person for the night? Jack may be a stranger, but a closet kinkster like Samantha could easily tell that the pair of them were going to have many similar interests in the bedroom. The way the tattooed woman touched hergentle at first, sweeping up and down her arms to calm her, but now it was increasingly possessive. Jacks hands were on her hips, pulling, tugging her closer into a frame that was thin, but also surprisingly muscular. The thought of the sculpted body that lay underneath those clothes made the Specialist lick her lips.
Jack had her, she knew that she had her the moment those big doe eyes glazed over with whatever naughty thoughts were going through her dancing partners mind. With a feral grin, she became bolder, her hands finally moving off of their place on Samanthas lovely hips and to her very nice ass. She squeezed both cheeks, eliciting a soft, needy whimper from the marine. Jack was pleased to see that the shy Specialist was not pulling away, and so she leaned down, rewarding Samanthas acceptance of her show of dominance with a deep, fiery kiss.
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While nobody would ever know it Miranda was quite an unreasonable person. When it came to her public face she was quite reasonable, and in a way it was part of her job and who she was supposed to be. She needed to remain focused and ensure that her decisions were in the best interests of Cerberus. So she did whatever was in her power to make it happen, negotiating and working whatever systems she had to. Miranda was not so civil in her mind though and often expected treatment that was quite frankly ridiculous. Sure recently her pride had taken a hit, but before that she had believed her own skills and potential were far superior than any other humans. Fucking Shepard had to ruin that, the woman outclassing her in melee combat and marksmanship. Even Jack had shown herself to have skills polished above Miranda's level, and while the older biotic had excuses it changed nothing. No matter how ofter she reminded herself just how vast her pool of skills was, from the militaristic skills to science and medicine, it didn't help. There was still the fact that her biotic skills had been surpassed, and by a girl much younger than herself. Perfect human... It was almost a joke when surrounded by truly talented individuals.
Still, even after meeting those with talent equal to her own she had kept much of her pride and high expectations... Like the expectation of someone who had eyes for her not going after some other piece of tail. Yes, it was as ridiculous and unfair an expectation as any other but Miranda couldn't help it. Just watching Jack and the little Alliance slut together was pissing her off. She didn't react with her sharp intimidating fury though, and instead watched them with a pout and the occasional whine. Fucking Jack... What was so damn good about the girl she was paying so much attention to? How was she better than Miranda was? Was it her age? Was it how shy she looked even from afar? It had to be something Miranda lacked, because if not the older woman was confident she would win out... Older... Ugh, it irritated her just thinking about it. "So what if I'm older..." She muttered, eyes glued to Jack and the admittedly adorable timid little thing she was aiming for.
Miranda conscientiousness of her odd thoughts and actions, her obvious jealousy and out of character visible pouting, was non-existent. She wasn't aware of any of it, at least not that it was odd, it all felt right down to her chewing on her lower lip now that her mouth was without a drink to keep it occupied. She was also unaware of the amount of attention she was drawing with each little pout and whine, and even more so when she leaned over some railing to get a closer look as Jack dragged the other woman to the dance floor, her ass wiggling out behind her. She was aware of only two things, Jack and her little pet, and her own rising desire to go monopolize what in some odd way she had already started seeing as hers. Not in a dominant way, she had been shown just how submissive she apparently was recently, but in a way that she didn't want to share and didn't want Jack to move on. A funny desire after her many efforts to push the young girl far away.
Still, deranged logic aside Miranda had done well in controlling herself and sticking to the role of jealous observer. That was until she noticed hands and lips both venturing where they shouldn't have. "Bitch!" She said a bit too loudly, glaring at anyone who dared look before pushing herself off the rail and starting towards the dance floor. Jack hadn't even kissed her... What the fuck, she needed to know what this little bitch had that she didn't.
Miranda's path to the dance floor had been as careful as it could be to avoid Jack's detection, the woman moving through the crowd and coming up right behind the younger woman, hips swaying and attracting more attention than two hot lesbians making out already did. Luckily the little puppy Jack had captured was distracted by the passion Jack was showing her, a passion Miranda was nearly growling at. There was a part of her deep down that wanted to yank them apart and rip the little girl apart, because for normal people who weren't Shepard and Jack she was pretty damn scary. Yet that was suppressed by what had come over her and instead she waited for the kiss to begin to break and leaned in, arms wrapping around Jack's waist from behind and her chin resting on her shoulder.
"Hey gorgeous... You never came back after last time, I was waiting..." Her voice was needy and there was a sultry quality that Miranda never displayed. To make matters more confusing her hot breath was spilling over Jack's neck and her hands were moving lower to Jack's thighs. She wasn't ignoring Traynor either, a small wink and gorgeous smile being directed to her before she nipped Jack's earlobe. "You know I didn't actually mean what I said right. I felt pretty bad..." Her voice lowered but stayed loud enough for Jack's little friend to hear, "And horny..." She licked her lips after that, not knowing why but oozing sexuality not only to Jack who had been her original target but the cute little thing looking absolutely stunned by her appearance.
Miranda was apparently smart enough not to hold on to Jack from behind for long, it was dumb enough already and she was aware of that strangely enough. So she moved to the side of the two girls, graceful as the lioness she was, hand running across Jack's shoulder with a lingering touch. "Know how jealous I was watching you with this adorable thing?" She whined, her face a bit flush. The intoxication wasn't terribly obvious but to someone like Jack who knew her personality and movements, how stiff and cold they could be, would definitely notice the change in everything about her. Then again it wasn't so much change as a bit behind the curtain of hubris, cynicism, and distrust forged over the years of her trying life. What stood before Jack and her prey for the night, both of which were most likely baffled for entirely different reasons, was a very odd Miranda who was grinning and apparently excited despite the initial jealousy that had brought her over.
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"Ugggghhnnn..." Jack let out a noise that was caught between a pathetic whine and a groan of pain. Her head was pounding, her entire body felt weak, and she was...naked? Guh, and she needed a shower, but first, more sleep. The whole reason she was even awake at whatever god awful hour it was right now was because she felt like she was freezing, a problem that she wanted to remedy right away so that she could go back to sleep. With a grunt and a huff, she rolled over and cracked open an eye to see that the warm body next to her had stolen all of the soft, civilian blankets. Waking up next to a stranger wasn't a new experience for her...but waking up next to someone in a very nice hotel suite was definitely a change.
Holy fuck...what happened...?The change in scenery startled her. Being black out drunk had been a fairly common occurance in her life, but usually she woke up in some back alley or in some girl's shitty apartment, something that was familiar to her. Now she was in a huge room with high ceilings, nice furniture, and shitty mass produced art on the walls. Too bad she was too hung over to enjoy the new surroundings. Usually the young biotic had the presence of mind to drink water and eat food towards the end of her nights of drinking to excess. Judging by the salty sweet taste in her mouth, the only thing she had been eating last night had been a lot of pussy. With that pleasant taste mixed with a more acrid one, she knew that the last thing she had been drinking had been straight alcohol.Hrrmph... coconut rum...Feeling the skin on her stomach tight and sticky reminded her that Miranda had gotten them all a few bottles of super girly alcohol to bring back to the hotel room. Jack vaguely remembered body shots happening, but hadn't remembered her being on the receiving end of them.
Trying to figure out what had happened last night was starting to hurt her head. Contemplating getting out of bed to get food and water also seemed equally painful and awful. So Jack went back to her original plan of getting blankets back from the body next to her. There was only one other person in the bed, and that made her remember that Traynor had said something about having to leave early in the morning.Poor kid...she's probably feeling like shit right now.Maybe it was weird to think of Samantha as a kid, the Specialist was the same age as Jack. Maybe it was just the girl's naive mindset that made the convict think of her as younger than she was.
With a few pulls and a soft growl as Miranda tried to hold onto the sheetsFuck, even in her sleep she's a pain in my fucking ass, Jack finally freed up enough of the silky blankets to cover her frigid body.
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Miranda an alcohol had a controlled relationship. As with most things in her life, the operative found the idea of giving up control in any sense horrifying, and usually kept alcohol consumption in check. It was a clear compulsion of the stick up her ass variety. Jack had caused her to make an exception, to move way too fucking far outside of her comfort zone and be someone she wasn't capable of being without a major influence like the young biotic. It was the largest body of proof that Jack changed her, and for once someone else had seen it. Not that she had the clearest memory of the previous night, most of it was a blur that moved too quickly to think about without giving herself a migraine, but she recalled enough. She recalled getting monstrously jealous, acting on that jealousy, getting fucked up on nasty and cheap alcohol, and spending the better part of the night with two women. That was all new. In fact it was a bit concerning to the control freak and she couldn't help but groan as she slid out of bed, the realization that another person had seen the human side of her daunting. That was going to warrant a conversation at some point, involving some form of 'keep your fucking mouth shut about last night'... And maybe some, 'let's do it again though'... Because if the secret was already out it couldn't get much worse, and it was pretty hot.
The Cerberus operative slipped off of the bed without making as much as a squeak, looking over at Jack and managing to let a smile slip past her mask. She wasn't sure it would ever make sense, but she was happy and that wasn't a feeling she had many memories of. After helping the younger woman take possession of all of the remaining covers she turned around and walked towards the bathroom. It wasn't until she was in front of a mirror that she got a good look at what a night of partying and sex could do. Her hair was a mess, her entire body sticky with alcohol and juices, and when she turned around there were a multitude of hand prints beaten into her perfect, pale ass cheeks. A low growl escaped her throat... She hadn't remembered the spanking... But it was enough for her to realize not only had Traynor seen her jealousy, she had seen her submit. Fuck, that was the most humiliating thing she could think of, being seen by someone else... Begging, whining, moaning for Jack to treat her that way.Ugh, fucking brilliantAs if a hangover hadn't been enough. It didn't change anything really, just how severe Miranda's chat with the other adorable young thing she had slept with would be. There was another thought... Why did she keep ending up in bed with younger women.
After a moment of contemplation and groaning with light regret, Miranda turned around and started some water, ready to shower until she felt clean again, and it wasn't going to be a short scrubbing. She stepped inside when steam finally rose up, ignoring the pain of the overly hot water and letting it wash down her body, removing the dried fluids. Her hands moved down her body, touching the marks no doubt placed by Jack. Only when she grew accustomed to the scalding water and her perfect, pale skin was thoroughly pink, did she turn the heat down, following the initial submersion by starting on her hair, taking it slow and trying to piece the blurry night together by the marks and soreness that plagued her entire body. Whatever had happened over the course of the night, one thing was for sure, she was a hell of a lot more sore than usual, and considering the things Jack did to her when they got together, it was a bit hard to believe.
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Laying in bed without another body in it while she was sick left Jack feeling even more miserable than she already felt. She had sensed Miranda getting up, and while the older biotic wasn't her most favorite person in the universe, Jack wanted company when she was hungover. During her time on the facility in Teltin, she had never gotten sick, never had a hang over. Gun shot wounds, bruises, cuts, and burns didn't bother...but a stomach ache or headache made her absolutely miserable and revert to a child-like state. So now, as a young adult, whenever she had any sort of illness, she needed a little coddling.
Whether Miranda would play into her neediness or not would be another story. Jack had a vague memory of what had happened last night, if worst came to worst she could always just blackmail Miranda into being a decent human being for ten minutes to snuggle the poor hungover biotic and maybe get her some food, water and a coffee. With nothing to lose, she crawled out of bed and moved towards the sound of running water.
"Move over, Cheerleader." The younger woman mumbled as she padded into the shower right behind Miranda. She closed her eyes and rested her forehead down onto the older woman's shoulder as they shared the spray of water.
2 years, 3 months, and 13 days later.
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Jack woke up from her dream in a pool of her own sweat. She was burning up, her body felt weak, her throat ached, and her head was pounding. She knew that she was sick but she felt like she was dying. Fucking kids... 2168 CE and teachers were still getting infected by their little snot nosed students. She wasn't sure she could be called a teacher anymore. With the Reaper attack on Earth, many of her older students were gone and had enlisted. Most of the younger biotics had been called back home to their parents, as if colonies were safer than Grissom Station...but she supposed that dying together as a family was better than dying all on your own. That left Grissom Academy with only 20 or so biotic students of varying age ranges, most of them from military families who could not claim their kids during this time of war. It was just as well, the kids were working on some pretty awesome tech to help with the war. And those who weren't smart enough to make tech were training with Jack, honing their abilities for the few more months it would take for them to turn 18 and be able to enlist.
If only those smart fuckers could give me a cure for strep throat... Hopefully the supplements she was on would make this thing get out of her system by the end of the day rather than the end of the week. She hated being laid up in bed, it made her mind wander, it made her think of people and things she didn't want to think about. Ever since she had finished up with Shepard's Suicide Squad, she had been busy with Alliance boot camp and school, had achieved the rank of Sergeant, and then had been allowed to teach at Grissom Academy for the past year. There hadn't been time to think about Cerberus, about Shepard, about the almost family she had had, about that one stupid bitch that she had fallen for...
"Eezo..." Jack croaked, eager to distract herself with something. She could hear her pet varren perk up from his bed and then sprint over towards hers. He halted right before the edge, whining and pawing at the bed. "Come." With that command, Eezo jumped up onto the bed, immediately going towards Jack's face to nuzzle and lick all of the dried sweat off of her. "Ugh! Come on. You fucker. I'm sick." Eezo whined, but seemed to understand and just moved to plop down next to Jack, the varren practically purring as his mistress pet him. "Good boy..." Jack felt a little more at ease with the great big varren snuggling her. With the last bit of her strength, she grabbed her omnitool and sent a message to Kahlee to tell her that she was sick and wouldn't be around to train the kids today. That little task used up most of her energy, and by the time Jack had put her omnitool back, she was ready to go back to sleep.
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Several years had passed but Miranda still found herself thinking back to happier times, not just before the Reapers gained an upper hand, but when she had something to hold on to. Her and Jack hadn't been traditional, but she still remembered the young girl fondly... Those moments of reminiscing were the few that made the biotic smile. The first moment Jack had been vulnerable, leaned up against her, to the bit of time after where their sexual relationship morphed into something resembling romance. They had spent time together without bickering, though that was rare even as they grew closer, the friction bringing with it a rather comforting familiarity, replacing the hatred and sexual tension that had started it all. Miranda wouldn't have had it any other way, arguing and fucking rough and hard was such a fun way to settle problems.
The biotic missed those moments, the people she was with and the way her and Jack began to 'compromise' on their issues. Lately the only sexual gratification she was getting was self-inflicted, and the last time she was shoved against a wall or over a table was in the middle of combat where death was the next step, not a powerful, pleasurable thrust. Things had certainly changed, but why shouldn't it? She had left, left Jack to keep her safe while she took care of the final loose ends. Now she was alone, but she was making progress, moving forward in her pursuit for... Justice? Revenge? She wasn't sure how to label it but one thing was for certain, when the time finally came to put an end to it, she would know what to do, instinct would kick in. Those thoughts didn't help much, she was no longer happy, but there was a thread of hope that this little mission would let her be happy, truly happy... Maybe she would even go find Jack when she was done. Jack... That was going to be one horrible reunion, the young biotic was going to kick her ass.
Several weeks had passed since her last data packet transmission. Unfortunately people were looking for Miranda, not new but certainly inconvenient without the resources of someone like Shepard or an organization like Cerberus. It meant she took a day ever week or so to find a secure connection and download intel, messages, and make any communications. She could break that rule but it meant moving on quickly after or else finding mercenaries hot on her trail. The moment she collected the data and started pouring through it she was alarmed, it was a message from Shepard, and it was recent.Miranda, Jack is in trouble. Grissom Station is under threat and I don't think I'll be able to make it. If you can, go.Miranda wasn't sure when but at some point, despite the short message, she had stopped breathing. Her heart strained and her throat tightened. Miranda knew how fearsome these attacks were, she had been caught in a few herself, and she knew what sort of situation Jack was in. This was not the Grissom Station people knew, there weren't hundreds of combatants prepared to make a stand... It was Jack and a handful of fucking kids. Kids... Jack could probably save herself, but she couldn't do it when she had kids to worry about. "Jack..."
Miranda had been keeping tabs on the younger biotic for some time, from the moment she stepped into the shoes of teacher. She had made excuses to herself at first but somewhere along the way, in the years since they had seen one another, Miranda had accepted something. The older biotic had accepted that she was in love with the young sociopath... That the crazy bitch she had constantly talked down to had made her an idiot... It was horrifying. On a normal day Miranda was against relationships. The only one she had truly put effort into involved her sister, and even then she kept distance and it was more protector and protected than sisters. So falling in love, with Jack, with the most difficult woman she had ever met in her life, it was insane. Yet it was true, and the mere thought of Jack being hurt was the first thing that had captured her attention more than her mission. Keeping tabs on the young woman, knowing she was okay and happy with her position as a teacher, that had been enough to stop Miranda... The moment that changed so did her goal. She would still finish things, but Jack came first... With her previous realization she also understood, her life needed to be worth going back to when things were over, and as ridiculous as it was, the tattooed biotic was part of that delusional happy ending she had been considering. She had to go help Jack... And she didn't have a great premonition about how happy Jack would be to see her, even if it meant not dying.
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The next day, Jack was feeling well enough to get out of bed. She was still feeling a little weak, but it was nothing that a long shower and a large breakfast couldn't fix. By the time she was dressed, Eezo was already circling the door with his tail wagging and his spikes up in excitement. It had taken -a lot- of training but Jack had finally gotten the biotic reptile to be able to behave around the students...though he still tried to maul guest speakers or Alliance brass who were inspecting the station....and sometimes he'd fire little warp blasts at the boys when they teased him with food. But other than that he was a very good varren. "Calm down buddy, calm down." Jack smiled and leaned down to pet the excited reptile. "Sick of being cooped up in here huh? Well don't worry. I'm sure the kids missed you. Try not to eat anyone though, okay?" With that, Jack palmed the door open. As soon as they got into the hallway, Eezo tried to sprint away, but a low whistle from Jack had him running back to her side where he fell into step beside the young biotic.
As soon as Jack and Eezo got down to the sparring room where her students were already gathering, alarms started to go off. It wasn't the high pitched wail of a fire alarm, instead it was the incessant beeping of an intruder alert.Attention students. Implement lock down procedures. This is not a drill. Implement lock downthe intercom cut out. Kahlees voice was now replaced with a soothing males,Attention all students. Cerberus troops have taken control of the station. We have no desire to hurt you. Surrender and you will not be harmed...
Youve gotta be fricken kidding me. Jack hissed and quickly answered her omnitool as it began to vibrate.
Cerberus has taken control of our docking bays. They have a dozen fighters on blockade duty. Kahlees voice came pouring out of her omnitool. The school's director was doing a good job about not sounding too frightened, but Jack could tell that their leader was worried. I have sent out a distress signal. Alliance ships should be mounting a rescue effort soon. All staff, be advised that Cerberus is using lethal force and you are authorized to respond in kind. Protect the students at all costs. Octavia, Johnathan, and David are heading towards the Security Office, I want all staff to rendezvous with them there to arm up.
Jack frowned. David was a fucking mess from his brothers and Cerberus fucked up experiments. Octavia and Johnathan were both older students who were research assistants and barrier specialists. The three of them were near-useless in a fight, all they could do was form a barrier and hope the the enemy got tired of attacking and passed out from exhaustion. So not only were those assholes useless, but so were Jack's students. These kids weren't ready for a fight! They could barely manage forming a singularity field without getting caught in it. Maybe they could hide...but that would only buy a little bit of time, plus Jack didn't want to split herself up from the kids. She knew that she could probably get the hell off this station by herself, but her students wouldn't stand a chance with out her.Fucking hell, we're screwed.From all of her time spent with the Commander, she knew just how long Alliance ships could take to get their asses anywhere...the only option was to take back the academy.
Alright Kahlee, keep yourself safe, well figure out a way out. Jack switched off her omnitool and began to contemplate their options. The blockade definitely fucked up most plans for escape, they couldn't just get to the escape pods and jettison them without the risk of getting captured or blown up. If they wiped out all of the ground forces, then the air support would probably just annihilate the station... They would have to move and move now. Okay. Here's the plan: were going to bust our way to the hangar bay. Once were there, you four are going to take the fighters and provide an escort." Jack pointed to four of her students. "Jensen, Mika, Merizan, and Anders. You guys scored the highest on your piloting exams. Froberg will pilot the shuttle. I'm going to take another shuttle and be the decoy, I'll try to draw their fire away so that you guys can escape."
But Ma'am, you'll be killed! Maybe we should listen to them-
You want to go to them peacefully?! Jack bristled, getting right up to her students face. She ripped the collar of her jacket to the side and pointed at her own next where a nasty electrical burn had been covered with a tattoo. See that? Electrical burn from a shock collar. Every time I didnt want to participate in their little experiments, I got electrocuted. If you think things'll be better if you go quietly with them, you're dead wrong. The thought of torture seemed to unnerve some of her other students and Jack grabbed onto that fear, trying to turn it around. "I know you guys have never been in combat before. I know that none of you have killed anyone before. But I want you guys to understand, Cerberus will torture you, they don't give a damn if you're kids or not. if you don't do the things they want, they'll torture you. If you don't perform the way they want, they'll kill you. You guys need to fight with everything you got or none of us are going to get out of here alive. We are a team, and none of us are going to surrender, none of us are going to be left behind." As far as pep talks went, it was shit, but some of her students seemed to buy into it. If nothing else, they drew confidence from having The Psychotic Biotic on their side. "Now let's move! Ive got the front. Sergeant Froberg will watch our rear. I don't want any heroes out there."
Hey, where are the Bellarmine twins? Prangley piped up.
Fuck, fuck fuck fuck. Where is Seanne and Seth?! Jack did a head count and sure enough, she was missing two kids. Alright, no one gets left behind. Jack couldnt bring herself to sacrifice two of her students, especially because Seanne and Seth were both two of her more talented ones, they'd be instrumental in getting the whole group out of here. She pulled up her Omnitool and activated the student tracking mode. Then she locked on to Seanna and Seths signals. Alright, theyre not too far from us. All we have to do is cut through Orion Hall and then we can meet up with them.Hopefully Cerberus doesnt find them first.
Cutting through Orion Hall was a lot harder than Jack had anticipated. Cerberus troops were already swarming the base. They were moving fast, too damn fast. It was like they knew where Jack and the kids were heading...Son of a bitch! They must have hacked into the system. They've gotta be tracking the kids' omnitoolsUgh, how could she be so stupid?! If she could tell where the kids were, how could she not know that Cerberus would figure out how to do the same thing?
Hostiles ahead! cried one of the Cerberus engineers who was already setting up a turret.
Watch your headshots! Try to take them alive! Kill the teachers! the Cerberus Captain shouted.
"Get behind me!" Jack shouted as she threw up a barrier, one that was large enough to shield her stunned students. "Focus, assholes!" Jack barked, "Barriers up! I can't hold your hands all forever. It's sink or swim time- EEZO!" Jack panicked for a moment as the varren surged forward with a biotically charged slam, knocking over the Cerberus Captain. Seeing the station pet in the middle of enemy forces helped to snap her students out of their shell-shocked daze. For whatever reason, protecting their favorite varren from Cerberus fire came easier to them than saving their own asses.
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Miranda hadn't given herself much time, disconnecting after sending Shepard a confirmation and then bolting towards a ship, not her ship, just a random ship, a fast one. Nothing was going to stop the stubborn biotic once she set her mind to something, especially not when it was Jack on the line. With the younger woman in trouble she disregarded her usual caution and took off, leaving the station and jumping directly where she needed to go. There was none of the operative's usual planning, she didn't attempt to be sneaky, and more than anything else she didn't wait for the perfect time. Miranda did the only thing that made sense to her love addled brain, she sent across her old Cerberus code, buying herself just enough time to slip past the ships circling the station before they realized who she was, and that letting her pass had been a mistake. It was a mistake they tried to rectify with bombardments from the ships cannons, but aside from a bit of damage it was too late... They had stopped the ship from being her escape vessel but there hadn't been time to destroy her, to stop the ex-asset from making it inside. They now had another concern, and while a few officers may have been smiling at the idea of being the one to capture Miranda, or simply kill her, most of them were keenly aware of just what kind of enemy the biotic made.
The station was complete chaos. It seemed the few people left were putting up a fight, but with the heavy Cerberus presence Miranda doubted they would last long, after all, the true powerhouses had long since left for the front lines, only a select few were still around. It made Miranda nervous, that something could happen to Jack before she arrived, but even that couldn't stop her. The operative was more impressive than ever, the bit of panic and anger she was feeling fueled her biotics, and each shot from her hand cannon left a Cerberus corpse in her wake. Even those with powerful shields soon found the shielding down and their visor pierced by a bullet. Still, each soldier down had another to take its place, and while Miranda was worried about Jack it didn't escape her that perhaps the rescue she had been planning wouldn't go so smoothly. Jack was a stronger biotic than her after all, and she had proven herself to be capable as a tactician, enough to be a pain in someone's ass. Whether she would be enough to dig the young biotic and her students out of the hole, they would just have to see.
"We've found them, setting up a turret and bringing in more units to flank." The radio on one of the dead Cerberus operatives caught Miranda's attention and she didn't waste any time hijacking the signal and listening to it through her own earpiece. Jack was in trouble, but she knew how to even the odds a bit. The woman dashed off, avoiding anyone she could and eliminating the rest, moving deeper into the facility and using Cerberus communications to make things easier. It didn't take long for her to work up somewhat of a plan. Unfortunately Miranda's plans always assumed whoever was involved would obey without question, Jack was not that person and she wasn't dumb enough to think she could show up and start barking orders. She would be lucky not to get punched out and left. That wasn't important though, not before she saved her at least, and saving her was already proving to be difficult.
The first step, eliminate the flanking unit. That was the easy part and yet it wasn't going according to her plan. Miranda had expected a handful of troops, not a dozen, and after taking out half of them they were hunkered down behind cover, making her life miserable and pissing her off. The longer it took to reach Jack the higher a chance something would happen. Finally she had seen enough. Biotic energy swirled around her tight form, power surging as she moved from her position. With a single wave of her hand a wall of blue energy swept across the room, lifting the startled soldiers in the air, spelling their death. It took moments before Miranda's hand lifted her submachine gun, several precise bursts pouring in to each vulnerable soldier. Then it was over, the energy disappeared, Miranda returned to her normal state, and focused eyes peered down the hall, her ears picking up sounds of combat. "Jack..." She mumbled, wasting no time before running towards the chaotic symphony of battle.
"Teach! We can't hold it!" Several students were struggling to keep up their biotic barrier, separated just enough from Jack to need to use their own energy to survive, a rookie mistake a clear evidence they knew nothing about teamwork and firefights. Just as one of them lost control, focus and strength waning, the entire barrier expanded, more than doubling in size and becoming a more brilliant blue, radiating with power beyond what the students could hope to achieve, even together. Then, almost instantly after, a blast flew out, hitting the gunner operating the turret and seeming to drain the life from him, lifting the man up in the air, causing him to scream in pain, and then dropping him back to the floor, motionless. When the sounds of the turret died down and everything settled the students looked back, looking at the stranger who suddenly saved them, a gorgeous woman in tight leather, a cold look plastered on her face and unwavering eyes staring directly at Jack.
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Motherfucking 'Your shotgun needs to be locked up in the Security Office, Jack', 'We can't have weapons in places where students can get ahold of them, Jack' Yeah?! Couldn't have the guns stored in convenient places?! LOOK HOW WELL THIS SHIT WAS TURNING OUTNOW! Wohoo! Safety!! GLAD I DON'T HAVE A FUCKING GUN, KAHLEE!! THANKS BOSS!Jack was fuming as she threw Warp after Warp from afar rather than getting in the enemies' faces with a Biotic Charge and her shotgun. This wasn't the kind of fighting she was used to: Jack was all about bursts of power, knocking an opponent on their ass and putting an enemy down with one bullet from her trusty shotgun...not whittling down opponents from cover.
At least Eezo was roaring through the Ceberus ranks, causing some of the troops to scatter and panic as they were mauled by a mutated biotic varren. The station pet was keeping Cerberus engineers from setting up turrets and making this fight impossible, but still, there were so many troops that needed to be dealt with. The students were useless, unable to multitask: they could either form a barrier or fire offensive biotics, not both. "Do not break formation! Trust your barriers!" Jack barked at the kids as she dropped her own barrier so that she could fire blasts of biotic energy faster.We need this to be over soon. The kids don't have the stamina for this kind of fight...Warps and Shockwaves, Jack held nothing back, even when her head pounded, her heart rate became fast and thready, her eyes threatened to unfocus and blackout...she kept going.
"Hold that barrier! Do not back down! That is an order!" Jack barked as a few of her students cried out. Eezo was down, an Engineer had set up a turret, and now her kids were struggling to keep the bullets from breaking their barrier. Jack felt the gap in the barrier before she could figure out what kid had broken formation or had tired out.This is it...Jack knew that she would have to charge forward, even without her shotgun, she would have to draw fire, give the kids a chance run...
But her moment of sacrifice never came, instead, Jack felt the barrier grow from behind her, saw the biotic shield grow a brighter blue and come forward in a powerful blast that knocked over the Engineer and ripped him to bits. With all the enemies down, Jack turned immediately to see what one of her kids had dug deep.Holy shit..."Miranda?" The young biotic gawked at the other woman. Of all the people she had expected to come to the aid of the station, the head Cerberus Cheerleader had not been it.
CLUNK. CLUNK. CLUNK.
The sound of metal thudding against the now vibrating floor ripped Jack from her shock. She whipped her head around, just in time to see a Cerberus Atlas coming their way with its guns trained directly on one of her older students. "Prangley!" Jack shouted, then sprinted forward, sliding on the floor and then popped up right infront of the stunned boy. She put up a barrier, one strong enough to to absorb the massive shot from the main gun.
"Everyone get back! This thing's outta your league." Jack positioned herself between her students and the giant mech.
"Take the high ground!" Rodriguez, who was the weakest biotic but the strongest strategist and biotic theorist, lead her fellow students up to the balcony. Jack was right, the giant mech was waaayyy out of their league. But they weren't going to just run without their beloved teacher. They would take up positions on the balcony, somewhere safe to launch supporting attacks from.
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Playing the hero was a rush, it really made a person's spirits soar, but it was only a momentary high. Miranda had disregarded every cautious bone and reasonable thought to rush across space, sneak past a blockade and trap herself on a planet, and risk her own life to save Jack and a bunch of students. The ex-Cerberus operative wasn't as cold as the expressions and vocal indifference made her out to be, but she didn't often come across as heroic either. Heroism was usually the same as stupidity, Miranda had done her fair share of stupid things already... And yet there she was, appearing right in time and playing the hero. She was even enjoying the rush as her own biotic prowess saved the day. Fortunately she didn't let that momentary indulgence appear on her features, because the moment Jack turned to look at her it all crumbled. Miranda could be normal deep down, and so even she felt some shame getting a rush and feeling all heroic and spirited when she was showing up only after running away.
Of course Miranda hated to think of it as running away, but a few people had decided to point it out to her after it happened. So, she felt more guilty and ridiculous than she did excited and heroic. Miranda was still Miranda though, her face showing a rather cool and collected indifference to Jack's gawking, a calm expression hiding every emotion like normal. Jack had always seemed to hate that... And during their time together had constantly forced her to express herself, and look girly and stupid.Ugh, I didn't think any of this through...She didn't actually think that, she knew she didn't, but Miranda wouldn't be herself if she didn't deny and repress despite having crumbled multiple times before. Miranda was calculative and intelligent though, so when Jack panicked to save a student, and Miranda noticed how much she cared for them, she knew exerting herself a bit more could make things easier.
The operative took a long, deep breath, focusing her mind and the biotic energy inside of her before thrusting both of her hands forward, blocking the next shot from the Atlas with an shield large enough to cover the students retreat entirely. After the students made it to relative safety things instantly became easier. Jack and Miranda were veterans, both with extensive combat experience, and more than enough working side by side. From the moment it became them against the Atlas the end result was clear. Not that it wasn't a tough fight, especially with Cerberus soldiers constantly coming to make things difficult, but with some combined effort they managed to destroy the soldiers and mech. Only, Miranda wasn't convinced that was a good thing, not for her anyways. The dangerous situation had been the only buffer between her and the younger biotic... Who was really looking sexy, and angry. The anger may have been contributing to the sexy. The older biotic gave a small sigh as the students returned from the upper ground with high spirits, leaving Miranda to stare at Jack and try to figure out what the fuck she was supposed to say. 'How are you?' seemed like it would get her thrashed, she had kind of just disappeared, and she knew that kind of thing would hurt Jack more than others.
In the end she couldn't bring herself to act all sappy and ridiculous in front of a bunch of strangers, especially young people who were already looking at her with curiosity and hesitance. Besides, she wasn't sure acting warm and fuzzy would be better than acting like her old detached self, it may even make it worse. So she stood there, body straight and arms crossed and spoke with a normal expression on her face, one that didn't match what they had just finished doing at all. "I heard you were in trouble so I came to help... Still a long way to get everyone out of this." She hesitated and then stopped, giving her piece. In fact, the part about there still being a long way to go, it was more a reminder than anything. Not that she really expected Jack to care, she was already mentally prepared to throw up a shield and 'talk it out' right then and there, Jack style.Hmph, me deserving it doesn't mean I won't fight back.
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Even though six months had passed, Jack and Miranda fell into the rhythm of battle as though it had been just yesterday that they had been storming through the Collector base. After all the drills and missions they had been through together, the two knew how to play off of each other perfectly. Jack was getting right in the big Atlas' cockpit, distracting the pilot so that Miranda could line up shots with the weak spots of the mech. Her hands were bleeding from trying to punch through the glass, but eventually, Jack's biotically charged attacks made a crack. "Cheerleader! The pilot!" Jack backed off the Atlas so that Miranda could unload her pistol into the weakened glass, bullets penetrating the pane and making contact with the pilot inside. Then it was just a simple matter of wiping up the last few straggler soldiers and they were set to relax...if only for a moment.
"Kahlee said she was putting out an S.O.S. I had no idea the head Cerberus Cheerleader would show up." Jack smirked at Miranda's pathetic attempt at conversation, then moved back to her kids, getting them settled. "Alright. Amp check!" The young biotic shouted, then headed over to one of the older boys who she had had to save earlier. "Prangley! Those fields were weak. Cerberus isn't gonna lie down outta pity like that girl you took to prom." Jack looked over to her other students, relieved that no one really had wounds. A couple of students were nursing some small shrapnel cuts with medigel, but nothing big. "Grab juice and an energy bar, we move in five."Should just keep moving...but these kids need to regroup. It's their first real fight after all...Once her students were settled, Jack leapt over the balcony, her whole body glowing blue for a moment as she cushioned her fall with her biotics. Six steps more and she was within arm's reach of Miranda.
Jack wound up and unleashed a powerful left hook to the older biotic's jaw. It could have been worse, the blow could have been biotically charged (and Miranda did deserve such a thing) but as much as it pained her to admit, Jack was relieved to see that the Operative was still alive. "That was for leaving, dumbass." The young biotic growled, relieved or not, she was still pissed. Miranda had just disappeared on her, no goodbyes, no notes, no nothing! Jack was used to people fucking her over...but she had stupidly let herself believe that Miranda was different.
Still... she'd missed the other woman. Her relationship with the Operative had been the closest thing to love she'd ever experienced... And Miranda had come out here to save her and her kids...that had to mean something, right?
Once Miranda recovered from the blow, the impulsive biotic grabbed the other woman by the collar of her jacket, for a moment it seemed like she was going to continue the fight with how rough she was being... But rather than wrestle Miranda to the floor, Jack captured her those fucking perfect, genetically engineered lips in a deep, passionate kiss. As soon as their mouths collided, the younger woman felt that familiar fire spreading through her chest and stomach...she had missed this, missed how her body felt pressed against Miranda's, how their lips and tongue felt locked in a feverish kiss...
"Wohoooo!"
"Go Ma'am!"
Cheering from up in the balcony made Jack come back to her senses. She slowly untangled herself from Miranda, muttering a "That was for coming back," as she put some distance between them. Now was not the time to pounce ontop of Miranda...they had to get off this damn station.
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Combat wasn't the only thing that started right where it left off, the banter seemed to pick up right where they left off as well, at least the bit where Jack called her a Cerberus Cheerleader constantly. Miranda looked over at Jack with the slightest bit of irritation in her eyes, "I haven't been with Cerberus for a long time Jack." Boring, not funny, can't take a joke. Yep, she was the same old Miranda. The truth was, she wasn't, a lot about Miranda had changed, but she found herself stiff around Jack, nervous even. There was nothing like being ignored to break tension though, because Miranda was left to stand there and watch as Jack checked on the students without giving her much more than a sentence and a glance.
Miranda didn't know whether to be relieved or scared that Jack wasn't already chewing her out, or throwing a punch, but Miranda caught on quickly. Jack cared a lot about the kids, it was obvious, and Miranda actually found herself with a slight warm smile. She truly did care for Jack, it was nice to see the younger biotic have people she cared about. Jack the teacher, never would she imagine, but seeing it made Miranda happy for the girl, enough so that she didn't even point out how bad of an idea it was to sit around and regroup. She should have, after all, it gave Cerberus time to dig in around them, but Jack was aware and still gave them the time, and Miranda understood, they needed it. Besides, Miranda was feeling rather spirited, as if together her and Jack could bring down everything around them... As long as Jack didn't take her down first.
Despite growing concerns Miranda didn't move, and when the punch actually came out, it was inevitable that it would, she didn't block it. The main reason was lack of biotic energy, but there was also the deserving it part keeping her from resisting. She really did deserve it, or deserve something. Miranda could take a punch, and aside from a sore jaw she was left standing there looking at Jack. Oddly enough she had the faintest trace of a grin on her lips as she looked at the young woman, Jack had become a lot cuter! Her growl and the hair and the jacket. It was all really sexy, but it was also kind of adorable. The operative chalked it up to Jack being around people and becoming social and not being so emotionally locked on anger.
Though, on the other hand, maybe she wasn't trying to be cute and was about to beat her senseless. Miranda didn't try to escape from Jack's grasp, she was going to take whatever Jack dished out, this once, because she knew what she had done was horrible. Yet, the beating she was expecting never came, instead she felt Jack's lips pressed against her. Everything clicked, they fit together just as well as they had before Miranda ran off, and the operative quickly fell into old habits, her hands lazily wrapping around Jack's hips, feverishly kissing the younger woman.
When cheering and Jack's nerves ended the kiss Miranda felt like pouting, but didn't. A lot of her emotions, especially the cute, willful ones, had only been seen by Jack. The part about Miranda liking to appear distant and professional around others hadn't changed. Still, she allowed herself a moment of something, following behind Jack and leaning in front behind to capture the girl's ear in between her teeth, giving it a slight bite. "You've become so much more adorable Jack~" She cooed, chuckling a bit before walking ahead of Jack, whispering so only the biotic could hear as she did. "Since I got a kiss for showing up, I expect something really good when I get all of you out of here."
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Jack growled and bristled at the word 'adorable'. She wasn't adorable! Not even a little bit! Yeah, maybe she was getting -soft-; joining the military, becoming a teacher, actually -caring- about these teenage shitheads she was in charge of...yeah...she was getting soft. But she wasn't fucking adorable! Part of her wanted to sock Miranda again, show the older biotic just how 'adorable' she was...but then the older woman walked infront of her and Jack's eyes drifted down to that perfect ass. Suddenly she couldn't remember why she had been mad anymore.
"Don't think you're off the hook yet, Cheerleader." Jack smirked. As much as she could use a good lay, her and Miranda had a shit ton of issues to work out; issues that couldn't be worked out with sex or a hardcore BDSM session. Disappearing without a trace was a pretty big offense. Hell, Jack wasn't even sure if she should entertain the idea of them getting back together...but she couldn't deny that there was still something there. Something small and fragile and shitty inside of her still felt a draw to the older biotic...something that was more than just physical attraction.
Figuring out the confusing cluster fuck that was their relationship would have to wait. Kahlee was on the comm, informing them that she had a plan to get them off the station so long as Jack could get her and the kids to the main network terminal to manually override Cerberus' lock-down of the station. "Alright, I didn't bust my ass training you guys so you could die now. Keep low. Pick your targets. We have to manually override the station lock-down and then we will rendezvous with Lieutenant Sanders to get the hell outta here. Now let's go kick some Cerberus ass!"
"Yes Ma'am!"
Jack grinned. Even though Cerberus was ruining her life yet again with their bullshit, she couldn't deny that she was proud of her students.
After overriding the lock-down and meeting up with Kahlee (and finding a few straggler students along the way), Jack's makeshift squad managed to steal a Cerberus shuttle. They snuck past Cerberus' cruiser that was blockading the station and by the time those assholes figured out what was happening, they had hit the Relay and made the jump to Citadel space.
"Thank you, Miss Lawson. We'd have never gotten off that station if you hadn't come." Kahlee was the first to thank Miranda as soon as they were safely out of Cerberus' grasp.
"Pfft. Forget that. We kicked some ass. Next place we dock you're all getting inked, my treat." Jack grinned as Kahlee grimaced and cleared her throat. The young biotic was serious about the offer though! Her kids earned a little rite of passage after the shit they had just gone through. "What do you guys want? Ascension Project logo? Glowing fist? Maybe a unicorn for Rodriguez?"
"Screw you, Ma'am!"
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Miranda knew she wasn't off the hook, she didn't deserve to be, but Jack's reaction said enough. After the light retribution the operative was feeling energetic, her uncharacteristic public teasing of Jack proof of that, though she did say it so only the two of them could really hear it. She was happy and not a different person. Miranda knew how to control herself well, refocusing after her moment with the younger woman and turning her attention back to the situation at hand. If it were just Jack the plan would be simple, adding in a bunch of kids that hadn't seen real combat made it more difficult. Miranda knew Jack wouldn't leave them behind or risk their lives, and even Miranda would have a hard time doing something so cruel now, her time as a member of Shepard's crew had changed her. Jack changed her as well.
Miranda sighed to herself, she had become soft. The funniest part was she didn't mind it, life meant more to the current her, she had connections. Watching Jack with her kids actually made the older biotic happy. There was a little regret that she missed seeing Jack come out of her shell, but that was just human selfishness. "Jack, let me take point, you keep the kids safe." She spoke softly after Jack's short inspirational bit, reminding the biotic that she wasn't alone now and could rely on someone else to take care of the enemies while she took care of her kids. Miranda wasn't sure if Jack would, the younger biotic had always been a hothead, but the operative offered, partially for good will but mainly because fighting Cerberus goons sounded easier than keeping the untrained children safe, and she sensed Jack wouldn't feel comfortable unless she could watch and make sure her students were safe.
The escape was actually easier than the infiltration. There were a lot of students to look after but after the Atlas there hadn't been any other troublesome situations, aside from a few minor wounds from the inexperienced biotics. Fortunately injuries were the largest concern, and after picking up stragglers along the way and 'borrowing' a Cerberus cruiser, they all managed to make it off of the blockaded station. By that point Miranda had managed to isolate herself a bit, thinking over everything by herself as she stared out into space.
A voice behind her caused the operative to turn around, sporting her usual silent, confident expression. Jack had changed but Miranda wasn't the same person either, especially after seeing Jack again. She felt like she needed to make an effort, even if it was only a small one. "It was no problem." She didn't smile or come across as warm, but there was a lot less cold, robotic bitch as there had been when Jack and Miranda had first met. Jack's enthusiasm soon covered for Miranda's lack of warmth, even making Miranda feel more light-hearted as she mentioned tattoos. She leaned against the wall of the ship and smiled ever so slightly as she watched Jack, how spirited the girl seemed to be, and how much her students adored her. She didn't regret saving Jack, but she couldn't help but wonder if it had been a mistake to come back. Jack seemed so happy, more so than before. No, she knew it from the kiss, Jack still had feelings for her, and Miranda wanted to be selfish, even if their relationship wasn't the most functional.
"Am I included as well? Should I get myself a tattoo?" She asked Jack, instantly catching everyone's attention as she grinned over at her young lover. She wasn't really serious, Miranda had never fancied herself as the type to get a tattoo, but maybe she should? Her question was one of those jokes that wasn't really a joke and she found herself seriously considering the idea. Maybe something for Jack, because she doubted many people would see it, if any, aside from Jack... At least she hoped the younger biotic would, who knew what the girl was thinking about them.