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(Moderator)JoeHundredaireFR184261,801635188,80324 Aug 0624 Aug 13Yes

Perfection (Faith/Miranda Lawson)

Title: Perfection
Author: JoeHundredaire (
Rating: PG-13/FR15
Disclaimer: Right, I actually went and checked to be sure this time… Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel: the Series, and all associated characters belong to Fran and Kaz Kuzui. BioWare is the owner of the Mass Effect trilogy, along with the mobile games, books, comics, and assorted other off-shoot products, and all related characters and concepts. Not mine, don't sue, and so forth and so on.
Summary: Genetically engineered to be a specimen of human perfection… and yet unable to bend a single willful young woman to her will. Miranda Lawson shook her head. What would her father think of her now?
Joe's Note: I'm freely willing to admit that I'm taking the same basic concept as Mark Four and importing it into a new universe, setting Faith on a collision course with a control freak used to being obeyed at all times. It's just hotter in this case because… well, have you seen Yvonne Strahovski's ass?

     "Did too."

     "Did not."

     "Did too."

     "Did not."

     "Did too."

     Cerberus Operative Miranda Lawson took a deep breath before exhaling slowly as she rose to her feet. Normally she would have loathed the idea of being chased out of her own office by someone but at the moment, she was fully willing to concede this small battle just to get away from the irritating brunette sitting on the other side of her desk. She was thirty-five standard years old, after all. Far too old to be engaged in a juvenile, endlessly repetitive argument such as this. "Commander Lehane, the Illusive Man secured every last byte of information regarding my creation and forwarded it all to me. I've studied it extensively for many a year and while the scientists in my father's employ modified a great many things about me, my posterior's size and shape are not among them."

     Raising one hand as Miranda passed, Faith Lehane smirked as she channeled her newly obtained biotic powers and wrapped Miranda's body in a angry red stasis field. It was a decidedly odd sight, Miranda took a moment to muse, given that every other biotic she'd ever met generated icy blue mass effect fields. Then her existing irritation with the woman who was nominally her superior spiraled into full on anger at the younger woman's presumption, driving such thoughts from her mind, but before she could express her… displeasure… with the situation, Faith spoke. "…yeah, from where I'm sitting? I think you need to go back and reread those records, Miri, cuz you definitely missed a few lines." Miranda felt her feet leave the ground momentarily, Faith rotating her a few degrees before lowering her back to the deck. "Seriously, it's like a perfect, gengineered peach wrapped in latex."

     The red energy field abruptly dissipated, Miranda stumbling forward a step as she regained control of her body. Turning to remove her rear from Faith's line of sight, she crossed her arms over her chest and glared at the woman out of time. "I don't recall giving you permission to admire my body, Lehane."

     "Probably because I didn't ask for it." Faith raised both hands, red mass effect fields crackling around them, before making a complex gesture that involved pulling both back towards her body while twisting one wrist and moving her right hand six inches to the side. Abruptly, Miranda found herself dragged forward in the familiar feel of a biotic pull, and then she was sitting across the smirking Faith's lap. "Besides, you spent two years staring at my body. Well, Me-Me and Shepard-Me. It's only fair to let me return the favor."

     Rolling her eyes, Miranda debated moving before giving up… at least for now. She'd had the unenviable task of seducing some truly horrible men while working for the Illusive Man; occupying the lap of a moderately attractive young woman wouldn't kill her. Not to mention that it would save her the indignity of being dragged around like a rag doll by Faith's biotic abilities to suit her whims. "I was the head researcher for the Lazarus Project, Lehane. I was involved in every single step of the process that brought you back to life and-"

     Faith let out a snort at that. "Every step. You know, except for the actual 'bringing me back to life' stage. Malice took care of that for you, between my wish back in 2008 and yours last year." Reaching up, Faith first tugged at a strand of Miranda's hair before poking the older woman's nose. "Fixing up my outsides? Wait, no, Slayer healing took care of that. Same with all my organs and assorted internal shit. Bones were already starting snap back together when you introduced your little nanite helpers. Hmm. Well, I guess you can take credit for that nifty L5x implant you jammed into my brain… but it's not like I asked for it. Or needed it. And I'm pretty sure you're regretting it right about now."

     "You wouldn't be wrong." Twisting her hips, Miranda moved to sit with her back to Faith, reclining so she was pressed against Faith's chest before leaning her head back to rest on the shorter woman's shoulder. While the position felt considerably more intimate than her previous one, it was still a better option than fighting with the stronger biotic, Miranda reasoned, with the added bonus of taking her perfectly proportioned breasts out of Faith's direct line of sight. "Still, regardless of your origins, I would appreciate it if you observed a suitable level of decorum aboard this vessel, especially when it comes to our interactions."

     There was a soft, repetitive noise as Faith tapped one finger against her jaw followed by the sound of her hair swishing back and forth as she shook her head; a sequence Miranda had become quite familiar with from dealing with the argumentative young woman. "I'm going to go with… no? How about you come back and try that one again when you're not the one wandering the ship in a skintight catsuit complete with a neckline perfectly calculated to show off your genetically perfect breasts? Which are very nice, by the way. It's just that I'm more of an ass woman… and you have a wicked awesome ass." Letting out a chuckle as Miranda crossed her arms defensively over her breasts, Faith used her biotic powers to lift Miranda up off her lap, slipping out from beneath her before lowering the dark-haired woman down into the chair she'd been occupying. "Anyways, it's been fun but I have a play date with Kasumi over in Port Observation."

     Miranda's eyes went very wide at that. The young Japanese thief was already a nuisance of the highest order. Faith was a nightmare in her own right. What sort of unholy hell might they be plotting together? "Are you sure you wouldn't rather be training with Samara? Or I could take some time out of my schedule to help you learn a technique I designed and perfected myself…"

     "Nah, it's cool. Since I can tell the difference, Kasumi wants to use me to test whether or not this Godiva's she found is from before or after the Second American Civil War… and I don't think I'm ever gonna get used to saying that one. Anyways. Me, Kasumi, chocolate, eating. If it passes the yum test, she's gonna try to use my name to get it certified authentic and then cut me in for forty percent when she sells it. I can't think of a part of that plan I wanna pass up. Especially since we're having movie night after." Winking, Faith blew Miranda a kiss before turning on her heel. "Hope this week's transmission is as juicy as the last one. Oh, and if you're nicer to me later? Maybe I'll tell you where to find one of the cameras hiding in your shower."

     Despite being utterly brilliant by all standards, placing in the ninety-ninth percentile of every test she'd ever taken in her life, it still took Miranda several seconds to process Faith's final statements. "…what?"
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