Regulations - Minifill
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April 18 2013, 19:14:51 UTC
"Commander!"
Miranda's voice was raised in mock outrage, breathless as she was forced back onto her bed.
"There are regulations, we can't-"
"I am your superior officer, soldier."
Jack's voice was imperious, loudly cutting off Miranda's fake protests.
"I say jump, you say how high. I say calibrate the guns, you calibrate. I say strip, you strip."
She crawled slowly up Miranda's body, Shepard's open, borrowed jacket hanging loosely from her thin frame. Miranda didn't respond, her eyes shining excitedly as Jack gave her a teasing half-smile.
"Do I make myself clear, Williams?"
Miranda smiled back at her, hands moving slowly to the catches of her catsuit with pretend nervousness.
"Aye-aye, Skipper," she said slowly, lowering her eyes from Jack's piercing gaze.
Jack too, lowered her gaze, watching hungrily as Miranda slowly pulled away the catsuit, revealing her creamy white skin underneath. Her hands itched to touch, grab, and knead it, but she resisted, licking her lips in anticipation.
Jack watched for some time, watching Miranda undress as she straddled Miranda's hips. Finally, unable to take the slow pace, she grabbed the ends of Miranda's suit, pulling them apart, ripping the zipper down.
"I gave you an order, Williams!" she shouted, drinking in the sight of Miranda's bare flesh revealed, only a lac bra and panty set marring the smooth skin below her.
"Commander!" Miranda squealed excitedly, gasping as Jack let go of her suit and began ravenously running her hands over her torso.
Both of them froze as a throat cleared behind them, eyes locking on each other. As one, they turned, Miranda leaning out while Jack looked back over her shoulder.
Commander Shepard stood, arms folded, in front of Miranda's door, brow furrowed as she frowned down at them.
Clearing her throat once more, she pointed briefly at Jack, indicating her jacket. Jack looked back at Miranda, who nodded, face burning.
Jack stood and walked over to Shepard by the door, wearing nothing but her tattoos and the jacket, shrugging it off and holding it at arm's length to Shepard, who took it gently with two fingers.
Jack's arm fell back to her side and she and Shepard stared at each other for several moments, neither saying anything. After what felt like several minutes, Shepard cleared her throat once more.
"I should go," she blurted as she turned on her heel, bumping face-first into the door in her haste to leave the room.
The door closed behind her and Jack shifted her weight onto one bare foot, staring at the door after her.
"I don't think we should tell her about her pants," Miranda said, coming up behind her and resting her chin on her shoulder, bare chest pressing aganst Jack's back, reigniting her passion.
"Don't care, Williams," Jack said, restarting the game and pushing away from Miranda to leer at her lustily. "More importantly," she said, biotic glows forming around her "I remember giving you an order to strip."
-
Shepard pinched the bridge of her nose as the door closed behind her, ignoring the subsequent squeals that issued forth. Being the savior of humanity was one thing, but this was too much.
Miranda's voice was raised in mock outrage, breathless as she was forced back onto her bed.
"There are regulations, we can't-"
"I am your superior officer, soldier."
Jack's voice was imperious, loudly cutting off Miranda's fake protests.
"I say jump, you say how high. I say calibrate the guns, you calibrate. I say strip, you strip."
She crawled slowly up Miranda's body, Shepard's open, borrowed jacket hanging loosely from her thin frame. Miranda didn't respond, her eyes shining excitedly as Jack gave her a teasing half-smile.
"Do I make myself clear, Williams?"
Miranda smiled back at her, hands moving slowly to the catches of her catsuit with pretend nervousness.
"Aye-aye, Skipper," she said slowly, lowering her eyes from Jack's piercing gaze.
Jack too, lowered her gaze, watching hungrily as Miranda slowly pulled away the catsuit, revealing her creamy white skin underneath. Her hands itched to touch, grab, and knead it, but she resisted, licking her lips in anticipation.
Jack watched for some time, watching Miranda undress as she straddled Miranda's hips. Finally, unable to take the slow pace, she grabbed the ends of Miranda's suit, pulling them apart, ripping the zipper down.
"I gave you an order, Williams!" she shouted, drinking in the sight of Miranda's bare flesh revealed, only a lac bra and panty set marring the smooth skin below her.
"Commander!" Miranda squealed excitedly, gasping as Jack let go of her suit and began ravenously running her hands over her torso.
Both of them froze as a throat cleared behind them, eyes locking on each other. As one, they turned, Miranda leaning out while Jack looked back over her shoulder.
Commander Shepard stood, arms folded, in front of Miranda's door, brow furrowed as she frowned down at them.
Clearing her throat once more, she pointed briefly at Jack, indicating her jacket. Jack looked back at Miranda, who nodded, face burning.
Jack stood and walked over to Shepard by the door, wearing nothing but her tattoos and the jacket, shrugging it off and holding it at arm's length to Shepard, who took it gently with two fingers.
Jack's arm fell back to her side and she and Shepard stared at each other for several moments, neither saying anything. After what felt like several minutes, Shepard cleared her throat once more.
"I should go," she blurted as she turned on her heel, bumping face-first into the door in her haste to leave the room.
The door closed behind her and Jack shifted her weight onto one bare foot, staring at the door after her.
"I don't think we should tell her about her pants," Miranda said, coming up behind her and resting her chin on her shoulder, bare chest pressing aganst Jack's back, reigniting her passion.
"Don't care, Williams," Jack said, restarting the game and pushing away from Miranda to leer at her lustily. "More importantly," she said, biotic glows forming around her "I remember giving you an order to strip."
-
Shepard pinched the bridge of her nose as the door closed behind her, ignoring the subsequent squeals that issued forth. Being the savior of humanity was one thing, but this was too much.
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