I do not own Mass Effect. Bioware does.
With Benezia bringing the situation at the Athame Botanic Gardens under control, Brendan led everyone in his squad back to the Normandy. To their disappointment, the Illusive Man didn't give away any clues on Oriana's whereabouts, so Tali offered to contact Legion to help locate the former operative's sister. While Kaidan and Ashley invited Brendan and Robin over to table tennis in the rec room, Miranda and Saren remained on the bridge.
"I appreciate the fact you're willing to allow me to defect," Miranda started.
"No need to thank us, the geth made it apparent you weren't switching sides out of convenience," Saren replied.
Miranda gave Saren a confused stare.
"Even the ones at Virmire?" she paused.
"Along with the tip you gave them," Saren replied.
She looked down at the ground.
"Oh. Just for the record, I'm not the type of person who sees other species as inferior. I just—"
"It's alright," Saren interrupted, "Ambassador Shepard made it apparent what your…"
He faked a cough before finishing.
"…preferences were."
Miranda stiffened, a chill creeping down her spine.
"I-It's…it's not that I…" Miranda started to object.
"Look, if it makes you feel any better, I don't object. Yes, I do feel nervous about humans politically, but I have nothing against them personally," Saren quickly followed up.
While Miranda gained a sense of relief, she still fidgeted.
"The Illusive Man can never know about this," she admitted.
"Yeah…" an awkward pause passed between the two of them, "so…?"
Miranda forgot what she wanted to tell him for a moment.
"Maybe you'd prefer to have a further discussion somewhere private? For example the briefing room, the mission is done and we've all debriefed, no one will be in there," Saren offered.
Miranda took a deep breath for a moment.
"All right," she nodded, "I accept your offer."
With that, Saren led Miranda out of the bridge and they made their way to the briefing room. The Spectre made sure no one else was inside before the door closed behind them.
"Now, Lawson," Saren started, "whatever the Illusive Man or any of the company leaders sponsored by Cerberus tell you, I…wouldn't give up on you given the chance."
Miranda let out a sigh as she leaned against the wall.
"I don't know how long it will take to overcome my doubts," Miranda replied, "but I'll bet it could be harder for my sister."
"How so?" Saren asked.
"She's been working with much less controversial matters, helping to shape the public image back on Earth," Miranda stated, "she hasn't nearly seen as much of Cerberus' undersides as I have."
"Hopefully, she's the reasonable type?"
Miranda nodded.
"With that out of the way, tell me something," Saren transitioned, "why were you so interested in me specifically?"
Miranda stared in a moment of silence while the Spectre slowly approached her.
"I…I'm not sure why," Miranda stammered, "but, when I look at you, I see…uh…"
"Are you saying all the times we ran into each other on the field were merely a long string of coincidences?" his browplates pronounced his inflated suspicion as a smug grin grew across his face.
"Maybe not," Miranda answered.
"I mean, I know the answer, it's just I want to confirm it now all the puzzle pieces are in position. So what sort of fantasies do you have of me and you?"
By then, Saren stood mere inches away from Miranda, giving her a chance to take in his impressive frame. She simply looked back at him with pure silence.
"I'm still waiting for an answer," he taunted.
He figured at some point he'd finally catch up and interrogate her, but he never would've thought she would come to him and what he would actually ask when it eventually happened.
"Well," Miranda finally pointed out, "your strength is…formidable."
"Go on."
The subvocals in Saren's voice was enough for the former operative to blush.
"Well, if you aren't, I will. You have assets that rival that of an Asari Matriarchs, from the few times I've seen you do it, I enjoy the way you wield power, and your voice is like nothing else," Saren cut in with a chuckle.
"Perhaps my power can match yours," Miranda remarked.
"I take it you're interested," after describing her form, he now realized that he might actually show some affection back.
That wasn't necessarily bad, right? Commander Vakarian and Ambassador Shepard seemed to get along quite affectionately, what would put the divide between the two of them? That was made apparent when Miranda reached out and brushed her hand against his fringe.
"And it seems you are as well," Miranda let out.
No one was watching, no one would judge. This should be fine. Saren flared his mandibles as leaned forward and pressed his forehead against Miranda's.
"Now that we've properly introduced ourselves, how do we go about this?" Saren asked as he brought himself close.
"I hope you've done research on humans," Miranda proclaimed.
Miranda unzipped her top and slid it off.
"You are aware of the possible risks someone could walk in on our fun, right?"
With a crew of mostly humans, Saren was rather nervous about the endeavor.
"Maybe we should lock the door," Miranda suggested.
"Then again, I did pay a handsome amount of credits for good software well within good reason."
Reaching to the door with his omni-tool, Saren installed a well encrypted worm, turning the green of the door panel to an angry red.
"Now we should have some privacy."
He began to unhook the clasps on his armor. Watching him set the armor down which exposed his undersuit, Miranda unclasped her bra.
"While more for tactical and cultural purposes, I have indeed studied human anatomy," Saren added as he began to strip off his leg armor.
Miranda nodded before she slipped off her boots and her pants, exposing herself completely, and it didn't take long for Saren to expose his own body. With both the Spectre and the former operative in such a vulnerable state, Miranda cautiously approached him and placed her hand on his mandible. He responded by brushing a few strands of her hair out of her eyes.
"Think you're up for the challenge? Dextro acids and all?" he asked as he began to close the remaining distance between them.
"I've handled dextro acids before," Miranda answered.
"Excellent," Saren smirked.
He quickly closed the gap between his mouth and her lips. Miranda reached her arms around his carapace and closed her eyes, savoring a moment she never thought she'd experience in her life. As the two held that position, Saren wrapped one arm behind her shoulders and the other around her lower back. Her mouth, both inside and out, felt very soft, even in comparison to asari mouths he'd felt before. He traced his talon along her spine, observing as she arched her back. His plates began to shift as they finally separated.
"I'm just about ready for more," he asked, keeping her back supported, "are you?"
It was little more than a hungry whisper. Miranda tilted her head towards the table in the room. Taking the hint, he lifted her into his arms and lay her onto the table, her legs still dangling over the edge. He put his face in her neck, lightly nipping at her collar bone. The arm supporting her lower back had now moved to hold her leg in place. Letting out soft moans, Miranda brushed one hand underneath his fringe while she brushed her other hand along his waist.
"Not to hold the answers against you, but where did you learn about turian anatomy?" Saren promoted as he felt Miranda's hand trace his waist.
"Why do you think I dabbled in the scientific studies Cerberus conducted?" Miranda quipped.
"Invested since the start? It must be good to experience the return on investment first hand," Saren chuckled as he reached a talon down to her nether region.
Miranda gasped softly, resisting the urge to clench her thighs against his hand, wanting to hold it in place. Saren grinned at her reaction.
"Are you ready for the full experience?"
His plates had now shifted aside, letting his full length extend. He began to adjust himself so his hips were waiting in place. Still, he took a moment to inspect her. Suspecting she might not be ready yet, he started emitting his biotics in his hand. Saren's own biotics rippled from his hand as he gently prodded her further. The intense sensation surged into her core, eliciting even more cries out of Miranda as she pulled the Spectre closer. By now he could smell her wetness pierce the air as did her moans of pleasure. Taking a sample, he licked the salty fluids from his fingertips.
"I can see why Commander Vakarian is so drawn to Ambassador Shepard," Saren mused.
"It's the soft fleshy bits, isn't it?" Miranda hummed.
"Perhaps that must be it," Saren purred.
Staring into the operative's eyes for a moment, Saren nuzzled his face against hers. Now fully erect, he put his tip right at the entrance.
"Ready to breach," he whispered.
Miranda nodded before she kissed the Spectre's mandible.
"Then don't keep me waiting," she urged.
"Breaching," he pushed in and started thrusting.
A deep grunt escaped him as he started feeling the inside of her. He could hear her gasp as she tightened her grip. He started to pick up the pace as he felt her legs perch around his hips. Euphoria swelled in his head as his breath and heart pounded away at his chest. Panting, Miranda rested her head on Saren's shoulder, feeling her own heart pulsate rapidly. As he approached his climax, he picked up the tempo and made an audible growl. Miranda took this chance and biotics rippled from her own hands, sending pleasurable thrills through both of them. The use of biotics caught him off guard. It wasn't the same as melding with an asari, but it did feel similar in that the sensation caused by the energy ripples tingled throughout his body. In the midst of his thrusts, he felt Miranda clench around him while she rode out her climax. Saren soon reached his release seconds later.
Slowing down, he began to pull himself out, careful to spill as little of their collective fluids as possible.
"That was…refreshing. Care to continue at some point?"
"Maybe we could make a reservation at somewhere exotic next time," Miranda nodded.
He tapped his omni-tool to the door behind him, undoing the lock.
"Yeah," Saren agreed, "maybe after we've retrieved your sister."
Saren and Miranda took a few minutes to slip their uniforms back on.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be looking for cleaning supplies to remove any evidence of our discussion," Saren said as he began to exit the door.
Miranda waited until minutes later, Saren returned with the cleaning supplies in question.
"That was a great time," Miranda thanked with a light smile, "still, I can't help wonder what they'll do to Oriana."
"Don't worry," Saren replied, putting a hand to her cheek, "they can't hold her forever. Not with how sloppy the Illusive Man is."
Saren and Miranda set off to clean the evidence of their ordeal, which would reduce suspicion from anyone.
Once the Normandy returned to the Citadel, Nihlus stood at the docking bay since he was waiting for Saren's return. The ship carefully docked itself and opened its ramp, allowing the crew onboard to disembark. It didn't take long before Saren emerged from the ship and made his way to the dock. Nihlus was about to say something when his nostrils picked something up. Without a second thought, his mandibles spread apart in a smug grin.
"So you took my advice and even decided to be adventurous," Nihlus commented, "who's the lucky girl?"
Rolling his eyes, Saren ignored the question.
"Good to see you too, Nihlus. What have I missed?"
"Nothing much," Nihlus shrugged, "I just kept up to date with the current events."
"Hmm. Is Commander Vakarian out of the hospital yet?" Saren asked.
"Yes," Nihlus nodded, "but he still needs time to heal completely."
"He's still got a few months before he can properly return to the field, right?" Saren clarified.
"He'll need to take it easy and require almost daily maintenance, but he's still a sniper. He can just hang back and provide cover fire," Nihlus agreed.
With Robin, Joker, Kasumi, Jack, Kaidan and Ashley disembarking the Normandy with Miranda following suit, Saren gestured them and Nihlus to follow him out of the docks.
"Oh, Miranda, do you have any civics with you? I would like to avoid any further incident in regards to your current outfit," Saren asked, glancing around the docks for on-lookers.
"You know," Miranda admitted, "I wish I did."
"We'll just move quickly to the Citadel Tower," Nihlus injected, "I can get us a taxi over there. We can pick something up later."
Saren sighed while Robin turned her head towards Joker, Kaidan, Ashley, Kasumi and Jack.
"I'll see you guys later," Robin called out.
It was a quick taxi ride, and it was a silent walk over to the elevator into the Citadel Tower. The four of them packed in and exited to face the Council.
"Spectre Arterius, why is this Cerberus Operative outside of captivity?" Sparatus started, eyeing Miranda.
"She isn't a POW, she's explicitly shown desire to defect," Saren corrected.
Tevos nodded.
"Interesting," Tevos mused, "so how did you persuade her to defect?"
"Her reasons are irrelevant. However, she does promise to show greater insight to Cerberus activities," Saren responded.
Miranda calmly nodded before she pulled out a datapad from her pocket.
"Fortunately, I had pulled numerous files concerning contacts, locations, protocols, communication encryptions, and projects before I had made my stance clear to my superior. I'd be willing to provide all of you what is needed," Miranda said as she flipped over multiple files.
Robin's eyes lit up as she observed the files while standing near Nihlus.
"Wow," Robin commented, "that's a lot more than what my friends and I leaked."
"I see," Councilor Valern commented, "and did you plan to barter with this information?"
"She wishes to ensure the safety of what's left of her family," Saren answered, "Cerberus has possession of her sister, and she wants to have her extracted."
Sparatus focused his eyes on the young Shepard.
"I think I understand her wanting to protect her sister," Robin said, "I had to risk my life to save my own mom, if you recall."
"Very well. You have permission to further utilize Spectre resources to ensure her demands are achieved," Sparatus replied, "now, we assume by the report you sent that the agent was secure."
"Yes, councilors," Saren answered, "currently, the agent is in possession of local authorities, and they are looking for methods to properly dispose of it."
The Councilors nodded in unison, satisfied with the Spectre's answer.
"Then you are dismissed," Sparatus said.
Upon cue, Saren led Nihlus, Miranda and Robin out of the Council Chambers and they made their way to the elevator to the Presidium.
"If you'd like," Robin offered to Miranda, "I can call over Ash, Jack and Kas and we can go find some cute outfits."
Miranda gave a slanted smile while Saren gave Robin a blank stare for a moment.
"I'll take what I can get."
I think I find myself wishing there were more fanfics of this Saren/Miranda pairing.