Thread: Mass Attraction (Javorcek x ClearSight)

Jack's strength wasn't anything to joke about, she had Miranda pinned down firmly enough that no matter how much she bucked or squirmed there was nothing she could do to get away. She just had to wait, wait long enough that Jack slipped up and when that happened she would be home free. Sure Jack was strong, she had skills in close-quarters-combat that put Miranda to shame, but Miranda was skilled enough that a single mistake by Jack, a single moment of weakness would end the advantage Jack had over her. Of course one other thing she could do was make a risky play, her biotic energy, it would be difficult to do anything refined in her current position but if she built up enough perhaps she could get Jack off of her, even if it hit her pretty hard as well. So she grit her teeth and smirked up at Jack as biotic energy began to build up inside of her, hands glowing blue as she challenge Jack to stay, dared her to call the bluff that was a point blank biotic attack that wouldn't be anything but a gamble. It was proof of how backed into a corner Jack had her, that she was so desperate that there was nothing she could do but play the odds and hope she came out ahead. Yet before she could finish building up anything the most unexpected change happened, Jack's thigh got pressed in between her legs and brought out a surprised sharp breath. Her body shivered and she swallowed hard as a powerful realization was rubbed in her face by Jack, her arousal pointed out and in that moment she was more humiliated than she had been when Jack defeated her in front of the crew. Other didn't even have to know but Jack knowing she had caused arousal in Miranda, that was a humiliation that topped any other she could remember. It wasn't because Jack was a degenerate, not that she was unattractive because that wasn't true, but it was because Miranda was supposed to be able to control herself and despite struggling she was incredibly turned on. It wasn't just the time without a lover, it wasn't the frustration aboard the ship, she found herself more turned on than she ever was, there was a primal feel to it that Miranda never let out, Jack was one of the only people to ever be around her and stay strong, not to quiver and buckle beneath her personality and abilities, it was exhilarating and she couldn't help but feel like Jack could see it, see right through her and know how much she was feeling it. Her mind refused to cooperate as easily however and as Jack called her a depraved slut, pushed at her pride she found herself snarling, looking up into Jack's eyes and barking at her in that emotional manner that while unusual was incredibly sexy. You called me a depraved slut because my body reacts to stimulation? Hah, further proof of your lack of intelligence. Perhaps you should instead think about how desperate and sad you are for putting your disgusting desires for me over the anger at being insulted and pointed out as the piece of shit you are. As strong as Miranda was trying to come off she instead came off as the opposite, as weak and desperate as her insults and barking was just that, bark without bite or conviction, Jack would no doubt see through it, Miranda would have if she had been the one on the receiving end, she would be laughing and she knew it, which began to make her feel a bit helpless. Then the condition came, the condition for Jack stopping, and Miranda snarled louder than ever, still slowly building up a massive amount of biotic energy. Fuck you. Her voice was ice cold but then moments later she let a small muffled moan escape her lips, a feminine and almost whining moan as it came out despite her efforts to hold it in. J-Just fuck off, I'll die before I beg you for anything. You think you'll break me with this? Just try you deranged whore. And just moments before she would have her attack ready it all stopped, her biotic energy dissipated and her back arched as her firm pink nipple was enveloped by a set of incredible lips, warmth causing ripples through her skin. She moaned rather audibly, the surprise of the action catching her off guard and a deep uncharacteristic blush touched her cheeks matched by a growl and a another attempt to struggle free now that her plans had completely fallen apart, which only served to make the teeth grazing her nipple provide another ripple of sensation and another little moan, this time stifled by Miranda. At that Jack stopped moving, her looked up at Jack with a look she had never shown before to the best of her knowledge, it was cute in a way and expressed just how little control she felt she had in that moment. She almost looked smaller and she locked eyes with Jack. Fuck you. Her voice wasn't as strong as usual and the fire in her eyes was still there but the cold hard stare packed with confidence was dwindling. In that moment she found herself unsure, not knowing how to get away and finding her body quivering in anticipation for what would be coming next, quivering at the hint of a touch before she even felt skin against skin. Her flesh was warm to the touch, the weight Jack provided atop her was almost pleasant, and she hated all of that. So what are you going to do Jack? She paused, not knowing what else to do but see how far Jack was willing to take this, she was too proud to say the word mercy but that didn't stop her from hoping it would stop before it went any further, before she had to make a decision between her pride and being used, and Miranda never let another person use her, dominate her, it was not who Miranda was or had always been. Yet there was a thrill to it and she knew her body would be fighting her, already was fighting her, and Jack had already picked that truth out.