Re: "The Sisters Lawson" - M!Shep/Miranda/Oriana + Kasumi - 1c/?
anonymous
July 21 2013, 08:50:56 UTC
Miranda shook her head, eyes wide in shock as she rubbed her temples.
“Okay, so let me get this straight. You want to have sex with my boyfriend and in order to do so, you came up with the idea that you could join the two of us in bed as some sort of birthday present for him. Is that it?”
Oriana pursed her lips, looking up thoughtfully.
“Yeah, you pretty much hit the nail on the head. So, do you agree?” Oriana said, her expression akin to a little girl hanging on her mother’s answer on whether or not they were going to the candy shop.
Miranda sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.
“Ori… no.”
“Oh, why not?” Oriana all but whined.
Miranda gave the younger girl a hard stare, icy blue eyes bearing into the Lawson sitting across from her.
“Ori, let me remind you once again: We. Are. Sis-”
“Clones, Randa. We’re clones. It’s not incest if we’re clones.”
“Oriana-”
“No, Randa, listen to me for once!” Oriana said, shockingly forceful for the younger woman. “You’re the perfect woman - well, technically I am too, but that’s beside the point - but you’re not very good with men. You just don’t know them that well. Please understand that when I say this, I mean it in the best possible way: men are dogs. They can be cute and cuddly but almost all of them are slobbery, filthy animals who won’t stop rutting until they get old and die or someone snips their balls.”
“Ori…”
“Let me finish. Men are like dogs, but like dogs, they can also be trained. Treat a dog poorly and he eventually bites back. Treat a dog well and you’ve got a cuddly pet. Maybe he ruins some of your clothes or pisses on that new rug, but he is still manageable. Treat a dog really fucking great and he’s yours for life. I’m talking full-on loyalty all the way to the grave. Do you see where I’m going with this?”
“You make decent, if blatantly sexist, similes?”
“What I’m saying is: You have something to gain from this, too, Randa. I get a night with the Commander, albeit it’s shared with you but I don’t really have much of a problem with that, your boyfriend gets to spend his birthday with two perfect human women, and you get a savior of the galaxy completely devoted to you. Think about it, Randa: Commander John Tiberius Shepard, the Lion of Elysium, Hero of the Citadel, and the man who eliminated the Collectors wrapped around your little finger.”
Miranda said nothing, leaning back in her seat with her arms crossed, the look on her face telling those around her that she was deep in thought.
Things were silent between the two Lawson girls for a long while, neither moving from their seats as they stared each other down. Patrons of the bar came and went, the two perfect human women paying them no mind.
Finally, Miranda sighed, heavy and loud. Oriana raised an eyebrow, anticipating her answer.
The older Lawson reached forward and grabbed the bottle of the purple beverage, pouring herself not a shot, but a tall glass. She tossed her head back, allowing the drink to flow into her mouth and down her throat, Miranda gulping it down as it came.
To Oriana’s great surprise, Miranda managed to down the entire glass. When she was finished, Miranda took a deep, greedy breath before slamming the glass down on the smooth table.
“Fine.” She said, hoarsely.
Oriana smiled wide, bouncing in her seat with glee.
“Oh, thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you! You won’t regret this Randa! By the time we’re through with him, there won’t be a single woman in this galaxy he’d rather be with than you!”
“There damn well shouldn’t be…” Miranda mumbled, suddenly dizzy from the amount of alcohol she put away just moments ago.
Strong stuff…
Next thing Miranda Lawson knew, Oriana was tugging her out of her seat by her wrist, urging her older clone to head for the door.
“Come on, Randa! We’ve got to go and prepare, get ourselves some sexy little outfits!”
“Ugh,” Miranda grunted without a hint of femininity. “You mean we have to go shopping?”
“Mmhmm!” Oriana hummed, oblivious to her sister-clone’s displeasure. “We’ve got to make this a night he won’t ever forget. Make it a show for him, even. After all, Randa, it is his birthday!”
“Okay, so let me get this straight. You want to have sex with my boyfriend and in order to do so, you came up with the idea that you could join the two of us in bed as some sort of birthday present for him. Is that it?”
Oriana pursed her lips, looking up thoughtfully.
“Yeah, you pretty much hit the nail on the head. So, do you agree?” Oriana said, her expression akin to a little girl hanging on her mother’s answer on whether or not they were going to the candy shop.
Miranda sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.
“Ori… no.”
“Oh, why not?” Oriana all but whined.
Miranda gave the younger girl a hard stare, icy blue eyes bearing into the Lawson sitting across from her.
“Ori, let me remind you once again: We. Are. Sis-”
“Clones, Randa. We’re clones. It’s not incest if we’re clones.”
“Oriana-”
“No, Randa, listen to me for once!” Oriana said, shockingly forceful for the younger woman. “You’re the perfect woman - well, technically I am too, but that’s beside the point - but you’re not very good with men. You just don’t know them that well. Please understand that when I say this, I mean it in the best possible way: men are dogs. They can be cute and cuddly but almost all of them are slobbery, filthy animals who won’t stop rutting until they get old and die or someone snips their balls.”
“Ori…”
“Let me finish. Men are like dogs, but like dogs, they can also be trained. Treat a dog poorly and he eventually bites back. Treat a dog well and you’ve got a cuddly pet. Maybe he ruins some of your clothes or pisses on that new rug, but he is still manageable. Treat a dog really fucking great and he’s yours for life. I’m talking full-on loyalty all the way to the grave. Do you see where I’m going with this?”
“You make decent, if blatantly sexist, similes?”
“What I’m saying is: You have something to gain from this, too, Randa. I get a night with the Commander, albeit it’s shared with you but I don’t really have much of a problem with that, your boyfriend gets to spend his birthday with two perfect human women, and you get a savior of the galaxy completely devoted to you. Think about it, Randa: Commander John Tiberius Shepard, the Lion of Elysium, Hero of the Citadel, and the man who eliminated the Collectors wrapped around your little finger.”
Miranda said nothing, leaning back in her seat with her arms crossed, the look on her face telling those around her that she was deep in thought.
Things were silent between the two Lawson girls for a long while, neither moving from their seats as they stared each other down. Patrons of the bar came and went, the two perfect human women paying them no mind.
Finally, Miranda sighed, heavy and loud. Oriana raised an eyebrow, anticipating her answer.
The older Lawson reached forward and grabbed the bottle of the purple beverage, pouring herself not a shot, but a tall glass. She tossed her head back, allowing the drink to flow into her mouth and down her throat, Miranda gulping it down as it came.
To Oriana’s great surprise, Miranda managed to down the entire glass. When she was finished, Miranda took a deep, greedy breath before slamming the glass down on the smooth table.
“Fine.” She said, hoarsely.
Oriana smiled wide, bouncing in her seat with glee.
“Oh, thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you! You won’t regret this Randa! By the time we’re through with him, there won’t be a single woman in this galaxy he’d rather be with than you!”
“There damn well shouldn’t be…” Miranda mumbled, suddenly dizzy from the amount of alcohol she put away just moments ago.
Strong stuff…
Next thing Miranda Lawson knew, Oriana was tugging her out of her seat by her wrist, urging her older clone to head for the door.
“Come on, Randa! We’ve got to go and prepare, get ourselves some sexy little outfits!”
“Ugh,” Miranda grunted without a hint of femininity. “You mean we have to go shopping?”
“Mmhmm!” Oriana hummed, oblivious to her sister-clone’s displeasure. “We’ve got to make this a night he won’t ever forget. Make it a show for him, even. After all, Randa, it is his birthday!”
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First, bashing a whole gender, then pleading for a special case.
Two sisters technically not engaging in incest are talking about being a pig.
Good porn, bad moralizing.
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And you know, like there hasn't been worst porno's made.
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