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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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This is the second version of the ending.

There is really no wrong choice...

Pain blossomed in Jack’s shoulders, running down her spine, making her cringe, and her neck felt like it’s gonna snap.
“OW! What the fuck?!” She struggled, trying to get out of Miranda’s grip. “Is this how you planned to kill me, bitch?!”
Miranda pulled her hands away suddenly before Jack could snap them away.

“Not at all. What are you talking about?” Miranda asked, insulted.

Jack rolled her shoulders and stretched her neck.

“If this is a sick joke, Cheerleader, I’m gonna rip you in half,” she hissed painfully, trying to work out the pain from her muscles. Miranda looked taken aback.

“I can assure you it’s not. I prepared—”

“Yeah? How much did you prepare?”

“Two days,” Miranda replied like it was obvious. “It is usually sufficient preparation.”

Jack glared at her like she saw a dancing elephant – shocked and amused at the same time.

“TWO fucking days?”

Miranda nodded sulkingly. “That’s how long it takes.”

Jack snorted. “What are you, some kind of fucking robot?”

“I’m just very sm— Never mind.” Miranda took a deep breath, retrieving her bottle of massage oil and neatly folding the towel over her arm. “Obviously, this was a bad idea. I should go.”

Jack sat up.

“Yeah.”

Miranda pressed her lips together and turned to walk away.

“I can’t fucking believe it that you tried to learn massage in two days.” Jack chuckled incredulously.

Miranda stopped and sighed.

“It’s just anatomy!” she snapped. “I’m good at anatomy!” There was only so much mocking she was willing to take.
Jack laughed. “Wait.”

Miranda turned back, glaring at the biotic. Jack looked at her with a smirk.

“Obviously, you don’t know shit about massage, Cheerleader.” She lifted a hand when Miranda opened her mouth for a retort. “And obviously, you need a massage more than me.”

Miranda was ready to fire back, but deep inside she knew it was probably true. She felt as much even when she was doing her research. She bit back her reply.
Jack reached for the bottle and the towel.

“Come on. I’ll show you how a real massage feels like.”

Miranda frowned suspiciously, pulling away a bit.

“Why would you do such a thing?”

Jack smirked. “You said it yourself: for Shepard.”
Miranda relented. She would not admit it, but she really needed to relax. Blaming it on Shepard seemed like a good idea. She reluctantly stepped forward and gave the bottle and towel to the biotic.
Jack smiled, standing there in nothing but her small, black panties and nodded at Miranda.

“So. Get those things off and I’ll show you how a fucking massage is done.” There was a playfulness to the biotic’s tone and Miranda suspected that Jack didn’t just do this for Shepard, but to finally show she is better at something than her.
Miranda slipped off her T-shirt and her trainers, standing there in a sports bra and matching cotton panties. Jack watched with curious eyes, trying not to smirk too obviously. Then she tried not to gape too much when the Cerberus agent took off her bra and Jack got a good look at her body. She had to admit, she did look pretty hot, her skin flawless and pale, curvaceous, like she was carved from marble. Damn near perfect bitch!
Miranda glared at her and climbed on the table, and Jack needed a second to focus again.

“So far so good,” she muttered and as soon as Miranda laid down on her stomach, she hopped on the table, too, and straddled her legs. Miranda squirmed.

“Is this necessary?” she asked reluctantly.

“No,” Jack shrugged, “It’s just how I’m used to it. Try to relax, cheerleader.”
Jack frowned, staring down at the most perfect piece of ass she ever saw, and for some reason, that just made her frustrated. Surely, she could hardly blame the bitch for her genes... Jack shook her head with a frown and poured oil on that creamy white skin and spread it along her back and shoulders, trying to get into the mood.

“Ready?” she asked, rubbing her palms together, when she was finished.

“Ready,” Miranda replied quietly. It was probably because she rested her forehead on her hands, her voice muffled. Surely, the Cerberus bitch wasn’t being shy.
“Feel and learn,” Jack said confidently and grabbed her shoulders, pressing her fingers into her muscles. The effect was almost immediate.
Jack could feel Miranda melting with every rub of her palms and fingers as she worked her shoulders, progressing towards her neck. At first there were some surprised gasps until Miranda got used to the sensation, but after that, Jack felt her relax more and more.

“Fuck, you are pent up as shit,” Jack said, amused.

“Tellmeaboudid,” Miranda mumbled, squirming into a more comfortable position. Somehow she made it look enticing, although Jack was sure it was not intentional.
She brushed away the thoughts and started to work her shoulder blades, kneading the tension from her muscles. Impossibly, Miranda seemed to relax even more, moans escaping her lips.

“See?” Jack said in a confident tone. “It’s not just anatomy.”

“Yes mmmkay,” Miranda sighed in a higher tone of voice as she squirmed, swaying her hips as she got more comfortable.
By the time Jack reached the small of her back, Miranda was moaning almost constantly, in sync with every pressure and rub, gasping now and then, and her muscles loosened at an almost alarming rate. Jack thought for a moment that the Cerberus bitch would just melt away into a pool of jelly like some fairy tale witch. She chuckled at the thought. It would be appropriate, all things considered. Maybe she can do it if she turns it up a notch. That made her chuckle.
Even if it doesn’t, she still got a kick out of diffusing Miranda. It felt good to have at least this much control over her. Certainly, she was not giving it to the Cerberus Cheerleader to make her feel better. It was about Shepard. And herself. Yes. Definitely.
Only she wished that that perfectly round ass wasn’t swaying right in front of her eyes, between her knees. It was unnerving, making it harder to concentrate. She became suspicious when she reached her hips, where he fingers dug deeper into slippery skin.

“What’s the matter, Cheerleader?” she snarled. “Are you mocking me?”

Miranda whined when the massage stopped, squirming needily, her pale skin gleaming from the oil.

“Don’t— don’t stop now!” Miranda demanded.

“If this is some sick joke for dissing you, I can make it hurt, you know!”

“N-no!” Miranda protested, swaying her hip, sighing “More!”
Jack frowned, sliding lower and rubbed some oil onto her firm thighs, hands on both of her legs and went on with the massage, fingers sinking into smooth skin. She couldn’t help but notice how Miranda kept moving her hip, restrained, barely noticeable but following Jack’s rhythm, pushing her body into each squeeze. Jack felt herself get hotter especially in her belly, and noticed with some alarm a dark spot on the Cerberus Cheerleader’s panties just between her thighs. Then she felt a tiny bit of relief, as she felt herself getting worked up, too, Miranda’s behaviour confirming that she wasn’t alone. By the time her hands reached her knee, the other woman was moaning constantly, her voice muffled as she tried to press her mouth into her hands, trying to control herself, unsuccessfully.
Jack tried to concentrate on the task at hand, but it became harder with each passing moment and each moan, feeling herself breathing harder.

“Ah, what the fuck,” she muttered under her breath and started to work her way back up, her hands caressing more than actually working to loosen Miranda’s muscles. It was getting harder to ignore the view of that ass and the Cheerleader’s snaking back.

“There! There!” Miranda moaned as the hands reached her ass again, pushing back needily against Jack’s hands. “Oh, my god!” she cried out and clasped her hand against her mouth as her body twitched and shuddered, her shoulders shaking and started to sob “It’s so good. I’ve never...”
“Shut up!” Jack hissed impatiently, confused by her behavior and the way her own body was reacting to it, absently rubbing her hip up and down as she moved her hands up. She froze as she felt Miranda’s body tremble under her touch. She glared at the wet patch between her thighs. “Did you just fucking came?!”
She could see Miranda nodding several times, mumbling something, before she was able to reply.

“It felt so good. I couldn’t stop...” she confessed sniffing, her voice high-pitched. She wasn’t even trying to apologize.

“Are you fucking crying, or what?” Jack snorted, trying to sound indignant, but her tone was more curious than angry. Miranda seemed to be nodding at the question timidly. “I can’t fucking believe it.”
“Give me more,” Miranda whispered after regaining some composure and stopped sniffling.

Jack pressed her lips together and frowned. “More? You want more?!” It was getting hotter in her little space, and she realized she was grabbing Miranda’s ass with both hands, and the pale woman was motionless under her, like she was trapped by Jack’s grip.
“Yes, yes. Please. More.”

Jack wanted to stop, and climb off the table. Even now the Cerberus bitch was giving her orders. She should spank that ass, jolt her out of her reverie. Snarling she decided to go all the way instead and massage her brains out, even though her rational mind said it made no sense, attacking her slippery ass with renewed vigor, hands quickly sliding up and kneading her snaking waist.
This was met by renewed moans and gasps from Miranda and Jack had to remind herself not to just grip and rub that lean waist, but work her fingers across her skin and find more muscle. She was panting loud when she reached Miranda’s shoulders again, hissing quiet curses under her breath. By that time she was grinding her crotch against her firm thighs, rubbing her lap up and down those curvy buttocks in a steady rhythm.
“What the fuck are you doing to me, cheerleader?” Jack muttered as she leaned forward, grabbing the back of Miranda’s neck, finding it hard to grip her oily skin. “Don’t fucking tell me what to do.”

Biotic energy started to glow around her hand, tingling Miranda’s spine.
Miranda gasped and stopped moving her upper body, just grinding her hip back, pressing her forehead against her hands, breathing heavily. “Don’t fucking stop,” she groaned.
Despite her previous annoyance, Jack was glad to go on, her biotics glowing as her hand rubbed the back of Miranda’s neck. She reached down with a smirk and grabbed the other woman’s panties and yanked it down, pulling it to her knees, eliciting a delighted gasp from Miranda. Jack eagerly pressed her hand between those delicious buttcheeks and cupped her dripping sex, and leaned forward.

“Geez, cheerleader,” she purred as she started to rub the smooth mound, fingers parting her folds. “You were in more dire need of a massage than any woman in the galaxy.”
“Whatever,” Miranda mumbled and pushed her hip into Jack’s hand, lifting her shoulders up to feel more of her other hand. Jack was about to laugh it off, but then her naked nipples rubbed against those smooth, oily shoulderblades and that made her breath catch in her throat.
The warm, smooth touch seemed to close a circuit that sent a pleasant tingle across her body. Losing control of her biotics her whole body started to glow blue and soon she noticed Miranda was glowing, too. The two fields merged and Jack was panting and moaning in sync with Miranda, riding her thighs with her hips in the same rhythm as her hands kneaded her neck and her pussy, two fingers slipping into Miranda’s eager hole on their own. Their hips rocked against each other, their movements fluid, and soon Jack was breathing into Miranda’s hair, taking in her sweet scent, letting her breasts rub all over the Cerberus cheerleader’s back.
“Oh, what the fuck,” Jack sighed between two thrusts, letting go completely and their moans mixed into one, continuous sound of pleasure, increasing in pitch and volume as they rode each other over the peak in a blur, in a radiant, blue field of energy, muscles twitching, gushing their pleasure, screaming. “Uh, the fuck,” Jack mumbled as she collapsed on the heaving Miranda.
They laid there for long minutes, with eyes closed, Jack’s head resting on Miranda’s shoulder, breasts pressed flat between them, feeling every twitch of the body under her. Miranda’s hand slipped back and gently touched Jack’s thigh, as if to stop her from slipping off. The heat radiating from their bodies slowly dissipated and Jack finally rolled off Miranda towards her bed, quickly trying to pull herself together, shaking her head in disbelief.

“What the fuck just happened?” she muttered, pressing a palm to her forehead. She turned back towards Miranda who was lazily turning to her side, exposing her perfect breasts and flat belly to her, smiling contently.

“Some massage,” she purred, looking over the lean, tattooed body of the biotic, who started to stroll up and down, still only in her panties.

“Fucking great,” Jack snorted and stopped to look at her. “And now what?”

“I don’t know,” Miranda shrugged, sitting up with a peaceful expression, her movements graceful and enticing. Jack frowned. The bitch didn’t even know she was doing it, Jack thought. “But I think we did what Shepard suggested, so I’d call it a win.”
Jack was not that certain, feeling confused, nervous... tense. After a massage and a pretty good sex, she had to admit. Still, this was wrong.

“Yeah, okay, fucking A. For Shepard. Great. You can go now and leave me the fuck alone.”

Miranda was reluctant to move, legs dangling off the table.

“I possibly need a few more minutes until I can walk out of here.” She chuckled.

Jack rolled her eyes, throwing Miranda the towel.

“Hilarious. Let’s just say we’re not gonna kill each other, okay? Go, Fucking Team Shepard! Yay!” She waved her hands like a cheerleader. “Everybody gets what they want and let’s not talk about it any more.”
Miranda tilted her head with a teasing smile.

“What’s the problem, Jack? Didn’t you have fun?” she said making a show of toweling herself off, parting her thighs as she sat on the table, rubbing her back, showing as much of her chest as possible.
“Well, at least I didn’t cry like a baby!” Jack snapped, pacing up and down again.

“Jack,” Miranda said quietly, in a tone of voice that made the biotic stop in her tracks and look at her seriously.

“Jack, if you’re upset, then it didn’t work,” Miranda explained in a soft tone, putting down the towel and pulling herself straight as she sat naked on Jack’s table.
Jack couldn’t help but agree, although it pained her to admit it. What was with this motherly tone anyway?

“Well, too bad. Screw Shepard. I’m done. Dress up already and get the fuck out!” she said, folding her arms across her chest.

Miranda however just smiled and reached out a hand towards her. Jack found she didn’t pull away.

“I came here to help you relax,” Miranda almost purred as she said it, wrapping her fingers around Jack’s wrist and gently pulling her closer. “And I intend to finish the job,” she whispered quietly and snaked a hand around Jack’s lean waist as soon as she was within reach.
Jack was still frowning, and started to pull away.

“Screw you, too and your fucking cheerleader attitude. You’re doing everything to please Shepard.”

Miranda’s grip tightened around her waist and her other hand slipped up Jack’s arm to the nape of her neck, pulling her closer and pressing her breast against Jack’s that made her gasp.

“Screw Shepard,” Miranda smiled, and pulled her in for a kiss.

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