Before the Suicide Mission

Jack was preparing for the fight they were about to have and Miranda was going through every possibility there was. The whole squad didn’t know what would happen with the crew kidnapped and them facing impossible odds. They had done everything to get this moment and still it wasn’t enough. The collectors still boarded the Normandy and took the crew, their crew. Any glimmer of optimism that Jack might have had was thrown out the window.

In her mind, there was only one thing she could do. She went upstairs to Miranda’s office. She barged in. “Jack?!” Miranda said in surprise as she was on her bed scouring through everything datapad she had.

Jack tossed the datapads away much to Miranda’s protests, but she grabbed the perfect cheerleader’s ass and kissed her. Miranda was taken by surprise but accepted the kiss. She couldn’t deny her feelings for the crazy biotic. “Jack…” Miranda whispered.

“Shut up,” Jack muttered. “Just… hush…”

Miranda laid down on the bed as she let Jack find her zipper, pulling it down, exposing her black lace bra, her back arching, her chest thrusted forward. To Miranda’s surprise, Jack crawled into bed and held her for a moment. No sexual intentions, just comfort. “Jack…” Miranda whispered. “What is this?”

“It’s whatever you want this to be,” Jack said. “No strings attached. If you want me, I’m yours. If you just want to use me and let me go, I’m fine with that too. But Miri, I… can’t leave this world regretting never trying.”

Miranda nodded as she held Jack for a moment, just taking in the moment.