Thread: Mass Attraction (Javorcek x ClearSight)

Miranda had been instantly aware of how angry she had made Jack, even before she roared in disbelief. It was why she had decided to leave the shower, she didn't feel like sitting there and listening to the girl rage on about it, and she honestly felt a bit bad after what she had said, how far she had taken it. In fact, while Miranda was far from scared she was aware of how mad that could make Jack, she had witnessed how big of a trigger -Subject Zero- could be and it was not something she used for that reason. It was one of those words that easily pushed Jack over that upset line and right into furious, made her choices become rash which made Miranda's life far more difficult that it should be. So she had decided to move out of the room, the area where Jack was sure to work out the anger she was currently feeling, the seething fury building up within her. That was not to be had however, Miranda's luck wasn't good enough to allow her to get from the room before it all spilled out, she had gone too far for Jack to let her leave and work out her anger on her own, which was what Miranda would have preferred. So as a shockwave was launched her way Miranda quickly turned, launching her own little shockwave and thinking it would be just enough to block it but she was mistaken. Whatever Jack had done her shockwave was incredibly powerful and it knocked Miranda back into one of the walls, which she quickly popped off of, instantly in a combat mode, partly out of a surprise close to fear from the strength of the biotic attack. That was the kind of raw power Miranda simply couldn't muster, one of the things Jack had on her in certain situations, and as impressive as that power was it was not something Miranda was excited about being on the wrong side of. However as in combat mode as she was suddenly she was still listening, soaking in what Jack was saying. Miranda had always believed Jack had liked killing, perhaps one of the mistakes only knowing a person by her file would allow, because Miranda hadn't tried to really know Jack, she had simply read her file, watched her actions and attitude, and made her judgements on who the young woman was. She seemed to be proven quite wrong as Jack made it clear she would give up everything to be normal, the point driven home and having her off balance as she was taken to the ground hard. She winced as her body hit the hard floor and was immediately pinned. She looked up, her eyes hardened but she didn't struggle as hard immediately, she just waited to see what Jack would do, ready to strike or take advantage to turn the tables but knowing a strength attempt wouldn't work in that moment. In fact she found herself shiver slightly as Jack's skin rubbed against hers, the feeling of a warm body atop her something she hadn't had in quite some time. It had been a remarkably long time since Miranda had been so close with another person, and she had always preferred women, especially the smaller cute ones and Jack fit her preferences in the oddest of ways. However her desire for contact didn't override what the situation was, Miranda didn't go soft or lose her head, she in wasn't about to let Jack beat her face in just because she happened to shiver as her nipples brushed against Jack's. Get the fuck off me. Her voice was cold but not quite as calm as usual, her arms struggling against Jack's, which were pinning her down, but not being able to get out using strength alone. It was similar to their fight in the ring, in front of the ship, Jack had already proven her close quarters superiority and that made Miranda a tad nervous. She wouldn't be giving up, that wasn't who Miranda was, but she had to try more than freeing her arms with raw power, one of the few things Jack was completely ahead of her in. Options were limited however, there was only so much one could do when in a position similar to Miranda's, pinned down to the ground by someone stronger and who knew how to fight. She had Jack's body weight on her, which severed as the most present reminder of their lack of clothing, that feeling of flesh rubbing up against her was causing a small reaction she had no control over. As much control as Miranda had over her body, while she didn't moan or squirm, while she didn't find herself looking for anything at all, she was a bit wet. She couldn't help it, there was such a wide gap between her last time with someone and then, in fact she hadn't even taken care of herself in a lengthy period of time, she had ignored her body and the visual and physical stimuli were causing much stronger reactions than they should have been. Not that it mattered, Miranda wasn't going to act on any of it, maybe later if she had time after getting back to her room, but right now Jack's infuriated state had her more concerned and she didn't have any idea what to do about it, not when Jack seemed about ready to beat her senseless. So she did the only thing she could, and it wasn't a good option. Without warning Miranda started to squirm and flail, her arms pushing up and to the side, trying to rip themselves from Jack's firm grip. Her legs were trying to find anything to push off of or use a part of Jack's body to get some leverage on the younger woman but the older biotic had no luck, Jack's mount of her was so that she couldn't. Finally she was bucking and squirming, her body ultimately just rubbing Jack's as she did that but she was attempting to throw the girl off her in truth. The older biotic had simply made a mistake, taunting Jack and insulting her to that extent had been a mistake, one even Miranda could admit, at least to herself, so she needed to escape the situation because Jack's unpredictable nature could be the nail in her coffin. In fact, she was getting so desperate, nothing else having worked, the older biotic was considering a short range biotic blast, her hand beginning to light up blue to show just how cornered Jack had her. Of course that desperation was nowhere to be seen in her eyes, there was more concentration and fire in those eyes and a smirk on her lips that attempted to throw Jack off her game by irritating the young woman. Then of course there was the rest of her, perfect features, hair clinging to her skin, a few strands in her face which looked intentional by how sexy that made her, her firm naked body making her age seem like a useless number, she was remarkable and at the moment she was squirming under Jack, fighting back with spirit and confidence, perhaps the only person who could engage Jack, aside from Shepard or a Krogan, and find themselves not terrified or in a spiral of hopelessness.