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Ashley returned with a triumphant smile, showing Miranda the medkit she found.

“I’m gonna fix your leg now,” she said in a soft tone.

Miranda sat there placidly, eyes unfocused. She felt relaxed and at peace, with a thoughtful expression on her face. Her mind was racing, and the only reason she didn’t smile was that she had to reconsider her life, past and future. In the meantime she also had to process what happened and how to proceed with Ashley Williams. It was hard, because she wanted to make plans for Oriana and her father, and this was a distraction now.
“I’ll have to cut your pants down,” Williams narrated, using a pair of scissors to cut away the fabric from the wound and remove the simple bandage that Miranda improvised after their bath. While she was calculating odds and probabilities, she left the care of her body in the hands of the Alliance marine. “It doesn’t look bad at all,” Ashley said. She worked with practiced ease.
Miranda was barely listening. Her body was slow to react, sore and exhausted from the events of the past day. She was in a pleasant haze, a little dull after the adrenaline left her system and her back started to ache from the fresh bruises. She watched Williams clean her leg and apply cool medigel on the wound before dressing it.

“I don’t see any more injuries,” Ashley went on, checking Miranda for other wounds, talking just to keep her calm and occupied.
Standard tactics for handling trauma victims, Miranda thought, her rational mind working properly, but she couldn’t be bothered to show any sign of it. It felt good to rest and let it go a bit, let someone else sort it out for once. She tried to pay attention to her words, while pondering what her next move should be. It was absolutely not going according to plan, and not even according to Ashley’s plan. But maybe this unexpected incident will create the bond Miranda was looking for.
“There is a train in four hours that will pass through, with boxcars. It goes directly to the city. A 30-odd-hour ride,” Ashley was saying. Miranda slowly looked up at her face. So she will have one more day on the train to coax the information out of her. Close enough to her original plan. She nodded slowly, just noticing the fresh bruise on Ashley’s cheek where the big man clipped her, a fresh cut above her eyebrow and her lips bleeding again. Her unruly dark hair framed her pale face. Miranda realized she was also upset, she just didn’t have time for a meltdown.
Miranda absently reached out with a hand to wipe away a few drops of blood from her brow that was bothering her. She was still too spent to actually speak, but at least she was focusing on Williams now.

“It’s nothing. I’m fine. Really.” Ashley muttered, pulling her head away a bit and touching Miranda’s hand to push it down. She let out a long sigh, that she must have held back for a while now.
Miranda was searching her face, wondering how to start a conversation that would get her somewhere. She knew it could wait until they were on the train, but something, some odd feeling that made her chest tingle also made her want to tell her something. Or at least, show a gesture. She felt it was important, but she didn’t know why.
“I’m sorry. You were right,” Ashley said and Miranda understood. She was feeling guilty because she almost had her raped by a fat pig. Miranda slowly lifted her still cuffed hands to her chest, where it tingled and where she now remembered it was ripped open. She touched skin, but she at least looked decent, covered up. Seeing the gesture Ashley closed her eyes and slowly shook her head. “It was a stupid plan, I didn’t—”
By the time Miranda realized what she was doing, it was already too late, and it all made sense. She cupped Ashley’s cheeks and slowly kissed her on the mouth when she opened her eyes in surprise.
Of course! Miranda thought, but she was just as baffled at first. She didn’t plan to do this. This could really backfire and push Williams away from her completely making Miranda’s mission a failure. But she didn’t care. Finally something felt good and she just needed it. She needed exactly this.
That first touch was electrifying, making her lips tingle. In the first seconds, a hundred thoughts crossed her mind ranging from how convenient this is for her plans, through this becoming a complete disaster and end in humiliation, up to “God, please don’t stop”.
When Ashley froze and stared at her, Miranda felt stage fright. When Ashley pulled away, she felt desperation. She kept cupping Ashley’s cheek and their eyes met. Miranda saw confusion in the other woman’s eyes and she felt Ashley’s hands on her wrist, ready to push her hands away again. She couldn’t let that happen, she was clinging to her like her life depended on it. She softly shook her head, staring into Ashley’s eyes and whispered “It’s okay,” and smiled weakly. “Just let it happen.”
Maybe it was pity or guilt on Ashley’s part, but she didn’t push her away and Miranda was fine with that. She just needed the touch. Miranda leaned forward and kissed her again tentatively, and this time Ashley stayed, frozen, less tense, eyes closing slowly. This time the kiss was softer and shorter, Miranda pulling back to check Ashley’s reaction.
Ashley opened her eyes, looking at her completely lost. Miranda flashed a nervous smile and continued with the kisses. She was cautiously exploring Ashley’s limit, trying to make it feel a bit awkward. Now and then she pulled back and searched the marine’s face for clues.
Then the touches started to last longer, lips parting and tongues exploring. Miranda was not pushing it and Ashley was not rushing into it. Miranda felt that the other woman never did this before, she didn’t know what to do next. Miranda on the other hand was no stranger to female intimacy, making acquaintances with or getting information from high-level diplomats or company executives, career women, through sex if the situation warranted such an approach. She rarely needed to use it, preferring more subtle forms of manipulation, even extortion, but at least with women it was more pleasant, gentler. After she got away from her father, and as soon as she got high enough in Cerberus, she always made sure to stay in control even in the bedroom.
Sure, she would use physical charms to get what she wanted from men, but she made sure they almost never got to third base. Too many bad memories, and not enough control. She knew she was damaged goods and she knew her father would pay for it eventually, but until then, she chose her one night stands carefully.
With Ashley, she could relax. She could lead her, relieve her tension, just as she would with a stressed-out, spoiled businesswoman whose guilt Miranda could easily guide to get both of them off, usually Miranda getting the better end of the deal. She didn’t feel the guilty nervousness from the Alliance marine and she did not feel guilty about playing with her emotions. It was not like she planned this, or consciously started to seduce her. No. She was weak for a second after her near-rape and the adrenaline rush, and then euphoric after she realized she may just have expelled at least some of her demons when she killed her assailant. No. This was her reward, and her way in. And she wasn’t going to let it slip away.
She missed out on the moment when Ashley decided not to stop, but after a while their lips and chests felt hot, and soft, quiet moans were escaping. Ashley’s hands started to travel up Miranda’s arms, Miranda’s legs slowly wrapped around her hips. Miranda leaned back and pulled Ashley down with her onto the couch. At one point she pulled her cuffed hands over Ashley’s head and wrapped her hands around the back of her head, stroking her hair.
This seemed to calm Ashley down a bit and Miranda let out a nervous giggle, and slowly took the lead, shifting her torso to a more accessible position while she started kissing down along Ashley’s jawline and neck, tasting her smooth skin. She felt Ashley’s breathing getting heavier, squirming in the grip of her legs, involuntarily rubbing off on her lap.
“What are we—” Ashley started, but Miranda stopped her by pressing her cheek against the marine’s lip and whispered in her ear.

“Shh, it’s gonna be fine.”
Miranda twisted her hip a little bit, tilting Ashley off-balance just so that she needed to shift her hand to avoid rolling off of Miranda, and thus accidentally palmed her breast through the torn jacket. Both of them let out a gasp, Ashley in surprise, Miranda in restrained pleasure, craving more, but she needed to hold back, not to scare her away.

“This is—” Ashley mumbled as Miranda nibbled around her jawline, sighing into her ear.

“Yes,” Miranda said, not trying to argue, but pressing her chest firmer into Ashley’s palm, letting out a shuddering breath as she felt her breast pressed down, her hard nipple rubbing against the fabric between her and Ashley’s palm.

“This is not right. You’re in shock. I-I can’t take advantage—” Ashley muttered with fading confidence as Miranda rubbed her thighs on her hip and snaked her torso to grind her lap against her stomach just so that it felt like gravity was pulling her onto Miranda.
“I don’t care,” Miranda moaned with just a hint of impatience in her voice, her lips leaving a wet trail down the curve of Ashley’s neck, burrowing her face in her hair. She knew Ashley was gradually giving in, from the subtle responses of her body – her skin getting warmer and her pulse quickening which she felt up with carefully placed kisses. She needed one last push, and Miranda was getting greedy. She needed this for herself, too, she needed some release. She just needed to play the weaker role for once and give Williams the final push. “Ashley. Please—”
Ashley’s resolve seemed to melt, as she stretched her neck to show more skin for Miranda’s lips, taking in the scent of her body, while finally giving a delicate squeeze to her breast, a sure sign of lust.

Miranda made a soft gasp as she felt it, stopping the kissing and looking starry-eyed into Ashley’s eyes, taking in a soft breath. “Yes,” she whimpered, squirming her chest under Ashley’s grip. “Please.”
Ashley got the message, peeling off the top smoothly and cupping her naked breast with her warm, callused hand, groping it clumsily. Miranda moaned in relief, closed her eyes and pressed her lips against Ashley’s, her tongue exploring. Her hands sank into Ashley’s unruly hair, fingers tangling with her dark locks, her fingertips rubbing the back of her head.
Finally she broke the kiss with a satisfied sigh and leaned back, pulling Ashley onto her even more, leaning her head back, exposing much more skin. She trembled from anticipation, barely able to refrain from pushing the marine’s head down between her breasts. She needed the release to think straight, but she had to go slow, which was frustrating. She panted heavily, stroking Ashley’s hair and whispering quiet pleas in hope of speeding things up as Ashley slowly explored her neck and edged closer to her breasts.
When those nervous lips started to climb the full curve of her breast, leaving faint, wet trails and washing her skin in hot, ragged breaths, Miranda was already whining. “God, yes, Ashley, please!” and squirmed her shoulder, making her nipple slip up and get caught between Ashley’s lips. It made her gasp and freeze up, throwing her head back and squeezing her legs tighter around the other woman’s waist. She felt like there was a direct nervous connection between her nipple and her clit, an electrifying, tingling thread that almost paralyzed her with pleasure.
Miranda was trapped, immobilized by a nervous, inexperienced kiss on her breast. Then it became a kind of a blur. She remembered hot, wet kisses, their tongues twirling around each other, she remembered Ashley awkwardly trying to uncuff Miranda’s wrists and Miranda pulling them away with a laugh, saying “No, it’s okay, just leave it,” and then she lifted her hands above her head, out of reach, stretching her torso, thinning her waist and making the jacket fall away from her perfectly round breasts, still giggling.
She stared into Ashley’s eyes, giving her encouragement to leer while the marine pushed herself up on her arms, watching her captive with baffled amusement. Miranda bit her lower lip as she smiled, rocking her body to sway her breasts, then wiggled her hip, shooting a glance down where their bodies met.
She almost purred as Ashley carefully pulled down her cut up pants, which were useless anyway. She frowned as Miranda stretched herself out, rubbing her thighs together playfully, swinging her closed knees left and right to snake her hips, keeping her hands above her head.
Ashley propped herself down on one elbow and let her right hand roam all over those smooth, spotless curves and valleys and mounds, eliciting soft gasps and satisfied moans from Miranda as her fingers brushed over her nipples or her toned, flat belly. Ashley was so lost and preoccupied, she didn’t even try to undress herself. Miranda actually enjoyed the setup, surprising herself, too. Normally this would be too defenseless, too—naked, for her comfort, but this time it did not bring up bad memories. This was new, and she actually felt more in control.
Ashley’s hand stopped just above her knee on her other leg, making Miranda heave. She looked pleadingly at Ashley. “Please,” she whispered, resisting the urge to reach down and guide her hand to where she needed the most. She gently moved her leg instead, nudging her hand further up along her thigh.
Ashley looked mesmerized, still doubting if she was doing the right thing, but at the same time taken by the sight of the perfect curves of the naked woman under her touch, the way her skin felt, so soft and warm, and the way she was into this. Ashley was starting to feel guilty for taking advantage of her, when she was clearly out of her mind. But it felt too good and she looked so hot and it was not like there weren’t something in the air before. It didn’t feel right but it felt so good. Lawson was temptation manifest and offered her a guilt-free way to let out all the pent-up tension. And God knows, she needed to let off some steam.
Ashley let out a moan and leaned forward, kissing Miranda on the lips and letting her hand slip down her thigh and cup that delicate, bald mound that she wondered about how it would feel to touch. It felt divine, so incredibly soft and smooth, and warm and… God, so wet!
Miranda whimpered with delight and ground her damp sex against the cautious palm, working her pussy snugly into Ashley’s hand. “Yes, like that, please!” she sighed, and panted into the marine’s lips, nibbling tiny, wet kisses on and around her mouth. Ashley slipped into a more comfortable position, leaning against Miranda’s side, her right leg pulled up to pin Miranda’s thigh down but also to press her tingling lap against the curve of the other woman’s hip.
She felt Miranda’s juices quickly coating her fingers, the dampness hiding between her slit now rubbing off into a slippery coating, her folds, almost like her mouth, pressing wet kisses onto her fingertips. She involuntarily slipped a finger between those soft lips, sliding in. Ashley was getting dizzy, intoxicated from a woman’s greedy but gentle kisses, while her fingertips started exploring a soft pussy, familiar like the times she touched herself but so strange in its perfect boldness. It was a weird sensation, feeling the heat rising in her own sex but touching another body and yet, knowing what to do with it. What she would do to herself.
Ashley started returning Miranda’s kisses, pressing herself stronger against her, and stroking her pussy with more determined moves now. They were way past the point of no return and if later, when the adrenaline rush was gone Miranda would realize that Ashley took advantage of her, she would deal with the resentment then. Just not now.
But right now, she needed to taste her every curve, feel the muscles in her neck strain as she licked her skin, the softness of her full breast as her lips sank into her flesh, folding in and covering her nose, the scents filling her nostrils, she wanted to feel as her nipple brushed past her lips and into her waiting mouth, sucking it deeper, twirling her tongue around it just as she liked it. Only she never did this before and it felt so great, she had to moan into the squirming flesh under her. She was almost on top of Miranda by now and as she shuffled to get more of Miranda under her, her fingertip slipped inside her effortlessly, almost by accident.
The effect was unexpected and immediate. Miranda let out a long, shuddering, throaty moan and started spasming in pleasure, her cuffed hands flying to Ashley’s head, fingers sinking into her hair and she pressed her down on her breast. She kept on cumming, juices trickling around Ashley’s finger, her hip grinding, working the finger deeper into her quivering flesh. “Fuck, please,” she gasped, holding onto Ashley, shivering. “Don’t… stop…”
Ashley moaned into her skin, feeling her delicate fingers rub the back of her head. She couldn’t stop if she wanted to. She plunged her finger deep into her clenching, wet tunnel, rubbing her walls as she would do it to herself when she was alone, only harder and faster, sucking and biting her nipple. She needed to conquer this body, she needed to defeat Miranda, she needed to… fuck, she needed to fuck her.
Another orgasm rippled through the writhing, naked body under her. Miranda was out of breath, her head thrown back, her legs spread wide, grinding her soaking wet sex off on Ashley’s palm, making a wet mess on the couch. Her hands balled into fists grabbed Ashley’s hair tighter, but more to hold herself together than to force Ashley down. Even with the pulling of her hair, Ashley could easily switch breasts, making Miranda gasp again. She was breathing heavily, her body overheating, a thin sheen of sweat breaking on her skin, her muscles spasming, almost pulling Ashley deeper inside her as she was working her up for number three.
“Uhh, please, I need to—” Miranda gasped, unable to finish, but Ashley knew what she needed. She pinned her down, palm pressed firmly against her soaking, hot pussy, the other grabbed her hair to hold her head down and she pinched her nipple with her teeth, tugging it and flicking the hard nub with her tongue until she felt her go again, silently this time, out of breath, quivering, clinging onto her.
Ashley wasn't exactly sure whether she “won” in the end, but it sure felt good to hold a naked body in her arms, feel the heat radiating from her skin, hearing the satisfied sighs from Miranda while she kissed her head and stroke her hair.
They lay there like this for a few minutes, until Miranda caught her breath, silent in each others arms. Ashley became more and more aware about her still being fully clothed. She actually started to worry that Miranda would now realize what happened and with a clear mind, she would flip out on her. She kind of wished she would freak out so things would go back to the animosity they had before, that was simple and clear, but she hoped it would not end here and get more complicated.
The answer came when Miranda, stretching and purring, squirmed away from Ashley and gently rolled on top, straddling her, but pressing her bodies together. “Mmmm, I think you took advantage of your prisoner, major Williams,” she said softly, their noses inches from each other. “I can't let this kind of abuse go without retaliation.”
Miranda's hands slipped to the zipper of her jumpsuit, and started to tug them off clumsily, chuckling nervously. Eventually she had to sit up, licking her lips as she slowly revealed more of Ashley's midriff while giving a good view of her breasts, too. Miranda stopped just above her pantyline and slowly pressed her palms against her belly.

“Wow,” she sighed, looking up at Ashley, sinking her nails into her skin that made Ashley gasp. “Hard as a rock,” Miranda purred, biting her lips and scraping her nails carefully on her belly.

“Keep on going, prisoner,” Ashley warned, her breath caught in her throat. Men usually didn't admire her flat and hard assets, focusing on the rounder and softer parts.

Miranda laughed and ran her palms up her torso, reaching her cleavage with half closed eyes, and started peeling the suit off of her shoulders as smoothly as the handcuffs allowed.
Ashley grabbed her wrists and looked into her eyes. “Let me take these off.”

Miranda shook her head slowly. “Not yet.”

She helped her get out of the sleeves and returned to running her hands along her torso, exploring every inch of her. She frowned and pressed her lips together whenever her fingertips reached a bruise or an old wound from some battle or an other. Miranda looked up at her with a concerned gaze, and Ashley blushed a little, shaking her head.

“It's fine. I'm fine” she replied to the unspoken question, lifting a hand to stroke her arm. Miranda nodded and leaned down, touching her lips to each dark spot or faded wound, breathing soft, warm kisses on her skin that made Ashley sigh quite a few times.
Soon she lost track of the kisses, her eyes closing slowly from the pleasant sensation, and started moaning when the kisses reached her breasts. She was a bit self-conscious since she saw Miranda's naturally round, full breasts, and remembered how good it was to get lost in them, so her hands nervously went to touch Miranda's exploring head. Miranda didn't mind though, pressing her cheek into her palm and kissing her hands, too, before returning to lavishing her attention on her breasts, making Ashley squirm more, pressing her chest out, rocking her hips.
After a while, when she thought she couldn't take it any more, she pushed Miranda down lower, towards her groin, where she felt the heat growing for a while now, and the urge to rub it against something or someone. Miranda looked up at her with a grin as she licked and kissed her way down her ripped abdomen towards her navel, panting like a puppy and scraping her nails on her wet skin again as she slipped lower.
She grabbed the jumpsuit with a growl and started to pull it off and Ashley lifted her hip to help her. Miranda gave her one more glance as she yanked the suit off her legs before falling on top of her, burying her head between her thighs and grabbing her belly with her cuffed hands. Ashley gasped as Miranda went down on her, not going directly for her loins, but attacking her thighs and hip and lap with her lips, moaning satisfied as she tasted her. Kisses travelled over her trimmed patch and out to her hipbone, and she kept squirming as Miranda's lips kept her on the edge, trying to spread her legs and squeeze them tight at the same time. She grabbed Miranda's wrists as they roamed her torso, holding on for dear life, wheezing loudly.
She felt it was time to get rid of the handcuffs, trying to focus on freeing Miranda's hands while letting the pleasure wash over her midsection. It was a heavenly feeling, so warm and wet, gentle but eager, that Ashley struggled to fish the jumpsuit within arm's reach, fumbling a lot and losing focus for a while, when she felt wet lips wrapping around her clit and then a tugging sensation which just made her freeze, forgetting to breathe for a second or two. Before she could collect herself, she felt Miranda’s tongue find its target and a few little flicks was enough to push her over, gasping “ah, fuck” several times, hips spasming as she came. She held onto Miranda’s wrists as her hands groped her breasts until the wave passed, muscles relaxing as she sank back onto the couch.
Miranda looked up, licking her lips with a triumphant smile, her palms sliding over Ashley’s abs as she pushed herself up sitting. Ashley smiled back, composing herself, holding onto one hand while she blindly felt around with her right hand until she found the keys in the jumpsuit pocket.

“You little—” Ashley sighed, making Miranda chuckle and lean close, shutting her up by pressing her lips against hers. Ashley wanted to pull back by reflex, realizing where her mouth was before, but it was already too late. She tasted herself on the other woman’s lips and her invading tongue. She stared at Miranda wide-eyed, but her eyes were closed, lost in the kiss, and when she got past the initial shock, she relaxed a bit.
Miranda sat up and held her hands in front of her with a satisfied smile, her arms pressing her breasts together, just to tease Ashley more until she finally uncuffed her hands. Miranda reflexively rubbed her wrists off a bit to chase away the memory of the metal before putting her hands down next to Ashley’s head on both sides and breathing a quick kiss on her lips.

“I believe we’re not yet even,” she whispered with eyes glinting.

Ashley shook her head. “No, not yet.”
Miranda bit her lip, their breasts rubbing together, making both of them moan. And then Miranda started sliding down, her lips leaving a warm, wet trail again, hands following slowly after, following her curves until they grabbed her hip and her mouth reached Ashley’s damp folds. this time however, it did not stop there, and Miranda eventually grabbed her buttcheeks with both hand as she licked her open, poking her tongue deeper between sucking her petals, kneading her firm, strong ass eagerly.
When she slipped two fingers between her folds, Ashley was already worked up, grinding her hips, legs pulled up to steady herself, hands gripping Miranda’s head, and panting loudly as she searched the other woman’s face to meet her gaze. Miranda eventually lifted her head, her mouth wet from their juices, and as she pumped her fingers slowly deeper, she looked back at Ashley, her blue eyes sparkling, lips parted, rubbing her breasts against Ashley’s inner thighs, holding onto her leg with her free hand. They moaned together as Ashley came again, Miranda working her fingers through her clenching muscles, riding out her release and quickly building up to the next one, kissing Ashley’s leg, while holding her gaze.
Long minutes later they were lying still on the couch, Miranda still between Ashley’s legs, resting her head on Ashley’s gently rocking belly, fingertips absently tracing the mark of a gunshot wound on side, the other hand resting on Ashley’s chest. Ashley was fiddling with Miranda’s locks, looking down between her breasts to watch her.
Their eyes would meet occasionally, a pleasant exhaustion on both their faces, and a calm, that replaced days of tension and struggle. They didn’t speak, and only a good ten minutes later did Miranda reluctantly lifted her head and looked at Ashley.

“I think we need a shower.”

Ashley nodded. “I bet this place has running hot water.”
That made them more lively, grinning at each other and they untangled, helping each other stand with nervous giggles. They found the shower quickly, and luckily it was tiny and since they didn’t know how much hot water was in the system, they took the shower together, which involved a lot of groping, washing each other with soap and some desperate kissing.
They dried up quickly and went hunting for clothes to wear. They found some undershirts, pants and jacket for Miranda, and Ashley opted to use the jumpsuit again with a fresh pair of boots and another shirt.
They looted the pantry and the fridge, throwing food into a bag while wolfing down some biscuits, canned food and beer, shooting glances at each other with mouths full, with the occasional nervous giggle. It was good to have their bellies full after a refreshing, hot shower. It was good to eat some food at all.
Ashley was checking the time frequently, and soon she nodded to Miranda.

“It’s time.”

These were their first words since the shower, keeping a practical and somewhat awkward silence while they waited for the train. Their little distraction earlier cost them an hour and everything was too fresh to talk about anyway.
They dragged the third dead body inside, hid it under the staircase and Ashley searched for the right track.

“There!” she pointed to a train slowly chugging in from somewhere deep in the canyons, with a bunch of boxcars near the engine. “That’s our ride.”

“Will it stop?” Miranda asked.

“Dunno,” Ashley shrugged. “Let’s not find out. Come on.”
They started running. Catching up was easy, climbing on was much harder. Ashley had their loot in a backpack on her back, and she needed both hands at the ready. She needed to time her jump perfectly to get up between two cars and catch the ladder without falling under the cars. Soon they would be running out of space and cars.
The train chugged along loud and menacingly. They were lucky it had to slow down to cross the yard, as it apparently had no intention to stop. Ashley let the next boxcar pass her by, counted the seconds until the next gap and leaped just one beat before the next ladder approached. She grabbed it with a loud groan, her legs sliding out from under her, and felt a hard yank on her shoulders as her weight suddenly strained her muscles and joints.
Her heart was beating in her throat. She was a trained marine and it took all her finesse to make the jump and all her strength not to fall under. How much chance did Miranda have with her wounded leg? She quickly turned around, hooked her arm into the ladder, got a good foothold on the rims of both cars, and turned back towards Miranda.
The other woman was keeping up, but her expression was desperate. She ran with a little limp, wincing.

“Come on!” Ashley yelled and leaned out, reaching an arm towards her. Miranda gritted her teeth and with a last ditch effort, she started sprinting and reached for the offered arm. As soon as their hands wrapped around the other’s wrist, Miranda nodded and Ashley pulled.
It was surprisingly easy, Miranda making a huge leap and immediately bracing herself with her healthy leg, balling up as she slammed against the car, grabbing the ladder with her free hand. They were on board, panting and clinging on for dear life, but at least on the train now. They stayed tangled for a short minute, their bodies pressing together as they shared the ladder, Ashley holding most of the weight, but she wasn’t going to let go. Their gaze met and Ashley nodded reassuringly, while Miranda blushed.
Ashley nodded upwards. “Get on top. There should be a hatch where we could climb in.”

Miranda nodded and climbed up swiftly and painlessly, considering she had to use Ashley as the ladder for most of the way.
By the time Ashley reached the hatch, Miranda was already pulling it open. Ashley looked up, squinting in the draft. The train was leaving the shunting yard, and soon would be picking up speed. They needed to hurry.

Miranda was already looking in.

“It’s empty.”

“Good,” Ashley nodded, “then—”
Before she could finish, Miranda grabbed the edge of the hatch and seemingly fell in face forward, only to make it a graceful flip, lowering herself down and landing on her good leg in one fluid motion. Ashley blinked and mumbled something as Miranda looked up smiling proudly.
Ashley took the less acrobatic way and simply jumped down, landing in a crouch.

“What was that?”

Miranda shrugged, looking around.

“I was number one in gym class. I’m very bendy,” she added with a suggestive tone as she walked to the sliding door on the side of the empty kettle wagon, giving it a tug. “Can you help me with this?”
Ashley blinked in surprise, shaking her head a little in amusement before dropping the backpack and went to help pulling the door open just a little bit to let air and light filter in.
With that done they took another look around. There wasn’t much to see, one corner sporting some hay and empty grain sacks and a broom, but that was all. It was mercifully wiped clean of any residue, only a faint barnyard smell remained.
“Well,” Ashley shrugged and went for the broom. She looked back to see Miranda still standing over the backpack, which held their scavenged food and other commodities, not to mention her gun. Ashley froze for a second, gripping the broom tightly in case she would need it. It was an unnerving sensation, because she knew Miranda was a high-level Cerberus Agent, technically her prisoner, but she was uncuffed and with a gun at a ready access.
It could be a fatal mistake, she would have no chance to get within melee range if Miranda decided to go for the gun. She actually bent down and reached for the backpack, making Ashley tense, planting her foot, unwilling to make the jump just yet.
Miranda picked up the backpack and smiled at her softly. Ashley relaxed, her pulse slowing down but she was still unable to move. Miranda was standing in the patch of light under the hatch, a faint, reddish-yellow glow highlighting her contours, glowing specks of dust floating around her like fireflies. She looked at Ashley with sleepy eyes, now visibly exhausted from all the day’s events. Ashley felt it too, but ignored it until now. At that moment, Miranda didn’t look like a threat at all. She looked like someone way out of her depth and crumpled, but somewhat relaxed.
Ashley smiled back, quickly collecting the straw to one corner, and threw the hemp sacks on them. Miranda stood next to her and watched, trying hard to focus and as soon as Ashley was more or less ready, Miranda put the backpack into her hand and laid down, balling up with a deep sigh.
Ashley watched, her confusion returning: this was the Cerberus operative so high-ranking, they sent her to interrogate Ashley? Was she supposed to be dangerous? This exhausted, fragile, statuesqe woman was an enemy agent? It was almost hard to believe, and Ashley only knew her for less than two days. True, for half of that time, they had a few clashes, and her looks were deceptive. She was certainly… flexible.
Miranda reached up with one hand, eyes already closed.

“Sleep with me,” she mumbled, and Ashley relented with a sigh. She was too tired to sort it out anyway. She was just a marine. Maybe after a good sleep, she can make more sense of this whole, crazy thing.
So Ashley dropped the backpack next to them and laid down, curling around Miranda’s form, one arm around her waist, face buried in her raven black hair. She let out a deep sigh and close her eyes, falling asleep shortly after, holding her prisoner in her arms.
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