Thread: Mass Attraction (Javorcek x ClearSight)

As Jack sauntered away, part of her was very aware of the feminine sway that her hips had she absolutely abhorred it. She always had tended to move with a delicate, feline grace when her feet weren't being weighed down by heavy combat boots that always caused more of a stompingmarching gait. But she couldn't help her natural walk, at least not without the aid of clunky boots and baggy pants, and now that she was naked, Miranda had a chance to actually see some of the girlishness that Jack tried so desperately to hide. Her hips had quite the feminine flare to them her whole body formed quite a nice hourglass shape in fact. And if she wasn't so incredibly skinny from prison and her stint in cry, she probably would have had some nice curves. But as it was, her breasts were tiny, and her small bottom was tight and muscular, not jiggling an inch as she walked towards the still running shower. Her ears strained as she tried to pick up the sounds of Miranda moving about the bathroom behind her, but it was very difficult with the sound of running water echoing off the tiled walls. Finally though, she managed to hear the whoosh of the door opening and closing, signaling that she was now all on her own. Ughnow all on her own and suddenly very not horny. With a soft groan of displeasure, she placed her head against the cool tile and reached down to lightly glide through the swollen lips of her sex. She was wet, dripping, her clit was straining and throbbingand yetfor whatever reason, she didn't -want- to touch herself. What the fuck was going on?! Jack had the sex drive of a teenage boy that had just eaten an entire bottle of Viagara! She should -want- to finger herself into oblivion, to take away this aching throb between her legs and find a little relief. But as she lightly stroked and caressed her aching button in an attempt to get a positive reaction out of her body, nothing came. All she had was the urge to go curl up into bed and take a nap. Maybe the sparring match from Miranda had taken a lot more from her than she had realized That had to be it, no, that was it, she was too tired to masturbate, of course! It couldn't possibly be anything else. And so Jack just wrote off the weird way her body was acting and finished up in the shower, then headed down to her bunk to catch up on the extranet news and then catch a lil shut eye. --- She wasn't fucking tired. Jack had been staring up at the ceiling in the dimly lit hole that was the Engineering sub-deck for at least 4 hours now. She had no urge to move, she had no urge to do anything at all really not even screw around on her Omnitool. It wasn't odd for her to not want to sleep. The young biotic was actually afraid of sleeping for too longusually she just took a couple of naps whenever she could to get by. That was probably one of the reasons she was still so scrawny, even though she ate a ton of food during meal times her body just burned through calories like newspaper in it's attempt to keep her awake and going due to her odd sleep schedule. It usually takes a person 90 minutes to reach the REM stage of sleep, and so Jack tried her hardest to not sleep for anything longer than that hour and a half. REM meant dreams, and dreams meant nightmares, at least for the young test subject. She'd already busted up 3 cots during her short stay on the Normandy when her biotics had flared during her sleep, causing her to send out concentrated bursts of power without meaning to. The Engineers did their best to stay clear of her when she was in her 'room', especially when they thought that she was asleep. And on the off chance that she actually did sleep for more and an hour and a half and had night terrors, they would notify Shepard or Chakwas. Shepard had PTSD, just like her, though for different reasons, and would attempt to wake her up and talk her down from whatever state of confusion she was in so that her screams didn't freak out the Engineers and they could do their work. Chakwas on the other hand would just give her a heavy sedative so that she could catch up on all the REM sleep she had missed without worrying about the dreams. But Jack hated needles, and hated doctors though Chakwas was a nice old lady, so she could sort of deal with her, and wouldn't take the sedative unless Shepard held her down while the doctor stuck her with a needle. So here she was, stuck, awake, unmotivated to do anything. And as she laid there, staring up into nothingness, her thoughts would begin to wander and of course, they'd settle onto the gorgeous and infuriatingly stubborn bitch that had been trapped in her arms moments ago. Not trappedshe -chose- to stay there Jack kept replaying the events in the bathroom over and over again. Miranda had definitely had many opportunities to really inflict some damage on Jack and escape. Or she could have just cried 'mercy' and Jack would have let her go. The Operative had had the power to end the whole scenario on her own terms and yetand yet she had either consciously or subconsciously given up her control to Jack and the scene had ended on Jack's terms terms which she was still kicking herself over. Why the fuck had she thought that Miranda would give in so easily?! AGH, FUCK! Jack groaned, tossing and turning in her shitty cot in an attempt to wear herself out but to no avail. All she could do was think about what happened in the showers and wonder. Her vantage point had been too biasedshe was unable to make the call on whether or not Miranda -truly- had wanted all that had been forced on her, or if she really was just such a stubborn, hard-headed bitch that she'd let herself get raped by a psychotic biotic rather than say 'mercy'. EDI. Do you keep footage of all areas of the ship, even the bathrooms? Jack called out to the ship's computer. The fucking thing was creepy. Yes. I have cameras installed all over the Normandy for monitoring purposes. However, recordings gained from private areas such as crew quarters and restrooms may only be accessed by administrative personnel. The AI chirped happily in response. Fuck Jack wracked her brain. She didn't have administrative clearance.And then it hit her Shepard had made Miranda give her clearance to see Cerberus top secret files! Originally it had just been intended for the use for her to snoop around the files revolving Pragia, but Jack was pretty sure that she could get EDI to give her other files, like the video feed of the bathroom when Jack had been in there with Miranda. EDI. Shepard gave me clearance to see Cerberus files, right? So I wanna see the footage you have of the bathroom, when I was in it with Miranda. There was a pause, as though the AI were actually -thinking- about Jack's request and whether or not she should obey it. As you wish. Uploading the files to your Omnitool now. It is of note, because the files involve Operative Lawson, I will be notifying her of your request. Oh, please do. Jack grinned as her Omnitool lit up. It was a little unnerving how the AI could get into her private Omnitool so easily, but Jack wasn't going to worry about that now. Now she had some video to watch!