Thread: Mass Attraction (Javorcek x ClearSight)

Miranda was absolutely furious and even as the hot water washed over her she was completely lost in her head. She had always had a complex, as much as she would never admit it she had a need for control due to how little she had in her life previously. The need to control everything led her to need to be the best, so that no matter the situation, no matter how hopeless or difficult a situation could get that she could overcome and keep it all under her realm of control. Every aspect of her life had that aspect to it, she took care of so many things simply because she couldn't stand to let others do it, unable to trust them completely. With Shepard it was a bit different, Shepard was skilled enough to trust, but even then she had a tendency to check over everything, to make sure it was all being handled well enough. This led Miranda to train harder than almost anyone else despite being so naturally gifted, she trained and studied, worked and did everything in her power to keep it all together. And yet it wasn't enough, it was never enough and on days where she was reminded of that fact she felt it pretty hard, those emotions she kept so bundled up seeped through and she found herself unable to control herself completely. That was how it felt to be defeated by Jack, a person who by all means didn't really try. Perhaps it was the difference where, however twisted it was, Jack had a passion for combat, for fighting and beating others in combat, for killing. Whatever it was it had led to Miranda feeling that helpless feeling, being trapped beneath the young woman, humiliated in front of the entire crew, her reputation being smacked around and there was nothing she could do about it, she had been utterly crushed. An uncharacteristic rash decision had led to her losing, undefeated going out the window, Jack defeating her, Miranda had been writhing on the floor beneath her like a bug trapped in a glass. Just thinking about it had her gritting her teeth and she wanted nothing more than to find a way to put Jack back in her place, regain that control that had been ripped away from her, and not allow her arrogance to lead to something so ridiculous as moving in close when she knew her real strength was tactical and range, not brawling with someone who enjoyed the thrill of hand to hand combat like Jack. She growled to herself in the shower, washing her hair with her usual delectable smelling shampoo, sweet but subtle enough to fit her character. She was about to wash the rest of herself when she heard footsteps behind her, another person coming to shower. Miranda was not shy around other people, she was elegant and refined but that didn't mean she was ashamed to allow others to see her body, she had no reason to be. So she ignored it, continuing on her own business, not giving a damn who else was in there, though she was slightly upset about losing the private time she had so desperately needed after the humiliation. She simply hoped they didn't strike up a conversation, Miranda wasn't really up to talk to anyone, more so than usual. Then again nobody ever really talked to her, Miranda was the Ice Queen and people had learned they wouldn't get much from her with casual conversation and were generally intimidated enough not to bother, though now after her defeat that could have changed. What she hadn't been expected was Jack however, one of the few people aboard the ship who had no fucking problem speaking to her or getting close to her. Jack was the last person Miranda wanted to see, she didn't want to talk to the woman who had just made her look like a weak fool in front of the entire ship and she snarled, especially when Jack grasped her tightly by the hips and invaded her personal space. Round two? Are you fucking joking? Her voice was cold, angry, more emotional than Miranda ever got in front of another person, or at least it had been some time since she had sounded like that. She snarled again, reaching down and grabbing Jack's hand to remove it but not being able to be so civil, instead she gripped it tight and flung it off, doing the same to the other before turning around slowly and glaring at Jack, anger swelling up inside her. You probably feel so proud of yourself after winning but guess what, you shouldn't be. If we were using weapons, in an open space, with any form of strategy other than who has the manlier body you would have lost. I mean you have the tactical sense of a child and the marksmanship skills of an infant... She looked Jack up and down and gave a small smirk but said nothing. In truth she actually found Jack quite attractive. On the rare day where she was in a good mood and not entirely stressed or immediately taunted by Jack she had found herself staring. Hell Miranda was pretty damn sexually frustrated though. Something about Jack was strangely sexy though, her small breasts were cute, hot, the tattoos gave her a bit of a dangerous feel and fit her quite nicely, the shaved head worked oddly enough, but really it was her natural beauty and youth that allowed it to all pull together in a feminine way despite her many efforts to make it appear otherwise. She was in no mood to flatter Jack, not that she ever would aloud but her mind quickly pushed it away as well, her hands going up and pushing Jack away from her. Now how about you show some common decency and not feel up another woman in the shower. Think you can accomplish that or is it beyond your abilities? She didn't wait for an answer and instead just snarled and turned back to the water and walked beneath it, her body still needing to be cleaned. Miranda's pride and anger had her dismiss Jack when she should have been paying far more attention. Jack was not the type of person to simply give up, Miranda knew that and yet in her angered state, where she needed as much control as she could get, she found herself figuring her little display would whip Jack in shape. Then again she wasn't completely done, she did have one more thing to say, even if it was a dumb thing to do, she just couldn't help herself at the moment, Jack brought out the worst in her, and by that it was the side of her with less control, that let her emotions slip, Jack just had that effect on her, to piss her off. Then again I guess you were never taught manners... Perhaps then you would have turned out better. Miranda didn't even really mean it, in fact she regretted saying it the moment she had, even for her it was horrible, but she didn't apologize or show remorse, she simply went about her business and continued on so she could get away from Jack as soon as possible, still irked about the loss.