A pair of wide blue eyes looked to the face staring at her to her left, then back to the other face to her right. The mouth beneath them shifted from a circular open shape to twisted smirk.
"This is a joke," Oriana said. "You two are playing some kind of weird prank on me."
"This isn't a joke, Ori," Miranda said. "This is very much a real offer on a very real table."
"I'm really allowed to... to be with you?" Oriana asked, looking at Shepard.
"Yes," Jane said with a warm smile.
"And you're okay with this?" Oriana queried her sister next. Miranda nodded.
"Under the circumstances, yes," the older Lawson told her sister. "We owe you for not telling you the truth sooner. I think it's only fair that you get the thing you wanted most to make up for it."
Miranda had reached up and stroked her sister's hair as she spoke, but then the hand rested on Oriana's shoulder and she gave her sister a serious look. "But remember, this is a one-time deal. You get Shepard once, and then never again." Miranda paused to let it sink in. "Do you understand?"
Oriana looked down for a moment, disappointment creeping across her features. She nodded after a time and looked back up into Miranda's eyes. "Yes. I understand."
"Good," Miranda smiled. "So. When do you want to do this?"
Oriana's brow twisted as she began to think, but Shepard reached up and cupped Oriana's chin, drawing the younger woman's attention.
"How about right now?" Jane asked her suggestively.
Oriana was frozen as Shepard leaned in and brought their lips together. The kiss was soft and sensual, and sent shivers down Oriana's spine. It didn't last very long and Shepard didn't even slip her tongue into Oriana's mouth, but it was still very powerful and telling. It was like a tiny hint of things to come. Miranda was dumbstruck at the sight, apparently almost as surprised as Oriana at Shepard's first move. For a moment there was an instinctive twang of jealously, but it subsided once her brain reminded her gut that she'd given this the thumbs up. She just hadn't expected Jane to act so damn soon.
"Wow," Oriana said as soon as Shepard's lips had parted from her own. Her cheeks flushed as soon as she regained eye contact with Shepard. "Now is... Now is good."
"Good," Jane purred. "Because I'm really turned on right now, and you're looking very tasty."
Jane's face filled Oriana's vision again and once more Oriana felt soft and warm wetness pressing into her lips, this time more forceful. Oriana was a bit reluctant to act outside of just letting it happen for a few seconds, but when Jane's tongue slid its way in this time, she found herself reciprocating readily with a satisfactory moan, wrapping her arms around Jane's neck and shoulders and pulling her closer. It took Miranda a moment to realize that she was leaning in and watching intently, so she gave her head a small shake and stood back up straight.
"Well, I'll give you two some space," she said, and her body turned around and began walking away. Her head on the other hand remained where it had been already though: facing the two women making out.
The three of them were in Oriana's room at the moment, and Oriana was sitting on her bed while had Shepard leaned down to lock their lips. When Miranda and Shepard had asked Oriana to sit down before they outlined their proposal, the edge of her bed was where she chose. Miranda now walked over to another seat Oriana had at a nearby desk, moving it to the edge of the same wall the door occupied. She sat down in it, leaning back casually with her legs crossed to observe what was about to happen. Miranda wouldn't admit it, but she was probably just as nervous as her little sister. She was already a bit annoyed that Jane was getting a little too into this already.
Shepard pulled away from Oriana. Standing upright, Jane grabbed the hem of her N7 t-shirt and hoisted it up and off her body. She extended the arm holding the garment fully to her side and dangled it there for a couple of seconds before dropping it on the ground. Oriana stared at Shepard's breasts, noting that the Spectre had gone braless. From her seat Miranda frowned at this herself before being reminded that this was okay. Shepard smiled down at Oriana invitingly.
"Go ahead and touch them if you like," Jane told her.
Oriana reached up with one shaking hand and gave Shepard's left breast a gentle squeeze, then kneaded and lifted it. The other hand joined the right breast and joined suit as Shepard made a satisfied noise. Oriana looked up into Shepard's eyes, and the Spectre noticed the younger Lawson's ones had slightly hazy, half-lidded look to them. Oriana's chest was already rising and falling faster than before and her cheeks were flushed with excitement. Shepard's nipples were hard, which Jane didn't really notice until she felt Oriana's left thumb deliberately flick over the pink nub that capped her right breast. Oriana then leaned forward, bringing her lips to Jane's left nipple, whereby the tip of the girl's tongue flicked across it.
Miranda couldn't see much of what was happening since Shepard's back was to her, but she could see enough to figure out what was going on. She watched as Shepard reached down and stroked Oriana's hair, whispering encouragement to her sister to keep suckling. Oriana's lips were now latched onto the breast like a lamprey, and Shepard liked it a lot. Miranda didn't know why, but she was frustrated that she didn't have a better view, leaning to the side to see if she could catch a glance at least. She was about to consider moving her chair around to a better angle, but then Oriana stopped when Shepard reached down and pulled her sister to her feet. As she did, she encouraged Oriana to move with her, turning them in a counter-clockwise direction until they were both standing almost completely side on in profile to Miranda.