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Making A Mistake	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 33872 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A week later, the event in the showers had been mostly forgotten, and Miranda was on her way to a briefing, a small smile on her face. For the past few days, Miranda had found her masturbation sessions had gone from several times monthly to several times daily. She was still coming down off her last self-stimulation, and the taste of her juices licked off her fingers was still pleasantly clinging to her tongue.
The sudden increase in her libido worried her a little, and she'd even gone to Mordin for a check-up. She hadn’t been quite courageous enough to reveal the real reason for her sudden desire for a physical, which may have been why the salarian doctor had found nothing wrong. Oh well, it was harmless enough, she supposed. And at least she had managed to keep from fingering herself in the public showers again.
And God, the orgasms had been amazing. Miranda couldn't remember having ever cum as hard as she had over the past few days. The one just before this meeting had left her writhing and mewling in ecstasy on her bed for almost three minutes, and they only seemed to be getting better and better as she did it more often. Even thinking about it now, she knew this meeting was going to be torture, and couldn't wait to get back to her office and go another round.
As she reached the briefing room door, her good mood was dampened. Jack was leaning against the wall by the door, watching Miranda approach with a curious expression on her face. Since that morning in the showers, Jack had kept to herself down in engineering, and Miranda was fine with that. Seeing her peek her head out again was an annoyance she didn't really need right now. Thinking back to her and the shower just brought back that image of her spreading her legs wide for Miranda to lick, an image that was appearing, unbidden, more and more often in her self-pleasuring sessions.

"Morning, sunshine," Jack piped up, dispelling the disgustingly compelling image from Miranda's mind. "Something looks different about you today, you been using a new shampoo?"
Miranda narrowed her eyes at Jack, "I should kick you off this ship at the next port after what you did."
"I wasn't the one embracing eternity in the public shower, sweetheart," Jack said, "And with all the noise you were making, you're lucky only three people saw it."
Miranda shook her head dismissively. "I don't have time for this. Shepard and I have an important meeting."
"Sure thing," Jack said with a shrug. "Have fun in there, you dirty girl." She said the last two words with a peculiar emphasis, stressing every syllable. After that, she strolled off down the hallway. Miranda waited until the sound of her boots scuffing against the metal floors was out of earshot before entering the door to the conference room.
Miranda was met by Diana Shepard at the door, and all of her worries about the strangeness of the last few weeks immediately went away. While Miranda had had her doubts about the supposed hero Shepard at first, over the course of their mission to defeat the Collectors, she had found the well-built, red-headed woman to be a strong, courageous, and determined leader. Even as Shepard had decided to destroy the Collector base and defeat the ambitions of the Illusive Man, Miranda had felt no regrets over turning her back on Cerberus and throwing in her lot with the savior of the galaxy.
After greeting Shepard, Miranda turned her attention to the ship's guest. "Miss T'Soni," Miranda said, "it's a pleasure to see you again."
"Likewise," said Liara, giving Miranda a loose handshake. The new Shadow Broker put on an air of confidence, but Miranda could still see traces of the meek, demure archaeologist she had been when Shepard first encountered her on Therum. They made an incongruous pair, the well-built, confident warrior and the slim and tentative scholar. It was hard to imagine the two of them in bed together. Shepard tearing the asari's clothes off, kissing a blue nipple before moving down the supple alien woman’s body and running her tongue all up and down her...
"Miss Lawson?" Liara said, her eyebrow quirked up. Miranda realized she had been standing and staring at the asari as she pictured her and Shepard's bedroom activities. She smiled bashfully, "Sorry, I've been a little out of sorts lately."
"I understand," Liara responded. "Even with the Collectors defeated, it seems we have even more to worry about than ever."
"Indeed," Miranda said, as the door slid open behind her. Jacob had arrived, and Garrus and Mordin came in soon after. After everyone had exchanged greetings and got into their seats, Miranda rose to address them.
"Thank you all for coming," she spoke loudly to be heard all the way across the room. "Now, as I'm sure you are all aware, we have been doing careful research on the data extracted from the Collector station. As of yet, however, we have not found any major vulnerabilities that can be exploited if the Reapers should launch a full scale assault against us."
Pressing a button, Miranda brought up a holographic display in the middle of the table. "However, we have seen several pieces of promising data that could give us a way to fuck the Reapers up in an extended firefight. Maybe not enough to completely destroy them, but we have worked up several schematics and some other shit here that'll certainly give those cocksuckers a run for their money if they try to fuck with us."
Miranda heard a snicker coming from the table and furrowed her brow. Thinking she was imagining it, she continued with her presentation. After several minutes of talking, she waved a hand over at the asari to her left. "In addition to all this, Ms. T'Soni has been putting her sweet ass to work trying to dig up any information regarding any other shit the Reapers might pull on us. Might help to make sure we're not just sitting around fingering our cunts when those things come barreling out of space to fuck us up the asses. Ms. T'Soni, let's hear what you've fucking got."
Miranda returned to her seat, staring at Liara expectantly. Instead, Liara stared back, slack-jawed. Looking around, Miranda discovered that everyone was looking at her with the same expression.
"Well, that's one way to liven up a meeting," Garrus remarked.
Miranda blinked. "I'm sorry, did I say something wrong?"
"Several dozen things, by my count," Shepard said. "In the future, Miss Lawson, try to make sure your presentations contain less references to Miss T'Soni's backside."
"Commander," Miranda's eyes bugged out. "I have no idea what you..."
Reaching up his arm, Mordin tapped a few buttons on his omni-tool. A recording of the last few moments of Miranda's speech played. Hearing her own speech back, Miranda gasped. "Commander Shepard, I have no idea what the fuck I just..." She raised a hand to her mouth. "Shepard, I don't fuc... I mean, I don't have a clue why I was saying that shit. I..." She rose unsteadily to her feet. "I'm sorry, Commander, I'm afraid I must be under more fucking stress than I fucking realized."
Shepard tried to keep her demeanor, but Miranda could see that she was trying to keep herself from busting out laughing. "It's alright, Miranda. Go get some rest. We'll handle the rest of the meeting."
"Thank you, Commander, I think I just need to lie down and finger my pussy... REST! Rest, lie down and rest!" Miranda dashed out of the room as quickly as she could.
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