Thread: Mass Attraction (Javorcek x ClearSight)

Sometimes miscalculations happened Jack wasn't a master strategist, but she was usually pretty adept at reading what people wanted and sensing what their desires were. Miranda's body obviously desired pleasure via an intimate and experienced touch. Jack knew it, she could feel the heat radiating off of her voluptuous form, feel the shivers that went through the Operative's body with every teasing touch, and could almost smell the heady aroma of the other woman's arousal in the air. But somehowdespite what her body seemed to want so desperately, Miranda still managed enough pride to act out against her. Even that was insanely sexy. The fact that Miranda was strong, a hell of a lot stronger than Jack had anticipated made her want to get the older woman screaming in ecstasy all the more. All of these sensations would have been unbearable for the younger biotic earlier but now that she was dominating, now that her mind was working so hard to win this little game, Jack's primal instincts had taken a back seat to her mind's fight for control and order. Unfortunately, that control was fucking up everything that she herself wanted. In an attempt to work Miranda into a little bit of a mind game, she had miscalculated the Operative's resolve and now she had to start dispensing some more consequences rather than start having some fun. Jack had given Miranda a choice verbalize what she wanted, or get nothing. And of course, prideful as she was, Miranda had decided to try to goad her on instead of begging to be fucked. So Jack had two options she could either push onward, continue this dance with Miranda and pretend that she had never uttered such an ultimatum, or she could be true to her word and just leave the stubborn bitch here to soak in her own juices and figure out what to do with her arousal on her own. Part of her was kicking herself for not choosing her words more wisely. But the fact of the matter was Jack didn't make idle threats. Son. Of. A. Bitch. 'Do my fucking worst?' Jack smirked, trying her best to appear confident even though she felt a little rattled by her own poor planning. She'd never dominated a woman as powerful or as prideful as Miranda before, and it was turning out to be much more difficult than she had anticipated. Fun, but difficult nonetheless. She took a little solace in the fact that this would surely not be their only time together. And they had quite a bit of time left on this ship, stuck in close quarters, Jack could be patient, she could wait it out and slowly chip at Miranda's outer shell until the Operative finally showed her the vulnerable, sexually depraved woman that was hiding underneath. Was that an order? I don't think you're in any position to be giving commands. The younger biotic taunted as an idea formed in her mind. Just because she had to pull away before giving Miranda any relief, didn't mean that she couldn't wind up the older woman a little bit tighter until she was about ready to snap. But you -do- look like you're in a position to be getting fucked. Jack's voice had dropped a touch lower as she leaned forward, nudging a few pieces of wet brown hair out of the way of Miranda's neck with her nose, giving off a surprisingly gentle and tender feeling nuzzling effect. But the tenderness didn't last all that long as Jack began to nibble and bite at the delicate porcelain flesh. Miranda was definitely going to have a couple of marks later, but it was nothing that some medigel and the collar of her uniform wouldn't be able to fix. Thoughpart of Jack hoped that Miranda wouldn't go off to the medbay to get the bites taken care of. She'd love for the Operative to have a nice little reminder of who she belonged to for the duration of this suicide mission. While Jack's mouth was at work leaving contrasting feelings of painful bites and relaxing brushes of soft lips and tongue against Miranda's neck, her hand moved back int place over the Operative's drenched sex. No matter how many times the older biotic tried to fling her hand away, Jack would always just let her digits go back right between her legs. She swiped lightly at the Operative's clit, rubbing it lightly in a few slow circles before her fingers drifted downwards to her slick entrance. Jack eased two fingers into her and began to slowly pump the slender digits in and out of Miranda's quivering folds. What's the matter Cheerleader? Me fingering you isn't enough to get you off? I bet you'd cum right away if I had a strap on on Jack murmured as she continued to mark almost the entire left side of Miranda's neck with little love bites. Her mouth worked it's way upwards, along Miranda's jawline and over towards her ear. I'd gladly bend you over that desk in your office and give you a nice hard fuck.make you cum so hard that you couldn't even stand. But you're just so stubborn Jack's voice drifted off and suddenly, the pumping of her fingers stopped and her hand withdrew from Miranda's clutching channel. Enjoy masturbating in your room to thoughts of me. Jack whispered, nipping Miranda's earlobe before abruptly releasing the older biotic's leg and pushing off her body at the same time, leaving Miranda there to collect her off-balance self as Jack stood up on her own two feet again. She took a couple of steps back and then turned on her heel so that she could step around the corner and head back into the showers. Jack still hadn't bathed after all and a quick shower would help clear her head and bask in the victory that came with leaving Miranda wet and wanting.