Angry Sex
People have different methods to rid themselves of their anger; some prefer the clenching of a stress ball, some like to shoot things, some even like to simply sleep it off. Jack however has a different way of relieving herself of this rather common emotion. "Shepard!" yelled Jack, her voice filled with anger. You could hear it boiling and stewing within her just from the tone of her voice; Jack was a person who frequently expressed how she was feeling in very blunt ways. If she was happy she would kill someone and smile about it, if she was sad she would mope about the house she shared with Shepard, if she was feeling particularly clingy she would present Shepard with a gift. An odd gift by any normal persons standards, but a gift none the less.
This time however she was feeling incredibly angry. Having been an instructor at the Ascension Programme located on the Citadel for many years now, she had met a plethora of students. Some cocky, slow, arrogant, foolish and some downright idiotic. But the reason she was angry on this fine Wednesday was because one of the new instructors had criticized her teaching methods, a snobby girl who had just graduated from University and thought she knew pretty much everything there was to know about biotics and teaching. "Where is that god damned war hero?" she mumbled to herself as she looked around the house in hopes of surprising her husband of 7 years. That's right; Jack and Shepard had been married for 7 years. A very successful 7 years mind you, with everything going rather smoothly. Of course there was the period of time were Jack was getting used to living with someone who wasn't terrified of her incredible biotic abilities. But in all honesty that shouldn't have surprised her considering she had gone up against the Collectors; powerful, tech-savvy insect looking aliens who had been abducting humans for the purpose of harvesting them to create a proto-human reaper.
They didn't do this alone mind you, the crew that Shepard had handpicked to face these aliens was very…interesting to say the least. There was Shepard who was a previously dead Alliance war-hero; herself, a psychotic human biotic, the Cerberus cheerleader. God she hated her…so perfect and stupid, but that was where Jack took immense pride in the fact that Shepard had chosen her over the cheerleader. Every time she thought about how smug looking she was and how it was all because of the faction that Miranda was associated with, Cerberus. That she was experimented on as a child and led a miserable life right up until she met him. Just thinking about her and her stupid company made her even angrier. "Damnit Shepard! Where the hell are you!?" she growled out through grit teeth as she walked into their bedroom. There were sudden footsteps echoing throughout the house, the sound was coming from down the hall. With her objective still on her mind she strolled out of the bedroom and into said hallway and there in his Admiral uniform stood Shepard. "You need something Jack?" he asked, a questioning look lingering in his eyes.
"Yes!" she shouted, walking up to him so she was right up in his face. "I've been looking for you for ages, where the hell was you?" her eyes giving him the meanest and hardest glare possible. Unfortunately (or fortunately) for her Shepard had become immune to her glares, after saving the galaxy (twice) and living with her for 7 years Shepard had become immune to almost everything Jack used to use against him when she first joined the Normandy SR-2; her bluntness towards everything, her lack of respect for authority and her common use of swear words like they were going out of fashion. With a heavy sigh Shepard started to walk towards their bedroom, unbuttoning his admiral jacket as they he went "What's pissed you off this time?" he asked. With a sigh of defeat Jack followed him still keeping her eyes on his back, "Well there's this new bitch at work, and she's really moody and thinks the way I teach my kids is barbaric! Honestly! She's a fucking idiot if she thinks coddling and babying the students will make them good biotics." She finished with a large huff, arms crossed over her breast and her eyes still glaring hard at Shepard. It was almost like she was trying to dare his soul to come out and play. "If your performance at Grissom Academy was any indication then I'd say your teaching methods are pretty top notch." Shepard commented in an off-handed manner, his jacket was off. Revealing his bare back to her, the tattoo that she had given him during their shore-leave was there, clear as day, the skull almost staring back at her daring her to a staring contest. Realizing how silly she was being she relaxed and hugged him from behind, "I'm a good teacher right?" she demanded with a vicious but playful grin on her face. By this time Shepard had noticed how hard Jack was hugging him and made a brief but pathetic attempt at turning himself around.
"Jack, we wouldn't of made it off Grissom if your students were supports. That Atlas-mech in the courtyard was an ass to get rid of" he stated matter-of-factly. And it was the truth, their entrance position wasn't the greatest and because of it the Cerberus forces had a clear line of fire and could have easily taken apart Shepard's squad if it wasn't for Jack and her crew. At this Jack's grin softened somewhat along with her grip on him, which allowed him to turn around and face her. "Besides you're kind of cute when you're angry" he said with a small grin on his face. "Cute eh?" she said through gritted teeth. And with a mighty push Shepard was on the bed with a dazed look on his face, "I'm still pissed off about the dumb bitch at work! Take your pants off!" and with that demand she leapt on Shepard and the love making began.
So remember next time when you're feeling angry and you have a weird way of expressing your anger. Remember, there's always someone with a weirder method of doing so
