Mass Effect Kink Meme: PART XX

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To Each Their Clone - Chapter 2 anonymous January 13 2014, 14:48:52 UTC
Not that Miranda always was. In fact, it wasn't until Shepard came along that Miranda had even considered the notion, let alone actually entertained it. She'd had the odd relationship with men before, such as Jacob Taylor, but they ended in the same disappointment in the end. On top of that, work had usually consumed her life more than anything else. But with Shepard things just clicked, more than they had with any man. And when she discovered that she couldn't get pregnant anyway, the need for a man in her life seemed to vanish utterly.

Beyond all this, she was only really just getting to know her sister and spend some time with her. Oriana had become very special to her, and Miranda didn't want her to feel that there was someone competing for her affections and attention or that might take her away from her. That was a barrier time would remove, and when the time was right Miranda would tell Oriana all about her relationship with Jane.

Of course, she did realize that Jane's visit was going to make that difficult. Oriana was right with one thing: they would have to set up a room for Jane. Having Jane sleep with her would be a dead giveaway. She'd have to use some covert tactics in order to get some private time with Shepard. She'd need to find ways to get Oriana out of the house or sneak quick visits to Shepard's room at night. Oriana was smart though, and observant. It was a trait they shared. Miranda looked across at her sister, smiling at the way she scooped Froot Loops into her mouth. While they were the same in a lot of ways, they also seemed different in others. Oriana's youth was still apparent not just in her appearance, but in her demeanor. She was less serious than Miranda was, and sometimes even a little childish. Miranda's eyes shifted to the cereal bowl she'd already emptied. It had been occupied by drab, brown cereal of bran rather than the calico collection of sugar that Oriana was downing now. But then, Miranda had to admit that she didn't really find the taste of her bran breakfast appealing, and she'd never even tried Froot Loops.

Looking back at Oriana, Miranda saw their similarities come to the fore again with the look on her sister's face. The older Lawson frowned.

"Stop it," she ordered, making Oriana jump a little.

"S'thop whaff?" Oriana answered with a mouthful of cereal. Miranda's frown grew, but a smirk came to her face.

"I know what you're doing, I can see it on your face," she accused. "You're still planning things for Shepard."

A flush came to Oriana's cheeks and she lowered her head, swallowing her food.

"Just a little," she admitted, lifting her free hand to gesture with her thumb and forefinger appropriately.

"You're impossible," Miranda said, rolling her eyes. "I suppose I should be happy though. You're the one doing all the work from the sounds of it. I have an easy next couple of days ahead of me."

"Randaaa!" Oriana whined. The older Lawson laughed.

"I'm kidding," she said, leaning back and crossing her legs. "Just don't go overboard. Remember what I told you about her probably wanting to be treated normally. Keep it low-key, that's all I ask."

"Can't I go just a little bit further than that?" Oriana asked, almost pleadingly.

Miranda looked across at her sister, and despite their short amount of time together she'd already picked up on some of her sister's mannerisms and what they meant. She could tell that, for one reason or another, Oriana really wanted to do this. Miranda's tone became more serious when she next spoke. "You really want to for some reason, don't you?"

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To Each Their Clone - Chapter 3 anonymous January 13 2014, 14:49:36 UTC
From leaning forward slightly in her chair with a sweet smile, Oriana seemed to shrink back noticeably at Miranda's question. Her cheeks reddened a little and she looked back down at her bowl.

"Well, I...." she began, pushing the last remaining sugary life preservers around in the final dregs of milk with her spoon. "I just feel that I need to, well.... kind of.... personally thank Commander Shepard, y'know?"

She looked up at Miranda who just cocked an eyebrow. She could tell her older sister was just waiting for her to continue, so she did.

"Well, aside from saving the whole galaxy, perhaps the universe even, she's done.... a lot for us lately." A pause. "A lot for me." Another pause. "She saved my life directly, from Dad. Twice, in fact. And on top of that, she was the one who brought us together."

Miranda couldn't help but feel a small smile come to her lips and a warmth to her heart. Oriana looked up and smiled back.

"You always said that it was her who encouraged you to come and speak with me after that whole incident on Illium," Oriana said. "I know why you were reluctant to, and in some ways it might have been best if you hadn't. But.... I'm glad you did. I'm glad you listened to her."

Miranda felt her eyes tear up. She tried blinking them away. Not wanting to interrupt her sister, she remained silent.

"So, I guess you could say that Shepard is my own personal hero, in many ways," Oriana stated. "I've got a lot of respect for her." She paused. "I think a lot of her." Another pause. "And.... I think of her a lot."

Miranda's eyebrows flicked up at that last comment, and she noticed Oriana react the same way a split second later. She'd clearly said it before she'd even really thought about it, and it had taken a moment for her to register that. Oriana's cheeks grew a little redder and she quickly rose from the table, picking up her bowl.

"Well, there's a lot to be done before she arrives," Oriana stated quickly. "Better get these breakfast dishes done. Y'done with that?"

Miranda felt her coffee cup snatched away before she could even utter a response as Oriana seem to flash out of the room with an armful of empty plates, bowls and mugs. Miranda was left speechless, looking at the kitchen door that hid her sister a few seconds ago. She wasn't sure quite how to feel about what she'd just learned.

"So," Miranda whispered to herself. "She has a crush on Shepard." She sighed and shook her head. "Well that just complicates things."

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Re: To Each Their Clone - Chapter 3 anonymous January 13 2014, 19:52:38 UTC
I like where this is headed. I'll just be sitting in the corner trying to not be to much of a creeper as I wait for more.

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Re: To Each Their Clone - Chapter 3 anonymous January 13 2014, 22:40:15 UTC
Sounds like Miri wants Shep all to herself. I look forward to A!A teaching her to share!

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Re: To Each Their Clone - Chapter 3 anonymous January 14 2014, 01:32:17 UTC
Ooh, goody! As much of a fan as I am of a good Miranda/Jack story, second on my list of guilty pleasures is some hot Miranda/Oriana clonecest. And with FemShep thrown into the mix, as well, I'm definitely keeping an eye on this one.

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To Each Their Clone - Chapter 4 anonymous January 14 2014, 14:22:53 UTC
It had been just over 45 hours since the breakfast where Oriana had been given the news of Shepard's visit. Miranda stood alone in a dim room, lit only by the screens surrounding her. Each one displayed something different; a leg here, a hinge there. Some were circuit diagrams, others a collection of wires or other pathways. They all had one thing in common tough: the massive, squid-like creature of metal that dominated one of the screens entirely, as well as rotating gently in hologram form on a console in the center of the room. As she brought up two images of the same Reaper leg side-by-side, albeit with different layers of depth, a door to Miranda's left hissed open.

"She's here!" Oriana said excitedly, poking halfway into the room.

"Just a minute," Miranda answered casually.

"What do you mean 'just a minute?'" Oriana answered in disbelief. "She's not here in a minute, she's here now!"

"Is she standing with you there right now?" Miranda asked, not even turning to face her sister and leaning forward to manipulate the haptic interface before her. A series of lines appeared running through one of the two images before her.

"Well... no," Oriana admitted. "She's just been dropped off outside, and is probably coming up the-"

"Then an extra..." Miranda turned her head towards a holographic clock on her console "...forty seven seconds won't make that much of a difference. I think I'm onto something here."

"Fine then," Oriana huffed. "I'll go and be the polite host and take her bags then." She turned around and mumbled, "I may as well, I did pretty much everything else f-"

The clarity of Oriana's voice was cut off as the door closed, turning it into an ever-fading incomprehensible rumble before all was silent. Miranda ignored it as she made some notes, then did a double-take.

"Wait, bags?" she uttered to nobody, and began turning her head. "How many ba-"

Oriana wasn't there of course. Miranda made an irritated sound. "Bloody marvelous," she grumbled, placing the datapad down on the console. Switching off all the screens, holograms and consoles, she headed for the door her sister had disappeared behind just moments ago.

Miranda heard Shepard before she saw her. Jane was objecting to something as she came up the stairs from the research lab to the main entrance. Oriana flashed by carrying something fairly large in each hand, calling back about it being "no trouble."

"Ah, there she is," Jane said with a warm smile as soon as they came into view of each other. "I wasn't interrupting anything, was I?"

Miranda couldn't help but smile broadly at the sight of Jane. Even when off-duty, she was wearing her Alliance fatigues. But then, Jane never seemed to be off-duty. Miranda wanted to make just two quick strides towards Shepard, take her in her arms and press her lips into Jane's, and remain that way forever. But she couldn't do that. Not with Oriana standing right there, watching Jane with a huge grin on her face. Especially not after what she'd picked up on the morning she'd told Oriana about Shepard's visit. She and Jane definitely needed to have a talk, and soon. And a talk while alone at that. Thankfully Shepard had remained pretty reserved as well, and Miranda hoped that she'd keep it that way until they could have this little chat. Looking at Shepard right now told Miranda one thing at least: she'd been spending too much time just standing there staring at the woman rather than answering her question.

"No, nothing important," Miranda finally answered after shaking herself out of the brief daze. "Just more, well... cleaning up the mess you left us."

Shepard laughed in response and turned to Oriana. "This is the thanks I get from your sister for saving the galaxy is it?"

"Oh, she's just sore that there weren't more Reapers intact is all," Oriana quipped with a wink to Miranda. "She says we're helping humanity, but I just think deep down she'd like to be sitting atop a working one wearing a crown and make the world bow to Queen Miranda as the creature does her bidding."

Shepard laughed while Miranda just shook her head and rolled her eyes.

"Y'know, if you'd told me that when I first met Miranda, I'd have believed you," Shepard joked. "No question."

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To Each Their Clone - Chapter 5 anonymous January 14 2014, 14:24:50 UTC
Miranda gasped, then reached for a throw pillow from a nearby chair. "You bitch!" she said, half-laughing as she threw it at Shepard. The Spectre took the pillow to the face and fell to the floor deliberately in a manner that would win her no acting awards.

"Oh no!" Jane laughed. "The great Commander Shepard has finally been defeated by a soft cushion." She made feigned dying noises. "When I die, make sure I'm buried in a coffin made entirely of living, naked asari." She paused. "Actually, just bury me in naked asari instead of the ground." Another pause. "And, there's no need to make sure I'm dead first."

"No way," Miranda said with a defiant smirk, crossing her arms and thrusting out one hip. "That would be cruel and unusual punishment for the asari. Putting up with your ego and all."

"This from Miss Perfect," Shepard quipped back.

Miranda narrowed her glance at Shepard, then in an uncharacteristically childish manner poked her tongue out at the Spectre for a split second. Laughter coming from off to the side drew the attention of both Shepard and Miranda.

"My God!" Oriana got out as she realized both women were looking at her. "I had no idea that Shepard was so funny! And so much fun!" She laughed a little more. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"She usually isn't," Miranda said with a smirk. "I think one of those Reapers hit her in the head a little too hard or something."

Shepard laughed and got to her feet, casually tossing the cushion to Miranda. "It's just been a long, loooooong last few months of being down-to-business, deadpan serious," Shepard explained with a shake of the head. "It was good to finally let my hair down and just joke around a little."

"Well, that's what you're here for, isn't it?" Oriana said with a wide grin. "Have you visited any of the others yet?"

"You mean like Garrus, Tali, Wrex, et cetera?" Shepard asked. Oriana nodded. "No. This was the first port of call."

"Oh," Miranda said, and she winked at her sister. "Hear that, sis? You're Shepard's favorite."

Miranda tried not to blush, and tried to make sure Shepard didn't say too much. She noticed the two suitcases at Oriana's side and used them to change the subject, as well as answer a nagging question.

"Two bags? How long were you planning on staying?" Miranda queried.

"If it's okay by you, I was thinking about a week. Maybe a week and a half."

"Oh, wow!" Miranda said. "I didn't realize it'd be that long. I figured, just three or four days."

"Thankfully, one of us planned ahead," Oriana answered proudly. "I brought enough food to last at least ten days. After that, we can always get more. Or perhaps we could eat out a few times at some nice restaurant."

"One thing at a time, Ori," Miranda said, noticing her sister was starting to get excited. If she didn't put an end to this, Oriana would have Shepard's whole visit planned out in the next half an hour. "Shepard's probably tired and just wants to relax for now. We can work out places to go and things to do later."

"You're right, Sis. Sorry Shepard," Oriana apologized. "I'll show you to your room. It's got a great view of the lake."

"My room?" Shepard queried with confusion, then she saw the look on Miranda's face. "Oh, yes! Lead the way, Oriana."

As soon as Jane and Oriana disappeared upstairs and through a door, Miranda slumped against the wall behind her and sighed to the ceiling above.

"I was looking forward to this," she told herself. "Now I'm not sure this is going to end in anything less than some kind of disaster."

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To Each Their Clone - Chapter 6 anonymous January 14 2014, 14:26:23 UTC
Miranda had to take Shepard aside and talk with her, but she needed a way to distract Oriana and keep her distracted for at least a few minutes, preferably closer to half an hour. Oriana had already planned pretty much everything though, so she couldn't exactly send her out of the house for something. She didn't have any boyfriends she could convince to keep her busy with. Or girlfriends for that matter. On top of it all, Oriana was already rather taken by Shepard, and Miranda could see it would be hard to separate them. In fact, why was Oriana interested in Shepard at all when she only asked her about boys and getting their attention? Was she merely bisexual, or was Oriana also trying to hide that side of herself because she thought it was expected of her to like boys? Or did Shepard simply have that same affect on Oriana as she'd had on her two years ago. Unfortunately, while Miranda was usually pretty good at digging for answers, these were questions she could really only find out from the source.

Thankfully for Miranda, Oriana provided an opportunity for her to have some brief alone time with Jane after the two women returned from upstairs. "It'll be time for dinner in an hour or two," Oriana said. "So why don't I go to the kitchen and get it ready while you two catch up on old times, okay?"

"Sounds good," Miranda smiled. She turned to Shepard. "Shall we retire to the living room?"

"Sure," Jane agreed. "Lead the way."

Shepard followed Miranda and the two sat together on the same couch. As soon as Miranda turned to face Shepard, she felt the redheaded Spectre's lips press forcefully against hers and pull her close. Miranda melted into the kiss without thought for a few seconds, but pulled away as reason entered her head just before Jane's tongue followed it.

"Shepard!" Miranda chided in sharp whisper. "Not so careless. Oriana's only one room away!"

"Oh, she won't hear us," Shepard said with a hungry look. Some pots and pans clattered loudly in the distance as Shepard leaned in again. "Case in point," Jane added as her lips mashed into Miranda's once more.

Miranda found herself reciprocating again, returning the kiss almost as much as Shepard was giving it. Shepard pulled away with a slurping smack, pressing her forehead against Miranda's. When Jane next spoke Miranda wasn't sure if it was Shepard's voice or her own thoughts, because they were exactly the same.

"I've been waiting sooooo long for this," the voice said with satisfaction. They kissed again for a few seconds more before Miranda managed to pull herself together, as well as apart from Shepard.

"Jane, wait," Miranda said, gasping in some air. "We need to talk first."

"About Oriana I take it?"

"Yes. About her," Miranda nodded.

"You made it pretty clear before that you haven't told her," Shepard said with a smirk. "But, realistically Miri... she's not stupid."

"Of course she's not stupid," Miranda said proudly. "She's my sister."

"Yes. And I'm pretty sure she already knows about us," Jane said.

"Oh... I'm pretty sure she doesn't," Miranda said with wide eyes and a shake of the head.

"Oh, come on. She must!" Shepard scoffed. "I mean, when we were upstairs she was showing me the view of the lake. She gave me this sly sideways glance and commented on how 'romantic' it looked when the moon reflected in it on a clear night or during sunset." Jane laughed. "She was clearly hinting at something."

Miranda frowned a little at that, shaking her head. "Oh. She really was, that much I agree with you on."

Shepard's brow twisted and she glanced at Miranda sideways. "Meaning?"

Despite being a tad miffed at what Shepard had just told her, Miranda couldn't help but chuckle.

"God, you really are quite thick sometimes, Shepard," she said as she poked her in the chest. "Isn't it obvious?"

"Uhhh..." Shepard began, squeezing her eyes tightly. "No."

"Oriana has a crush on you, you idiot," Miranda said with a roll of her eyes. "She was flirting with you, not making some sort of veiled indication that she knew you and I would get up to some hanky panky while you're here."

"Seriously? Oriana?" Shepard asked, eyes wide. Miranda just nodded. Shepard made an interested noise after a few seconds, and then a smirk came to her face.

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To Each Their Clone - Chapter 7 anonymous January 14 2014, 14:27:38 UTC
"Interesting," she said slyly. Miranda frowned.

"No!"

"What?" Shepard asked.

"Don't you get any ideas about stringing her on, or even just joking about it," Miranda ordered. "You're to discourage this at every turn. In fact, you're to not acknowledge it at all."

"I wasn't going to, I was just going to make a joke," Shepard defended.

"Keep it to yourself," Miranda said. "I don't want to know!"

"How long have you known about this?" Jane asked more seriously.

"Since I told her two mornings ago," Miranda answered.

"Did she just up and say it, or..."

"No, but it was so damn obvious," Miranda said. "Actually, she kind of let it slip. She was going on about you being her own personal hero after everything you've done for her, and how she not only thought a lot of you, but also thought about you a lot."

"She thinks about me a lot, huh?" Shepard said, cocking an eyebrow.

"Apparently," Miranda said with a shrug.

"Even late at night when she's alone in bed and she-" Jane began to make a gesture with her fingers but was cut off.

"You pervert!" Miranda interrupted, walloping Jane with one of the couches throw pillows. "If you keep going on like that, I'll find a way to make one of these things kill you for real."

"Okay, I was kidding!" Jane defended with a laugh.

"It's not funny," Miranda said, hitting Shepard again, but as serious as she tried to make it sound there was mirth in her voice. "It's sad and unfair. And it could tear us apart. That's why we need to be careful, and wait for the right time to tell her."

"I'm sorry, Miri," Jane said, putting a hand on Miranda's knee. "I should have been more tactful."

"Yes, you should have," Miranda answered sharply, but then she smiled. "Boy, is this the reverse of personalities or what?"

"I'll say!" Jane said with a chuckle. "You're usually the one with no tact."

"Bitch," Miranda said, slapping Shepard with the cushion again. "I've warned you. I'll infuse these things with Reaper tech and then we'll see whose so lippy."

"I'll be good," Jane said with a half-hearted salute.

"You'd better be!" Miranda ordered, shaking her finger like a stern teacher. "Especially around Ori. Or else."

"I get it!" Shepard said in feigned fear. "Or you'll kill me with pillows."

"Damn right, I will," Miranda said. "If all else fails, I'll smother you with them in your sleep."

"With the couch ones, or those ones," Shepard said, a pointed finger darting back and forth between Miranda's breasts. Miranda scowled.

"I warned you," she said, pushing Shepard down and hitting her repeatedly. Shepard just laughed loudly as she intentionally defended herself poorly. Eventually she found her own cushion and began fighting back. This lasted a couple of minutes before they heard somebody clearing their throat from across the room. Both looked towards the source, blushing as they saw Oriana standing there with a bowl of potato chips in one hand and one of peanuts in the other. The younger Lawson sister was shaking her head, but had a big grin on her face.

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To Each Their Clone - Chapter 8 anonymous January 14 2014, 14:28:38 UTC
"Honestly! You two are like a couple of children," she chided, followed by a giggle. "I'm the one whose only just stopped being a teenager, and you guys are the ones having a silly pillow fight. Two grown women and all... what do you two have to say for yourselves?"

Miranda checked Oriana's expression at this and it seemed completely oblivious, like she and Shepard were just having a childish pillow fight for the hell of it. It was Shepard who answered, her arm extending towards Miranda. "She started it."

Miranda looked across and scowled, but it quickly grew into a huge grin. "I can't believe you saved the whole galaxy. You."

"I brought you two some snacks," Oriana said. "So be careful with those pillows, or you'll make a mess."

"Yes, Mom," Shepard mocked. Oriana laughed.

"Well, since we're in this sort of mood, maybe we should all have a slumber party tonight," the younger Lawson suggested.

"What?" Miranda asked, the tone of her voice suddenly serious.

"Yeah, y'know... we all just spend the night down here, eating food that's bad for us and watching vids while we chat about girly stuff. It'd be great!"

"Well, I guess that's Shepard's decision," Miranda started, looking across at Jane. Shepard already had her hand up.

"It's a nice thought, Oriana, but... I'm pretty tired right now," she declined. "I'd probably fall asleep before the first movie was even over. Perhaps another night, but I think after dinner and maybe a drink or two, I might call it a night. If you two don't mind that is?"

"Not at all, Shepard," Miranda nodded, relieved that Shepard had turned down the suggestion.

"Yes, of course," Oriana said. "I should have realized." She placed the bowls on the coffee table. "Here are your snacks for now. Dinner's still at least an hour and a half away. I'll give you guys a yell when it's ready."

Oriana disappeared back into the kitchen, leaving Shepard with Miranda again. They cleaned up the room, spending the next hour and a half simply filling each other in on the last few months of their lives, catching up on lost times and reminiscing about old ones. As the night went on, Miranda was becoming more comfortable and confident of things, especially when the three of them talked and mingled during the meal that followed, then had a few drinks in the living room, where Shepard told Oriana stories about Miranda, and Miranda tried to one-up the Spectre each time. When they had each retired to their own rooms at the end of the evening, Miranda felt a lot better than she had upon Shepard's first arrival.

"This is going to work," she told herself as she lay in bed. "I have a good feeling about this."

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Re: To Each Their Clone - Chapter 8 anonymous January 14 2014, 18:03:47 UTC
Oh Miranda you are so delightfully wrong that it hurts. Dam I wish I could travel into the future to see what happens next.

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Re: To Each Their Clone - Chapter 8 anonymous January 15 2014, 09:15:17 UTC
moar please

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To Each Their Clone - Chapter 9 anonymous January 15 2014, 15:15:16 UTC
Jane Shepard was in a good mood the next morning. She got to sleep in for the first time in as long as she could remember, so ended up coming downstairs for breakfast while the other two were already considering what to have for lunch. Shepard just ended up having a light snack while Miranda and Oriana downed their midday meal, then Oriana suggested they take Shepard shopping. Miranda wasn't sure Shepard would enjoy such a humdrum (and somewhat feminine, given the shops they were going to) activity, and in some ways she was right in the end. Shepard seemed a bit at a loss, not really into looking at anything much. Miranda fumed a little whenever Oriana suggested Shepard try on anything that was even remotely revealing, figure-hugging or showed off her curves.

Not that Shepard really had curves like the two Lawson sisters did. Jane was very fit and physically attractive, but she was more muscular and her figure was not quite as smooth or graceful as either Miranda or Oriana. Quite often Shepard's response to Oriana's clothing suggestions was that it would suit either Miranda or Oriana more. Oriana would sometimes blush at this and run off and try it on for Shepard, which also made Miranda silently fume. Whenever Oriana was in a stall getting changed she'd even lean in to Shepard and whisper things like, "be nice, but not too nice" when it came to her opinion on how Oriana would look. Even then, Shepard was a little too complimentary in Miranda's eyes. Jane was at least not wearing her Alliance fatigues on the trip, opting for a pair of dark gray jeans and a tight black t-shirt with the N7 logo on the right breast and the famous red and white stripe down the same sleeve.

Stopping off at a cafe now and then seemed more in line with Shepard's idea of a relaxing afternoon on the town, until she came to a weapons stall and the Lawson sisters had to almost pry the redheaded Spectre away with a crowbar. The same thing happened again when Jane saw a shop that sold model ships, hoping to add more to the collection she had in her quarters on the SR2. After leaving the model shop, Miranda asked Shepard about the famous ship she had once served on and Jane revealed that it was currently getting a refit. After a few more stop-offs at some clothing stores, the trio headed home.

After dinner, the three women retired to the living room to watch a couple of vids. A couple of modern human action movies kicked things off, followed by a turian war drama that ended up boring all observers. They managed to get through the whole thing though, even if they were all yawning at the end of it. This led to the three agreeing to get a reasonably early night's sleep. Or at least that's what they all told each other. Miranda stretched and yawned as she got to her feet about ten minutes after the last movie had ended.

"Well, I'm off to have a shower," she stated. "I guess I'll see you both in the morning."

When Oriana faced away and looked towards Shepard, Miranda gave her lover a quick wink and disappeared behind the wall. Both remaining women called out "good night" to Miranda as she departed from the room, and as soon as her older sister's footsteps faded away, Oriana turned to Shepard again.

"Shepard, do you mind if I ask you something... personal?"

Shepard felt instantly uncomfortable. She knew that if she said the wrong thing Miranda would kill her. "Sure," she answered, sounding more confident than she actually was. "Fire away."

"Well, it's just an observation I've had based on what you've said," Oriana began. "I've noticed you've mentioned being attracted to asari a few times over the last couple of days. For instance, today you said the only thing that's sexier than a big gun is an asari holding one wearing nothing but thermal clips. And yesterday you made that joke about being buried in naked asari."

Jane laughed. "A fair enough observation I guess," she said. "I thought everybody was attracted to the asari though?"

"Maybe," Oriana said, her cheeks reddening. "But a lot of people refer to asari as basically being blue women."

"I suppose they do seem that way on the surface," Jane admitted.

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To Each Their Clone - Chapter 10 anonymous January 15 2014, 15:16:38 UTC
"Well, given that, I was wondering if, since you are attracted to asari, and that asari are basically blue women, does that mean you are attracted to... uh... not blue women?"

Jane's brow twisted. "So... you mean, am I attracted to women? As in human women?"

"Yeah," Oriana said. "Ju-just curious. I'm just... just wondering?"

Shepard wasn't sure where to go from here. Was lying to Oriana the best thing to keep her at a distance, or would it just make it worse when Miranda decided it was time to open up to her younger sister about their relationship. Jane didn't want Oriana to think her a liar and betray her trust, even if it was to stop Oriana from having something she couldn't. In the end, Shepard decided that straight-up honesty was the best policy. At least to start with. From there she could see where Oriana's questioning was going to go beyond that.

"Yes," Shepard said with a sigh. "I am."

Oriana's eyes widened and a large grin appeared on her face, but it only lasted for a couple of seconds before the young girl collected herself and acted seemingly normal again.

"Okay. That's interesting," Oriana said, rather plainly. "Thanks for answering my question."

"You're... welcome," Shepard said hesitantly, and then Oriana stood up and stretched her arms.

"Well, I think I'll hit the sack too. G'night, Shepard," she said cheerfully.

And then she was gone, leaving Shepard alone in the living room. The Spectre sighed and got to her feet, heading up the stairs herself. She approached her bedroom door, then heard the bathroom one behind her open. Out stepped Miranda, brushing her hair and wearing a bathrobe that mostly exposed her exquisite legs. She gave Shepard a smile and a wink, so Shepard approached her slowly.

"Ori's gone to bed I take it?" Miranda whispered. Shepard nodded so Miranda smiled wickedly. "Good. I think tonight we'll have to catch up for lost time."

"I'll take a quick shower too then," Jane whispered back suggestively. "You should have let me join you in there."

"Too noisy. Oriana would have found out in a heartbeat," Miranda said. "See you when you've washed up."

Miranda disappeared into her room, running one leg up the edge of the doorframe suggestively before it vanished with the rest of her. Shepard let out a quiet whistle, then disappeared into the bathroom and disrobed. In Miranda's bedroom, the former Cerberus femme fatale quickly approached her vanity and sprayed a small amount of perfume on herself. Checking herself out one last time in the mirror, she snuck back out of her room, past the bathroom door where she could hear running water, and straight towards Shepard's room. Slipping inside, Miranda let her robe drop to the floor at the foot of the bed, before kicking it aside. Completely naked from head to toe with only the moonlit lake bathing her perfectly smooth skin in pale, blue reflected light, she crawled into Shepard's bed and pulled the covers right up to her chin. There she simply waited for her lover to return.

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To Each Their Clone - Chapter 11 anonymous January 15 2014, 15:20:32 UTC
Miranda wasn't the only one with a sexy surprise in store for Shepard though. Peeking out of a crack in her bedroom door, Oriana made sure the coast was clear before tiptoeing out of her room. Dressed in a loose night dress held on by two thin straps and with a hem halfway down her thighs, she knew she had to make her way past Miranda's room before getting to Shepard's. Loud running water was her friend as far as she was concerned though, and would hopefully provide her the noisy distraction she needed to get past unheard.

'Good, Miranda's still in the shower' Oriana thought to herself. 'Here's hoping she takes as long as she usually does, just to be sure.'

Oriana made it to Shepard's door without incident, but her stomach was a mass of fluttering nerves. She couldn't believe she was going to be as bold as she was, but she felt that the best way to approach Shepard was to be indirectly direct. If Shepard didn't love what she had planned for her tonight, then she'd never have a shot at the Spectre. Taking a deep breath, Oriana carefully slid the door aside.

Inside Shepard's room, Miranda heard the door begin to move, and for a split second saw a line of light from beyond before she quickly pulled the covers up over her head completely. She was hoping to be a surprise for Shepard when her lover pulled back the covers, then she could jump her. It might cause a little too much noise and draw the attention of Oriana she figured, but if that happened then so be it. She was so hungry for it right now, and felt she'd put it off too long already. She didn't care if Oriana found out at this point, she just needed some sexual gratification. Shepard hadn't seemed to notice her yet, and from what she could tell hadn't even turned the light on.

Oriana avoided the light switch because it would give too much away. She had figured that the light was dim enough for her to not even be noticed. It was hard to tell, but it looked like somebody was lying down in the bed under the covers. Oriana got low to the ground, crawling on her hands and knees as she crept closer. She felt like some kind of prowling cat, ready to strike at its prey. But she had to be smoother than a cat with her strike. And more precise. Reaching the foot of the bed, she carefully began lifting the covers up.

Miranda felt movement at beneath her feet. For a moment she thought Shepard had sat on the edge of the bed, but she soon realized that the moment was one of rising, not compression. She held her tongue and waited patiently, knowing that she'd been discovered, but anticipating what was to come.

Like a snake entering a rabbit warren, Oriana slid herself up under the covers. She could vaguely make out two feet ahead of her, so she tentatively reached out and placed her palms upon them, wrapping her fingers around the ankles. As she encouraged them to shift to either side, she felt a sense of relief as there was no unwillingness or fight against it.

As soon as Miranda felt her legs being encouraged to part, she slowly opened her thighs, sliding her legs smoothly between the satin sheets. Her upper teeth sank gently into her lower lip as she awaited what would soon follow. She decided to take a peek, not down under the covers, but over the top of them. There she could see the vague lump in the sheets, with a secondary taller lump slowly heading up the center of the bed towards where she wanted it most. Fingertips tickled their way past her knees, working up her inner thighs teasingly.

Oriana found Shepard's legs smoother to the touch than she'd expected after so many years of being an Alliance soldier. She crept further and further up, each tiny inch seeming like a foot under the covers. Eventually the prize she saw gleamed up ahead of her, only just visible in the darkness. As she drew her face closer she could smell something familiar. In fact, two things familiar. But she couldn't place them the way they mingled together and with the mild, euphoric haze her mind was in. She couldn't believe she was about to do what she had in mind, and from what she could tell Shepard was all ready for it. Not only was Oriana being encouraged to proceed, but the glistening petals before her were clearly wanting it to. Shaking a little, Oriana reached forward with her fingers.

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To Each Their Clone - Chapter 12 anonymous January 15 2014, 15:22:03 UTC
Miranda gasped a little at the feeling of warm breath against her sex, then again a couple of seconds later as she felt two sets of fingertips make very subtle contact just to either side of them. Her incisors and canines bit slightly deeper into the lip below them as she felt her folds parted carefully, then they remained that way, the only feeling for the next few moments three warm puffs against her widened pussy. It was like Shepard was waiting for the go-ahead or something, so Miranda gave it in a breathy voice.

"Eat me."

Oriana was a bit nervous after opening her present, leaving her somewhat frozen at the sight of it. Encouragement to go on came in the form of muffled approval from beyond the layers of bedding she could only just make out. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, Oriana extended her tongue and pressed her face forwards. The mouth muscle eased between the lubricated slit before her easily, and with a muted moan of pleasure and appreciation from above, it steered her on to continue. Oriana smiled and continued on, stroking her tongue repeatedly up through the oozing coral gash, both softly and firmly at the same time.

Miranda pressed her head down into the pillow beneath it, not being able to believe how far along the road to orgasm she already was with only a few lashes from the tongue between her legs. Perhaps it was having nothing but her fingers and toys to get herself off with for so long, or perhaps it was her memory fading, but she never remembered feeling this good when Shepard had gone down on her in the past. Not that Jane had been bad at oral sex in the past, but right now it was like her tongue knew right where to go to get maximum effect.

Oriana was no expert at this, and she would never claim to be. In fact, she'd never done this before, or anything even remotely like it. She wanted to make Shepard feel as good as possible though, and she figured that the best means of doing that was targeting the same areas of Shepard's sex that made her feel good. The main difference here though, aside from it not being her, was that she was using her tongue in this case, rather than her fingers. As far as she could tell though, it was having the right effect. She decided to wrap her hands around Shepard's waist and pull her closer to her face.

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