Thread: Mass Attraction (Javorcek x ClearSight)

No! Jack snarled as her mind ran through ways to end this fight so that it was lights out for Miranda. Fuck no she wasn't going to get the fuck off of her!!! If Jack backed down now, Miranda would kick her ass if the younger biotic gave her any leverage. Jack was going to win this...once she figured out how. Here was the problem Jack was -stuck- in this position. If she released Miranda's wrists in order to free her own hands for an attack, Miranda would blast her with her biotics. If she adjusted her body weight so that she could knee or kick her opponent, the Operative would have a good chance of knocking an unbalanced Jack over and turning the tides of this fight. Maybe she could headbutt her and break her face...? Stop fucking moving! The younger woman hissed in irritation as Miranda began to flail around underneath her, drawing her out of her thoughts. Jack's emotions were so easy to change and whether or not Miranda knew it, she was morphing the Convict's rage into something else. Two seconds ago Jack had wanted nothing more than to end Miranda's life...and now for whatever reason, she couldn't even remember what the hell they were fighting about in the first place. Her mind was now being bombarded with the pleasant sensation of having Miranda's soft, smooth skin slipping and sliding against her own, of how badly she wanted to reach down and take one of those hardening nipples into her mouth to tease in retaliation for how they so wonderfully tormented her own with their light brushes. Miranda's soft, feminine pants and huffs of exertion were even more maddening Jack had always enjoyed the company of the fairer sex...mostly because of how much more vocal women were in comparison to men. And now all she craved was getting Miranda to scream in ecstacy, not pain. Perhaps the worst part of all this was Miranda's bucking how her curvy hips rocked and put such a delicious bit of friction against her own neglected sex. The way her mound managed to nudge the lips of Jack's core, forcing the sensitive nub of her clit to be pulled just the slightest bit from the upwards motion...it made Jack noticeably shiver as she fought for the remnants of control. And to not make a jackass of herself and moan in the middle of a brawl. Think...of something else... -Anything- else. This is Miranda. She's horrible, terrible. GAH! Why the fuck did it have to be Miranda?!?! I hate Miranda! But finally Jack felt it and was lost the heat and warmth radiating from between Miranda's legs, as well as a slickness that wasn't quite the same as water from the shower...it was different, with the consistency of a light oil, and -warm-...almost like... Fuck! Miranda was actually getting turned on by this!! Well...her body was anyways. Jack doubted that the Ice Queen's 'refined' mind could handle things like carnal desires. But Jack, raw, crazy, impulsive, Jack knew that Miranda was actually -enjoying- this. Which she supposed wasn't all that strange. They were two naked women writhing against one another on the floor of the showers, stuck on a ship with no one that matched them to sleep with. And Jack was dominating her...showing a spine rather than cowering to Miranda's whim the way her previous partners probably had. Most women found domination to be quite the turn on...did Miranda feel that way too? She was going to run with this...see how far she could push this whole debacle. Jack's life was full of bad choices -especially- when she stopped thinking and listened to shit like her heart...or even worse, her hormones. This was going to be a -really- bad choice. You think you're so much better than me, huh? Jack growled as she quickly adjusted herself so that her thigh was now firmly pressed between Miranda's legs. And what's this, hmm? What would the crew think if they knew that Ms. Perfect gets off to struggling with the degenerate of the ship. Jack shifted her weight so that she put a little more pressure against Miranda's wrists to help reinforce the idea that she wasn't going anywhere. And then she began to work her thigh between Miranda's legs, letting the soft flesh of her leg rub against the Operative's slick heat. Who would have thought you'd be such a depraved little slut behind closed doors. Jack was taunting, but also choosing her words very carefully. It was hard, soooooooooo hard to not be overtly rude and cruel to Miranda. But she was trying her hardest to embarrass and humiliate the older biotic in a gentler, more sensual way in order to try to get her to submit rather than piss her off. After all, Jack had been a victim, she wouldn't willingly force all that bullshit on anyone else. But if Miranda made the decision to submit...well...Jack would gladly take her control away and show her a world of pleasure, if only for a little while. They could go back to hating eachother afterwords. But for now, Jack had -a lot- of sexual frustration that needed venting, and she was pretty sure Miranda felt the same way. But still...it wouldn't hurt to be a little more positive. If you want me to stop Cheerleader, all you have to do is say 'Mercy'. Jack murmured softly as she leaned down, finally taking one of those coral pink nipples that beckoned to her into her warm, wet mouth. Her tongue expertly flicked against the tip as those great big doe eyes looked up at Miranda to check on her. The younger biotic knew that the safeword she had chosen was unfair, that Miranda would never cry for mercy even if she was threatened with bodily harm. But...maybe she'd do it here, now that it was only her and Jack not like earlier where it had been her, Jack, and half the crew of the Normandy. Say 'Mercy', and I leave you the fuck alone. I promise. her teeth grazed lightly against Miranda's hardened nipple as she spoke. Jack had learned at a young age that there were few things that you have in this world at are yours no matter what anyone else does to you your name, your honor, and your word. While most wouldn't expect much from a Convict, Jack's word was actually -binding-. If she promised something, she meant it. And as proof, her word was the -only- thing that kept her on this vessel...she had made a promise to Shepard to not kill anyone, to see all this crazy shit with the Collectors through to the end in exchange for some help on Pragia. The Commander had kept up her part of the deal, and now Jack was going to keep up hers. And now she had made a promise to Miranda if Miranda wanted her to stop, all she had to do was say 'Mercy.'... But Jack hoped to whatever deity is out there that she didn't. Jack needed this right now...and she had a feeling that Miranda did too.