Thread: Mass Attraction (Javorcek x ClearSight)

Miranda was a rare type of woman, the kind who towered above the rest in nearly everything she did, and with that came strength and a pride that was definitely large enough to be considered hubris. It was her downfall, it had gotten Miranda into trouble and while she could usually manage to wade through whatever shit storm it brought upon her there was a first time for everything. For Miranda, right in that moment, it was the first time that anyone had ever pushed her to very close to the tipping point, so close to breaking down and letting what she wanted overwhelm the vast wall of pride shielding her from showing weakness. It was this teetering on the edge that had her whimpering gently as Jack nuzzled the back of her neck and began to nibble at her porcelain flesh. It was this dominant woman behind her forcing her stubbornness aside and powering through, making her whimper again as she felt bites on her sensitive flesh and instantly realized what marks would be left behind and how easily someone would know she had been with another person if they laid eyes on those marks, and what that would mean considering they hadn't docked in quite some time. Worse than any of that, much more difficult to accept than the physical pleasures and violations Jack was pushing on to her, was the reasoning being thrown at her. Miranda was burning with desire and a need for release, she couldn't ever remember being as horny as she was in that moment and part of her wanted to spin around and lock lips with Jack as she felt kisses along her jaw. A part of her that wanted to refuse it all tried to act disgusted but even if she could fool Jack she couldn't fool herself, the strong desire to turn and let Jack have her was nearly too much to hold back, that aching between her legs, the fact that she was being stimulated but not enough to find any release. It was driving her crazy and Jack seemed to have a nice grasp on that fact, taunting her with obvious questions, and then she said something that made Miranda swallow and shiver, strap on. Miranda would have been done long ago if Jack had such a device, Miranda was proud but even she knew there were certain things that couldn't be resisted, not when used by someone who had already proven herself to be quiet skilled and someone Miranda just happened to drool over under certain circumstances. Yet she still had enough strength left to verbally disagree, to spit and deny where her body was now openly agreeing, her hips rocking in the slightest with each maddening touch. Fuck you Jack, I'll never let you have the satisfaction... Her voice didn't carry much conviction however and while she would have said more everything crumbled the moment Jack withdrew, Miranda having to struggle not to slide to her knees on the floor and rise. Her legs were shaky, her arms were up against the wall as she tried to regain her balance, hot heavy breath spilling against the mirror in front of her, wet hair mattered to her delicate features. Miranda was a picture of lust in its most perfect form, like an instrument that had been warmed up perfectly and was ready for a performance that had been cancelled. Her eyes followed Jack as she turned the corner, watching her ass and sway of her hips, her own limbs starting to become more stable as she gave herself a moment, her eyes closing as she took a few slow deep breaths, not about to cry but completely worn down emotionally, mentally. She had barely lasted through that and then at the end, as if she had been hit by a fucking Krogan disappointment had shot through her. Yes, when Jack had stopped Miranda hadn't been happy, she didn't sneer and become smug or call out and taunt Jack, she felt disappointed on every level and she couldn't hide that feeling from herself. It was crushing, why the fuck did she feel that way? It hurt that pride she had so much of and yet she couldn't do anything about it, nor did she think Jack was wrong about what she would be doing in her room that night. Her fists balled again, nails settling in to the indents made earlier and a small pathetic growl, a sad pathetic whimper, escaped her lush lips. Then, with one final deep breath she seemed to settle, every ounce of frustration and instability was instantly bottled and Miranda stood up, legs still a tad shaky but not enough to affect her as she reached up and pushed hair out of her face. She then headed over and grabbed a towel, not rushing as she wiped her body down, especially her inner thighs soaked with more than mere water. Finally she grabbed her uniform and slid it on, tossing the towel to the side and walking out of the shower in a hasty manner, passing through the halls and immediately to her room. Miranda wasn't as fine as she appeared, there was still an internal struggle going on but she wouldn't let it show, she refused for others to know anything had happened to her, and as part of that she would be damned if she was going to the infirmary. The good doctor was always around and if not someone else would surely see her and be curious what she was doing in there, as Miranda tended to stay clear of that place, it upheld that image of perfection she always tried to keep. No, she simply had to remember to keep her neck covered to avoid anyone seeing just what the fuck was underneath her collar, those fucking marks, fucking Jack. Of course Miranda wasn't going to just stand around, she wanted to move past and forget, so she locked her door and went right over to her desk, beginning to try and do a little work as she continued to cool down and tried to distract herself. It worked for the most part, focusing on work helped Miranda's mind drift away from what had happened, save the occasional flash and heating between her loins. However the moment she was finished, as exhaustion began to set in, her mind became less compartmentalized and she found her thoughts drifting right back to Jack, to what had been done to her, to what hadn't been. By the time she made her way to the bed, uniform on the floor and Miranda in clothing suitable for sleeping, her lust had flared up. Fuck... Jack... You fucking bitch. Those words and many others passed through her lips for the next hour, Miranda pleasuring herself, soft moans and incredible pleasure running through her body in that time and yet nothing, she never climaxed, her body was expecting more and more was not something Miranda could give it. She had no practice on herself, she was always too self-absorbed to give it to another, and it was almost awkward trying to compete with what Jack had done to her. So after one frustrating fucking hour she growled, got made enough to obliterate a small pillow out of anger, and turned over to doze off, an entire night, that was going to be just as full of Jack as her day, ahead of her.