Thread: Mass Attraction (Javorcek x ClearSight)

Jack brought out the worst in Miranda, she would go from calm and collected to bitchy and cruel very quickly, and it didn't make any sense. Sure there was a hatred between her and Jack and while Cerberus explained Jack's dislike of her, Miranda had no solid reason to hate Jack. Sure the woman could get on her nerves, in fact she was a fucking genius at doing so, but usually Miranda could brush those people off. Loyalty to Cerberus wasn't the reason, she was use to people disliking Cerberus and while she believed The Illusive Man and Cerberus was a worthy cause she didn't agree with everything, she didn't agree with what had been done with Jack. And yet she found herself constantly berating her, getting angry quick, trying to hurt the young girl whenever she was around. And of course it was staring her in the face the entire time, and as she held back another moan she began to deny it before it even formed in her head, the truth, that sexual tension was the only reasonable explanation. Miranda didn't want to be attracted to Jack, she liked control and order, always had, but there was ample proof otherwise, Miranda thinking back on all the passing glances, how she became after their little interactions, and immediately she growled up, her own thoughts pissing her off. However as pissed off as she was internally Jack hadn't given her much chance to say anything until she began speaking again and Miranda just stared up at her, the idea of figuring out what was coming keeping her quiet. The answer was not what Miranda was looking for but before she could bark anything up at Jack the woman's strong hand was laced into her hair and yanked her head back, her neck stretched and a small groan of pain escaping her lips. Miranda wasn't ashamed of expressing pain, she wouldn't show it under certain situations but she didn't see it as weakness, pain was normal and unavoidable, in the end it only mattered how much you could endure that determined what kind of person you were, not how little noise someone made. Ugh, you bitch. She growled, though it was soon turned into just another little whimper as Jack brushed her lips over Miranda's sensitive neck. Miranda had always been sensitive, more than most people, and after not having her needs tended to in some time even that playful teasing of her neck had her squirming gently beneath Jack, and she looked disgusted in herself when she had a moment to try and regain composure. Miranda was not supposed to be cute, she was not supposed to be weak or unable to keep her cool, she was the Ice Queen and while it wasn't a particularly flattering nickname it was one she liked to have. It implied control over herself and a strength she was proud of. Yet here she was whimpering and moaning to the touch of another person, completely outplayed and pinned down by a young girl, and one that didn't have an ounce of fear or even respect of her that could be seen. It made her feel helpless, but the worst part, it was that she didn't hate the feeling. She snarled with a quick Bullshit when Jack said she would be begging by the end of the night. Of all things Miranda was sure of, or had faith in, it was that she wouldn't be begging for a damn thing. Yet there was part of Miranda that knew Jack could see through her and it was making her nervous, more due to her not knowing what would happen, if she could keep herself under control or if this little assault on her better judgement was going to win out. Whatever the case when she was freed she didn't take immediate advantage like she would have minutes before, she didn't throw Jack, kick her, use a biotic attack, in fact her eyes were closed. She was trying to get herself under control by not looking at what was being done to her, but it didn't work, in fact it only intensified each feeling she received from the curious fingers, and she had even relaxed enough that the hand in her hair felt almost pleasant, a reminded that she was not the one in control that she found herself appreciating. Miranda had never been in such a position, not a single time in her life had she been sexually dominated, nobody had been strong enough to and she had no interest in looking. It was new and it was threatening who she was, and yet as frightening as that was, to have Jack be the reason she did something she never would have before, she couldn't pull herself away. So she didn't escape, didn't try to get Jack off of her, hell she barely even realized she had that option. Instead she opened her eyes and looked down, a hard swallow as she noticed the biotics, her legs starting to spread on their own. Yet panic set in as that happened and while she wasn't as forceful or combative as she could have been Miranda suddenly had the urge to stop what was happening, even if pulling away still wasn't the thought on her mind. Instead she felt the strong need to take back some of the control, not being able to give it all up so easily even if deep down she needed someone to take it, to take her and make her submit, to tame her and give her what she refused to seek out for herself. So her legs shut and as incredible as the initial hit of whatever Miranda had been doing with her fingers was it had been cut short. Instead she moved one leg into position and pushed Jack off her, at the same time moving a hand up and trying to remove Jack's hand from her hair before the woman could grip down. Her actions weren't brutal or efficient however, in that moment Miranda was more of a normal person nervous about what was happening to her than the confident badass she usually portrayed, and even if her speed and strength was the same as normal the intent behind it didn't have any of the kick it usually did, and her body was still eager for what he mind was currently having trouble accepting. No, this isn't going to happen. Her voice seemed as unsure as her actions implied Miranda was about saying no, and of course, even if she said no and refused the situation, she didn't say the one word she actually knew would set her free. She simply began to attempt to stop what Jack was doing to her out of fear, fear that if it continued she would not be the person she always way, and hell even that someone could walk in and see her being fucked by Jack. And yet it really wasn't her choice, she wasn't saying the word and so she was basically still resigned to her fate.