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Jack'n'Miri

Chapter One: Hate and Loathing

Shepard was walking angrily to the Normandy's elevator, being

quite sick of having to moderate her crew's pissing matches every

single time two of them wanted to take each other apart. The

first few times were somewhat amusing, so she did it with some

enthusiasm , the more often it happened though, the more it

became about Jane preventing them from tearin a hole into

Normandy's hull.

She was pissed was about Jack and Miranda of course. Everyone

knew from the beginning that those two would never be BFFs. Jack

having been tortured and trained to be a killing machine by

Cerberus, Miranda being Cerberus' number two. Every time those

two even laid eyes on each other, fierce verbal battles ensued,

usually veering into low blow territory. If those were not

stopped in time, violence and biotics entered the picture as

well. While they did promise not to kill each other until after

the Collectors had been taken down, their constant bickering was

aggravating indeed.

"Shepard, there's trouble on Deck two."
"Son of a bitch, EDI, let me guess, Miranda's office?"
"Your are correct, Shepard."
Jane slapped the nearest console, making Kelly jump.
"I was down there six minutes ago, six fucking minutes." Shaking

her head, she turned around continuing on to her cabin. "Wake me

when the ship's hull is beginning to crack."

------

"...don't know shit, Lawson."
"Don't you have anyting better to do, than come here and yell

constantly?."
"I do, I'm trying to forget my shitty childhood, for which you

are responsible."
"How often do I have to tell you, that was not Cerberus"?
"Shut up, what the kids had to go through there is inexcusable,

but you don't care, wasn't your kids, just were objects, rights?

The rest doesn't fucking matter."
Miranda blanched and turned to Jack, "I do not have children."
"Of course not, too busy fucking up the galaxy. Besides, who

would want to have kids with the Cerberus bitch."
Miranda's tone and facial features turned cold, "Get out."
"Hit a nerve, did I?"
"Piss off." Miranda's fist landed on her desk with a loud smash.

Even Jack realised, that she seemed different.
"What's...?"
"Get out." she screamed and used a biotic push to slam Jack into

the door.

-----

Jack was confused about the situation, even for their usual level

of adversity, this kind of reaction from Miranda was unique.

"Shepard?"
Jane sat at her desk, head in hand.
"Jack, if Miranda has looked at you wrong, I apologise in her

name, thrice with sugar on top."
"That's not it, she just blew her top way more than usually, I

was pissed, wanted to get a rise out of her, she went all wrath

of god on me."
"Weird to hear you say that, but alright. What did you say to

her?"
"Puh, nothing bad, just my usual anti-Cerberus shit, then that

she didn't care about the kids and that no man in his right mind

would ever have children with her..."
"God damnit, Jack." Jane slapped her desk, jumped up, stalked

over to Jack and put her mouth directly next to Jack's ear.

"Miranda's infertile, thanks to a tumor."
"Oops," while being shocked to the core, Jack didn't dare show

this in front of Shepard, "I didn't know."
"Go, apologise. This is not a request, it's an order."

-------

Jack returned to Mirandas quarters, who was too busy wiping her

smudged eyeshadow to catapult Jack out of the door.
"Lawson? I'm sorry for saying that shit about kids."
"Really, so we're alright and can go back to braiding each others

hair then?"
"That was a bit harsh of me, didn't know you couldn't have kids."
"How did you...doesn't matter."
"Doesn't mean I like you any better, but this I wanted to take

back. Had nothing to do with our argument. Apology accepted?"
"Not in the slightest."
"I'll take that as a yes. See you later Cheerleader."
Jack left leaving Miranda alone. Miranda realised only now what

had been said.
"She just left?" Her angry gaze centered on the door.

----

Jack was sitting on her cot in her hidey-hole when Mirande

angrily stomped down the stairs.
"What the fuck was that just now?"
"I apologised, you accepted. Case closed."
"Case closed? I did not accept anything."
"Fuck you, I don't want you using the children thing as a joker

in our arguments to shut me up."
"Why don't you get a hobby, aside from yelling at me?"
Jack got up from her cot and walked over to Miranda.
"There's only one thing that keeps me breathing, vengeance.

Vengeance on Cerberus, which you are a part of."
"You're crazy. The facility on Pragia is gone and I wouldn't have

to see you, if you weren't coming to me all the time."
"Like to keep a close eye on my enemies."
"Your'e a risk, you've always been. You should be tossed out of

the nearest airlock, would stabilise the mission, unlike

yourself."

As an answer, Jack punched Miranda in her face. Rubbing her jaw,

Miranda sent a biotically enhanced punch into Jack midsection,

who after regaining her breath, ran at Miranda growling. They

fought for a while until a small biotic explosion sent them into

opposite walls. The impact caused Jack to lose one of her boots

and one of Miranda's shirt sleeves being nearly ripped off.

Jack threw a biotic sphere at her adversary, pressing her hard

against the wall, making her shirt rip open at several points.

Raising her hands for another attack, Jack rushed at Miranda,

taking her wrist, raising them above her head and pushing her

hard against the cold bulkhead.

Their eyes met in a fierce battle of anger, both breathing

heavily. A few damp strands of hair hung over Miranda's face.

Jack's grip on her was like a vice, she fought back but was

unable to loosen Jack's grip. The tears in her shirt got bigger.

Jack stole a look at the offered skin underneath, which was not

lost on Miranda.

Someday, someone would be able to explain why the Reapers

attacked the galaxy but no one would ever be able to find an

explanation for what happened next, where that impulse came from.

Suddenly Jack's head shot forward, pressing her lips to

Miranda's, kissing her hard and brutal. Miranda struggle against

the lips on hers, yet could not get away.

Jack tilted her head back and grinned evily at Miranda.
"Are you crazy?"

Jack pressed her lips to Miranda's again, forcing her tongue past

her lips into her mouth. Miranda struggle for a while longer

until she gave in and kissed her back.

They both desperately tried to dominate the other while kissing

as if it were a battle. Jack use biotics to chain Miranda's hands

to the wall and tore off her shirt with her hands.

"What are you...", Miranda abruptly stopped, as Jack pushed her

face between the lush breasts, massaging the milky-white skin

with her hands. Miranda's eyes rolled back into her head, her

nipples being pinched and twisted by Jack until she winced.

"Out of your uniform, you are..." Jack did not continue, her lips

closing on one of Miranda's nipple, sucking, nibbling and finally

biting down hard.

"Stop it, you deranged bitch." Miranda shut her eyes tight and

struggled hard against the biotic chains.

Jack's hand wandered between Miranda's thighs. "What...?" bemused

she bent down and let her tongue glide over the fabric over

Miranda's privates.

Miranda shook her head in protest when Jack put her hands into

the waistband of her pants and pulled them down, underwear and

all. Jack grinned at the quivering skin.
"You're even wetter than me." Jack grinned mockingly, pressing

the palm of her hand against Miranda's crotch.
"I said, I said you... you...."

Jack rubbed her, massaged her and fondled her, until Miranda

moaned. Jack was trembling herself, growing hornier by the

minute. She moved her free hand to her own crotch, touching

herself, giving off moans of pleasure. She was too busy to

realise that her biotics lost power, enabling Miranda to free

herself.

Miranda fell forward landing on Jack. Who looked up surprised,

expecting to be slapped, what touched her face was Miranda's lips

though. She kissed Jack, sucking on her lips, licking her cheeks,

desperately fumbling with the belt Jack wore as a bra until her

breast lay free. Jack mockingly grinned in pleasure.

Miranda kneaded Jack's breasts enjoying the touch, rubbing her

lower body on Jack.
"You're starved, how long haven't you been laid?"
"Can't you shut up, just shut up," Miranda yelled breathlessly,

licking Jack's nipples. "I hate you, what you are doing to me,

I..." Miranda shot up, looking Jack in directly in the eyes.

"Fuck me."

Jack let out a throaty laugh, throwing Miranda off, who landed on

her back and began touching herself. Jack threw her pants

playfully into a corner an straddled Miranda's legs Her face near

Miranda's lap she looked up only to see Miranda nod vigorously.

"Come on, do it."

Jack licked over Miranda's vulva, kissed the inside of her

thighs, bit down hard until bloody toothmarks appeared. Miranda

touched her own breasts and pushed Jack's head into her lap.

Jack entered Miranda with her tongue, pulled it out again and

pushed it back in, again and again. Miranda moaned, begged and

screamed for release and trembled. Jack continued her

ministrations of Miranda's pussy, her hands busy between her own

legs.

Thanks to Jack's talented tongue Miranda writhed and squirmed,

her scream getting ever louder.

Then she just stopped, everything in her convulsed, Jack's tongue

nearly being ripped off, her toenails curling, her fingernails

digging into Jack's shoulders. One last cry, Miranda relaxed.

Jack came shortly thereafter.

Jack was lightly trembling, Miranda was breathing heavily.

Jack crossed her hands and rest her chin atop, watching the

heaving bosom underneath her.
"Surprised I didn't find cobwebs in there."
Miranda tried to disentangle her hair, "just shut up, will you?"

A few moments later, Miranda got up, scrounged together the

remains of her clothes and tried to cover up some. Jack still lay

on the floor on the floor enjoying her nudity.
"You want breakfast or something?"
Miranda angrily looked at her destroyed shirt, that didn't cover

up anything anymore.
"I said, shut up...this was a slip."
"I say, you were pretty slippery."
Miranda looked at her stonefaced.
"That changes nothing, don't you dare tell anyone."
"Why should I tell anyone, my rep would be ruined."
Miranda's look turned even darker.

"Bitch."
"Cerberus bitch."