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Chapter 1
Shepard looked over at Miranda, hoping that she’d calmed down after her little spat with Jack. Shepard was glad that she was able to convince the girls to not bite each other’s heads off. Keeping volatile personalities at bay was a thing Shepard had learned how to do as a member of the Reds, the rare skill that translated from gang life to military leadership.
“The difference is you were great before Cerberus rebuilt you. I’m only great because of how I was built. The only things I can take credit for are my mistakes.” Miranda said bitterly looking out at the void of space. Shepard blinked, flabbergasted.
“Wow. That’s the dumbest thing I’ve heard a smart woman ever say!” Shepard said baffled at Miranda. Miranda looked back at Shepard with her icy blue eyes. “What?” Miranda said utterly lost by Shepard’s cutting sarcasm.
“You are so much more than the genetic engineering that made you! If you think your genes are all that make you who you are, then how come Henry Lawson isn’t here as my second in command? He’s the blueprint for you, why didn’t the Illusive man trust him!” Shepard replied. Miranda felt like she walked into a punch in the face.
“I hadn’t ever considered that. You remembered that detail about my engineering?” Miranda said, impressed. “Yeah, it’s not every day a woman tells you she’s the one person who ever lived who doesn’t have a mother! Not like how I don’t have a mother, but like literally not born of a woman.” Shepard said with a gesture at herself and a flip of her hair.
Miranda scowled at Shepard. “You know I never thought someone remembering things about me would be so infuriating!” Miranda said coldly. “Well, I never thought someone would tell me she thought so little of herself that I had to check if she actually thought she wasn’t a real person!” Shepard replied as coldly.
Miranda leaned over her desk, scowling into Shepard’s face. “Of course. How could the Alliance’s Golden Girl possibly relate to my life? To a manipulative man who’d dangle something you wanted just to hurt you with it being the person responsible for your safety?” Miranda sounded legitimately furious, but it was a cold fury, no screaming.
Shepard scowled at her. “You put me back together but know so little about me! I was a shooter for the Reds!” Shepard said, leaning on Miranda’s desk and staring back into her face. Miranda blinked. “Yeah, that’s right! I killed people! Not in combat! Not for the Alliance! Cold-blooded murder for money! You know what it’s like to compromise everything about yourself as a person just to have a hot meal and somewhere to sleep at night?” Shepard said brutally.
Miranda’s face looked like it was drained of blood. “You know what I did on my sixteenth birthday? For the first time in my life, I worked the corner! You know the lifespan of a minor being sexually exploited? The odds of me making it a year were abysmal!” Shepard’s voice quavered and her hand shook, barely keeping herself upright. Shepard wanted to break Miranda’s desk, but she knew she couldn’t. She wasn’t that strong, even with her enhanced strength and insane dedication to fitness.
Miranda looked down at her hand and a look flitted across her face. Something like shame must have run through Miranda’s mind. Shepard couldn’t bear to look at her, she turned around. It was easier to have this conversation if she didn’t look at her. “Lucky me, I found a way to survive and avoid doing that. An older boy wanted a girlfriend. He was in the Reds. I joined the gang. My ploy to avoid being abused just changed who was going to be doing it to me and why!” Shepard scoffed.
“They kicked the shit out of me to welcome me to the gang! Then I got to experience the joys of pretending to enjoy sex with a boy who liked to take uppers and didn’t believe in lube! You know how lonely it is to have to hide who you really are to survive?” Shepard looked over her shoulder at Miranda.
Shepard regretted it, Miranda looked horrified now! “Of course you don’t. I’m willing to bet you got your brain hard-wired to be a perfect hetero girl who loves being a living fuck-doll for Daddy!” Shepard said in her most venomous tone. Shepard made herself exhale as she stared down at Miranda with the same ferocity she reserved for people who were about to be full of bullets.
Shepard felt herself leave her feet and meet the ground hard! Miranda’s biotics flashed blue in her hand and her tears flowed freely from her eyes. “Fuck you!” Miranda said with extreme rage! Her voice cracked and Shepard felt shame pour out of her heart and down to her stomach.
Shepard opened her mouth to say something back but all she could do was cough up blood! ‘Shit! Way to go Shepard! You dumped out your purse and then because you had to be the big badass, you picked a fight you couldn’t win! Only unlike Elysium, you won’t get a medal for it!’ Shepard thought to herself as she groaned in pain on the floor. Shepard had seen Miranda’s biotics knock men in full combat armor to the ground and kill them. She could see how effective the armor was now.
Miranda waved her biotics away and looked panicked. “EDI! We need immediate medical attention in my quarters! Shepard’s hurt!” Miranda said in a voice on the verge of tears. “I am dispatching assistance!” EDI said in a tone that sounded urgent if mechanical and hollow.
Miranda didn’t have to wait long. Chakwas was right there in seconds to give Shepard the stabilizing application of Medigel that helped her lungs heal and bones knit back together. “Shepard, can you get up?” Chakwas asked concerned. Shepard tried to get her feet under her, but she was not getting the traction she needed.
Chakwas looked over at Miranda looking anywhere but at Shepard. Chakwas realized she couldn’t ask Miranda to help. Garrus was in the room in a minute and knelt down to help Shepard up as a rib popped back into place audibly! “Easy Shepard!” Garrus said as he helped Shepard to her feet. Shepard coughed up blood as she regained her feet.
Chakwas and Garrus hobbled Shepard out of the room to Medbay and Miranda just quietly disassociated and tried to forget that awful memory. “Fuck-doll for Daddy.” That was the phrase that she saw written in the notes about her creation.
She’d thrown up for a solid hour after discovering this piece of information. Miranda used every bit of technical knowledge she possessed to scrub and obliterate any trace of that note from any computer she could find it on. She’d taken the hottest shower she could after that, curled in the fetal position on the floor of the shower. No thirteen-year-old girl should ever see that.
Worse, was seeing that same note but applied to Oriana’s order for creation. That was when Miranda decided to save this baby. She couldn’t leave anyone to this fate. But Shepard just threw it in her face! Was there some chance she knew that Henry Lawson had written that? ‘No. You destroyed his program. He can’t rebuild it. That’s why he’s so obsessed with you and Ori.’
Miranda went to the door. This news wasn’t going to get better if she let it wait for The Illusive Man. Opening her door, she was surprised to see Samara standing in front of her door. Not like she wanted to come in, but like she was standing sentry. She turned around to look at Miranda and stepped into her room.
“We must speak.” Samara said, like a command, her presence indicating that this was not a matter of discussion. Miranda took a tentative step backwards. “Of course. What do you want to speak about Samara?” Miranda asked as she went to sit behind her desk.
Miranda felt her blood run cold and was frozen to the spot as Samara held her in place with her biotics. Miranda knew she was a powerful biotic, for a human. But a nearly thousand-year-old Asari justicar was leagues ahead of her. Miranda swallowed a dry mouthful of air.
“First, you need to know that Shepard is fine. She wishes to speak to you down in the shuttle bay.” Samara said coldly. Miranda scowled. “Why?” Miranda asked irritated. “I did not ask the nature of this conversation. I only asked what to do if you refused. Shepard said I was to bring you in alive. My oath compels me to obey her. But alive is not a state free from pain or discomfort.” Samara said coldly looking into Miranda’s eyes.
Miranda frowned but she knew she wasn’t fooling Samara. She was scared. Samara could hurt her in ways other people couldn’t. She could dig up every painful memory Miranda had and make her relive it all at once while torturing her. “Alright. I’ll go speak to her.” Miranda said with gritted teeth.
Miranda didn’t say a word, the whole lift ride down. Stepping out into the shuttle bay, Shepard was standing in her dress uniform and for some reason, Kelly Chambers was next to her. Shepard snapped a salute at Samara as she stepped back from Miranda. Samara returned it. Miranda nervously saluted back.
“Thank you for coming. I wanted to start this by saying that I don’t know of a more formal way to settle this issue. Executive Officer Lawson, you and I were having a personal conversation, and I said something that deeply offended you. During this you used biotics as a weapon to assault me resulting in serious injury.” Shepard said like she was reading this into the record.
Miranda swallowed nervously. Shepard let out a deep breath. “This is where I need to admit to something. I have been availing myself of miss Chambers services as a counselor. I have had a lot of unresolved traumas from my life. I do not always handle it well.” Shepard took off her cap and handed it to Kelly.
Kelly gave her an encouraging nod. “I chose to adopt this semi-formal posture because I need to be honest and forthright in all I do. I swore an oath to that as an Alliance soldier. Talking about who I was before I was who I am, brings out the worst in me.” Shepard swallowed nervously.
Miranda was incredibly confused. She nearly killed Shepard, but it sounded like Shepard was building up to an apology. “My name is Jane because it’s the name they give unidentified bodies at the morgue. My mother died before naming me. Someone’s idea of a joke. Shepard is what I let anyone call me because it is military protocol to call someone their surname.” Shepard said, hands wringing at the bottom of her jacket.
“What I said to you was conduct unbecoming. Flat out. I would bare minimum be in the brig for it and likely transferred off the ship I served on in the Alliance if not dismissed from the military on a Cat six.” Shepard stared into Miranda’s eyes, unblinking, unyielding and fearless. “What I said deserved what you did to me and worse. I do not blame you for it. I let my own trauma and fears make me lash out at you and that isn’t fair to you. I am deeply sorry Miranda.” Shepard said as she took her hat back and put it back on.
Miranda blinked confused. “You sent a justicar to drag me to see you so that you could apologize?” Miranda said incredulously. Shepard looked at Samara and then Miranda. “Who would you have listened to if not her? Garrus? Grunt? Zaeed?” Shepard asked simply.
Miranda scoffed. “She threatened to torture me!” Miranda said incredulously. Shepard turned her scornful gaze at Samara. “Samara! Explain to me why you would do this?” Shepard asked. Samara seemed relaxed as she looked between the two women. “Miranda feared punishment and reprisal. If I told her reconciliation was in the future, she would not have believed me.” Samara said calmly. Shepard raised her hand in a knife edge gesture. “That doesn’t give you the right to threaten her!” Shepard said forcefully!
Miranda looked taken aback. “I thought you ordered her to do this?” Miranda said, confused. Shepard looked at Miranda utterly deflated. Shepard took off her dress uniform Jacket and gave it to Kelly. “Take this back to my room Kelly. I’m clearly unfit to wear it.” Shepard said as she was left in her trousers and tank top.
Miranda looked at Shepard’s sculpted shoulders and arms. Unfit was the last word that Miranda thought of looking at her. Hell, she made sure Shepard’s muscles were excellent when she put her back together. Head to toe. Miranda even performed a brief functional test of Shepard’s pelvic floor and genitals.
Kelly took the jacket and cap as she went over to the elevator as Shepard slumped against a crate, full of minerals the Normandy’s scanner had harvested. Samara looked over at Shepard with a curious expression. “Miranda, I’m sorry I snapped at you.” Shepard said sitting on the floor and sighing deeply.
Miranda walked closer to Shepard. “Shepard, I’m sorry too. I didn’t realize that you’d lived such a- a difficult life before you joined the military. I didn’t consider it relevant to your life when I put you back together.” Miranda said lamely.
Shepard looked up at Miranda and pointed at a scar on her arm. “Every scar I have tells a story. I have a lot of them. The one that split my eyebrow? How do you think I got it?” Shepard asked.
Miranda froze. She had no idea. “Did you get injured during the defense of Elysium?” Miranda asked. Shepard shook her head. “Nope. Smashed into a window by a rough John. Happy sixteenth birthday to me! He tried to rape and kill me. He’s the first man I killed.” Shepard said without any emotion.
Miranda blinked. “I had no idea. I thought it was important and tried to preserve it so people would recognize you.” Miranda admitted feeling foolish. Shepard laughed, “Well it’s been with me half my life so it might as well stick around.” Shepard said looking up at Miranda with a wry half smile.
Miranda sat down next to her. Miranda touched a scar on Shepard’s arm. “What about this one?” Miranda asked as she caressed it softly. Shepard’s hair stood on end at Miranda’s touch. “Oh, that one was from when Sovereign crashed into the citadel tower. I only noticed when I got the hard suit off that my arm was broken. Complete fracture.” Shepard said as she raised her arm and rubbed the back of her neck nervously.
“What about you? Any fun scars?” Shepard asked with a forced casualness. Miranda raised an eyebrow. “Fun scars?” Miranda asked confused. “I’m a jarhead Miranda; we’ve got twisted senses of humor. Comes with people shooting at us all the time.” Shepard said nervously.
“Do you have a navel?” Shepard asked like she just remembered something. Miranda laughed. “Wait what?” Miranda asked confused. “Well, the navel is a scar where the umbilical cord detaches, but like, you weren’t uh. Shit. I put my foot in my mouth again, didn’t I?” Shepard said looking down at her feet.
Miranda never realized this but looking at Shepard up close like this, she was not the alliance golden girl from the recruitment poster. She was entirely human. Flawed, awkward, nervous and kind of charming. “Yes Shepard, I have a navel. Do you want to see proof that I am human like anyone else?” Miranda asked smiling coyly at Shepard.
Shepard flushed almost as red as her hair. “Uh, no, that’s okay. I believe you Miranda!” Shepard said too fast. Shepard was not sure what was happening. But it couldn’t be what she thought it was. Miranda decided to stop letting Shepard twist in the wind.
“The reason I lost control and slammed you into the floor is because you said something specific-“ Miranda started. “We don’t need to go over it again Miranda, I was out of line!” Shepard said. Miranda put a finger on Shepard’s lips. Shepard stopped talking.
“No, I need to say this. Hiding from it isn’t helping anyone. I told you that I was made to be Henry Lawson’s legacy. I read the notes he put into the project. That exact phrase was in what Henry wanted.” Miranda closed her eyes and for the first time since she was a girl, cried over this.
Shepard felt like her blood went cold. She’d kick her own ass if she was capable of it and Miranda hadn’t already done that extremely well. Miranda opened her eyes and looked bleary-eyed at Shepard. “I didn’t know.” Shepard said as she tried not to let Miranda’s finger enter her mouth.
“I know. But the truth hurts. You didn’t know it was an emotional sore spot. But I’m telling you it is.” Miranda said swallowing a sob and hoping she didn’t need to go further. “He even wanted that for Oriana.” Miranda said as the sob wracked her body and her hand fell to her lap.
Shepard did the only thing she knew how to do. She pulled Miranda’s head into a hug against her chest and held her there. “I’m sorry Miranda! I didn’t know! I shouldn’t have said that before, but you deserve so much better from me as a commanding officer.” Shepard said as she tried to cling to her sense of military professionalism.
Miranda picked up the bottom of Shepard’s tank top to wipe her tears away. “Respectfully Shepard, I don’t believe Miranda needs a commanding officer right now.” Samara said, still lingering at the fringes of this conversation. Shepard looked over at her.
Samara turned to leave. “She needs someone who sees her as a person Shepard. Can you?” Samara said going to the elevator as she smiled to herself.
Shepard stroked Miranda’s hair in a way that she found soothing. Miranda looked up at Shepard with teary eyes and realized that she had pulled up Shepard’s tank top to above her bra. Miranda tried to pull it down. Shepard held her hand fast.
“If you need it, you can have it.” Shepard said as she peeled off her shirt and gave it to Miranda as a tear and snot rag. Miranda felt incredibly embarrassed at this moment. Shepard was sitting in a sports bra, combat boots, and work pants. Miranda was in her whole lab outfit and realizing that Shepard wore perfume of some sort.
“Is that lavender Lilac berry?” Miranda asked confused. As she smelled Shepard’s shirt involuntarily. Shepard looked away. “I didn’t realize this was an interrogation.” Shepard said embarrassed. Miranda laughed. “Isn’t this like a hundred credits a bottle?” Miranda asked as she sniffed again and confirmed her suspicions.
“So I’m a little bit of a fancy bitch sometimes! Alliance standard body wash smells like the lowest bidder and dries out the skin on my- My most sensitive areas do not like it.” Shepard said stopping herself from saying whatever crude thing she’d picked up from years in the military.
Miranda laughed and wiped away her tears. Shepard flushed red. “Well, if I smelled you, I’m certain I’d have some incisive critiques of your bathing habits!” Shepard said lamely. Miranda raised an eyebrow.
“Are you asking me what I use in the shower?” Miranda asked playfully. “No, I’m saying I’m going to guess and judge you!” Shepard said as she took a performatively big sniff of Miranda and tried to think of something funny to say.
Whatever Shepard was thinking of saying about Miranda smelling like a women’s boutique left her head. Coconut and shea butter filled Shepard’s nose, and she couldn’t think about what that meant about Miranda’s tastes in shampoo, conditioner, or bodywash. Shepard just knew she liked it.
“Well maybe I don’t mind you smelling me.” Miranda said with a coy smile. “Huh?” Shepard said stupidly. “No, get in there, tell me what I smell like to you. I want to hear your incisive commentary on me as a person!” Miranda said in a taunting tone.
Shepard shifted to her knees and leaned close to Miranda’s face and tried to think of something witty. “Well, you smell like you’ve been enjoying living on a beach. Just lounging in the sun, tanning in a bikini.” Shepard thought about kicking her own ass again.
“You can smell me in a bikini from my shampoo?” Miranda asked sounding bemused, eyebrow raised skeptically. “Well, I can’t imagine you’d hide your body. I just don’t know if your skin tans well. I know I don’t.” Shepard said nervously. Miranda laughed and put a hand on Shepard’s shoulder.
“You know what’s funny?” Miranda asked. “A lot of things. But what stands out right now?” Shepard asked. “When I told Oriana I worked under you, she almost didn’t believe me. Then I showed her pictures of us together. You know what she said?” Miranda asked, smiling. “She said ‘She looks even more handsome than she did in the newsvids! Is it true that she has a tattoo for every pirate she killed at Elysium?’ I said I thought it was just a unit tattoo. I didn’t know that it was common knowledge that you had that tattoo on your left ass cheek!” Miranda laughed uproariously.
Shepard laughed. “I maybe, made an off-handed comment to Emily Wong about it.” Shepard said nervously. “Right, but knowing the specifics of it, my sister thinks I’m sleeping with you!” Miranda laughed more. Shepard swallowed nervously.
“Well, what’s so funny about that?” Shepard asked as she felt her heart in her throat. Miranda stopped laughing. “The miscommunication of it all. I mean, I’ve never slept with you.” Miranda said as she looked away.
Shepard scowled. “Yeah, most people don’t have sex in their sleep. I noticed you said slept with, not had sex with. You had unrestricted access to my body when I wasn’t conscious. Did anyone do anything to it?” Shepard asked nervously.
“No. Only I was ever unsupervised with your body. Why?” Miranda asked nervously pushing her hair back behind her ears. “Well, I’ve been having this recurring dream. I’m strapped to a table, I can’t move. Someone holds a vibrating toy to my clit and they’re wearing rubber gloves as they finger me and they talk non-stop about technical medical stuff until I cum! But I can’t talk for some reason.” Shepard said looking at Miranda with probing green eyes.
Miranda looks away, betraying the secret right away. “I had to make sure your body worked. It was just functionality testing.” Miranda said nervously as she fiddled with her fingers. “Right. Because you’re just totally straight, right? Never had a single gay thought?” Shepard asked like she was interrogating Miranda.
Miranda bit her lip. She’d used her sexuality to obtain blackmail before. She’d played with another girl before to get a man’s attention. She knew what to do but that didn’t mean anything. But Shepard wasn’t that random stripper. She was the woman who went out of her way to help save Oriana and encouraged Miranda to talk to her.
“I mean, I’m a raging dyke, but I used to suck cock to stay alive.” Shepard said in a tone that Miranda didn’t know what to make of it. “I don’t know what you want me to say. I didn’t think you’d remember that.” Miranda said simply.
“You didn’t think I’d remember the single greatest orgasm of my life since coming back from the dead? One that I would put just below sex with an Asari in case you’re curious what I thought of it.” Shepard said in a petulant tone.
Miranda smiled slightly. “I didn’t realize it was that important to you.” Miranda said simply. “Miranda, I’ve been unpacking that dream in therapy for weeks with Kelly! I thought I was going insane! Hearing that it was just you playing with me and you didn’t care about the outcome is devastating!” Shepard said as she moved to stand.
Miranda grabbed Shepard’s hand. “I cared about the outcome.” Miranda said defiantly. “Yeah, to see if you put humpty dumpty back together properly. The same care I have after reassembling a rifle. Not because you wanted to see me like that.” Shepard said bitterly. “That’s not fair! You were barely alive! Your skin wasn’t fully healed yet! You weren’t a sexual being.” Miranda said.
“I had a squirting orgasm! I think I was a pretty sexual being at that point!” Shepard said standing but still holding Miranda’s hand. “I mean you weren’t sexy to look at!” Miranda said far louder than she meant to.
Shepard stopped short and turned around. Kneeling down, Shepard looked Miranda in the eyes. “If I told you I found you sexy, what would you say?” Shepard asked as she bit her lower lip. Miranda looked her in the eyes and pulled Shepard’s hand closer to her lips.
“I’d tell you that you have excellent taste.” Miranda said with a sexy little grin. Shepard put her hand to Miranda’s face. “Did you taste me while I was on your table?” Shepard asked nervously.
Miranda leaned into her hand. “No. It wouldn’t have been right. That would have been too, intimate.” Miranda said looking into her eyes. “What about now? Do you want one?” Shepard asked leaning closer to Miranda’s lips with her own.
“Yes!” Miranda whispered as she pushed her lips to the ones she’d rebuilt! Shepard was surprised! But she quickly adjusted! Her hand held Miranda’s face with tenderness as she let her tongue press out and Miranda welcomed her into her mouth.
They briefly moaned into each other’s mouths as Shepard felt so hot that she just couldn’t stand being in the shuttle bay anymore. “Your place or mine?” Shepard asked as she pulled Miranda off the floor and into her arms.
Miranda flushed and breathed hard as she felt Shepard’s hand on the small of her back. “Yours. I know where all the cameras are.” Miranda said as she kissed Shepard and pushed her back to the elevator!
Getting into the elevator and pushing the button to the Captain’s quarters, Shepard let Miranda lead. She was a fantastic kisser! Lips were softer than any that Shepard could remember feeling and her tongue was slippery and strong! Shepard couldn’t remember the elevator dinging, but she picked up Miranda by her ample and wonderfully soft ass as she carried her into her quarters.
Miranda activated her omnitool and suddenly a dozen cameras overloaded as Miranda felt herself turned around and her breasts groped. “Settle down Shepard!” Miranda said as she undid her outfit’s seals and unzipped the front.
Turning around, Miranda revealed lingerie that cost more than an Alliance soldier made in a month. “Oh, fuck me!” Shepard said looking at the erotic sight. “That was the idea!” Miranda said with a smile.
Shepard helped Miranda peel down her outfit and looking at her ass in the matching panties was practically orgasmic. Shepard moaned looking at it. “Fuck Miranda! I want to bury my face in your ass! I want you to sit on my face! I genuinely can’t think of anything I don’t want to do to you when you wear this outfit!” Shepard said biting her knuckle.
Miranda smiled and blushed. “Men usually leap on me at this point. But you’re pouring on compliments! It’s a nice change of pace!” Miranda said as she crawled toward Shepard with all the confidence of a jungle cat stalking its prey.
“Oh, believe me Miranda, I intend to! I just would be remiss if I didn’t tell you that I see your ass and I was about ninety percent sure it was the outfit making it look that good.” Shepard said.
Miranda smacked her own ass. “Nope. All this is all me! Jealous?” Miranda said as she let her amazing rear sway. “That depends. How into ass play are you?” Shepard asked as she undid her own sports bra and kicked off her boots.
Miranda bit her lip. “Uh, I’ve never let a man do anything like that.” Miranda said looking away. Shepard took a grip of her face and made her look at her. “I can tell when you hold stuff back from me now Miranda. That wasn’t the question. So, I’ll ask again. How much do you like playing with this gorgeous alabaster monument to the efficacy of you doing squats? I know you like some stuff. Because everyone likes a good spanking.” Shepard said arrogantly.
“I don’t know that that’s true.” Miranda said in a non-committal tone. Shepard leaned forward and spanked Miranda’s ass! The moaning yelp Miranda let out sounded like Shepard had hit the nail on the head. “You’re dodging the question very well! But you can’t hide your ass from me!” Shepard said as she leaned down to the edge of Miranda’s panties with her open mouth.
Shepard closed her mouth and started to pull it down with her teeth, snarling like a crazed, lesbian werewolf. Miranda moaned and Shepard looked at the single most beautiful labia she’d ever seen. Her pussy was dripping, clinging wetness to her underwear. Shepard sunk her teeth into Miranda’s ass cheek and sucked hard, leaving a hickey on her butt! Miranda laughed, “Shepard! That tickles!” Miranda said as she tried to wiggle away.
Shepard pulled back as the wet sucking sound of her breaking the seal of her lips on Miranda’s ass popped loudly. Shepard looked at Miranda with lustful, determined eyes. “You shouldn’t tell me your ticklish. Like maybe you’re ticklish right about, here?” Shepard dipped her tongue out long and slowly as she licked the point of Miranda’s tailbone!
Miranda yelped! Unprepared for Shepard to start licking so close to her asshole! Miranda’s entire stomach clenched involuntarily, and a small splatter of wetness flew out of her. Shepard stopped and smiled. “Did you just squirt?” Shepard asked with a giggle.
“N-No!” Miranda said in an unconvincing stammer. Shepard smiled. “So you don’t get off from having someone eat your ass?” Shepard said as she dipped lower and licked and tasted the exquisite taste of Miranda’s pussy! Shepard moaned as she split Miranda’s labia with her tongue!
Shepard had eaten out multiple girls before. The vaguely tuna flavor of pussy was something Shepard had accepted and enjoyed. But Miranda tasted so much better than that! Better than Ahi! Better than Yellowfin! Musky and deep and warm and tightly gripping on her tongue!
Miranda gripped Shepard’s bed sheets in her fingers and looked off at the door and tried to hold it together! This was so much better than she could have imagined it being! Her entire sexual history of seducing men was never about her satisfaction. She was always a prize to be conquered.
As Shepard’s tongue flickered inside of her Miranda felt her abs tense and her legs shake. The pressure was enormous and every moan Miranda made didn’t alleviate it! Then the dam broke!
Miranda came undone! Face dripping in sweat as she felt herself orgasm harder than she’d ever experienced without herself and the aid of toys! Miranda fell onto her face and panted like she’d run a mile. Shepard clambered off the bed and went to dig something out of her bedside drawer. Miranda looked over her shoulder at her.
The faint orange outlines of her cybernetic implants as her skin healed over it more fully reminding Miranda that Shepard was more fragile than the invincible warrior woman she appeared to be. Miranda had firsthand knowledge of that, she’d installed them, grafted the skin over them, fused the spine back together.
But that ass was all Shepard on a squat rack. Miranda blinked when she realized she was staring. She felt shame and then confusion. Shepard teased her about never having a gay thought before. Miranda just legitimately had her first homosexual thought in her life.
It made her feel free. Free, and beautiful and wanted for the first time in her life! Miranda rolled over and looked at what Shepard had in her hand. A wireless vibrating wand. Technically, sold as a back massager. But very seldom used as one.
Shepard straddled Miranda’s hips and put her wand between her and Miranda’s clits. Miranda looked down at the wand. “Fuck! I don’t know how many times I can cum in a row Shepard!” Miranda said chuckling. “Well, I want to at least get one in.” Shepard said as she bit her lip.
Miranda felt herself clench at the idea. “Well, fair is fair!” Miranda said flicking the switch on the side to ‘on’ and throwing her head back as the vibrations got loud and felt like they were going to bulldoze her brain.
Shepard grasped down and massaged Miranda’s breasts tenderly. Miranda moaned more as she felt Shepard’s calloused fingers on her sensitive nipples. “Oh god! Shepard!” Miranda cried out loud as she grasped Shepard’s tight, muscular ass with her perfectly manicured nails biting into her tight, freckled flesh.
Shepard moaned and winced as the vibrator kicked up to a higher gear. Miranda swore Shepard said something as the vibration got stronger. “What?” Miranda asked as she opened her eyes to look at the woman whose ass she was scratching up like a cat with an expensive recliner.
“I said I need you to kiss me!” Shepard said shakily like she was ashamed. “Need?” Miranda moaned as she ground her hips up into Shepard’s. Shepard moaned and closed her eyes. “I can only cum if I’m getting kissed!” Shepard blurted out like a confession she’d only give out under torture.
Miranda moaned and reached up to the back of Shepard’s head and pulled her lips to hers. Shepard probably felt some manner of shame about this weird sexual quirk. But as Shepard moaned into Miranda’s mouth, her tongue entwining with Miranda’s and the hot torrent of Shepard’s squirt spraying out of her to coat Miranda’s legs and crotch, Miranda privately admitted to herself something she’d keep secret.
That it was incredibly romantic, and Miranda loved the idea that the thing that pushed Shepard over the edge to orgasm was her lips. It made Miranda feel ten feet tall, even as her own orgasm removed all intelligent thought from her mind and they fell apart and panted like they’d run miles in Shepard’s armor. Shepard stared up at the ceiling and Miranda could swear she could see the synapses of her brain struggle to fire. Miranda felt like at this moment, something in her life had shifted irrevocably.
Her loyalty used to be to Cerberus and the ideals of humanity first. But Shepard made that seem so small. She seemed like she was bigger than that ideal. Like she could put the world on her shoulders and do the impossible. Miranda saw the woman who stood tall among the wreckage of Sovereign at the Citadel for the first time then.
Less than a god and more than a woman. Shepard reached up and caressed her face. “What happens now?” Shepard asked Miranda. Miranda wanted to tell her that they’d be together forever. An absurd thought, one she’d never in her life had about anyone. “We go back to work. Then we see what we feel like after that?” Miranda asked tentatively.
“I’m fine with that. If you just want a friend, I can be that. But I think you want more.” Shepard said in a tone that sounded deflated. Miranda was confused. “Shepard, the most important woman in my life is always going to be Oriana. But if you’re okay with being the second most important woman, and if we survive this mission, then I’m willing to discuss this more fully.” Miranda said as she sat up, suddenly extremely thirsty.
Shepard sat up with her. “I don’t like being second place. But I understand.” Shepard said with a wry smile. Shepard licked her fingers clean absentmindedly, savoring the taste of Miranda. Miranda smiled. “You know, you’re the first woman I’ve ever had sex with?” Miranda asked as she swung her perfectly pedicured feet to the floor and then recoiled from the extremely cold floor.
Shepard chuckled. “Yeah, the floor is extra cold. I sleep in socks.” Shepard went over to a small cooler to get out two water bottles. She handed one to Miranda and Miranda really took time to look at the Unit tattoo on her ass. The 101st expeditionary unit of the Alliance Navy’s Planetary defense Garrison of Elysium.
Shepard left them for Villa Militar after that battle to train to become a N7 operative. Handing the water back to Miranda, Shepard raised an eyebrow. “Well, was it good?” Shepard asked nervously. Miranda swallowed the water down greedily.
“That was the single best sexual experience I’ve ever had.” Miranda said as Shepard choked on the water she was drinking. Sputtering and coughing. Shepard thumped her chest. “Well shit! You’re extremely welcome!” Shepard said.
Miranda pointed at her outfit and the built-in boots. “Can you get me my boots?” Miranda asked as Shepard looked at them. Shepard moved to get them. Miranda debated putting the wet and soaked panties back on. She decided on a better course of action just then.
Shepard came back with her boots that were attached to the whole bottom half of her outfit. “Can you help me get it on?” Miranda said pointing her toe downward at Shepard. Shepard knelt and gingerly handled Miranda’s soft, small, feminine foot as she tried to not start kissing up her foot and getting back to worshipping her pussy.
Miranda put a single bare foot next to Shepard’s face and pushed her hair behind her ear. Shepard flushed red again. Miranda giggled her mean girl giggle. “Do you have a foot fetish?” Miranda asked as she circled that toe around Shepard’s ear more and Shepard tried to think of the real answer to that question.
“It’s not a foot fetish per say. How do I put this? I’m Commander Shepard.” Shepard said. “You don’t say?” Miranda said sarcastically. “Well, the first part of that is Commander! Like I’m expected to command at all times. But like, every so often, I don’t want to. Does that make sense?” Shepard asked nervously.
Miranda smiled and took her foot away. “You want to be ordered around like a good soldier! Go here! Stand at attention! Hold this! Don’t Cum! Lick my feet! You want to give up the power you have, to experience the opposite for a change. It is an extremely common kink Shepard, you are hardly the first woman or man in uniform who is a dominant personality outside the bedroom who enjoys submitting inside the bedroom.” Miranda said softly.
Shepard nodded. “Well, okay. I mean, I like a lot of stuff. Like I don’t know how to put it all into words and not drive you away.” Shepard said looking down. Miranda leaned forward and took a hold of Shepard’s chin and tilted her head up. “I’m not going anywhere Shepard. Unless you want me to do something horrifically disgusting or dehumanizing, I promise not to judge you.” Miranda said as she slid her foot into the other boot and slid back into her pants.
Shepard nodded. “It’s not anything like that. It’s just, well. I like a lot of things where I give up power and get dominated, or dominate the other woman to untold orgasmic heights.” Shepard said nervously. Miranda stood up and put her bra back on as she slid back into her lab outfit.
“Tell you what. Why don’t you fill out some papers with your ideas of what you like and don’t like and then I’ll compare it to what I’m willing to do to you and we can discuss what this relationship will be like from there?” Miranda said as she fluffed her hair out and resealed her outfit.
Shepard nodded as she stood up. “I think that’s doable.” Shepard said as she stood up. Miranda grabbed her face under the chin. In the built in heels, Miranda was taller than Shepard. Shepard’s mouth was open to say something, but Miranda had other ideas.
Miranda gently pushed the silky black fabric of her wet panties into Shepard’s mouth and smiled. “Be a dear and clean these! I suspect I might need to keep a spare set of clothes up in your quarters going forward.” Miranda said with a smile as she stepped back and left the room. Shepard sucked hard on the fabric and tried to think but the taste and the degradation of this act was way too erotic.
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Miranda was shocked by the way that her mind drew back to this memory now. She’d been extremely stressed. The Normandy SR-2 felt so different these days. Not least of which because her room was no longer hers. A hand on her shoulder made Miranda turn around. Miranda looked up. Ashley Williams looked down at her with a caring, concerned look on her face.
“Hey, Miranda. How you holding up?” Ashley asked as Miranda looked out of the window to see the expanse of space and stars. Miranda looked back at the sign they gave her to put on the memorial. Miranda couldn’t though. She just cried so hard in front of everyone, but she couldn’t bring herself to put this sign up on a memorial.
“Ashley, they didn’t even put her name on it.” Miranda said as she gripped the sign in her hands angrily. Ashley frowned, “I know. But Shepard didn’t like anyone calling her by her first name.” Ashley said, like she was explaining this to a child.
“Except by me!” Miranda said standing up like a bolt of electricity struck her! “I called her Jane! She called me Miri! I can’t believe we’re just giving up on her!” Miranda flashed blue and hurled the sign across the room! The door opened and Liara dodged the sign as it whizzed past her head!
Liara turned to look back at Miranda, furious. “Miri! Stop shouting!” Liara said crossing the room and standing in front of Ashley and Miranda. Ashley blinked and thought for a second. “Wait, Shepard calls you that!” Ashley said confused.
Liara and Miranda broke their eyes locked on each other and looked at Ashley. “Yes. We do call her that. It’s a nickname that is shared among people who are close. Very close.” Liara said as if she wanted to close this topic. “You were supposed to keep Jane safe! We agreed on this!” Miranda said as tears filled her eyes!
Liara looked back at her and ripped open her jacket to throw it to the floor. There were bandages stained purple with her blood and pointed at her wounds. “I tried! But Jane put me and Tali back on the Normandy to keep us alive! I was going to die! There was nothing I could do!” Liara said angrily.
“It was my fault.” Ashley said out loud. Miranda and Liara turned to look at her. Ashley looked at the floor and looked up into the eyes of the women who she’d failed. “I’m sorry. Shepard and I discussed the best way to handle this. She wanted me in command of the Normandy, to pick up and deploy strike teams faster around the target area.” Ashley said flatly.
“I could have argued with her. I wanted to. But I remembered that the last time I wanted to argue with her plan was Virmire!” Ashley looked Miranda and Liara in the eye. “We were lucky to pick you up Miranda, but I’m sorry. We’ve heard nothing. She- Jane was MIA when the Crucible fired. We don’t know what happened, but EDI’s body dropped like a puppet with its strings cut. That she’s still in the Normandy is amazing but I have no idea what’s going on!” Ashley sat down on the bench sounding and looking defeated.
Liara leaned down on the back of the bench and limped around to sit next to her. Miranda bent down to pick up Liara’s jacket. Miranda handed it to her. “We’re all stressed, this is an impossible situation. But we can’t do anything more than what we’ve done now.” Miranda said as she sat down next to Ashley.
Ashley looked over at Miranda. “I’m sorry about the sign. I thought it would be what she would want it to say.” Ashley said with a sigh. “She specifically said she wanted any memorial to her to say that quote ‘Hell wouldn’t take me’ and that she wanted a bronze figure of herself with her gun pointed at Saren.” Miranda said flatly.
Ashley and Liara broke out laughing! Miranda couldn’t stop herself from laughing too! “Holy Shit really?! That’s amazing! Blasphemous, incendiary, violent, and tasteless! The fact that she actually liked flower arrangements would go against her public image as a badass!” Ashley said smiling.
“Yes. She contained multitudes. Occasionally multiple tongues!” Liara said looking out into the void. Miranda and Ashley looked over at her, scandalized! “Liara!” Miranda said embarrassed. “Ashley doesn’t think we were knitting. Goddess, she’s been sleeping in Jane’s bedroom for a week, she’s for sure seen evidence of what we’ve gotten up to.” Liara said sarcastically.
Ashley looked over at Liara. “How much painkillers are you on?” Ashley asked concerned. “The normal amount. For Krogan.” Liara said sounding much more loopy suddenly. “That makes sense now.” Ashley said testing Liara’s reaction by bending her fingernails up but not registering a reaction from her.
The door opened up and Specialist Traynor approached with a datapad. “Lieutenant Commander Williams?” Samantha said nervously. Ashley stood up and walked over to Traynor. “Yes, and you can omit Lieutenant Specialist. It’s still proper to refer to me as commander in the absence of… Well for as long as I’m in command. What is it?” Ashley asked.
“You have a QEC call urgently waiting for you. A rescue team just got back from the Crucible. They’ve recovered bodies.” Samantha said, swallowing nervously. Liara stood up, Jacket swirling around her as she dressed herself without missing a step. Miranda was a half-step behind her.
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Hackett came on the QEC call and looked around to see Traynor, Liara, Miranda and Ashley standing. “What I’m about to show you is beyond Top Secret. This cannot be allowed to get out until we know more. Do you all understand?” Hackett said, as the door opened and Tali, Vega, Garrus, and Javik entered the room. Crowded around the QEC, this would be the most crowded call ever attended in the Normandy’s history.
“Respectfully Admiral, we aren’t missing out on this call.” Garrus said defiantly. “Neither am I.” Tali said. “I don’t know what we’re going to see, but EDI’s watching so if Joker can see it, we’re watching it too.” Vega said.
Hackett nodded. “This is from our recovery team. Students from the Grissom Academy were the first to volunteer.” Hackett started the video. “Wait, that means?” Miranda asked as the video started and the shaky body camera started.
“Fucking focus up everyone! We’re looking for survivors! You are going to see dead bodies! Probably people you know! Don’t get distracted! If you see them and they’re dead, move on!” Jack said as the door opened, and the team of people stepped out.
They looked around the horrors of the dead bodies left around as they walked around the way to a walkway. “Jesus. What were all these bodies for?” Prangley asked. “Whatever it was, it’s over.” Rodriguez said as she pushed over a dead person.
“Cut the chatter. Focus up!” Jack barked as the team came upon the corpses of The Illusive Man and Admiral Anderson. “Shit! What happened to him!?” Prangley asked as he moved the Illusive man’s body over and the bright shiny fluid that wasn’t blood leaked out of the bullet hole now.
Jack kicked his head with her combat boot. “Fuck him! Whatever he did, he did to himself!” Rodriguez lowered Anderson’s body to the ground. “Admiral Anderson’s body should be returned. He deserves a proper burial.” Rodriguez said as she put his hat over his face.
“Later! Survivors first!” Jack said irritated. A large platform lowered down to their location, and they exchanged a look. “Well, let’s go!” Jack said stepping onto the platform. Prangley and Rodriguez joined her as it rose slowly to the higher level.
A charred ruin lay before them and the scaffolding looked warped and twisted. Jack looked around. “Fucking come on! You aren’t gone! Don’t hide from me!” Jack said like she was hunting someone.
Prangley cursed and fell! Rodriguez looked over to help him up and saw the assemblage of pipes and wreckage that he tripped over. “Oh shit!” Rodriguez said too loud as Jack looked around and rushed over.
The footage shook and everyone saw what Jack saw. “No! No! No! Fuck! You don’t get to pull this shit on me!” Jack said as she activated her biotics and pulled a pipe off of a lifeless body in a charcoal grey N7 hardsuit.
Miranda covered her mouth and let out a silent scream! She couldn’t believe her eyes! Her face was coated in dust and debris. Her face was swollen shut from a bruise. “No!” Tali said as tears clearly flowed from her behind her mask.
Ashley folded her hands and prayed. “God, I know I have no right to ask. But please, don’t let her be dead. I know she’s already had more than her fair share of miracles, but please, not for her, but for Miranda, don’t let today be the day that we watch Shepard’s body be recovered?” Ashley muttered under her breath.
A chill ran down Ashleys spine as the loudest sound ever was heard. A horrific gasp from Shepard underneath the rubble! Prangley, Rodriguez, and Jack flung rubble off of Shepard with biotics and lifted her up with their biotics. “Move! Now! Faster!” Jack shouted as she made her students go faster as they ran back to the shuttle. Jack applied medigel to Shepard in the shuttle and tried to keep her awake by gently slapping her face.
“Hey! Stay awake! You’ve got a cheerleader with a stick you left up her ass to go home to!” Jack yelled as she smacked Shepard’s face. Shepard coughed as Prangley put an oxygen mask on her face. Shepard spoke in a voice that cracked and sounded like gravel on grass. “Miranda? Liara?” Shepard said softly.
“Yeah, that’s right! Those are the two women who I walked in on spit roasting you! As far as I know they’re alive! They didn’t run off to Australia to be together without you!” Jack said and squeezed Shepard’s hand. Jack looked up at Prangley. “Fuck! Turn the cameras off! These are all part of the record!” Jack said, sounding almost embarrassed as the footage ended.
Miranda blinked unbelieving. Liara’s jaw was on the floor. Ashley looked around. Ashley made a note that the Lord moves in mysterious ways. Sometimes they’re embarrassing. Hackett came back on the call.
“An hour ago, we put Shepard into a medically induced coma after we performed emergency surgery. She had a fractured skull, a concussion, two broken legs, punctured lung, gunshot wound, burns. A laundry list of injuries. The Medigel will keep the superficial injuries healed quickly. She’s going to pull through. It’ll be about a week before she’s awake.” Hackett said simply.
“Thank the Goddess!” Liara said, eyes filling with tears. “So, Shepard’s alive?” Javik asked simply. “Yes. But she needs to heal. She’ll be healthy soon enough to visit. She clearly wants to see you both.” Hackett said indicating Miranda and Liara.
“I’ll see to it we get them there. Admiral, thank you for telling us this.” Ashley said holding back tears. “I’ll keep you in the loop. Hackett out.” Hackett disconnected.
“Well, that was a little embarrassing, but at least only a few people know about it in this room.” Vega said nervously. “Uh…” Joker said over the intercom. “Joker?” Ashley asked as she spoke into the communications.
“I uh, maybe had EDI broadcast it to the whole ship. At the same time.” Joker said sounding apologetic. “Oh God!” Miranda said, mortified. Ashley pinched the bridge of her nose. “Let’s all try to focus on the positive. That Shepard is alive and we’ll get to see her soon, specifically, the two women who love her the most.” Ashley said looking over at her team.
“Okay, so let’s try and forget Jack telling everyone on the ship what Shepard gets up to in the bedroom. It’s no one’s business what she wants to do with Liara and Miranda!” Tali said sounding indignant. “I’m sorry guys, if I knew what was going to be on that I would’ve muted it after we found out Shepard was alive.” Joker said over the intercom.
Javik opened the door first and stepped out. Tali and Garrus leaned on each other as they left. Miranda watched them go with Liara and Ashley. Miranda turned to Liara. “How long have they been an item?” Miranda asked as Vega saluted and left, leaving Traynor alone in the room with exclusively women who outranked her and were coincidentally taller than her.
“Oh, since after Rannoch. Garrus and Tali started to get much closer and the Citadel party they uh, played a little game.” Liara said smiling. Miranda looked scandalized. “No!” “Yep. Tali let him play with the Nervestim and she uh, well! If you think her impression of me in a bubble is the height of comedy, I have her screaming orgasm impression to reply with at any time that blows hers away.” Liara said as she leaned her head against Miranda’s.
Ashley pulled at her collar uncomfortably. “Well, I think we’ve learned a valuable lesson about praying. Sometimes they get answered and they’re embarrassing to the people you want to help.” Ashley said apologetically. “That wasn’t live video though. Your praying had no impact on it.” Miranda said confused.
“Uh if that’s all Commander, I actually am supposed to be off duty?” Samantha asked nervously. Ashley looked over at her surprised. “Uh yeah. Let’s go. We’re third wheels here Traynor!” Ashley said as she hurried from the room ahead of Samantha.
Samantha made to say goodbye and turn but found two hands on her shoulders. Both gloved, but the feeling of both of them was a sense of control. “Let’s talk about how you tried to seduce Jane after beating her in chess in her shower.” Liara said in a cold voice.
Samantha swallowed nervously. “I’m sorry! I didn’t know!” Samantha protested feebly. “Didn’t know what? That it’s against Alliance regulations for her to fuck you? Or did you think she had a type? Brilliant women with accents?” Miranda asked in a tone that dripped malice.
“I don’t- I mean. Brilliant?” Samantha was very confused. “I read your transcript. You’re incredibly intelligent. Obviously, Jane likes girls who are smarter than she is.” Liara said playing with Traynor’s hair. “I’m lost! What’s going on?” Samantha said, not sure if she was in danger or being propositioned.
“Let me make something clear to you Samantha. I have your Exonet search history.” Liara said coldly. Samantha’s eyes widened. “Oh no.” Samantha said nervously. “That’s right. We know exactly what kind of nasty-“ Miranda started. “depraved” Liara continued, “Perverted activities you get up to. Like that toothbrush polishes more than just your teeth, doesn’t it?” Miranda said smiling wickedly.
“Imagine how Jane would feel knowing you saved the Normandy with something you used to bring yourself to orgasm with?” Liara asked. “Next to someone you think about when you do that?” Miranda added. Samantha swallowed, “Please, I’m sorry! I’ll never-“ Samantha started to say. Liara shushed her with a finger.
“We know what you’re into. We also know what Jane’s into. We also are into it.” Miranda said putting her hand on Samantha’s lower back. “What?” Samantha asked as Liara took her finger away. “It’s simple. We’re going to gently, firmly suggest to Jane that maybe her time in the military is over. To retire with honors.” Liara said simply.
“She’s done more than anyone could ever ask for her. In exchange for this, we will be offering her literally every possible thing her heart could desire.” Miranda said simply. “That’s what we decided when she was in jail.” Liara nodded. “You will be part of that. Because we know you want it so much.” Miranda said with a smile.
“What if I say no?” Traynor asked stupidly. Liara frowned. “Then you miss out on the single greatest orgasms you could have, and we let everyone know you use your toothbrush and a recording of EDI’s voice to get off when you’re in the showers alone.” Liara said.
“I know it sounds like blackmail. Because it is. We’re blackmailing you into something fun.” Miranda said smiling. “We thought the woman we loved was dead. She isn’t. Celebrate by getting spit roasted with her?” Liara said, simplifying the offer. “Yes!” Traynor blurted out so fast.
“I mean, I would be honored to be invited.” Samantha swallowed nervously. “You’re not invited. You’re a step above kidnapped. Think of it like that. We know you like that part of the fantasy.” Liara said as she stepped around her and joined hands with Miranda as she left the room. The fucked-up thing was, they were right! That part did get Samantha wet!