So... yeah... this chapter is basically my celebration of getting to 10 chapters without an idea block. I apologise for nothing here; absolutely nothing. I'm not even going to warn you, seriously. This is me thanking everyone for all the reviews and hopefully this'll be enough for now. Don't worry, there's more chapters to come... literally :D
Dedicated to my reviewers and readers. I love you all. If you can leave me some more, 11 will come quicker.
10
Marta's getting more and more excited.
She's never seen anything like it. These numbers and codes are incredible. She's not about to let Aaron take something like this away from her, not as long as the heart of a scientist beats in her chest. Marta knows what she can do with live data from an actual agent, a living test subject to measure and encode, to find some way to turn it around as an advantage and give them all the leg up they need to find their way around the system trying to hunt them. Except… except Aaron's being… well, Aaron. She's learnt so much from him but she's also learnt about him.
The way he thinks and acts are ingrained in his morality and he won't subject her to the vicissitudes that warfare and danger will bring to her. She doesn't care. Marta doesn't care about danger or guns or bombs or death anymore. She wants to give them all an answer, prove her worth to him. She has to do this, has to find the answer and own it like she did before. Her whole world is ingrained in her intellect. She doesn't have the skills of Aaron or even Jason but she does have skills they don't. Maybe they're threatened by her. She kind of hopes they are.
Marta loves the chase. She grins widely as she stares at the paper; Aaron's pacing a little, staring at her. It's a little strange, seeing him so agitated in the presence of another man who had skills as good as, maybe even a little better than him. He was jealous or threatened or some male bullshit she doesn't care about out loud but secretly loves. She's only human, after all, and she's always entertained the fantasy of two men fighting over her, even if Jason wasn't fighting to romance her. It's a little Neanderthal-ish but she smiles nonetheless. Marta folds the paper back up and sees him still pacing. Aaron's calm, cocky demeanour has disintegrated into his male pride. Marta sighs happily and shakes her head, fed up with his wounded martyr routine. "Will you stop pacing like a caged lion? You'll wear a hole in the floor."
"Now who's bossy?" he crosses his arms over his still bare chest and sits on the edge of a table. She loves it when she wins.
She takes a breath. Marta looks up at Jason, and says softly, "Okay, I'll go with you."
That's when all hell breaks loose.
Aaron's head snaps up from where he's been sulking and his eyes go dark. He doesn't like it, that's plain to see. Well if she's just a desk jockey to him, a person pretending to know what he's been through, she's better off with Jason. Even walking into a trap is better than staying with someone who doesn't respect her. Suddenly, Aaron strides over to her and hauls her up by her arm. "Excuse us for a second." He says and pulls her into the little washroom, hurling the door shut with a thud and a shudder. His whole body is tense and in pain from her taunting. Marta wants him to see that she can do this, she has worth.
"What?" she crosses her own arms, pouting a little. He looks at her, up and down, his gaze dragging across her body like a starving man. Aaron takes a half step towards her and kisses her passionately, grabbing her whole form into his. Everything important, everything that should and could be important, melts into nothing. It doesn't matter anymore. They have unfinished business to attend to. Jason Bourne had shown up at just the wrong moment. "Aaron?" she mutters against his lips, "What are you-"
"For once, just once, Doc…stop thinking." He goes back to kissing her, his hands moving up and down her back. He's good at this game.
"I thought you were mad at me." She mutters between frantic kisses. His lips crawl down to her neck and bite down. She gasps.
"I am." He doesn't stop. God, this feels so good. Pent up tension had boiled over into anger and jealousy but this? This is heaven pressing up against her. Why was she allowed heaven now? "I'm so mad at you." He mutters again.
She digs her nails into his arms, "Why?" She knew why. She just wants to hear him say the words to get her little selfish thrill.
"Because you're mine." He growls and attacks her lips again, spinning her around to face the wall. She can feel his body press up against her back, his whole body hard against her. Marta pants. "I know I can't tell you what to do or who to go with. I can't tell you what to think or feel…" his hand reaches around and grabs her clothed breast in one palm, his lips at her neck again, his arm wrapped around her waist to make her stay. "But I know you're mine. You know it, I know it. He knows it."
"That's it?" she turns her head and moans as his fingers work magic on her breast. "You're jealous."
"Possessive."
"Narcissistic." She cries out as the hand on her waist drifts into her pants and cups her crotch a little. Oh fuck, she's screwed now. "I have to go with him, Aaron. It could mean the difference between everything."
"You keep looking for this perfect life, but it won't come, Marta." The hand on her chest suddenly dives up and under her bra and vest.
She cries out again and hopes Jason can't hear. Marta knows Aaron wants him to hear. "What's wrong with wanting a perfect life?" she bites her lip hard to keep from crying out in pleasure. "I know you want a home."
Aaron presses his fingers into her core, over her panties. Marta's knees buckle a little. "I want you. Nothing more or less. If you can't feel that, you don't know me at all. I'm not soccer practise and white picket fences, Marta, I'm guns and bombs and danger and death. You don't get a perfect life when you fuck death."
She pants slowly, shaking her head, "You are more than that and you know it. You're not just a soldier or a lab rat or a flying monkey, you're…" she cries out again as his hand slides her panties aside. "Aaron. You're the reason I'm alive."
"You're the reason I'm alive. I owe you." He twists her nipple and squeezes her breast. She can't let him crack her yet.
"I owe you too." She growls and grinds her ass back into his crotch. If she's going to go down, it'll be swinging.
"I won't let you do this just to prove something stupid, Marta." There's an edge to his voice and she smirks inwardly that she put it there.
She cries out as his fingers pull up slightly and dive under her soaked panties. This man's the devil and she's his queen. "It's not stupid. I'm not just a desk jockey, Aaron. I know I was before but I'm not now and I need to… fuck… I need to prove it."
He moans slightly. His finger is caressing her clit and causing her whole body to shudder in electric sparks of pleasure. "You don't need to prove anything, Marta."
Her vision starts to melt. She's never felt so connected, so in tune and alive with another man. He's putting nothing less than all of his attention to her. She loves him, loves him, loves this.
"I need to do this for us." She cries out again as he plunges two fingers inside her body and stills them. So this is it. Bring her to the edge to make her acquiesce? She's not giving up.
"I don't trust him." He growls.
"Neither do I." she mutters. His fingers thrust in and out just slightly, enough to make her tingle. "I trust you."
He kisses her neck, "I need you to be safe." The heel of his hand presses down onto her clit and she screams out a little, her knees sinking. She grabs anything she can to stay upright.
"I need you to stop wrapping me in cotton wool."
He chuckles. "Believe me; I know you can take it." He bites down on her neck, twists her nipple between his calloused fingers, and thrusts his hand into her once.
Marta comes hard, crying out his name. Huge sobs of pleasure wrack over her body and he pants. "Aaron…"
He kisses her softly. "We're going to shut them down, rebuild and then, Marta Shearing… if we live… I'm going to make you mine all over again."
A/N: so... yeah... That just happened. I'm still not sorry. Review anyway? :)
A/N2: Also had an idea for Aaron/Marta/Jason fic that's way too dirty to be put here. Lord save me, it's all Renner's fault.