only_one_rule | Aria/Jackson rendezvous

Aria/Jackson rendezvous

The room had probably been a supply closet at some point; certainly its size and shape seemed to suggest that, as did the heavy shelves that had been bolted to the walls, though they were devoid of anything by the time they had discovered it not far from the living quarters and the barricade they had set up against roving monsters. It added a little thrill to the proceedings to know they were beyond the 'safe zone' and more than once had necessitated a quick retreat when the halls were too full of foes.

Aria slipped into the room to find Jackson already there, just as she had known he would be. She allowed another sly smile as she spotted him, though she turned her attention towards using her biotics to shove the remaining shelf up against the door before greeting him properly. Only once the heavy shelving was firmly in place did she turn, sauntering towards where he waited. "Well now, where were we? Planning an invasion, I believe..."

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And yet Jackson was always one to try and wheedle them out of her, turning with her and pressing a kiss to her breast. "What?" he simply asked, fingers coasting gently across her ribs.

"Things are changing," she said cryptically, staring up at the rust-addled ceiling above them. "I don't know how, yet, but whatever this tentative balance is we've found it's going to shift and we're all going to have to deal with it." A corner of her mouth quirked up in a not-quite smile; any change was better than the status quo right now.

Jackson digested the information thoughtfully. Would she send him down there because she knew that she could count on him, no matter what happened here? And how right was she to think so; it all depended on what the changes brought.

And did a part of her want him out of harm's way - or rather, since the assignment would hardly be risk-free, even given the naive nature of the downstairs crowd, did she want him out of the way altogether?

"If you believe that, is it really the right time to have at downstairs?"

He knew the answer he would make, in her stead - that there would never be a right time - but he wanted to hear what hers would be.

"What time would be better?" Aria asked him, surprising herself yet again when her tone was reflective rather than sharp. Was she getting soft around him? She tried not to think about it. "Would you have us wait until the opportunity is laid out before us on a platter? Because I can assure you that time will never come."

Maybe she was just being impatient; a few years should be nothing to her in the grand scheme of things and yet there was only so much captivity she could swallow before she started to get restless. She liked danger as much - or perhaps more - as the next person but when its only reward was a carcass and nothing more even the hunt started to lose its thrill.

"You have to take what you want," she said then, and it sounded like she was speaking to herself as much as him, her voice quiet but clear in the small room. "It's not enough to be patient. You have to be bold."

Jackson hummed a happy sound of appreciation, and moved to kiss her, long and hungry once again. He would need a little while longer to be up for anything, but that still left a wide variety of things for him to do. "Keep talkin' like that, darlin'," he told her with a smirk, and moved down her body to settle between her legs.

"Do you need a pep talk, Jackson?" Aria inquired, her amused chuckle giving way to a groan of pleasure as his tongue slipped against her. "I suppose I could remind you that in all our time here we've never seen an inkling of the powers beyond and what their plan might be. Or the fact that we're stuck here and the only way off is through them. Fuck the time being right, fuck us being 'prepared' - we are never going to be any more ready than we are right now."

Jackson's hands found her hips, tilted them so he could have at as much of her as possible, shoulders making certain that her legs were spread wide. Pep talk, sure, if she wanted to call it that. Honestly, as long as she kept talking, he didn't care. Not that he would stop if she forewent words in favor of groans and sighs, either. There were few things on this earth (or the station) that he liked doing more than this, right here, and he was very dedicated to his art, pulling one of his hands back from her hip to complement the work of his mouth, a brief hum encouraging her to keep talking.

To her credit Aria recovered her wits quite quickly, at least enough to continue speaking though her voice was a bit unsteady, prone to trailing off in sudden gasps or moans.

"I'm tired of this holding pattern we've put ourselves in - and we have, through our inaction, through our struggle to stay alive, through our squeamishness at eliminating the obstacles in our way. We - mm - we need to act or we'll stagnate and rot here. Anyone who's content with the way things are is a fool, and anyone who's too afraid to do what needs to be done about it is a coward."

The fact that she could pull this off - make sense, be her usual ruthless, clever self - while he was going down on her did very little to discourage Jackson, or make him doubt his skills. On the contrary, it was one more reason to admire her, and the more she talked, the more he brought it on, picking up the pace just as mercilessly as she was judging the lot of them. Whether he agreed with her or not mattered very little; the strength of her character and the sharpness of her mind existed regardless of his own opinions on any given subject. Only through that respect could they ever be together this way, and it was no concession, but simple fact.

Eventually it reached a point where even Aria's powers of concentration were tested and found wanting and her rant ended, at least temporarily, as she writhed under his attention. There weren't many men who would consider her tirades an aphrodisiac and even fewer that she would accept into her bed, such as it was, which made Jackson notable on yet another account. She didn't know if he realised how discerning her tastes were - perhaps he just thought that he had come along at the right place and time - but Aria would have gone celibate long before bedding any of the others, including those who had come and gone.

Her words stopped coming, but she did not grow silent, and whatever sounds he drew for her continued to spur Jackson. He did not let up until the familiar blue flashed over her skin, and only then slowed his pace, gradually, to a halt, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh and staying there, watching her as she came to.

Whatever she saw in him that made him fit to share this old mattress with her, he was glad of it.

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"I'll give you one thing - all that talking has certainly done wonders for your stamina," Aria chuckled when she had regained proper use of her own tongue. She sighed as she shifted, raising her forearm and laying it over her eyes to block out what dim light they had. "If I had you back on Omega I'd have cloned you in a heartbeat - would have had plenty of happy customers to swindle then."

"It's for the best, really," Jackson stated in a lazier drawl than usual. Stamina or not, his tongue and, well, his entire mouth were feeling the strain of the workout. And it had been entirely worth it. "The world's better off with just one of me in it."

He certainly was better off knowing there weren't other ones of him around, anyway.

"Rarer commodities are good too - drives up the price." Aria grinned - not that she was planning on pimping him out, at least not up here. "I coul--" She bit off her sentence as a loud crash sounded in the hallway outside their door, and a moment later the door itself rattled as something large and heavy collided with it.

From lazily resting his head against her thigh, casually sprawled between her legs, Jackson reacted immediately, reaching for his rifle and getting to his feet, pointing the weapon at the door. It was holding, for now.

"Get dressed," he told Aria in a whisper, not an order - he was letting her know he'd keep watch on the door as she did, and expected her to return the favor afterwards.

She was on her feet in an instant, slipping into her clothes and boots as the shelf juddered and shook. Perhaps stupidly all she had brought with her was a small pistol in an ankle holster, but then, she had recourse to other defenses.

Drawing the gun, she took up position next to Jackson, nudging him with her shoulder as she drew a bead on the door. "Go on."

It was a quick affair, throwing clothes on, pulling his boots on, then immediately picking up his rifle again. He was all business now, as he set his sight back on the shaking door, but it didn't mean he wasn't himself about it.

"Let's go, darlin'," he murmured with a half smile, trusting her by his side as he had any good man in the army.

A nod, and then a flair of blue as the shelves were shoved roughly to one side by Aria's biotics to allow them access to the door. They managed to set themselves at appropriate angles to the door just as it burst open to reveal a hulking amphibious-looking creature, all limbs and gills and teeth. It was too large to fit through the doorway, though it flailed its main arms into the room - Aria heard a BLAM beside her as Jackson unloaded a shot into its chest. This was enough to drive it away from the door long enough for them to slip outside and Aria did so, preferring the slightly more open space of the corridor to being trapped in the small room like some sort of offering.

"Come on then, fuckhead, let's see what you've got."

They made a good team, all the more so by now. When the thing leapt towards them again, a telekinetic blast disoriented it long enough for Jackson to get another good shot at it - this time, at its head. It was the weak spot of most creatures they'd met, except a few, usually very notable, exceptions. It was always a good bet, as far as Jackson was concerned, much better than guessing at where its vital organs might be.

The shot reached its mark, drawing a guttural sound of agony out of the creature before it charged again, fury renewed by pain.

Never one to give ground without a fight, Aria refused to budge as the monster thundered towards them. She raised her handgun and trained it on one of the creature's small, piggish eyes, waiting until it was almost upon her before pulling the trigger. With a howl of pain it struck out in anger, though half-blinded all it succeeded in was sending its claws raking across Aria's arm and throwing her against the wall before turning its attention to Jackson. As he watched, its outer jaws opened wide, long tongue whipping out to taste the air as it chattered its inner teeth at him threateningly.

"You're one ugly sonuvabitch," Jackson commented as he fired again, a round of shots at its head, stepping back as it came at him until, finally, it collapsed. The sound of steady gunfire was followed by an eerie silence, and Jackson looked over at Aria to see her get to her feet. He'd check her over when they were back behind the barricade, but right now, their priority was getting there (and, if possible, bring the creature with them for Andras to do his thing). The gunfire would have drawn attention, and not just from their side.

"Think it'll taste like fish?" he asked hopefully, keeping his rifle drawn, ready to fire, but grabbing the creature by one of its legs and waiting for her to do the same, so they could drag it together.

"As long as it tastes better than it looks," Aria replied, gritting her teeth as she leaned down to grab hold of one slippery limb. Her arm was dripping blood, dark purple against the black of her jumpsuit, but she ignored it as they began to drag the carcass backk towards the barricade. If there were any other creatures in the vicinity they'd find out soon enough.

They thankfully managed to make it to the barricade without trouble, and the sentinels on duty just then took charge of the animal while Jackson nodded for Aria to follow thim towards the medlab. It was a nasty-looking cut, but he was mostly worried about whether the creature might have secreted poison.

"Take a seat," he told her with a nod at the room in general, so that she could choose which seat she prefered. There was a table, for their surgeries, but people generally prefered one of the chairs.

He washed his hands quickly, then grabbed a clean rag to clean the wound. They had a few mad devices which Tam had taught him to use, but they were mostly stuck with the basics as Jackson knew them.

Aria sank into one of the chairs - she wasn't about to lay herself out on the dinged-up table like some sort of invalid. Looking over the wound herself she made a face at her own sloppiness and the nanites that swam through her bloodstream; without them she would have had no problem facing down the creature, even alone. She hated feeling weak and vulnerable, and her irritation was such that she snapped at Jackson as he started dabbing at the wound. "Do you mind? I'd rather not lose the arm thanks to your cackhandedness."

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