RATED M for a very good reason. Language, smut.
Okay this is my first fanfic, so take it easy on me please. I apologize beforehand for any spelling mistakes, as I don't have a Beta.
WARNING! If you are not an adult or are offended in any way by lesbian sex, get the hell out of here!
This is a love story about Jack and Miranda. Did my best to try and capture Jacks character, so expect an abuse of the English language.
Other than that, enjoy, review and please feel free to offer any criticism or advice. Thank you.
She hated everything about that Cerberus cheerleader. Her loyalty to the people who had mistreated and beaten her as a child, to the way she was always hitting on Shepard, even her supposed perfect genes. In fact, Jack couldn't think of anything worse than Miranda Lawson. So why did she feel a shiver run up her spine, every time she saw her? Why did she have to be so bloody sexy? Jack hesitated after realizing what she had just thought. "Oh for fucks sake… This is NOT happening."
Jack swung her legs off of her cot and started pacing her room, with a swirl of emotions running through her head. Hate… Anger… Desire…
Miranda shut off her terminal after a rather unsuccessful conversation with the Illusive Man. He had insisted that the derelict Reaper ship had been worth the risk, a sentiment the Operative could not bring herself to agree with. It had put her friends in danger. Friends…? A few months ago the idea of Miranda Lawson, the Ice Queen having anything resembling friendship was utterly absurd. Now she was positive that her crew was the most important thing in her life, except for Ori of course. They watched each other's backs when the bullets started flying. When one of them had a problem that needed to be dealt with, the issue was always resolved through teamwork.
Miranda's thoughts drifted to one of her teammates, a certain escaped Convict with a shaved head and a penchant for tattoos. She had done everything in her power to gain Jack's attention. She had flirted shamelessly with her Commander in order to make the idiot jealous of her. She had been cold and unkind to seem mysterious and alluring at the same time. Miranda had even put on that awful black rubber suit, so that the Convict could see her gorgeous body. But even the skin tight outfit hadn't made an impression. Jack refused to even look at her.
Miranda squirmed in her chair. After thinking about the tattooed girl she could already feel the wetness between her thighs. She huffed and finally admitted to herself, that she would probably never be able to get the woman into bed with her, however that was not going to stop her from fucking herself silly with thoughts of wild sex with the biotic. Miranda hadn't been with anyone in a while, nor had she taken care of herself, there had simply been no time. However she had never been more ready than she was at that moment.
She let one hand slide down past her petite waist towards her crotch and with the other she fondled and squeezed one of her breasts through the shiny material. She moaned in pleasure and reclined her chair. In her haste to get off however, she forgot to lock the door to her room…
Jack had had enough. She couldn't take it anymore; her mind was in agony after a good hour spent trying to sort out her feelings for the perfect Ms. Lawson. She decided that she still hated her, but there was more than that. The foremost of those emotions was lust.
"The bitch isn't a dyke. Just because she waves her cute ass in front of Shepard, doesn't make her a rug-muncher."
She didn't add the bit about her not standing a chance out loud. She looked into the mirror next to her makeshift bed.
"My tits are so fucking small, compared to the funbags the bitch has." Jack muttered under her breath.
The Convict concluded that she needed to at least find out if the cheerleader-bitch was gay. But if she was going to be making a social call it wouldn't be when she was sober. She reached under her bed for the vodka bottle. For a moment she considered using a glass, but noticed that her hands were shaking violently and decided against it.
"I can't believe I'm this fucking nervous… Goddammit."
Jack whispered under her breath and proceeded to take huge gulps straight out of the bottle.
She waited a minute for the booze to kick in before walking up the stairs towards the elevator, bottle in hand. Only after she had entered and tried to push the button did she realize that she might have overdone it a bit, "Fuck. Stop being such a pussy Jack." She mumbled to herself and was finally able to hit the right floor number.
Subject Zero stumbled out of the elevator and laughed to herself when she realized she didn't know where the hell Miranda lived. She only left the confines of her room to go on missions and get more alcohol, when she ran out.
Shepard had had a busy day and was about ready to go to the captain's quarters and show Liara just how much she missed her. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Jack shuffling around with a deranged look in her eye. Shepard considered the possibility that the Convict had finally snapped and gone mental, until the odor of liquor hit her like a sledgehammer. Ignoring the stench she walked up to the girl.
"You alright there Jack," Shepard inquired.
"Need to find… Hgh… Miranda," Came the slurred response.
Shepard smiled to herself and pointed the drunken girl into the right direction. She didn't need to get into it with those two again, she'd much rather get laid by a certain asari information broker.
Miranda had lost her cat suit a while ago and was now spread out naked on her bead. She had her eyes closed and was busy working a finger into her incredibly tight, wet cunt. She had always been very choosy with her partners and hadn't had any men, the result being a rather snug fit, so to speak. She hadn't been this turned on in a while and her other hand was clenching the sheet, so hard her knuckles had turned white. The smell of sweat and her sex permeated the air and in that moment she was glad her room was sound proofed, otherwise the whole ship would have heard her moaning. The bed beneath the Operative was soaked and her body glistened in the faint light of the room. Her hand moved from the sheet to one of her hard nipples, which she proceeded to pinch and roll between her fingers. The attention to her breast had its desired effect, because if possible the perfect woman became even more aroused.
Little did Miranda know, but she had a very appreciative audience. Jack had opened the door silently and had expected anything but the glorious sight before her. The woman she had been lusting after was pleasuring herself in front of her eyes.
The Cerberus agent could feel her orgasm approaching and arched her back at an incredible angle. Just as she was about to come she cried out: "OH FUCK JACK, KEEP FUCKING ME! JUST LIKE THAT, MAKE ME YOUR BITCH!" That did it for the girl as she climaxed on her finger. Her velvety walls squeezed together and she let out a scream. Her cry was so loud, that she didn't hear the bottle of vodka hit her floor, or the sound of a rather embarrassed and flustered biotic flee through the door.
Jack's heart was beating loudly as she returned to her room. Never had she thought that Miranda wanted her just the same way as she did. The sight Jack had just witnessed had turned her on more than any woman she had ever been with. The alcohol took care of her before she could do anything about her arousal and Jack passed out.
Miranda awoke the next day, hopped out of bed feeling exceptionally well and turned on the shower in her room. As she waited for the water to get hot she noticed something rolling around on the floor, something a certain Convict was notorious for drinking.