Chapter Three
The moment the locking mechanism on the door sounded, Miranda was pounced upon by the tattooed woman, lips smashing forcefully into one another as nearly a year of loneliness came to an end. Instantly Jack's arms had wrapped themselves around Miranda's waist, callused hands working their way down to a nicely shaped rump. Miranda gave a small moan as they deepened the kiss, her fingers embedding themselves in the hair Jack had grown since they'd last met. She rubbed herself against the woman she undeniably cared for, shuddering as Jack ran one hand up her spine.
When they broke the kiss, both of them panting and ready for more, Miranda gave the convict one strong shove on the shoulder to send her stumbling back onto the lush bed Shepard had offered for their use. Jack smiled from one ear to the other, lust clouding brown eyes. The ex-Cerberus operative made a show of removing her catsuit, grasping the zipper and pulling it languidly across her body just at the end of the bed, eyes unwavering from Jack's hungry gaze.
When it was to her midriff, Jack gave a frustrated growl, jumping forward from the head of the bed and taking the zipper in her right hand, yanking it down the rest of the way while she latched her red lips onto Miranda's neck peppering it with fierce kisses. Blue eyes half closing, Miranda lifted her chin and pulled the woman closer to her, muttering under her breath in pleasure.
Her suit was pulled off her heated skin slowly, Jack taking a keen liking to the sound of Miranda's lustful whispers. When she was left in a pair of lacy black underwear, Miranda started to remove the other woman's clothes. The half-jacket was quickly thrown across the room, camouflaged pants and heavy boots tossed to the side of the side of the bed. "Those bandages look pretty sexy on you I must admit." Miranda said with a sultry tone as she slipped her fingers under the ones along Jack's neck. "But I'd like to see you without them."
The colorfully decorated woman looped her arms around Miranda's chest to grasp the small clip keeping her bountiful mounds in place, undoing it in a quick motion while Miranda removed Jack's own last bits of clothes. The white bandages fell in a messy heap on the black cover, one end to another, surprisingly only ten rather long pieces had been on the woman who had expertly wound them around herself.
They shivered on the bed in the apartment's cool air, the sound of the chaotic party pooling in through the crack under the door. A smirk crossed Jack's face as she sat on her knees, the sound of a rather lovely track reaching her ears. Leaning in, Jack placed one slow kiss after another from Miranda's lips down her neck and past her collarbone before settling on the valley between Miranda's breasts. Lawson was taking in short breaths at each touch, quickly growing more and more aroused as Jack cupped each of her boobs a hand each, running her thumbs across hardening tips.
"Seems like somebody missed me," Jack purred with satisfaction as she began to kneed one breast, and licking the other's nipple, the freed hand slinking down to rub against Miranda's burning want.
Miranda gave a soft moan in response, grinding her hips down on Jack's hand, trying rather hard to urge her onward. The ex-convict smiled once again she it looked like the one in charge was going to be her, tongue playing teasingly with Miranda. The blushing woman muttered her annoyance at the teasing, and cupped her lover's smaller chest, making the woman with the ponytail pause for a moment and moan.
Smirking, Lawson kissed Jack once more, and pressed her chest against the woman's. The ex-convict's mind seemed to go blank, and the older woman quickly seized upon it, pushing her to lay on the mattress and planting searing kisses down along her neck. Jack gasped, a hand reaching out grasping the blanket, finding an anchor as the woman above her worked her way down towards her hips. She paused at the tattooed woman's navel, admiring Jack's intricate patterns of ink and toned body, before running her tongue once up the length of her midriff.
Moaning, Jack buried her other hand in Miranda's long black hair, brown eyes closed with desire and head tilted back into the plump pillow. A self-satisfied smirk crossed Miranda's face before she worked her way down to nuzzle between the smaller woman's legs. "Looks like you missed me just as bad," teased Lawson as she ran a finger down along moist lips, Jack's breath hitching at the contact.
"Okay I missed you," huffed Jack as Miranda patiently waited for a response, "now will you fuck me already?"
Chuckling, Lawson flicked her tongue out and hummed in approval of Jack's instant mutterings of pleasure. She ran her tongue up along the woman's folds, soft mutters of approval reaching her ears as the flushed woman's fingers dug their way deeper between black locks. Teasing the woman by instead focusing on her throbbing clit rather then actually entering her, much to Jack's frustration.
"Come on Cheerleader, don't be such a bitch..." Hissed Jack through a haze of lust, her body jerking slightly every so often as the woman between her legs stimulated her.
"Oh but you're so cute when you squirm," smugly chuckled Miranda before she quickly darted her tongue between wet folds, Jack moaning approval. She picked up the pace, taking great pleasure in the sounds of the woman before her. After about a minute she could feel her lover's excitement building higher and higher, Lawson determined to get Jack to come first. She held the woman with the inked skin's legs apart as her tongue dutifully drove the woman mad.
"Faster!" Screamed the brown eyed ex-convict, the fingers she'd buried in the ex-operative's hair having trouble staying in one place, hips moving along to deepen the contact. Miranda eagerly complied, and as the woman laying down on her back's breathing pitched to its height, she pulled out her tongue and quickly replaced it with two fingers before Jack could object. "Come on! Harder!" Demanded the biotic, hips moving against the new contact.
The woman's bossy attitude even when she wasn't the one in charge made Miranda shake her head with amusement, thrusting her fingers as powerfully as she could without fear of hurting her lover. She couldn't deny how much of a turn on it was to watch Jack ride her hand while laying down, the woman having straightened up to lean over the other. With her hand free of Miranda's locks, Jack was grasping the sheets with one and the headboard with another, eyes closed with lust and mouth open in a moan that carried Miranda's name.
"Fuck!" Loudly cried out Jack as she reached her climax, inner muscles stopping Miranda's thrusts, a rush of excitement from her core out wards. Miranda slid her freshly slicked fingers free and cleaned them off one at a time before an attentive pair of brown eyes. "Damn is that hot," remarked Jack between ragged breaths.
"Come here," purred Miranda, one hand extended towards the inked woman. Jack eagerly obeyed, nuzzling against Miranda's chest and peppering kisses all across her body. She smiled as the woman shuddered and moaned, slowly working her way down to Miranda's thighs. After giving her a quick prod to spread her legs, Jack buried her face in moist warmth.
Biting her lip in pleasure, Miranda leaned forward and grasped Jack's shoulders, blue eyes closed tightly. The younger biotic smirked, teasing Lawson just as the woman had done to her, tongue worshiping only part of the woman, Miranda taking in short breaths the longer the torment went on. "Jack...!" She moaned with exasperation. Her body was swelling with pleasure, but it wasn't enough, she needed more. "Don't be such a child..."
Jack stopped entirely, looking up at Miranda with narrowed eyes. "Fuck, just, please?" The black haired woman tried to recover, Jack snorting and slipping her tongue inside Miranda who's hips instantly bucked forward with a loud moan. "Yes!" Jack held her legs spread wide, making the woman feel vulnerable but at the same time safe with the other woman around. Her mind was racing with thoughts and feelings towards Jack until she picked up the pace, chasing any thoughts at all from Miranda's mind. Jack was driving the already stimulated woman higher and higher into bliss the faster she went, tongue flicking this way and that way inside her. Blushing wildly, Miranda's eyes shot open as she felt herself come, pleasure erupting throughout her body.
As she came down from the high, Jack moved up to her lips and claimed them fiercely, hardly allowing Miranda to reclaim her breath. She pushed right back, tongues exploring the other's mouth, hands roaming over familiar yet all new territory, hips grinding together as Miranda found herself sitting on Jack's lap. With a moan Miranda pushed against Jack and the woman was once more on her back. They started rolling back and forth on the wide mattress, shifting who was in command constantly.
Jack pinned Miranda at last beneath her, hands clasped and held to the side, hips grinding against each other. The tattooed woman adjusted herself slightly, and as she moved her lower half towards Miranda, who's hair fell in a tumble around her, she earned another moan from below. A moment later she was rubbing herself against Miranda's slit, the woman going mad with lust and writhing with pleasure. Jack smirked, her hair that at some point been freed from the ponytail sticking to her skin. The sight beneath her was driving her just as crazy as the sensations were, and she quickly kept at it.
Within a few more motions, they were screaming together swears and names and crashing into oblivion. Jack collapsed above her, Miranda grunting softly at the impact as the tired woman rested on her, head rather conveniently on her chest. Lawson rolled to the side, Jack slipping to her right, and place her left arm on heated, inked skin. She stayed there, just simply trying to recover, and Miranda took the moment to admire the beautiful woman besides her.
"Don't say it," warned Jack, brown eyes closed and chest rapidly rising.
"Don't say what?" Miranda frowned, afraid Jack was going to end it just as she'd ended all the last times. Dismissive, closed off, angry sometimes even; Miranda didn't want to deal with that anymore. She was starting to expect the worse as Jack waited to answer, almost as if she were deciding something herself just as well.
Opening one eye, Jack stared intently back at the well-endowed woman. "Don't say it didn't mean anything."
Rolling her eyes Miranda leaned her head forward and placed a tender kiss on Jack's brow. "You really think I want mindless sex before I die?"
"Well you did last time," defended Jack with a faint flush across her skin.
"Last time, I had a stronger belief we'd find a way to survive."
"And this time?"
Miranda paused, looking downwards for a moment, finding Jack's hand and reaching outwards to take it. "This time, not so much," she admitted with a soft tone, "so I want something that means more than physical desires if I'm going to die."
Fingers intertwined, eyes staring at one another firmly. "Then, it did." Jack whispered, shuffling closer towards Miranda. Resting her head against the woman's shoulder, Jack stared up at the ceiling silently, listening to Miranda's soft breathing. They curled up against one another, hands clasped and legs intertwined, Miranda only breaking the touch long enough to pull the blanket out from under them and instead over them.
She wouldn't say it, she just simply couldn't, but she wasn't going to deny anything either. Something about the woman made her mind go blank and her heart race, she'd missed the Cerberus cheerleader every day after they'd gone their separate ways. She'd denied it, lied to herself, come up with a thousand different reasons as to why, but there in her arms she couldn't keep up the facade, but she still couldn't say the words.
Miranda on the other hand, seemed just fine with speaking her mind, and though she didn't look at her Jack felt her skin on fire as if blue eyes were baring into her soul. "I do care for you Jack, a lot."
She smiled faintly. "Yeah, I care for you too," she paused, "now don't go and get your ass turned into some husk abomination alright?"
Laughing, Miranda nodded her head, "So long as you do the same thing, we have a deal."
"You know I'm making out of this shit-storm alive," she boasted, Miranda stealing a glance at her with an amused smirk.
"Then I believe we have ourselves a deal." The woman said, pulling Jack in for another kiss, "Because I want someone to celebrate surviving the war with, and I've got some high standards," Lawson informed Jack who rolled her eyes playfully after she'd pulled back, "I settle for nothing but the best."
Jack snorted, pretending that group of words hadn't just set her heart racing once more in her chest, and kissed Miranda on the collarbone. "Well it doesn't get any better than this Princess."
"I'm sure it doesn't."
AN: Real sorry this was almost a month long of a wait for an update, (just shy two days even) but it takes a certain feeling to write a smut chapter for me. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it! Perhaps some day there will be more Jackanda from me, but at the moment I have no plans. Thanks for the reviews thus far, but I'd especially love to hear what you think now that it's done! Thanks for reading!