Skilled Fingers

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans, nor do I make any money from this fictional writing. I do not own the Original Character Mirana, Skittlesama does. Mirana is used with permission

Slade had left, for the time being. That was the only thought wrapped around Mirana at the moment - that she had this large, empty bedroom all to herself. There were those cold, boring robots patrolling around, but they didn't count in her mind.

It had been roughly a week since she was employed by Slade to go back to her old job of performing heists for him. All he'd been doing since then is getting her back into shape, busting her back on working gymnastics, developing her mirror teleportation, lockpicking, so on and so forth. It left her drained, but more important at the moment, it made her bored.

"Fnnh...even when I was moping about having no money, I was having more fun than this..."

She rose up, brushing the brown bangs out of her eyes, and blinking a few times. A long, drawn out breath escaped her lips with a mumbled groan.

"This place is too fucking warm...how many heaters does he need?"

With that, she removed the top of her costume, a sweaty spandex item that made her wince when she looked at all the perspiration inside of it. Mirana set it down to the side carefully, leaving her in just a white b-cup bra, and long worn in jeans. She sighed, walking over to her bed and lying herself down on it, having no clue what to do to brighten her day.

"No money yet, can't go to 7-11...Don't wanna go for a walk...This hideout is boring...Gahhh..."

Two front teeth bit into her lip with a frustrated look on her face, searching her mind for something simple, something she could do with what she had that would give her a quick shot of endorphins in her skull. Something did occur to her - and she looked around, double checking for any of those damn guards or a 'surprise visit' from Slade. On this, she didn't want to be interrupted.

A nervous finger crawled down her stomach to the middle of her hips, lightly grabbing onto the metal zipper and drawing it open enough to slide her hand inside. The first two fingers latched onto her panties, pushing them to the side, and rubbing gently.

"Mrmmm...got nothing better to do..." She said, with a low growl in her voice. Once she felt a bit of wetness leak out, she pushed a finger in, not wanting to stimulate too much if she was dry. A soft cooing escaped her lips, and she continued to rub and press in, then pulling out. The simultaneous action kept her body pleased, blood shooting all over, and then warming up...

"Ahnh...mmmh..." Mirana mumbled, her fingers speeding up when her inside got wet - it gave her more leverage to push harder and faster when it didn't hurt thanks to the natural lube.

Her mind began to wander, sifting through memories of the Titans, her just-recently-vacant bombshelter/house, eventually ending up at the present. At Slade.

"FNNNH!" She got angry, frustrated at the stubborn bastard, but her fingers did not stop. They remained just as active as she scowled at herself for daring to think of that name. Memories of being treated like garbage from far back to just as recent as yesterday. Still, Mirana pressed on, even adding a third finger under her jeans, shooting another pack of chemicals through her body at the self-gratification.

The two started to mix. Anger and pleasure. Hate and lust. They tore at eachother, biting and trying to claim space in Mirana's body, before they swirled into one, leaving Mirana groaning longly and licking her lips while she thought of the sheer strength of the man she despised so utterly, a fourth finger added to put her body into overdrive.

"Hnnnhh...fuck...hate you...hate you..." Mirana spoke, with a slight stutter and her eyelids hanging heavily, more blood pounding through her body, more wetness soaking her hands and pants, more endorphins colliding in her brain while she gave up to lust blended with hatred. Another hand pawed at the rest of the body, starting at her breasts; She found them unsatisfactory, and molested other parts of her own body, from the small of her back to her stomach. Finally, she placed her hand inside her mouth, sucking and licking on her fingers with great content, her lower hand pumping with greater speed, and more force.

She let her hand out of the grasp of her lips, and ran it over her body again, moaning more, almost ready to scream.

"I hate you...I fucking hate you, GOD I hate youu...UHhhNNHh... I f-fucking hate slade... " Mirana's body started to buckle, and shake, switching between arching her back to humping the bed rapidly, her 4 fingers stubbornly remaining, clawing and pushing at her self, feeling the wetness seep onto them. Her jeans grinded against her legs, curves and the back of her hand, as she too grinded against the bed. Each breath she took was sharp and hot, and sounded more like a brief exclamation of pleasure than anything else.

With four fingers running amok inside of herself, circling around and pressing farther in, and the rest of her body frantically rubbing against the mattress, she could feel her knees shake. It was happening. Her mind returned to the strong, silent figure of the man she dreaded so much - and then, with a silent, inward scream, she released.

"Ooohnhh..." Mirana quietly moaned, saliva filling her cheeks, and her juice running down her legs, staining the jeans. She laid flat for a short while, before removing the jeans in a huff, but with a look of quiet content on her face. She dumped them in her hamper, and bit into her lip again, before she took off for her bureau to find a shirt and a another pair of pants.

"I'll have to throw that crap through the washer soon..." She mumbled, grinning slightly mischeviously.