Aria/Jackson rendezvous

[only_one_rule]

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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[only_one_rule]

Aria shrugged the top off her shoulders - coming to the Proserpina hadn't changed her preferences for form-fitting clothes, though she mourned the loss of her favourite jacket, having found nothing similar to replace it with in her time on the station. Her own hands worked busily to divest Jackson of his shirt and vest; so many layers, but then, humans were always cold, weren't they?

"What about Rat?" she said when they had come up for air a minute later, their hands and lips still exploring the newly-exposed flesh on display. "He certainly knows how to play a role..."

[suckmyyankeeballs]

"And if we were to set up a theatre, he would make a perfect leadin' lady," Jackson confirmed without missing a beat, his voice a little rougher than usual, and he leaned back for a moment to just watch her. She was gorgeous, and her talk of trust - he knew what it meant, that she would be like this, with him.

He also knew what it didn't mean.

"I don't know that he'd have it in him to play the long con," he went on, fingers fanning out across her ribs, stroking down over her hip, saying the same things his eyes were saying: beautiful, gorgeous, magnificent.

[only_one_rule]

"How long would we need, really?" she all but purred, hooking her finger in his belt and pulling him in for another kiss. She liked the way he looked at her, though of course she would've questioned his eyesight (and sanity) if he had done any differently.

Deftly she began to unbuckle the belt, slipping her hand into his trousers as soon as she was able and curling her fingers around him. She smiled at his sudden intake of breath. "How much longer are we going to wait?" The question had more than one meaning, of course, though she was curious to see which he would address first.

[suckmyyankeeballs]

"Darlin', you always make it so difficult to keep my brain goin'," Jackson pointed out, although the warmth in his drawl made it clear it really wasn't a complaint. At all. Whatsoever.

Especially not when she shifted her hand and squeezed just right.

"But those are two very different questions," he answered all the same, working his hands around hers to go and take care of her own pants. "Especially when we don't know what'll be decided."

There was a hint of a question in his tone, which he trusted she would be able to decipher. Had she had this very conversation with others? Did she have an idea who would vote for which option?

[only_one_rule]

"Don't we?" Aria asked enigmatically, her hand moving just enough to keep him from regaining too much concentration. After the failure of their last plan it was obvious they needed to take a more direct course of action, though of course as with all big decisions there would be an insistence on another idiotic 'democratic' vote. She frowned, her grip tightening enough to make him shift uncomfortably - when she realised what she was doing she relaxed, offering no apologies.

"There are still enough bleeding hearts among us that wholesale slaughter will be hard to come by," she said then, still frowning.

[suckmyyankeeballs]

Talking slaughter with her hand down his pants; in other circumstances, Jackson was pretty damn certain he would have fallen in love with that woman. (In so far as she was female. Chiana was a girl like Aria was a woman; the terms weren't indicative of species, as far as he was concerned.)

"You know my feelings on the matter," Jackson replied, a little shorter of breath than he had been, getting over his temporary distraction to open her pants and push them down, as much as he could while she kept her hand where it was.

And she did. Slaughter was not something he would ever advocate. He did not think that they would need to kill them all, only some key players. And there were those that might join them.

[only_one_rule]

Yes, Aria did know, and had mocked him for them, soundly enough to cool things between them for a few days before physical attraction and the need to be close to somebody had brought them back together again. There was something else as well; a grudging respect for his principles, even if she didn't adhere to them herself. It wasn't that she thought they were stupid, it was just that she so often found herself in a position where they did more harm than good.

Her free hand came to cup his jaw as she kissed him again, a kiss that on the surface spoke of desire and need, hiding beneath it things that Aria herself didn't wholly understand. Her teeth caught his lip as her hand stroked him, faster, harder, and then she broke the embrace to lean and murmur in his ear. "And are you sure I can't change your mind?"

Respect for his ideals didn't mean she wouldn't try to corrupt them at every possible turn. She liked him too much to let things lie.

[suckmyyankeeballs]

"You're welcome to try," Jackson answered in a rough whisper, pants only precariously hanging on to his hips as he moved. He crouched to peel the tight pants off of her, giving her an amused smile tempered by shared intimacy. He hardly thought it was something they would ever see eye to eye on, but as long as she respected him, he had no problem with that.

He took her boots off to finish the job, and predictably decided he quite liked it down here, kissing, licking and nibbling his way across one of her thighs, a hand sliding up in between them.

[only_one_rule]

She gave a loud groan - dangerous here, as any noise might attract attention of the many-fanged kind - that ended in a curse. It was hard to reconcile the desire to be in control at all times with the toe-curling pleasure Jackson was able to impart with his clever hands and lips, and he knew it was a daily battle for her to allow this vulnerability in front of him.

"You make it hard to hold any leveraging power when you're down there," she told him , her voice thick and heavy with arousal. "Though I do like you on your knees..."

[suckmyyankeeballs]

"You like me in a lot of other positions, too," Jackson pointed out with another smile up at her, hand moving rhythmically, now. They could both play each other so easily by now - each other's bodies, at least, but he wouldn't be surprised if she could play him any way she wanted as well. She was that kind of woman.

[only_one_rule]

"You've proven quite - mm - adaptable," she agreed, and before he could push her any further towards the edge she was pulling away with a small gasp, moving towards the opposite wall, turning to give him a look over one indigo-spotted shoulder. "Come here."

[suckmyyankeeballs]

"Yes, ma'am," he told her, the same humor in his voice as was quirking his lips up into a smile. He stood and kicked off his shoes, dropping his pants and stepping out of them and towards Aria. There might have once been a lick of modesty in him, but it had been gone long before he'd woken up on the station; he was just as much at ease naked as he would have been clothed, although her nudity certainly made a difference. He reached for her the moment he was close enough, pulling her in for a kiss.

[only_one_rule]

Aria drew her fingers over Jackson's skin, allowing just enough biotic charge to escape for an electric thrill to follow the path of her fingers, a favourite trick that she had surprised him with long ago. She hated the way the nanites dampened her powers - it made her feel weak and vulnerable - but at least she still had them. Getting a hold of one of the doctors who could reverse the effects would be a priority, once they had control of downstairs.

[suckmyyankeeballs]

The electricity made Jackson smile into the kiss, briefly, before he gently bit at her lower lip. "So what'll it be, darlin'?" he asked her, his drawl worse in such moments for the thickness of his arousal. His hands traveled down, then up her sides, one of them finding a breast, thumb brushing over a nipple. "What're you in the mood for, today?"

He did so love giving her exactly what she wanted, without the sort of submission others might work into such an arrangement. No, he gave her what she wanted because he decided to, not because he gave himself over to her. That had never been his style, but even if it had been, this was not a place for that sort of perversion. It was much too dangerous.

[only_one_rule]

His answer was a bruising kiss, her entire body arching against his. "I want it hard," she muttered, revelling in the flush that came of speaking one's desires aloud, "against the wall. For the first, at least."

[suckmyyankeeballs]

"I really like the way you think," Jackson told her with a brief smile. Hard meant facing the wall, so he roughly spun her about - roughly, the way he wouldn't have if he didn't know it was exactly what she wanted.

For the first, at least.

Roughly, he pushed inside her, burying himself with a contented groan he did nothing to hide (why would he). His hands stroked over her back, until each found a good enough grip that he could give her exactly what she had asked for: hard.

[only_one_rule]

The wall was cold and slightly gritty, his skin hot and slick against her own. It didn't take long for her pleasure to build, primed as she was with discussion of carnage and the work of his clever fingers. She had no romantic notions of climaxing together and so she held nothing back as she came, her skin flaring electric blue as she cried out and shuddered against him.

[suckmyyankeeballs]

This was still one of the most amazing sights Jackson had ever seen, that flare that left no doubt as to whether or not she'd climaxed, in case the sounds she made might have. He kept on, relentless, all through her orgasm, to draw it out for her, thinking of the beast they'd killed two nights past in order to hold off what would otherwise have been inevitable. This was just the first, and he had no intention of having to wait until he could rise to the occasion again for the second, even if the lack of readily available alcohol meant that his refractory period had diminished. Thank God for small favors, he supposed.

[only_one_rule]

Aria murmured something, her ability to concentrate somewhat muzzy for the aftershocks still running over her limbs and through her body. "The bed," she clarified a few seconds later, when she felt steady enough to stand without his support. "On your back."

[suckmyyankeeballs]

"It's like you read my mind," he told her, smile audible in his voice, but he took the time to kiss her shoulder before he pulled back, and moved, having no doubt that she would be right behind him. Less that she read his mind, more that they knew each other more than well enough by now.

On the old mattress, on his back, pillowing a hand under his head as he watched her, happily, his second hand wandering down to stroke himself, lightly, almost absent-mindedly; his attention was too focused on her.

[only_one_rule]

She turned, and there was no doubt she knew she was being watched and admired, making the most of the short journey across to where he lay. Jackson was such a good soldier, quick to follow orders with a smile on his face, and not for the first time Aria counted herself lucky that he was here though of course she had never told him as much.

"I've told you before, asari don't have telepathy," she teased him, throwing a leg over his hips and lowering herself slowly to straddle him. "And it's just as well, I don't think I want to know what's truly going on in that brain of yours..."

[suckmyyankeeballs]

He held himself up as she came down, smile twitching up his lips under his moustache. "You'd love -" a sharp intake of breath as she clenched around him - "you'd love what's truly goin' on in that brain o' mine," he finished protesting, still smiling around his words. How could he not? Here she was, goddamn gorgeous on top of him - and then she rocked her hips, and he groaned, fingers curling on her thigh.

[only_one_rule]

"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.

[suckmyyankeeballs]

"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.

[only_one_rule]

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.