A/N: I think you will be pleased with this chapter. It wasn't that easy to write but it's quite long... Oh and because of this chapter I had to change the rating, so don't be surprise ;)
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The beeping was really annoying but she ignored it once more. Her eyes were stuck to the mirror and a smile appeared on her face as soon as she looked at the dark purple scratches on her back. No one had ever dared to place a mark on her body. Until last night. She was aware that humans are more brave and confident, and in most cases possessive, than other species but what this perfect human being had done, exceeded her wildest expectations. Though it didn't make her angry. Just the opposite, she somehow felt new waves of desire as her eyes were tracing the marks Miranda's nails left on her skin.
Shaking her head she finished dressing and went back to the bedroom. A quiet sigh left her lips when she looked at her omni-tool. Shepard was already calling for the third time. Of course she must have been worried as hell but somehow it was kind of amusing that she still didn't storm into Afterlife demanding the return of her Executive Officer. To be honest, Aria expected that she'd have to deal with a pissed off Shepard but it looked like the Commander was afraid that acting violently wouldn't help her in retrieving Miss Lawson.
Her attention was caught by an almost unnoticeable move on her left. A smile full of satisfaction appeared on her face as she glanced towards the bed. The brunette was lying on her back, her dark hair contrasting with her pale skin and white pillow. She looked so calm while sleeping, unlike every time Aria had met her. There was no tension in her features, no stress, it even looked like she was completely relaxed. It wasn't surprising at all; Aria had had sex with countless people but there had been no single person who had been unsatisfied after a night with the Pirate Queen. And Miranda Lawson would be no exception.
The brunette moved suddenly as though she somehow felt Aria's gaze. The asari watched with a slight smile as Miranda stretched lazily and raised her hand to cover her lips and hide a small yawn. Aria came closer and stopped at the foot of the bed, her arms crossed over her chest as she observed Miranda rubbing her eyes. The brunette sighed quietly and frowned suddenly. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around with pure confusion on her face. Aria laughed quietly.
"Your omni-tool," she said simply. Miranda raised her head a bit and focused her attention on the asari. Aria caught herself on thinking how adorable Shepard's XO looks with that sleepy expression on her face.
"What?" the brunette asked with confusion, slowly sitting and covering her naked body with a sheet.
"I said that this annoying sound is made by your omni-tool. I'd answer the call to simply shut it up," Aria explained slowly. Miranda's expression changed in a flash as she realized that indeed it was her device. She desperately looked around in an attempt to stop this annoying beeping that didn't let her rest after a whole night of mind-blowing sex. "Table to your left," Aria said with a laugh and turned on her heel.
The annoying sound died away as she approached the couch. She had just enough time to sit down and reach for a datapad before Shepard's voice could be heard in her tiny, almost invisible earphone.
"Miranda! Finally! You're okay? Did she hurt you?! What happened?!"
"Shepard, calm down," Miranda whispered with a sigh. She glanced at the asari who acted like she didn't hear anything. She had no intention to show her that she indeed heard every single word said by both her and Shepard. Miranda focused again on her Commander just before the other woman was able to say something. "Everything is fine, there is no need to be worried. I will be back on the Normandy soon, Shepard."
"Oh. Okay, right. Did she do anything unpleasant?"
Aria almost laughed when she noticed a small blush on Miranda's face.
The answer was short. "No, she didn't."
"You're…"
"Shepard, can we not talk about it now?" Miranda hissed impatiently. It was surprisingly hard for Aria to not show her amusement. "We'll talk later," she added before Shepard had a chance to say a word and cut the connection. With a heavy sigh Miranda laid back on the bed and covered her face with a hand. "Did I mention how…"
"You hate me?" Aria interrupted her, trying hard to stop the grin from appearing on her face. "Yes, you were repeating it frequently during last night."
"Good." She always had a strong will power but this time she simply couldn't keep it any longer; a quiet and genuine laugh left her lips, making Miranda frown. "What is it that you find so amusing?"
"Amusing? No, I'd rather say it's hilarious how you keep telling that to yourself after all the pleasure I gave you," she said calmly not even looking at Miranda.
What happened next was far beyond her ability to understand. After all those years she really shouldn't be surprised by anything. She always thought that she can predict the behaviour of every race. Yet it looked that humans were too unpredictable. And arrogant. And insolent. There was no other explanation to why a pillow all of a sudden hit her head. She slowly raised her head just to look at the insecure expression on Miranda's face. It seemed that the brunette hadn't spent any time on thinking before she had reached for the pillow to simply throw it. Yet there was no fear in her eyes. And that was impressing. Every other person in her place would be running like hell right now, but not Miranda Lawson.
Aria slowly put the datapad on the couch and rose. She unhurriedly approached the bed just to lean over. There was still no sign of fear in those light blue eyes. And it didn't appear even when Aria moved to place herself just above the impudent woman.
"Do I look like Shepard?" Aria asked in a low, dangerous voice.
"Well... Last time I checked... She wasn't blue. And as I recall there were no tentacles on her head."
Tentacles?! Aria simply couldn't believe what she'd just heard. No one ever hadhad the guts to talk to her like that. That indication of complete insolence should make her blood boil. But instead, surprisingly even to herself, she started laughing. Miranda's eyes widened in shock and confusion as she shook her head in that weird amusement she suddenly felt. She brushed dark hair off the brunette's face. A shiver run down her spine as her fingers got surrounded by this unique human trait. She had always liked playing with human's hair; there was no other race that could give her that pleasure.
"You're gonna regret it so much next time," she whispered almost kindly, leaning lower to place a tiny kiss on that sweet pulsing point on Miranda's neck.
"What makes you think that there will be next t…" The rest of the words were replaced by the sudden hiss as Aria bit her hard. Miranda was trying to push her off but she didn't intend on letting go. She grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the bed, still sucking hard on her neck.
"Fuck!" was all Miranda was able to say. However she had enough strength to struggle and Aria had to press her own body against the other woman's to keep her in place.
When Aria finally pulled back, there was a dark red mark, terribly contrasting with Miranda's pale skin. The asari smiled triumphantly as the brunette's chest was rising faster than normal. She slowly licked the mark before she placed a kiss on it. She could almost feel a thrill of excitement running down Miranda's spine.
"As much as I'd love to keep you here, it's time for you to get out and kick some damn asses," she whispered into Miranda's ear.
She barely remembered her way back to the ship. All she had in mind was Aria T'Loak and her own, completely idiotic behaviour. The reason for acting so immature was still incomprehensible to her. Yet before any reasonable thought had come into existence, the pillow had already been in the air. For a brief moment she had been certain that Aria would hurt her badly. It was really surprising that she hadn't. Though when she had looked into the mirror after getting dressed, she had understood what the asari was trying to do. Hurting was too ordinary; she wanted to humiliate her. And it looked like she had accomplished her goal. There was no damn way Miranda could hide that bloody mark on her neck. It was almost screaming "I HAD SEX WITH A DAMN ASARI!". It was so embarrassing, Miranda wished the earth would swallow her up.
"Looks like you had a fun night, Lawson," Joker's cheerful comments interrupted her thoughts and immediately caused a wave of anger toflood over Miranda.
"Mind your own business," she hissed with an icy voice, shooting him a murderous look. Joker raised his hands in surrender.
"Okay, okay, why so nervous? Women…," he murmured but Miranda decided it was better to not respond. She needed to calm down before she'd face Shepard.
A deep breath and a quick counting to twenty was enough to make her composed again. Before she approached the galaxy map she was all calm and even the fact that Jack of all people was next to the Commander couldn't make her angry.
"Miranda!" Shepard exclaimed as soon she raised her head and saw her XO. She rushed towards Lawson to hug her tightly. "I'm glad you're okay."
"I am perfectly fine, Shepard, you can finally stop being worried." Miranda smiled slightly, ignoring Jack's snort. She really didn't want to argue with the convict right now but it seemed it was impossible.
"How was it cheerleader? Did you get a good fucking?"
She sighed and pushed Shepard back. Trying to stay calm, she looked at Jack whose eyes were pointed right at the red mark on her neck. Damn you, T'Loak. Before she responded her thoughts wandered towards the previous night on their own accord…
What she did care about were only the asari's lips on her neck, kissing, biting and sucking, making her moan in pure pleasure. Her back hit the wall as Aria pushed her. The asari's arms snaked around her waist to hold her as close as it was possible. Miranda force herself to open her eyes as Aria's lips stopped making marks on her skin. She looked directly at those light blue eyes and found lust there. It made her feel even weaker. Without a second thought she raised her hand and gently touched the asari's check. She felt some kind of arousal as she was looking at her own fingers brushing the indigo skin and tracing the dark face-marking. She really didn't care that Aria was pinning her against the wall. Her thoughts disappeared somewhere and the only thing that was left were the emotions. Overwhelming emotions were flooding her, wave after wave. Excitement, arousal, desire and even lust. The feeling of Aria's body pressing against her own only increased those emotions. She couldn't stand it anymore. She had to do something before she'd explode with all those feelings. Her fingers brushed Aria's lower lip and Miranda leaned closer…
But she was stopped by the asari's hand placed on her lips. Her brows raised as she gave Aria a surprised look. The Pirate Queen simply smiled devilishly. Miranda felt annoyed when she saw triumph in Aria's eyes.
"I guess you don't want any company," Aria said in a low voice as she motioned towards something behind her. Miranda glanced there and saw the asari's guards staring at them with damn smirks on their faces. "So I suggest we move to a more… private place. Do you agree with me?"
She looked back at the asari and despite the fact that she was almost melting in those strong and possessive arms, she was still able to give her a furious look. Partially she was angry at herself; Aria's people had always been somewhere close and she should have remembered them. However the asari was damn good at making her mindless. And somehow she simply couldn't keep her anger; probably because of the still rising arousal which made her breathing heavier and her pulse much faster.
"What exactly do you suggest?" she finally asked, her voice low and full of lust. She really wanted to make Aria pay for that small performance in front of her people but the need for relief was too great. She even couldn't get annoyed at the sight of triumph in the asari's eyes.
"Come," Aria said simply. She took a step back freeing Miranda, but one of her arms was still around the Operative's waist, hand grasping the brunette's hip. This almost gentle touch was driving Miranda crazy while she was pulled towards the wall between the passages leading to the club. To her big surprise as Aria slightly brushed the metal surface, the wall moved revealing a secret entrance. Her brow raised as she thought about all those vids Shepard was watching where there were enormous numbers of secret passages in the giant mansions. "Surprised?" Aria asked with amusement. "You didn't think that I don't have my own chambers where entrance is forbidden to anyone but me, did you?"
"Well, honestly…," she started as Aria pulled her into the giant room which might be used as an exclusive casino. Momentarily she forgot what she was about to say. The room was enormous with very expensive furniture. The lights were dimmed and the music much quieter than in the club. In the corner there was-…
Suddenly she was pinned to the wall and the room didn't matter anymore. Her lips were captured by Aria's in a violent kiss. Her arms moved on their own and snaked around the asari's neck to hold her close, as close as it was possible, to prevent her from pulling back. In a moment she went weak in her knees, blood boiled in her veins as she felt an enormous wave of heat flooding her body. The simple kiss wasn't enough, she needed more, much more. Her hands clenched around Aria's white, leather jacket and took it off the asari's shoulders. A second later the jacket was lying somewhere on the floor together with Miranda's belt still holding her guns.
She gasped as Aria pulled back; her lungs were dying from the lack of air but she hadn't felt it until that moment. Before she realized what was happening, she was pulled across the room, Aria's arms still around her waist, lips on her neck, hot breath caressing sensitive skin. Her mind was useless. She could only feel, unable to process any thought. She felt like she was completely drunk. Somehow the gloves disappeared from her hands and in the next moment she gasped whenshe felt Aria's skin under her fingers. It was smooth but more like a lizard's skin, not a human's and slightly cooler. Her hands acted like they had minds of their own. Fingers were brushing the asari's neck like they couldn't get enough of that cool purple skin. The moment she touched Aria's neckfolds she almost melted as she heard a quiet purr of pure pleasure. Nothing mattered anymore. The whole galaxy could go to hell.
Miranda barely remembered the moment when she was pushed on the bed. In a second Aria was on top of her, the asari's lips on her own bringing her to insanity. She couldn't think, she couldn't speak, she could only feel and moan and hiss and purr in pleasure. Her fingers found the clasps holding together more pieces of leather covering Aria's body. In a flash they were unbuckled and the asari's muscles tensed under Miranda's hands.
The feeling was overwhelming. Asari's skin felt so pleasant under her fingers. Smooth, cool, amazing and unexpectedly so natural. Aria's hands were all over her body, driving her crazy. Her firm touch, hot breath against Miranda's skin, surprisingly soft lips on her neck sucking at the pulse point. She couldn't tell when the Pirate Queen unzipped her catsuit. At one moment there was still this thick barrier between Aria's hands and Miranda's body and in the next it simply disappeared. Somehow the upper part of her suit found its place on the floor together with the leather pieces and suddenly Miranda was able to fully feel Aria's body against her own. And that feeling almost drove her insane.
She wasn't even sure if it was still real or maybe somehow she had fallen asleep and this was one of her crazy dreams after which she would wake up unfulfilled. What she was experiencing was too strong to be real. Yet there she was, on Omega, in one bed with the great and powerful Aria T'Loak. Part of her was terrified and wanted to run away. Though it was a really tiny part. She wanted to stay, she needed to stay, to finish this, to finally break free from all that lust tormenting her even in her sleep.
"Finish… this…" she gasped, not able to stop her own body from writhing under Aria's touch.
The asari's lips stopped teasing her breasts when Aria raised her head. Miranda could see the victory in those blue eyes of hers.
"Finish? Already? But the fun just started," the Pirate Queen answered with a low, dangerous voice. Miranda suddenly felt terrified. The feeling must have appeared in her eyes because Aria laughed quietly and when she spoke again her tone was not as predatory as it was a moment ago. "Do not worry, sweetie, I told you I do not intend to harm you. But I need to make sure you remember that night," she added with a whisper.
Miranda was already breathing heavily, the blood was almost boiling in her veins, skin was burning under Aria's touch but all that was nothing. She couldn't pay attention to what was happening around her. The only thing she felt was the strong grip on her hips and suddenly the rest of her clothes were simply gone. The asari's hands were on her tights, stroking them gently as she lowered herself. And then it happened. There was no way Miranda could be able to describe what she felt at that moment. Aria's tongue right on her core, on that burning place between her legs, simply sent her to the far end of the galaxy. She couldn't help but scream in pleasure as every single muscle in her body tensed. Shivers ran down her spine, her fingers clenched on the sheets, her body arched and her mind simply exploded.
When she collapsed back on the bed some time later she almost couldn't breathe. She had never ever experienced something like that. The exhaustion didn't even let her open her eyes. The only thing she could do was lying still, trying to calm down and catch her breath. She felt the gentle kisses Aria was placing on her body but she didn't have the energy to respond to them.
"Poor little thing," Aria murmured in her ear. "Already exhausted? Too bad. I thought you were stronger."
Miranda forced herself to open her eyes and look at this wolfish smile on Aria's face. "I hate you," she whispered. The Pirate Queen rolled her eyes and leaned to capture her lips in a hungry kiss. Miranda could taste herself on the asari's lips. She moaned unwillingly. A quiet laugh filled the room.
"You're getting better, I see. Wonderful. Because I'm not done with you yet." With those words Aria's eyes went black…
… and she shrugged.
"It was not that bad," she answered calmly, looking directly at Jack's eyes. The convict frowned; it was obvious that she didn't expect something like that. "Yet I guess still better than what you've ever experienced in your whole life."
She could see the anger growing in the bald woman but honestly she didn't care. Jack was insulting her all the time so it was fair enough to do the same to her. If she really thought that clenched fists and a murderous look could scare Miranda Lawson she must have lost her mind.
"Fuck you, bitch," Jack hissed angrily. "You're gonna be fucking dead as soon as we finish this damn mission!"
Of course she couldn't say that Jack's shouting made any impression on her as it was not the first time she had heard that kind of threat. However it looked like her mind decided to have a break; instead of ignoring Jack as she had usually done, she found herself continuing this angry exchange.
"I can't wait. May I ask you to contact me first so I could fit you in my tight schedule?"
This simple request together with a casual tone and a nonchalant pose clearly pissed Jack off. She rushed angrily towards Miranda but was quickly stopped by Shepard who grabbed her arms before she could even think about tearing Lawson apart with her biotics.
"Fuck you!" Jack shouted, trying to struggle free. Shepard tightened her grip on the convict's arms, trying to push her towards the elevator.
"In your dreams," Miranda answered with a small yawn.
"You f…"
"Jack!" Shepard's raised voice cut off the cursing. Jack spent a moment throwing angry glances towards Miranda before she freed herself, turned on her heel and rushed towards the elevator. The Commander sighed and looked at her XO with a confused expression on her face."Was it really necessary?"
"It was not me who started this," Miranda shrugged, reaching for a datapad like nothing had just happened. She could feel Shepard's gaze on herself but tried to focus her attention on the report in front of her. There was a heavy sigh and she could see in her mind how the Commander was shaking her head before approaching the galaxy map.
"I swear to God I didn't say a word!"
The datapad hit the metal floor with a loud thud. With lightning speed she turned on her heel and her fingers clenched around a soft fabric. She sighed as Kasumi grinned widely. Immediately the thief's eyes landed on the mark; the brown irises lighted up with joy.
"Oh, I didn't know she's that possessive," the thief remarked, not bothering to lower her voice.
Miranda cursed in her mind and glanced towards Shepard, but the Commander looked like she was completely focused on her task, whatever it was. She looked back at the grinning woman in front of her and pushed her unceremoniously. Kasumi quickly took a step back, then another and another until her back hit the metal wall behind her. She was visibly trying to find a way out of her troubles but Miranda simply tightened her grip on the thief's suit, not letting her run away under her tactical cloak.
"First of all," Miranda started in a whisper, "for your own safety do not sneak up on me like that again. Secondly, I advise you to find a good explanation soon, because if you may have noticed my patience is wearing thin."
Before she could say anything more, Kasumi quickly raised her hands in surrender. "I told you it's not my fault! She isn't as stupid as you think she is, you know? She saw you entering Aria's lodge and you didn't leave until now and here's that cute mark on your neck and you know, two plus two," the woman shrugged and grinned widely. "By the way, I don't think she liked what you said about her sex-life. I heard her speaking with Shepard once. Did you know that she was raped and sold as a slave? Poor girl…"
"I do not care about her past," Miranda hissed with raising anger. Truth to be told there were those moments when she was honestly pondering on her mental state. It was amazing that she was still able to tolerate the thief after all that nonsense she had been already forced to listen to. "Tell me, Goto, were you spying on me?" she asked slowly looking directly into Kasumi's eyes.
"'Course not! It's just that you were so focused on Aria and didn't pay any attention to what was going on around you, so I thought it's a good idea to be sure that no one will interrupt you," Kasumi answered with another grin.
Miranda spent some time simply looking at the thief who started fidgeting uncomfortable after a few seconds. She had always found it quite easy to recognize if someone was lying and she expected that Kasumi would tell her some fancy story about how she knew where Jack was staring while being in the club. Yet it looked like the thief was at least trying to be honest with her. It wasn't something she was used to. Everyone was lying and there was always a reason to do it. Someone like Goto was even expected to lie whenever she opens her mouth. Miranda found it quite pleasant to discover that there were still some people in the whole galaxy who weren't trying to misinform her. So instead of investigating why the thief had decided that she would like some help in any form, she simply let go of the soft fabric and turned on her heel to go back to the terminal and datapad which was still lying on the floor.
"I like your omni-tool!" Kasumi exclaimed before she was able to take even two steps.
Without turning back, she simply snorted. "You have your own one, Kasumi, so please, do not think that stealing mine would do you any good," she warned the thief over her shoulder. The respond she got made her freeze.
"But mine isn't linked with the one that belongs to one possessive asari…"
A/N: R&R, maybe? They really help, you know? The reviews, I mean ;)
