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.
Miranda spent the next day locked in her room crying her eyes out. She had been afraid, frightened to death by the violent outburst. And despite the fact that a part of her knew she hadn't done anything wrong, there was a nagging in the back of her head whispering to her, telling her she had ruined perhaps her only chance with Jack by being scared. If she had just let her continue, then things might have worked out. But that wasn't what had happened. Now was the time to let it go, to try and forget all about that beautiful bald psychopath. But it was easier said than done and ever so slowly Miranda realized that she couldn't live without her. So she did the thing any rational woman would do, she slipped on the skimpiest red thong she could find, took off her bra, put her black suit on and decided she would let Jack do whatever she wanted with her. As she headed out the door and towards the elevator she noticed that the material was rubbing against her nipples, causing them to swell and stiffen as a wave of arousal coursed through her at the thought of her convict seeing the outline of her breasts through the skintight outfit.
Cautiously Miranda descended the stairs into Subject Zero's lair. She saw Jack leaning against the wall taking a long drag from a cigarette.
"Listen we've been through all this Miranda," Jack began to say as soon as she saw Miranda approaching her.
However Miranda quickly closed the distance between them and caught Jack's lips in a chaste kiss. She then gripped her tightly and pulled them closer together so their breasts were rubbing together.
"Just let It happen and afterwards you can hit me and tell me to leave, but try it my way please and let me show you how much you mean to me," Miranda begged as they came apart.
She could tell there was an internal struggle of some sort taking place in the skinny tattooed girl. Jack slowly nodded, and wide grin spread across Miranda's face as she went in for another kiss, only this time she let her tongue brush against Jack's lips, who allowed her access, after a little hesitation. Miranda moved her thigh between Subject Zero's legs and could feel her arousal through the material of her cat suit. She reached around behind her soon to be lover's back and undid the leather harness that just barely concealed her areolas. Jack responded by pushing her chest up against Miranda's so their breasts were rubbing against each other.
"Miri, I can feel your nipples," Jack groaned in a moment of pure bliss.
"You called me Miri," Miranda noted and before she could help herself tears were running down her face.
"Are you okay?" Jack asked in panicked voice after seeing her tears flow.
Instead of saying anything Miranda kissed her psychopath fiercely and tried to pull her even closer. Jack broke the embrace to try and remove the offensive piece of clothing the cheerleader had on. As she stepped out of the garment, her face turned a dark color of red, when she saw how soaked her thighs were. The red panties she had put on were absolutely ruined by the juices running down her thighs.
"Damn Miri, is all that for me?" Jack asked with a sly grin.
"Only for you," Miranda whispered back.
"You're so hot and wet, I think I like having you as a plaything. The perfect woman soaked at the thought of getting fucked by a convict."
Miranda turned an even darker shade at the filth Jack was saying to her.
Jack reached for her cunt and started running her hand up and down against her slit and caressed her through the silky material.
"Are you a squirter Miri? Are you going to come on my fingers after I've fucked you Miri? Are you going to scream my name like the time I caught you fucking yourself?" Jack continued with the vulgar slurs.
"Oh god yes Jack, do me!"
Jack stopped rubbing her pussy and put her wet fingers against her lips to suck all the juices that had soaked Miranda's panties off of her thin digits.
"What do you mean; you want me to do you Miri? Do you want me to fuck you? Is that what you want?"
"Yes, that's what I want…" Miranda replied shyly.
"Say it for me Miri," Jack responded in a most husky voice.
"Fuck me."
That was all it took for Jack to reach down, pull the red panties off and slide a single finger into her slick folds.
"FUCK!" Miranda squealed in delight at the feeling of the intrusion.
Jack set a steady rhythm sliding in and out, whilst kissing and licking Miranda's neck. With her other hand she pulled and squeezed Miranda's taught nipples. Miranda hadn't ever told anyone, but her nipples were extremely sensitive and helped her achieve some of the best orgasms, when properly stimulated. When Jack suddenly started to rub her clit with her thumb, Miranda didn't have much longer.
"Shit, Miri you're incredibly tight for being a cheerleader slut."
Those words set her off and Miranda came hard against the finger inside her. She started squirting her juice against Jack's hand, while her orgasm swept through her.
After a minute she slowly came down from the high Jack had brought her to.
"I thought you came down here to show me how much you loved me," Jack teased, after she had caught a shaky legged Miranda in her arms. She gently laid them both down onto her little cot.
"It seems you wanted to show me you could actually be a caring lover," Miranda retorted.
Jack looked at the woman in front of her and realized she should never have snapped at her. However she needed to confess to something if she did decide to start something with the cheerleader.
"Look, I have been crushing on you for a while. Shit… This is hard for me to put into words. But this isn't me Miranda. I can't be satisfied like that. When I hit you earlier I meant it. Being violent is the only way I can get off. And that's not what you want. So if you're done with me, it's okay if you want to go," Jack felt tears running down her face, smearing her make up as she said those last words.
Miranda looked at the girl in front of her and crawled towards her and let both her arms snake around the skinny biotic's waist.
"I also meant it when I said I wanted all of you. It's just that you scared me a little," Miranda whispered into her ear.
"But if that's what you need, I'm here for you," She continued, though her voice sounded a little shaky.
"Let's see if we can get some rest though first."
"You'll need it" Jack responded darkly.
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