Thread: Mass Attraction (Javorcek x ClearSight)

She had to give it to Miranda she was definitely stubborn as hell. A normal person would have probably thrown in the towel by now, but the older biotic was willing to put up a fight until the end. Jack could definitely respect that. That sort of perseverancewhether it was spurred on by pride or an urge to be the best was actually kind of sexy Fuck, stop squirming! GYAAAHHHH stupid fucking Cerberus Pavlovian experimentation bullshit!!!! Jack was screaming inside of her own skull, becoming infuriated by how her body was betraying her as she tried to soak in this moment of victory. As Miranda wriggled and bucked underneath her, trying her best to throw Jacks wiry form off of her, the Convict could feel her bloodlust turning into sexual lust. Dont moan. Dont moan. Dont motherfucking moan! Mirandas ass felt absolutely -incredible- as it rocked back into her pelvis, giving just the right amount of friction so that the tingling she felt all over her skin suddenly concentrated itself right between her legs. It was everything Jack could do to control herself to bite back moans that threatened to come out unbidden, and to keep her body from bucking forward in an attempt to seek more of the delicious little bit of pleasure she was receiving. Her only saving grace was that Miranda kept throwing elbows which caused Jack to grunt and groan in pain as she struggled with the Cerberus operative, trying to get her to submit. Heh, this bitch is really so stubborn shes going to make me break her arm. Jack had an image to maintain. She couldnt just not- break Mirandas arm, then shed look like a softie. But all the confusing signals running though her mind and body were making her hesitate. She wanted to break her arm, she needed- to break it, needed to hear the sound of ligaments tearing, of bones crunchingit would keep her high going. But now her damn vagina was distracting her her entire lower half seemed to wish that things were different, that Jack was hooked up to a sensation-transmitting strap-on and fucking Miranda so roughly that the Operative would scream in pleasure rather than pain. It was maddening to be caught somewhere between high and horny. Thankfully Shepard broke up the fight before Jack did something stupid like try to get Miranda out of that damn catsuit so she could start marking that porcelain flesh with rough bites. GAAAHHHH!!!! The young biotic was running on instinct. Her pupils were dilated, all her senses were heightened, and all she wanted was to be ontop of Miranda again, though the part of her conscious mind that was still running knew that was a very, -very- bad idea. Shepard held onto her as she struggled for a moment, needing to be restrained from pursuing anymore fighting, the sweetest drug that Jack could possibly get outside of some crazy alien shit thatll blow your mind on Omega. Even as she came down from her high, her head was buzzing with that damn warm, tingly sensation. She tried to stay for more of PT even after Miranda left. But whoever said that exercise relieved sexual tension was a goddamn liar, because the more she worked out, the more wound up she got. I need to go.... Jack muttered to Shepard after the ache between her legs had grown so bad it had almost become painful. She needed to go take care of herself before she pounced ontop of someone. Probably Shepard, because everyone else she couldnt fucking stand. Jack wasnt into aliens, yeah shed tried it, but she hadnt liked it. And sleeping with a Cerberus drone? Forget about it. Even she wasnt that desperate. Alright, go see Chakwas. That elbow to the ribs looked like it really hurt. Dismissed. Even before Shepard had finished properly dismissing her, Jack was mobile. She was heading out of the Hangar Bay and towards the elevator so that she could stop by her floor to get a change of clothes and then hit the showers. You know the best part about being a tattooed ex-Convict? No one wants to share the communal showers with you eveerrrr. It was like the women aboard the Normandy just knew- when Jack was in the shower and avoided the bathroom at all costs, as though they were afraid that some sort of crazy lesbian jail scene was going to happen. Pffftstupid bitches. Yeah, she treated sex casually, but she wasnt about to sleep with one of these Cerberus lap dogs. Even deranged psychopaths have standards. Jack hurriedly grabbed a fresh change of clothes and then headed up one level so that she could get into the showers for a little private time. She groaned softly as she heard the sound of running water. Wellwhateverwhoever it was would probably just split as soon as they saw Jacks tattooed form in their peripheral vision. She wasnt shy about her body, not one bit. So after setting her spare clothes off to the side, she quickly stripped down to nothing and tossed her old clothes down the hamper chute. And then she rounded the corner, only to be treated to the sight of Miranda Lawsons perfect rear and slick body covered in water. Son of a bitch All she wanted, was a little alone time to deal with her needs, and now Miranda was here, ruining yet another thing that Jack wanted. Masturbating infront of someone else was a little crude, even for Jack. So she needed someway to get Miranda out of here Shit She knew that the Operative would be stubborn and stick around to show that she wasnt afraid of Jack in the showers. She wouldnt turn tail and run like all the other woman aboard the Normandy did. So maybemaybe she could do something to make her uncomfortable and retreat to her office so that Jack could have the showers to herself? The gears started to turn and the best plan Jack could come up with on such short notice was to infringe upon the Ice Queens personal space. As far as Jack knew through the grapevine, Miranda didnt keep any lovers. So she was probably uptight, frigid, and would probably swallow her pride and retreat if Jack made a pass at her. And if Miranda freaked out and tattled to Shepard about it, then Jack would just get another scolding that included this is a military vessel, not a prison playground yadda yadda yadda. Feeling as though she had nothing to lose and everything to gain, Jack silently snuck up behind the Cerberus Operative. She grasped Miranda tightly by the hips and pressed forwards, fitting the front of her wiry body as snuggly against Mirandas more curvy one as she could. Feel like going for round 2, Cheerleader?