We Could Die Tomorrow Anyways
Chapter 2
Jack took hold of Miranda's lips with a ferocity that made Miranda weak in the knees. The bald woman's fingers ran through long and silky black hair, fingernails ghosting enticingly along. Miranda moaned as tongues grew adventurous and slipped from their homes to explore, Jack tasting sweeter then she thought possible with the considerably bitter woman. A hand slunk its way up from Jack's hips to cup her left breast, Jack thrusting her hips once with approval before she could stop it. Before Miranda could try to gain ground, the tattooed woman let go of her hair and instead twisted them around so that Miranda's back was pressing into the island.
She leaned back, fingers sliding across Jack's back as she tried to keep from slipping and ground their hips together with as much force as she could muster. Jack gritted her teeth, pulling the woman's lips to hers and planting her hands on round white cheeks. Lawson pulled the tattooed woman's leather straps cleanly off her head between heated kisses, their breath coming short as Jack kneaded the operative's rear. Miranda's hands started fumbling with the prisoner's jumpsuit, only for the convict to grip her hands tightly and wrench her around to face the cold metal island.
A sharp yelp came from the black haired woman as she was forced against the island roughly, her wrists burning from the speed of the motion, pain jumping up her body at the cold contact. Jack however, couldn't care one bit. Languidly tracing fingers along Miranda's spine, each rise and dip being explored in full, Jack grinned at every shudder she earned from the blue eyed woman. Miranda spread her legs expectantly, looking over her shoulder as she elbows kept her propped on the island hips jutting towards the eager criminal.
One finger rubbed against moist folds, a sharp gasp coming from a mess of dark hair. Jack pressed her middle knuckle further against the damp want, Miranda pushing her hips further towards her in an attempt to get her to keep on, but she remained unmoving down there, her other hand reaching up into the air before landing against one cheek with a sharp smack.
"Jack!" Gasped Miranda, jolting forward as hot pleasure sprung up from her rear. "What are you-" Her words were cut short as a singular finger slipped within her, instantly her back arching at the touch and a low moan escaped past parted lips.
"You're smart enough to piece it together Cheerleader." Sneered Jack huskily, adding another finger to the folds, gaining another moan from the operative. Before Miranda had even a moment to adjust to the second addition, Jack had from her ring to her index finger in the woman in a slightly triangular shape, gaining a sharp gasp as she started thrusting them in and out slowly. An agonizingly slow pace that would nearly stop all together gaining frustrated sounds from the raven haired woman.
Pressing her breasts against Miranda's back, hiding just how much she liked the sensation of their skin rubbing before a scowl, Jack pressed her lips to Miranda's neck. Searing kisses peppered their way down to between pale shoulder blades, the woman beneath her quivering with excitement. "Jack..." Whispered Miranda through a haze of lust.
"Cheerleader." Replied Jack, fingers still slowly moving in and out of the woman that was starting to get impatient.
"What is it going to take?" Miranda sighed as if in defeat.
"What do you want?" Asked Jack, her fingers nearly stopping entirely on a thrust out when Miranda hesitated. "Come on, I want to hear you scream out what you want me to do to you." A blush spread across Miranda's face, and she bit her lip. Blue eyes begged of the woman that just smirked in response, completely removing herself at the response. "Words bitch."
Words were muttered as ordered, Miranda glaring with frustration at the woman that was so easily denying her at this point. Jack simply waited, smugly smiling as she was well aware of the power she held over the raven haired operative that always had to be the one in charge. To the convict, it was delicious turn of tables, and she was more than willing to drag it out while she could. After all, she had no intentions of a repeat.
One night together was fine, after all they might just die in a few hours, and Jack wasn't one to go without a bang. To tap the XO's plump ass sounded like a pretty nice bang, it made her grin as if it were victory, though she'd probably be just as fine with smearing the walls with her genetically designed face if there was a good enough reason. The convict snapped her attention back to Miranda when a pleading voice rose up in the spaceship's air.
"I want you to screw me." It came weakly, barriers slowly and reluctantly falling as the woman that had just shortly thought she'd have some sort of control in the exchange realized that in truth she'd have none if the biotic criminal would have any say in it. And at the moment, she had all the say there was.
"Screw? Come on that's a pansy word here." Laughed Jack, no longer even giving the woman beneath her slow pumps of her fingers.
Miranda scowled in frustration. "Fuck?" Asked Miranda, gaining a nod of approval from Jack. Sighing, a blush burning across her face, Miranda said once again. "I want you to fuck me, right here, right now." She emphasized the curse word, Jack actually shuddering at the way she said it with her accent.
The convict was grinning. "Just how hard?"
A sneer left Miranda's lips at the display of false control, Jack was obviously doing it just for her own pleasure, pretending Miranda honestly had a say in the matter. "As hard as you can give it." She whispered with a sultry tone, rubbing back against her again, trying to make the ripples of pleasure to return.
Lust rose back up in the convict at the words, and she began to pull her fingers in and out once again, a slow pace to start but it was at least getting the motion started back. Long and low moans were gained from the black haired woman. After what felt like an eternity did the pace pick up, and when it did it was at a full gait like a bullet shot from the barrel of a gun, brutal and unrelenting.
Miranda's arms dropped, hands reaching out across the island to find some purchase to support her under the nearly painful pace. Fingers lightly scraped the other end, curling around the edge as another one of Jack's thrusts sent her crying out with lust.
Knees shaking, Miranda could do little but allow the woman to have her way with her, soft cried rising up as heat seared between each thrust of the convict's fingers. Jack's fingers were working tirelessly, curling and twisting to make the operative jump and moan every so often on top of her already restless state. Just as it seemed the woman would reach a climax, Jack withdrew from her entirely making the black haired Lawson cry out in protest.
"Jack!" She cried, twisting around to look over her shoulder at the grinning woman who was sucking her fingers clean of the moist substance that was virtually pooling down pale thighs. "Dammit will you just-"
Before she could finish her sentence a biotic blast, though minute in comparison to what it could have been, stumbled Miranda and made her clutch the edge of the island once again for fear of falling over and smashing her face into the cold metal. "If this could be our last night alive, I'm going to have all sorts of fun with you Cheerleader." The tattooed convict said after she'd cleaned each finger, grinning at the panting woman as she ran her other hand along the curves of her body experimentally, feeling just where Miranda jerked with want.
"And you find it fun to deny me any?" Huffed Miranda, still trembling as she slowly ebbed away from the edge Jack had driven her up so quickly. Her eyes were glued to the way Jack seemed to be recreating the arousing image she'd just made a few moments ago with the sleep-aid pill.
"Of course I do Cheerleader." Snorted Jack, moving a hand to her own thighs and slipping easily between her skin and pants. Miranda's blue gaze dropped quickly to watch. "If you want to get anywhere near that level of pleasure again, you're going to have to bring me there too." Said Jack huskily, rubbing against herself steadily more, Miranda probably only lightly hearing what she was saying.
The operative moved towards her, fingers curling around the prisoner's uniform the bald woman wore around her waist and started to pull it down when a hand lifted her chin. A sultry smile was pulling at lush red lips. "Oh no, not with your hands." Chuckled Jack.
Miranda narrowed her eyes for a moment, a blush working across her face as she realized just what Jack desired. Forcing her dignity aside, the woman bent down to her knees and gripped the edge of the material in between her teeth. It hurt to try to pull it down, anytime she went to hasten the process gaining a disapproving click of Jack's tongue and the grip on her hair, as Jack had moved her hand there, would tighten.
When it was brought down to her knees, Miranda opened her mouth and it dropped entirely and pooled around heavy combat boots. The convict wore a pair of boy-shorts, the last thing between them, and Miranda far more easily managed to pull them down tattooed legs. Jack hopped up onto the cold metal island, kicking off her boots and the clothes expertly before she gave the operative a sultry grin. Moving after her swiftly, the black haired woman eagerly nuzzled her way between pale, inked skin, discovering what was perhaps the only place on the convict's body that wasn't tattooed.
Before she could stop herself she ran a hand up Jack's inner thigh, making the woman narrow her eyes and lift her head back with a gasp at the light touch. Fingernails just grazed skin, the sensation quickly turning the woman on even further. She aggressively reached down and pulled Miranda's head to herself and the woman quickly took up the task of pleasing the convict. A flick of her tongue experimentally was soon followed up by whole laps at moist lips. As she continued, Jack whispering words of encouragement for her to continue and a long litany of swears, the woman could feel herself slowly allowing herself to enjoy it.
Despite being shoved down into the submissive role so easily by the other biotic, she had to admit she did actually enjoy it for a change. Everything around her smelled like Jack, and as she looked up at the bald woman's lidded eyes and tensed face, she found herself loving it. The moment her tongue slipped within the criminal, a sharp hiss of curse words filled the air above the slight hum of the engine and internal systems. Miranda grinned to herself, ignoring the discomfort in her jaw as she continued, making the woman's legs twitch every so often.
"Dammit Cheerleader!" Growled Jack as her head lifted back further, eyes completely shut. Miranda narrowed her eyes, and a thought crossed her mind. Her hands, which had only been holding the woman's legs apart, started to drift up along muscular legs to her hips, another string of curses earned. Power coursed in the woman's body, a light shimmer of purple and blue around her as she grew more and more excited. Mischief flashed in the operatives eyes, and she soon picked up the pace, pressing herself as close to the woman as she could to deepen her thrusts of her tongue.
A shudder ran down her body at the convict's taste.
She could feel Jack growing close just like she had, and the thought of sweet revenge made the black haired operative laugh darkly, pulling herself back just before the convict would have slipped into bliss. Instantly violent swears were hurled her way, and a biotic pull had her pressed right up against Jack's body on top of her. Tattooed arms wrapped themselves around a slender waist, lips smashing violently together as they battled then for dominance. One way or another they ended up rolling off the island, landing with Jack on top and Miranda's back painfully slamming against the metal floor that sent shocks up her whole body.
They were quickly becoming more instinctual with their motions, both of them falling into a frenzy of passion. As Miranda groped inked breasts, Jack was planting her lips on Miranda's collarbone firmly enough to leave a mark. Lawson moaned as she took one of them in her mouth, playing with the hardened tip as a hand trailed down to between Jack's legs, ghosting along a firm abdomen.
Jack grabbed her arm and pulled it up however, refusing to let Miranda gain that sort of dominance over her, and instead moved them both around until they both were panting hard on each other's lower lips. Miranda grinned, and quickly returned to where she had just been, Jack just as eagerly running her tongue along the operative's entrance. Hips jerked towards one another as tongues pleased, and moans filled the spaceship. Fingers ran up and down one another's body, exploring each other fiercely, determinedly, with a defined purpose of finding spots that made the other jerk and shudder. Each time they did a cry from the other was rewarded, and they would grin in satisfaction.
It didn't take long at all for the already worked up pair to be screaming in unison, biotics flaring out and sending anything not bolted down flying. As they started to come down from their high, Miranda could feel Jack pushing herself off. Without even thinking, a hand reached out and stopped her, the tattooed woman tensed.
"I said no pillow talk shit." Growled Jack.
"I'm not." Miranda replied firmly, getting up off the cold metal floor. It smelled of them in the mess hall. "Just come to my room, don't go back down there."
Brown eyes narrowed. "Why?"
"Because I said so." She hadn't let go of the convict's wrist.
Glaring at her long, debating every implication of those words. Without a word the convict yanked her arm free, gathered up her clothes and walked towards the XO's office. A smile threatened to spread across Miranda's face, but she quickly shoved it aside and followed after Jack to her own room. The convict threw her clothes unceremoniously onto one of Miranda's couches, boots heavily thunking against the plush surface. The woman didn't even bother to look at the pile of Miranda's clothes, scooping up the blanket that lay on the ground and tossing it onto the bed a moment before she herself flopped down on it.
Lips curled up into a smirk at the woman's behavior, Miranda following after her far less dramatically though making sure to step with a sway in her hips. Jack wasn't even watching though, seemingly enjoying the softness of the luxurious bed more than she'd ever admit. Miranda crawled onto it, and refused to let the woman get away with not touching her when they were both nude and her bed, hands possessively placing themselves around Jack.
"You know." Jack started, looking down at the woman curling around her. "I think we still have a few more hours till we get to the relay."
"Want another go?" Smiled Miranda seductively as she followed along.
Plush red lips answered her, claiming her own once again.
AN: Apologies for the time it took to get this up, been sick or just not in the mood to write this.