Miranda recovers

Jack held Miranda in her arms as the sobriety medicine kicked in. “Mmmm,” Miranda groaned as she rested her hands on Jack’s. “I really thought I’d out drink you.”

She slowly turned to face Jack in bed. “And I thought you could hold your liquor, cheerleader. What’s the point of perfect genes if you can’t make it past 20 drinks?”

“I guess that’s one area my father didn’t perfect,” Miranda said.

Jack ran her fingers against Miranda’s body, her hands finding their way to Miranda’s butt. “You really are perfect though,” Jack said. “And now, you’re mine for 4 weeks.”

Miranda sighed as she rested her head in the crook of Jack’s shoulder. “Yeah… I am…”

Jack paused as she looked down at Miranda to see a small smile on her face. Jack raised an eyebrow. Did Miranda fake it? Jack shrugged it off. Whether she did or not was irrelevant as she said. “Just get ready, cheerleader. I plan to have you do all sorts of things tomorrow.”

The two kept hold of each other as they fell asleep. When Miranda was certain Jack was asleep, she opened her eyes and readjusted her body and watching as the biotic smiled in her sleep.

“Oh Jack…” Miranda whispered. “I could have easily drunk you under the table… I could have had you wrapped around my fingers… but what’s the fun in that? I’m more interested in seeing what you’ll do to me. What your plans are… we both know we don’t have a lot of time left before we’re swept up with this brutal war… so now is the time we have to do whatever we want. And I… I plan to have some fun before I leave this plane.”

Miranda kissed Jack’s forehead as she toyed with Jack’s hair. She pulled the elastic letting Jack’s hair fall as she played with it and at some point, Miranda fell asleep.