Unwrapping the Gift

Miranda took a step back, admiring her handiwork. "Jack's tastes are certainly...unique," she mused, her eyes raking over Shepard's exposed body. Shepard could feel the heat of her gaze, a heat that seemed to penetrate her very soul.

"Get this fucking thing out of me," Shepard growled, trying to sound more commanding than she felt. But the words came out more **** than anything, and Miranda's smirk only grew.

"Patience, Shepard," Miranda said, her tone playful. She stepped back, allowing Shepard to adjust to the newfound mobility of her legs. "First things first, we need to set the mood."

Miranda crossed the room to the sound system and selected a playlist titled "Jack's Picks." The speakers filled the room with a low, sultry bass that seemed to vibrate through the very air. She turned back to Shepard, who was still lying on the floor, the plug a constant, intrusive presence. The music was a blend of human and alien tracks, something that mirrored the complex nature of the situation they now found themselves in.

"Up you go," Miranda said, extending a hand to help Shepard up. Shepard took it, her eyes never leaving Miranda's, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife. As she stood, Miranda's hand slid down to grip the base of the plug, twisting it slightly. Shepard's gasp was music to her ears.

Miranda stepped closer, her body pressing against Shepard's, the heat of their skin mingling. "You know," she whispered, her breath warm against the other woman's neck, "you're quite the catch like this."

Shepard's heart raced, a heady mix of anger and desire coursing through her veins. "What the fuck are you playing at, Miranda?" she hissed, trying to keep her voice steady despite the tremor of need that was building within her.

Miranda's smirk grew more wicked as she leaned in, her lips brushing against Shepard's ear. "Jack thought you needed a little... extra something for the holidays," she murmured, her hand still firmly gripping the plug. "And I have to say, I'm quite enjoying the view."

The music grew louder, the bass thumping in time with Shepard's racing heart. Shepard's breath hitched as Miranda's fingers tightened on the plug, sending another shockwave of pleasure through her body. "What does she want?" she managed to ask, her voice a mix of frustration and arousal.