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Massage Effect	By : Nicker Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 10429 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: The story went two ways, so I wrote both. I just couldn't decide...

There is no good or bad ending, just smutty and smuttier. It's OK if it doesn't make sense.

Pleasant small talk filled the Normandy observation deck as the ship pulled away from Illium and into deep space for a jump. After a much needed shore leave for the crew and recruiting two new members to the squad, it was time for Jane Shepard and her ground team to have a little celebration of their own. It was ladies night, Dr. Chakwas, Kelly and Tali sitting around the table relaxing with drinks in their hands. In the corner, a quiet Miranda was twirling her wine in her glass quietly, listening to the chatter.
“It was nice to see Liara,” Tali was saying with a warm voice. “It’s been a long time.”

“Yeah,” Shepard sighed, sipping her drink. “She is doing well.”

“She changed, didn’t she?” Chakwas remarked. “She seemed different.”

“Yes,” Shepard and Miranda said at the same time. Suddenly everybody was quiet and they all looked at Miranda. It took several seconds for her to realize, and she looked up from her glass with an absent look.
“Oh. We met before, you know...” she shrugged. “When we... recovered you,” she explained. Miranda was lost in thought during the whole evening, joining out of courtesy and as a duty of the XO. She knew she needed to make connections with the crew, but she felt like an outsider. She only spoke because finally it was something familiar, but the look on their faces made her regret it.

The women looked at each other, then Shepard turned back to Miranda with an encouraging smile.
“You never told me that part.”

Miranda shrugged, looking around at the others, all watching curiously.

“Oh, I suppose I thought Liara would tell you.” She sipped her drink a little bit embarrassed. “You went out for dinner and whatnot. Didn’t the subject came up?”
It was Shepard’s turn to look a bit embarrassed.

“Well, not exactly.” She cleared her throat, taking a small sip. “We, um, talked about the good old days. And what happened since.”

Miranda nodded, not really bothered by Shepard’s sudden awkwardness.

“She probably thought Miranda told you already.” Chakwas interjected quickly, while Shepard shot her a “nice save” glance.

“Oh, that would explain it,” Miranda replied, slightly clueless, but finally diffusing the situation.
But after a few moments of musing in silence, Tali spoke in a teasing voice.

“So what have you two been up to all evening?”

Shepard laughed, the tension gone. The cat was out of the bag.

“Um, we really just had a good time. Had dinner and talked. Honestly,” she explained with eyes flashing, smiling all the time. “Nothing more. It would have been too awkward.”

“Mmm-hmm,” Tali nodded.
“Okay, well, maybe she gave me a very nice massage,” Shepard relented, rolling her eyes.

“An asari massage?” Chakwas asked curiously. “Don’t they have a special thing?”

Shepard nodded with a wide grin.

“Oh yes, they have,” she chuckled. “Some asari maiden... something.”

This made Tali sit up.

“Oooh, do tell!”

Shepard lifted a hand. “It’s nothing like that. Seriously.”

Tali couldn’t help but giggle. Maybe it was just the drink, Shepard hoped.

“Yeah, because that would have been awkward.”

Shepard sighed.

“I can’t get out of this one, can I?” he looked at the quarian defeatedly.

“Nope.” Tali replied cheerfully. “So how was it?” she continued after a beat.

“Well, it was... nice, I guess.”

The quarian just tilted her head, while Dr. Chakwas chuckled and drank her brandy. She reached to fill it up again.
“Okay, it was FAN-tastic,” Shepard gestured happily. She looked like she wanted to tell the story. “I never had anything like it. It was like... like I have never been relaxed in my entire life before. All the tension in every muscle: gone! I practically turned into jelly.” She laughed.

“That sounds like fun,” Chakwas mused.

“Oh, it was... it was...” Shepard looked up at the ceiling as she searched for the word to describe it. “It was... like... hyyyaahh!” she gave up with a deep sigh.

Chakwas and Tali laughed, the older woman nodding wisely.

“I can imagine.”

“I’m telling you, I couldn’t have cared less if the Collectors would have invaded the planet. You should all try it some time!”
And then they talked about it some more, discussing techniques and experiences, while Miranda listened quietly, sipping her wine and watching the women chatter with a thoughtful expression. She didn’t have to concentrate too hard to follow them, she remembered every word and even as she kept listening, she went over the information in her head.

Asari massage.

All tension gone.

Never been more relaxed.

Couldn’t care less.
An idea started forming in her head.
***
Miranda spent the next two days doing research in her free time. She looked up all available information about massages on the Extranet, going through an enormous amount of spiritual ramblings until she found what she was looking for: techniques, tutorials, detailed illustrations with nerve and muscle mappings. The latter was quite familiar for her, but of course, during rebuilding Shepard, she wasn’t paying attention to these aspects of the human anatomy.
She did her best to sort out the superficial stuff and concentrate on the scientific explanations of the physiological effects that massages can have on a person’s state of mind and performance. It turned out the asari method that Shepard was referring to was a pretty good and thorough technique to ease tension and have a positive effect on one’s psyche. She actually wished she could have one of those massages for herself, too.
The next evening she was ready, sitting at her desk and twirling wine in her glass absently as she mused over the results on her screen. Yes, this might actually work, she thought, and it could solve several of her problems. In the past few months Shepard, in her very polite, non-invasive way, have suggested to Miranda to try and make connections with the crew, which she mostly dismissed. Most of them were Cerberus, her subordinates, probably scared of her, which she didn’t mind. She also knew they didn’t want to talk to her about anything outside of official business, and called her Ice Queen or some other nonsense behind her back. She was fine with that, too, as long as the ship ran smoothly. And it did.
However, Miranda was smart enough to know that Shepard really meant the non-human crew, the team she was putting together to battle the Collectors. And that, unfortunately included a human, who was, in many ways, worse than the aliens. Obviously, Jack was a loose cannon, clearly unstable, and compared to her, Miranda was a sweetheart.
There were some run-ins already, tensions building between Jack and Cerberus, and Miranda represented that more than anything on the ship. The biotic didn’t really see Miranda as a person. But Shepard wanted a team that could work together on the field, and Jack was a part of that. So, in order for them to succeed, they needed to ease the tensions within the group. Miranda had to do this.
She gulped down the remaining wine from her glass, sighed and stood up. She was already in her workout gear that was more comfortable for such an occasion. She threw a towel over her arm and picked up a bottle of massage oil. Taking a deep breath she walked out of the office.
***
Jack was fidgeting with a datapad in the corner of her sleeping cot, her attention constantly slipping away. Things have been quiet since they left Illium, too quiet for her taste, and she was itching for some action finally. The Normandy was a weird ship, but at least it was a good kind of non-threatening quiet. Until EDI’s voice roused her from her scattered thoughts.

“Jack, Miranda Lawson asked me to tell you that she would be visiting you in a minute. She requests you not to... ‘hurl anything at her general direction’.”

Jack rolled her eyes with a frustrated sigh and threw the datapad on her bunk.

“Fucking great. Thanks for the warning.” She snarled at EDI and reached for her gun before sitting back on her bunk and started to casually pick it apart and putting it back together.
Soon enough there were a click of shoes coming down the steps, and the Cerberus bitch appeared with a towel and a bottle in her hand. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs and waited quietly, lips pressed thin and looking a little bit uncomfortable.
Jack let her stew a bit until she put the gun back together and finally looked up at her.

“What the fuck do you want?”

Miranda Lawson took a deep breath, sighed, and waved with the arm with the towel on it.

“I am here to give you a massage.”
Jack froze, and for a moment she wondered if the world had suddenly ended. She blurted out a laugh, looking around suspiciously, and gripping her gun tighter.

“Say again?”

Miranda closed her eyes for a long second before gathering up enough willpower to speak again.

“Shepard seems to think - and I concur - that we ALL need to work together as a team and internal tensions can be detrimental to the...”

Jack closed her eyes and raised a hand to shut her up. Incidentally, there was a gun in that hand. Miranda froze for a second, but the biotic was actually not aiming at her.

“What the spinning fuck are you talking about?”

Miranda squared her shoulders and stepped forward.

“Obviously there is a tension between... certain members of the team and... I thought, as a peace offering, that a massage would be both a symbolic and a practical gesture to...”

“Are you drunk?!” Jack blurted out in annoyance, standing up from her bed with one, fluid motion, now training the gun at her.
Miranda might have been drunk, a little bit. Well, she certainly drank a couple of glasses of wine to gather up the courage. Maybe tipsy. Just a little bit.

“Absolutely not,” she replied indignantly in that aristocratic voice she used when arguing with someone. “I merely happened to hear Shepard talking about how relaxing a good massage can be, and...” she shrugged.

“So? What the fuck?” Jack shook her head, lowering the gun in her surprise.

“Look,” Miranda sighed, starting to speak like she was talking to a child. “We obviously have conflicts. So I decided I will be the mature one about it and do this as a peace offering.”

There. She said it. She felt the dizziness of the wine slowly fading. She blinked slowly to clear her head.
Jack grimaced, half turning away from her in a defensive stance, left leg in front, distributing her weight between her feet. Miranda was very observant, so she noticed this even when she didn’t want to. The biotic was sizing her up, but the pose was less aggressive than before. That was a good sign.
Jack chuckled, shaking her head with closed eyes.

“I fucking don’t believe this.”

“Believe then, that I wouldn’t be here either if it weren’t for Shepard’s wish that we learn to tolerate each other.” Past her initial nervousness, she could actually try to make a sound argument. “I am doing this for the sake of the mission. And Shepard. Can you be adult enough to see her point?”

That seemed to be working, Jack seemed to be relaxing a bit. She tilted her head as she considered.
“And this was her idea?” Jack asked, still suspicious a little bit, judging from her grimace. At least the gun was pointing to the ground.

Miranda shook her head.

“No. I did some research...”

Jack lifted a hand again to silence her, but this time it was her empty left hand. She looked Miranda over again, this time with a curious gaze.

“So this was your idea?”

“Yes.”
Jack nodded. Miranda could see the wheels turning in her head. The biotic seemed to finally grasp the length that Miranda went to make this happen. Research. Getting out of her uniform, and into a more casual attire. She was a woman, after all, wasn’t she?
She was. Jack smirked with an amused sort, closing her eyes and lifting her arms in surrender.

“Fine. Okay.”

Miranda blinked.

“What?” This was a bit too easy.

“You heard me,” Jack said. “Okay. Give me a massage.”

Miranda frowned.

“Just like this?”

“You said it yourself,” Jack shrugged. “I do this for Shepard,” she paused and added reluctantly. “And I can see you put some effort into it.”
Miranda nodded confidently. Finally, Jack saw some reason.

“So. How shall we do this?”
Miranda shrugged.

“I guess, um, you could put some blankets on this table and... lie down.”

“Okay,” Jack said, keeping the amused smile on as she threw a blanket on the table, watching Miranda from the corner of her eyes. The Cerberus operative was keeping her cool, looking very serious. There was still room for embarrassment, Jack thought as she leaned back against the table. “And now?”

“I’d say, undress, but that would require more clothing.” Miranda said with a critical frown, nodding at the leather straps covering almost nothing of her torso. “So I guess you should take your pants off.”
“Okay,” Jack said almost cheerfully, and swiftly dropped her pants, the half-smile still lingering on her red lips. She quickly stepped out of the baggy pants and stood there only in a pair of tiny, black panties. She undid the straps of her top and dropped them down onto her pants, freeing her small, round breasts. Miranda was still surprisingly cool, maybe realizing that really every inch of her was tattooed, so Jack hooked her thumbs into her panties and started to push them down.

“Panties, too?”

That did it. Miranda lifted a hand to stop her, closing her eyes.

“That’s quite unnecessary.”
Jack chuckled pulled her panties back and pointed at the table with a questioning gaze.

“Yes. On your stomach,” Miranda nodded, recovering quickly.

“M’kay,” Jack shrugged with a grin and laid down. What the fuck, she thought, at least she gets a good massage from the Cheerleader. That alone should be worth it. She doubted this was an elaborate prank, Miranda was way above that kind of shit. Besides. She wouldn’t be embarrassed finding herself naked in front of anybody from the crew.
She rested her chin on her folded hands, stretching out, ass-up on the table, letting Miranda take a good look at all her tattoos. Well, almost all. She felt Miranda standing next to her, heard the bottle pop open and the squishy sounds as she poured some oil onto her hands. Soon, warm, wet palms were touching her shoulder blades and started spreading the massage oil all over her back. So far so good.
“I suppose you expect me to pay you back somehow,” Jack said, already relaxed from all the amusement. She felt Miranda shrug as the pressure of her hands changed on her back, oiling up her lower back, closing in on her hip.

“I suppose it is up to you,” came the reply. “I do this for my own peace of mind as much as for Shepard.”
“Yeah, I doubted this whole thing was for me,” Jack snorted, teasing Miranda.

“Um, no, you’re wrong. It’s about tension and...”

“Yeah, yeah, just kidding. Relax, Cheerleader!” Jack chuckled. She had to admit, Miranda had delicate hands, probably not as callused as hers, and they did a good job so far. The rubbing stopped at the pantylines. More oil and then came her thighs and calves, and finally her ass. It didn’t feel awkward at all, just convenient. Yes. Convenient is how the cheerleader must see this whole issue. Solving a problem.
Many people would find the sight of an almost naked, oiled up, tattooed Jack with her firm little ass curving up incredibly sexy, or at least somewhat erotic, but not Miranda Lawson. Jack relaxed more as the oil warmed her skin, eyes half-closed, smiling. She didn’t mind it though. She was already starting to not care about the Cerberus Cheerleader.
“Here we go,” Miranda muttered and Jack could imagine as she frowned and narrowed her eyes in concentration, rubbing her palms together. She reached for Jack’s shoulder.

“Ready?”

“Yup.”

“Then here it is...”
And then Jack’s world exploded.
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