Femshep/Miranda - Surrender 2/?
anonymous
December 16 2014, 22:32:33 UTC
Shepard nodded eagerly, eyes half-lidded as Miranda's mouth twisted into that all-too-familiar smirk. Gods, how she loved that smirk. Miranda reached for the buttons in her shirt, deliberately popping one at a time. As she did so, she lowered her mouth to Shepard's torso to caress and suckle on the skin as it revealed itself from underneath the garments. Shepard felt the raking of nails gently running up and down her back once all the buttons were undone, Miranda jumping back to resume the caresses on her neck as she pulled the shirt free from her arms. Eager to reciprocate, Shepard raised her hands to grab Miranda in her arms. She felt a firm grip in each wrist as the hands were moments from their targets. Miranda tutted, a smirk still on her lips, "Those aren't the rules, Love."
Shepard relented, albeit frustrated. She all but jumped as Miranda's hands snaked around her once more and followed the valleys down her body towards the back of the hem of her pants. With one hand, the brunette unclasped Shepard's belt and buttons. She wasted no time in kneading the firm ass in her hands as soon as she gained access to it. Her teeth scraped Shepard's shoulder before kneeling down to finish the job of undressing her lover. With gentle hands, Miranda helped Shepard step out of her pants and boots. Shepard was left in her panties. Miranda took a moment to appreciate the view. Shepard's wetness had seeped through the fabric. The redhead knew it. She was a little embarrassed by just how little it had taken her lover to get this reaction out of her. She found the sense of control and power the Cerberus Officer exuded completely intoxicating. Shepard reveled in these moments. Handing the reigns to someone else for a while, to someone she trusted? It was its own rush. This was not the first time the two had done this, and Shepard anticipated the pleasures to come. Another surge of arousal ran through her as she remembered Miranda could see just how much of an effect she was having on her. Miranda motioned to Shepard to part her legs further before brushing up the inner thighs with her palms. She peeled Shepard's underwear from her soaked cunt with a hitched breath, taking great enjoyment in the way the wetness clung to the panties in strings as they parted ways. Shepard felt herself grow redder with both her own and her partner's arousal.
Miranda hadn't touched her at all after untangling the underwear from her legs. She made a show of rising to her full height with Shepard's undergarments in hand, passing them in front of her face before dropping them to the floor. The brunette surveyed her, biting her lip as she took in the sight of her flustered, wet lover.
Shepard bucked as she felt a touch on her folds, fingers tracing her sex delicately. Miranda's smirk widened at the effect she had on the redhead. She sinked her fingers in a little deeper, not actually penetrating her, but thoroughly enjoying the squirming and whimpering display.
"Are you wet for me, Darling?"
Shepard fought to regain control over her breathing while Miranda continued to tease her. After running her hand through the full length of the redhead's wet cunt, she brought her hand up between them, never breaking eye contact. She parted her lips before burying two of the offending digits into her mouth, suckling on them and making a show of licking up every last drop of her lover's wetness. "Delicious."
Shepard shivered. With her clean hand, Miranda raised her chin, holding her mouth open and letting her taste herself. She buried the other fingers, still covered in her own arousal, into Shepard's mouth. "Good girl," she murmured, kissing her cheek and pressing down gently into her tongue with her fingers. Shepard pulled away from the fingers and searched for Miranda's mouth with her eyes closed. Their lips met in a searing kiss, the taste of Shepard's arousal shared between them.
"Now it's your turn," said Miranda as she playfully pushed her lover away. She extended her arms out, looking like a mannequin waiting to be undressed. Shepard took in her heaving chest and flushed cheeks. As if reading her mind, Miranda piped in, "Remember, you are not allowed to touch. Not yet."
Re: Femshep/Miranda - Surrender 2/?
anonymous
December 17 2014, 11:53:36 UTC
OP here, you just made my day anon! This is wonderful and everything I could have hoped for, I particularly love how playful Miri seems. Can't wait to see how this continues!
Thank you all kindly for the comments! I'm glad everyone seems to be enjoying the fic. :)
@OP especially glad you like it! Hope nothing seems too off for you. I wanted to give Miri a term of endearment or two to use in the fic. It proved a little difficult to choose /laughs Happy you seem to like her though.
I'm having a load of fun filling this prompt. The rest of the fill is all outlined already. I just need to write it all out. More sexy bits to come soon
Shepard relented, albeit frustrated. She all but jumped as Miranda's hands snaked around her once more and followed the valleys down her body towards the back of the hem of her pants. With one hand, the brunette unclasped Shepard's belt and buttons. She wasted no time in kneading the firm ass in her hands as soon as she gained access to it. Her teeth scraped Shepard's shoulder before kneeling down to finish the job of undressing her lover. With gentle hands, Miranda helped Shepard step out of her pants and boots. Shepard was left in her panties. Miranda took a moment to appreciate the view. Shepard's wetness had seeped through the fabric. The redhead knew it. She was a little embarrassed by just how little it had taken her lover to get this reaction out of her. She found the sense of control and power the Cerberus Officer exuded completely intoxicating. Shepard reveled in these moments. Handing the reigns to someone else for a while, to someone she trusted? It was its own rush. This was not the first time the two had done this, and Shepard anticipated the pleasures to come. Another surge of arousal ran through her as she remembered Miranda could see just how much of an effect she was having on her. Miranda motioned to Shepard to part her legs further before brushing up the inner thighs with her palms. She peeled Shepard's underwear from her soaked cunt with a hitched breath, taking great enjoyment in the way the wetness clung to the panties in strings as they parted ways. Shepard felt herself grow redder with both her own and her partner's arousal.
Miranda hadn't touched her at all after untangling the underwear from her legs. She made a show of rising to her full height with Shepard's undergarments in hand, passing them in front of her face before dropping them to the floor. The brunette surveyed her, biting her lip as she took in the sight of her flustered, wet lover.
Shepard bucked as she felt a touch on her folds, fingers tracing her sex delicately. Miranda's smirk widened at the effect she had on the redhead. She sinked her fingers in a little deeper, not actually penetrating her, but thoroughly enjoying the squirming and whimpering display.
"Are you wet for me, Darling?"
Shepard fought to regain control over her breathing while Miranda continued to tease her. After running her hand through the full length of the redhead's wet cunt, she brought her hand up between them, never breaking eye contact. She parted her lips before burying two of the offending digits into her mouth, suckling on them and making a show of licking up every last drop of her lover's wetness. "Delicious."
Shepard shivered. With her clean hand, Miranda raised her chin, holding her mouth open and letting her taste herself. She buried the other fingers, still covered in her own arousal, into Shepard's mouth. "Good girl," she murmured, kissing her cheek and pressing down gently into her tongue with her fingers. Shepard pulled away from the fingers and searched for Miranda's mouth with her eyes closed. Their lips met in a searing kiss, the taste of Shepard's arousal shared between them.
"Now it's your turn," said Miranda as she playfully pushed her lover away. She extended her arms out, looking like a mannequin waiting to be undressed. Shepard took in her heaving chest and flushed cheeks. As if reading her mind, Miranda piped in, "Remember, you are not allowed to touch. Not yet."
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@OP especially glad you like it! Hope nothing seems too off for you. I wanted to give Miri a term of endearment or two to use in the fic. It proved a little difficult to choose /laughs Happy you seem to like her though.
I'm having a load of fun filling this prompt. The rest of the fill is all outlined already. I just need to write it all out. More sexy bits to come soon
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