Re: Dumb Bravery (2/3)
anonymous
April 22 2011, 07:36:00 UTC
He nearly took her head off. The knife must have been beneath him because he seemed to pull it from no place at all, the blade hissing back her neck and narrowly skimming off her shields. The impertinent little -! She yanked the knife out of his hand with a snatch of biotic energy and seized both his arms at the wrists. He torqued the waist, tried to kick her in the belly, gut her with bare talons. She twisted her hip, took a long cut to the thigh, then leapt on top of the turian, biotic strength bearing down, pinning him back in his bunk until, finally, he stopped struggling and laid still beneath her.
She smiled. “Hullo, Archangel.”
“I told you, I have no problem with you,” he snarled.
“I know you don’t. I keep my nose clean. It’s the rest of me that’s dirty.”
“The rest of you, I don’t care about,” snapped the turian. “What do you want?”
“What do I want?” The queen of Omega made a show of thinking. She tilted her head at him, her smile side-slanting and mean. “You break rules, Archangel. I like that. Reminds me of myself except, you know, I never had such goody-goody delusions of grandeur.”
“Grandeur,” drawled Archangel. He looked around at his bunker of weapons like it might have turned into a ballroom while he wasn’t looking. The look he gave her was supremely flat. “I think I need to delude a little harder then, because this looks like a basement to me.”
“This is the grandest it gets for heroes like you,” said Aria, enjoying this little exchange. “All those downtrodden out there for you to save.”
His tone was dry as dust. “All those gangers and murderers to shoot.”
“All the public adoration.”
“All the bounties on my head.”
“You love it.”
“It’s possible I get my kicks this way.” It was impossible to take him seriously as he said this, so sarcasm-leaden was his voice. “What’s it to Aria? Why do you care how or why I do what I do? I followed your damn rule didn’t I?”
Her smile as she leaned down, inches from his face, was both vicious and full of intent. “That is one rule, Archangel, you have permission to break.”
He stared for a good four seconds. Then, sounding completely skeptical: “You’re joking.”
“I rarely joke.”
“You didn’t hunt me down just to hit on me.”
“No,” she said mildly, pressing a hand on Archangel’s bare chest. “I didn’t.”
Re: Dumb Bravery (3/3)
anonymous
April 22 2011, 07:38:52 UTC
The melding hit him so hard that for about twenty seconds she had Omega’s number one most wanted writhing and shouting, completely wrecked to the root of every nerve. He’d probably never come so hard or fast in his damn life and it was over before he could get as far as protesting. When she stopped, he fell back, shaky and panting… but he didn’t tell her to back off. Tough son of a bitch…
Aria unabashedly stripped her vest and climbed onto the bed. Archangel let her. She kicked her pants off and shoved him down again, climbed on top of him. She straddled him, grinning, pressing on palm to his chest as she spread her legs and opened her body. She joined with Archangel, hard, almost brutally meshing her nerves to his, but he didn’t seem to care. He was too busy swearing and trying to deal with the reality of coming so hard his vision started to white out. Aria didn’t care. She was glowing.
Fuck. She’d forgotten how good this could feel. Like every inch of her was hot and throbbing, her whole body clenching and sweating. Aria liked the friction of the turian, the edges scraping her inner thighs. She liked the low noises the vigilante was making, the tiny breaks in his voice where he was just panting and groaning instead of growling. She concentrated on him, coursing heat and synaptic lightening across his nerves until he was irrepressibly screaming every time she touched him. She fucked Archangel until he was jerking at the slightest brush, nerves shot. It was only then that she found her own climax. It hit her like agony, like her blood was made of static, surging through her bones and belly. It left her shivering and empty in the wake of its passing.
“Shit,” said Archangel, levering himself up on one elbow beneath her.
“I dunno, I thought it was pretty good,” said Aria lazily, getting off the vigilante.
He swung his feet to the floor, eyeing Omega’s ruler with suspicion. “Why did you do that?”
“Because, you’re ruthless and shake things up and that reminds me of me.” She was pulling on her pants and vest. “Don’t feel too flattered. It was like masturbation, nostalgia if you like. Oh, and if anyone asks you still can’t say you fucked with Aria.” She smiled sweetly at him, over her shoulder. “I definitely fucked you.”
“I think you just like saying that ‘No one fucks with Aria’ line.”
“I think I’ve earned that line after half a dozen centuries.” She finished zipping her vest to her chin and started toward the door. Absently she said, “You’re going to die, Archangel. You might not die right away, you might last a few months, and you might leave a pretty streak of good intentions behind… but you are going to die. Bloody.”
“We’ll see,” he said, voice hard. Fuck, to be that young again.
Aria thumbed the bunker door open. “Out of curiosity, are you just too smart not to go after me or just not ambitious enough?”
Archangel cocked his head, a smirking lilt to his tone. “You kill people, Aria, but only if they tangle with you. Other criminals. You exploit corrupt systems. You play everyone against eachother. You’re a merciless monster… but you don’t murder bystanders.” He shrugged. “That puts you father back on my to-do-list.”
She smirked.
“Wait…” A pause. “That’s not what I…”
“Good-bye, hero. I’m going to miss your brand of brave stupidity.” Aria walked out of the bunker, but she was certain somehow that that stupid turian was smiling as she went. Dumb. She’d be sad when someone shot him through his pretty, do-gooder skull... but only for a moment.
Re: Dumb Bravery (3/3)
anonymous
April 22 2011, 08:55:43 UTC
That was hot as hell, anon! I was so glad to see somebody filled this; I'd just started replaying ME2 when I made the request and heading into Omega for the first time rekindled my massive love for Aria, so I was glad to see her POV!
I especially loved her not warning him, but just telling him the truth as she see's it, that he's a walking dead man.
And aw, Garrus. You almost managed to get through it without making a horrible unintentional double entendre. You'll make it someday! :)
She smiled. “Hullo, Archangel.”
“I told you, I have no problem with you,” he snarled.
“I know you don’t. I keep my nose clean. It’s the rest of me that’s dirty.”
“The rest of you, I don’t care about,” snapped the turian. “What do you want?”
“What do I want?” The queen of Omega made a show of thinking. She tilted her head at him, her smile side-slanting and mean. “You break rules, Archangel. I like that. Reminds me of myself except, you know, I never had such goody-goody delusions of grandeur.”
“Grandeur,” drawled Archangel. He looked around at his bunker of weapons like it might have turned into a ballroom while he wasn’t looking. The look he gave her was supremely flat. “I think I need to delude a little harder then, because this looks like a basement to me.”
“This is the grandest it gets for heroes like you,” said Aria, enjoying this little exchange. “All those downtrodden out there for you to save.”
His tone was dry as dust. “All those gangers and murderers to shoot.”
“All the public adoration.”
“All the bounties on my head.”
“You love it.”
“It’s possible I get my kicks this way.” It was impossible to take him seriously as he said this, so sarcasm-leaden was his voice. “What’s it to Aria? Why do you care how or why I do what I do? I followed your damn rule didn’t I?”
Her smile as she leaned down, inches from his face, was both vicious and full of intent. “That is one rule, Archangel, you have permission to break.”
He stared for a good four seconds. Then, sounding completely skeptical: “You’re joking.”
“I rarely joke.”
“You didn’t hunt me down just to hit on me.”
“No,” she said mildly, pressing a hand on Archangel’s bare chest. “I didn’t.”
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Aria unabashedly stripped her vest and climbed onto the bed. Archangel let her. She kicked her pants off and shoved him down again, climbed on top of him. She straddled him, grinning, pressing on palm to his chest as she spread her legs and opened her body. She joined with Archangel, hard, almost brutally meshing her nerves to his, but he didn’t seem to care. He was too busy swearing and trying to deal with the reality of coming so hard his vision started to white out. Aria didn’t care. She was glowing.
Fuck. She’d forgotten how good this could feel. Like every inch of her was hot and throbbing, her whole body clenching and sweating. Aria liked the friction of the turian, the edges scraping her inner thighs. She liked the low noises the vigilante was making, the tiny breaks in his voice where he was just panting and groaning instead of growling. She concentrated on him, coursing heat and synaptic lightening across his nerves until he was irrepressibly screaming every time she touched him. She fucked Archangel until he was jerking at the slightest brush, nerves shot. It was only then that she found her own climax. It hit her like agony, like her blood was made of static, surging through her bones and belly. It left her shivering and empty in the wake of its passing.
“Shit,” said Archangel, levering himself up on one elbow beneath her.
“I dunno, I thought it was pretty good,” said Aria lazily, getting off the vigilante.
He swung his feet to the floor, eyeing Omega’s ruler with suspicion. “Why did you do that?”
“Because, you’re ruthless and shake things up and that reminds me of me.” She was pulling on her pants and vest. “Don’t feel too flattered. It was like masturbation, nostalgia if you like. Oh, and if anyone asks you still can’t say you fucked with Aria.” She smiled sweetly at him, over her shoulder. “I definitely fucked you.”
Archangel looked supremely unconcerned. “Riiiiight,”
“I was the man.”
“I think you just like saying that ‘No one fucks with Aria’ line.”
“I think I’ve earned that line after half a dozen centuries.” She finished zipping her vest to her chin and started toward the door. Absently she said, “You’re going to die, Archangel. You might not die right away, you might last a few months, and you might leave a pretty streak of good intentions behind… but you are going to die. Bloody.”
“We’ll see,” he said, voice hard. Fuck, to be that young again.
Aria thumbed the bunker door open. “Out of curiosity, are you just too smart not to go after me or just not ambitious enough?”
Archangel cocked his head, a smirking lilt to his tone. “You kill people, Aria, but only if they tangle with you. Other criminals. You exploit corrupt systems. You play everyone against eachother. You’re a merciless monster… but you don’t murder bystanders.” He shrugged. “That puts you father back on my to-do-list.”
She smirked.
“Wait…” A pause. “That’s not what I…”
“Good-bye, hero. I’m going to miss your brand of brave stupidity.” Aria walked out of the bunker, but she was certain somehow that that stupid turian was smiling as she went. Dumb. She’d be sad when someone shot him through his pretty, do-gooder skull... but only for a moment.
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I especially loved her not warning him, but just telling him the truth as she see's it, that he's a walking dead man.
And aw, Garrus. You almost managed to get through it without making a horrible unintentional double entendre. You'll make it someday! :)
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and oh my, that was hot. Don't mind me, I'll be in my bunk.
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