Miranda flirts with Shepard

Miranda smiled as she slowly walked out of the elevator, her infamous white and black suit hugging her body. “Commander Shepard, you called for me?” Miranda said, putting an extra sexiness to her voice.

Jane blushed as Miranda swaggered up to her, her arms extended out as she took Jane into her arms, her hands moving up and down Jane’s curves on her body. Jane gulped as she gazed down at Miranda’s tight uniform.

Her hands slipped to Miranda’s zipper sliding it down. Miranda smirked as she posed for Jane just a moment, her black lace bra falling off of her shoulders, her cups pushing out, begging to free her nipples.

Miranda pushed Jane onto the bed, and whispered. “What do you want me to do to you, Shepard?”

Jane smiled as she let Miranda pull her clothes off. “How was I ever so stupid?” Jane said, her eyes meeting Miranda’s.

Miranda bent down and kissed Jane’s neck. “I can’t blame you, I denied my own feelings during our mission,” she said. “But now things are different. We’re different. We’re… free…”

Jane couldn’t help but moan as Miranda pinned her arms above her head, her own breasts falling out of her bra as Miranda tugged it off along with her panties leaving her naked on the bed, tying her wrists. “Miranda…” Jane moaned. “Please…”

Miranda smirked knowing she had Jane at her finger tips.