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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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"Maybe at the moment," she allowed, settling into an excruciatingly slow rhythm as a smile curved her lips. It wasn't the same as running a space station, but this was power all the same and she relished it, the way she could elicit gasps and groans from him with just a shift of her hips.

"Definitely at the moment," Jackson assured her, and made no more effort than usual to hide the effect she had on him. Aria would get all the gasps and groans she wanted, and he would enjoy it just as much as she did, a hand still under his head, his other one lazily exploring her skin, the harder lines of her muscles, the softer curves of her breasts.

But there was only so much a man could take, and that need for a little more, for something a little faster, a little stronger, seeped tension into his frame little by little. "C'mon, darlin', gimme a little somethin' more, here," he requested in a lazy drawl, shifting his hips in time with hers.

At this request Aria's smile turned wicked and she made no move to speed her movements. "Something more of what?" she asked, trailing her hands down his chest and stomach, biotic sparks stinging his skin.

Jackson hissed quietly, but the sparks walked that fine line between pain and pleasure, and he only bucked his hips a little harder, before he smiled again, up at her, loving the shade of her own smile. That shade of wickedness. "Somethin' more of you," he replied, moving both of his hands to her hips and changing the pace of his, not by much, but enough to make a difference.

Jackson might have been strong enough to force her to join his pace, but he didn't, leaving her to move against him in a jarring mismatch of rhythms that threatened to throw them both out of the 'mood'. "Do you always expect to get what you want just by asking nicely?" she asked, her expression turning daring as she waited to see what he would do.

"I like to give people the option of just givin' me what I want," he replied, holding her gaze for a second or three. And then he rolled them both so he wound up on top, and suddenly deeper inside her than their previous position had allowed. "Sweet Mary mother of Christ, you feel amazin', darlin'."

Aria chuckled, wrapping her legs around his hips to draw him even closer. "I don't know who that is, but pass on my regards," she said, sucking in a breath as he began to thrust against her. "And tell her you're not half bad yourself." Strong praise, from her.

"I'll make sure - to let her know." Jackson had absolutely no trouble with blasphemy, even less so in moments like these. They set up a steady rhythm that gradually picked up pace, and he quickly enough balanced himself on one arm to slide his other hand between their bodies. With how long she'd been teasing him, he knew he wasn't going to last, and he'd be damned if he didn't make her come again first.

Sure enough his ministrations soon had their desired effect and he saw the blue light begin to creep across her skin, her laboured breath catching in her throat as she neared the edge. Her hands bunched the thin mattress beneath them as she stiffened, head thrown back, silent this time as she tipped over the edge.

And it wasn't a minute too soon, because Jackson had been running right out of ugly beasties to picture. He pulled his hand back to lean on both his arms again, and drove into her harder than before, and stronger, licking the odd-tasting sweat from her neck before his own orgasm stole over him, hips stuttering for a few amazing seconds before they stilled. He kept his face buried against her neck as he caught his breath, but eventually pulled back to flop down beside her, half off of the mattress, given how narrow it was. "I love slow days," he stated, with feeling.

Aria stirred beside him, turning onto her side and rearranging her still-trembling limbs, her dark eyes slitted like some great cat. "I recall you saying the same thing about fast days not long ago," she replied, her voice hoarse and amused.

Jackson cracked one eye open to look at her, a faint smile on his lips, that grew more amused, in a very fond way, at the sight of her, and he reached out to bring her close, plant a kiss on those lips. "Yeah, that sounds about right," he confirmed, before checking where his rifle was at - still in the same spot, easily reachable from the mattress, perfect.

She pushed herself up on one arm, then, her other hand snaking its way across his waist in a studiously casual way. Aria wasn't a cuddler, Jackson knew, and the times when she deigned to stay in their little room after their fucking had finished were few and far between.

"I'd send you," she commented, looking down at him thoughtfully then. "Downstairs."

The surprise on his features wasn't feigned as he looked back at her, before thoughtfulness took over. He was silent for a few seconds, pillowing a hand under his head once again, fingers of his otherhand tracing meaningless shapes on the back of hers. It was rare for her to indulge in a moment like this one, but he knew better than to remark upon it. There was only one thing to do: enjoy it.

He could've greeted her words with many an offhand joke, but he was thinking her words over instead, because she brought that out in him. Made him think about things twice. Her mind was such a sharp thing that it was only too respectful.

"Why?" he finally settled on, simply. He wasn't fishing for compliments about being capable. He was asking for her reasoning.

She gave a one-armed shrug, though he could tell she wasn't as aloof as she perhaps wanted to project. Her behaviour proved that if not her expression.

"What's the problem with all the others we were discussing? Most of them can't be trusted to stay on the right side of things. You would," she declared, and her tone invited no argument. Aria had already made up her mind, apparently. "You're not stupid or sentimental. You'd do what needed to be done."

Jackson was quiet for a little while longer. Coming from her, it was definitely a compliment - not that it would do him any good to acknowledge it as such. Coming from Reid, the way she meant it - a condemnation.

Thinking of Reid up here did him no good. He didn't even know why he bothered.

"I'm touched, Aria," he told her, with enough irony in his tone to offer her a way out of acknowledging what she'd just said. "I can't say that I'd turn it down," he added, almost immediately, to prevent her from having to answer his first words.

"Good. It would give me a break from your constant demands on my time, if nothing else," Aria told him breezily. She was joking, he was almost sure of it - their diversions together were assuredly mutual, initiated as much by her as by him, but it was as good a way to step back from any dangerous sentimentality as any.

"And I'd finally get a crack at some decent alcohol," he finished, on the same tone. It really was half a joke, and he had to wonder how much she really trusted him. He knew that even off his head with booze, he wouldn't betray them, but it was a hell of a thing to trust such a patented drinker.

Her expression clouded for a moment but she said nothing, merely drumming her fingers on his side and then lying back with a sigh. Aria wasn't one to hold back her opinions, but occasionally she seemed to pull back and then not even Jackson could wheedle anything out of her. She didn't get up to leave, though. That was something.

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."

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