Miranda goes down to engineering the evening after her conversation with Shepard. She's thought about it all afternoon and eventually figured that maybe Jack has calmed down. Maybe the worst of her anger has dissipated and perhaps she's ready to talk. She knows Jack sure as hell won't set the first step, so she will try. But this is the last chance. If Jack still refuses to listen, Shepard is just going to have to let it go, because she's done with this bullshit.
The second she sets her foot down on the stairs to the sub deck, she hears Jack yell: 'Fuck off.'
Miranda ignores her and makes her way down. She shakes her head, Jack's such a child.
The convict starts to yell profanities as soon as she sees Miranda's face. 'Get the hell out of here, you self-centered piece of shit! This is my space! Go the fuck back to your office bitch!'
Miranda doesn't react and stands in front of Jack.
The biotic is sitting cross legged on her cot, her eyes furious, but she looks tired and there are dark circles under her eyes.
'I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to fucking see your face,' Jack hisses through clenched teeth.
'Well, that's a pity because I'm not leaving until you talk to me like an adult instead of this childish shouting.'
'Get the fuck out. I'm not going to fucking tell you again.'
'Or what? Are you going to piss on the floor again?'
'Shut up!'
Miranda remains calm. She can see that it's annoying Jack. The younger woman is worrying her lip with her teeth and her hands are rhythmically clenching and unclenching.
'What do you want me to do?' Miranda asks. 'How can I make it up to you?'
She sits down on a crate opposite of Jack's cot and crosses her legs.
Apparently that infuriates Jack. She jumps up from the cot and her hands are glowing blue again.
'You can't! What's so fucking hard to understand about that, you dumb bitch? Your daddy should have spent some more time working on your brains instead of your gigantic ass!' She shakes her head in disbelief and then raises her eyebrows. 'Well? What the fuck are you waiting for? Get out of here! Now!' She shifts the crate Miranda's sitting on away with her biotics and Miranda falls on her backside.
The convict snickers. 'Guess that fat ass is good for something. Now move!'
Miranda huffs and comes to her feet. She stares into Jack's eyes. 'No.'
She sees a mixture of emotions in the biotic's dark brown eyes. Anger, annoyance and a little fear and insecurity.
'I'm sorry that I betrayed you. I am. Tell me what I need to do to make it up with you?'
Jack pushes her back against a wall. She grabs Miranda's chin between her thumb and other fingers. It feels intimate to Miranda in some strange, fucked up way.
'I trusted you,' Jack hisses. 'I knew I shouldn't.' She lets out a raw laugh. 'Fuck, I knew I was an idiot asking you to have dinner with me. Even fucking you after you called me a fucking mistake was one of the dumbest things I ever did. But after you apologized, I thought you were different. You didn't need me for anything else than sex, so I figured you couldn't really screw me over. Guess I was wrong. You betrayed me. And now I fucking hate your guts.'
Miranda opens her mouth, but Jack is quick to shut her up. She lets go of Miranda's face and grabs her upper arms to pin her to the wall.
'Shut up, bitch,' she snarls. 'You wanted to talk to me so badly? Let me tell you something first!' Her face is very close to Miranda's and the older woman licks her lips. Perversely enough, she can feel herself growing excited. She doesn't know why. She's always liked her partners to be a bit forceful during sex and her body seems to think that that is what it's going to get. She blushes.
Jack doesn't seem to notice.
'We can talk all you want, but nothing is ever going to change the fact that you screwed me over. You're just like everyone else. I don't need you. I don't fucking need anyone. For all I care you can go and bounce up and down the Illusive Man's illusive dick. You're nothing to me. Just an annoying little bug that I won't hesitate to kill if it keeps buzzing around.' She slams her hand hard against the wall, making Miranda jump.
Jack laughs. 'You're pathetic.' Then she stares at Miranda's chest. 'God, look at you. This turns you on, doesn't it? You perverted whore.' Miranda blushes and stares down at her breasts. Her nipples have turned into stiff hard pebbles that show clearly through her tight suit.
She inhales deeply. She doesn't know how to answer. Nothing she says will make this any better.
'I bet you're soaking your panties. Twisted little slut.' Jack brushes her hand over her chest and Miranda can't help but whimper when it grazes her hard nipples.
'You wanna know what I do to traitors?' Jack softly whispers in her ear. Her breath is hot on Miranda's skin and she gasps and nods her head.
Jack let's her hand wander down Miranda's body and cups her mound. She squeezes it and Miranda moans.
'Nothing.' The loathing in Jack's voice is evident and her hand drops and she makes her way over to her cot. 'Get the fuck out of here, cheerleader. And don't come back or I will smear the walls with you.'
Miranda is still standing against the wall. Panting. Without looking at Jack she forces herself to pull it together and walk up to the stairs. Daniels and Donnelly look at her with big, surprised eyes, but neither of them has enough guts to say anything.
She half-stumbles to the elevator. When the doors open she crashes into Tali.
'Hi Miranda,' the other woman pipes. Miranda can feel her eyes stare at her flushed cheeks. 'Uhm, are you okay?'
'I'm fine.' She brusquely slips past the quarian and steps inside the elevator. She slams the button for the second floor. When the elevator finally arrives at the third deck, she almost runs to her quarters.
She falls down on her bed and can't help but zipping open her catsuit and bringing a hand down to her soaked underwear.
Her thumb circles her clit and she pushes two fingers inside her pussy. She bites down on a pillow to prevent herself from screaming out loud. She's so wet. It doesn't take long for her to come. And when she does she cries with shame and embarrassment. God, she's so screwed. That damned convict.