Alarm!

BEEEPPP!!!

Jack shot up at the annoying sound. Her fucking alarm! Just when the dream was getting good.

She groaned as she slid put from under her sheets, her naked body fully displayed.

"Got to stop having that fucking dream..."

Every since she had been back on the Normandy and around the cheerleader she had been dreaming about her. It was fucking infuriating!

She grabbe her clothes and dressed, a slight redness to her cheeks. She would jump out the airlock before she ket anyone know about her dreams.

Worse was the fact that most of them involved Miranda dominating her. Using her. Humiliating her and she was fucking wet from it!

"Get yourself together Jack...It's just some stupid dream..."

She walked up out of her lower hold. It was still her preferred place to sleep. No one bothered her there which meant the luxury of not having to wear anything to bed.

She just hopes that Miranda isn't in the mess hall. She was red enough.