It turns out I can't stay away from the noir rom com Marta/Aaron. I place blame entirely on one person for this chapter (you know who you are!) but thank you :) It's completely, unashamedly dirty and soppy and I love this to pieces because Aaron's living a life he's never had with a woman he doesn't think he deserves (he's a little angsty).

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She's imperfect and that makes her perfect. Aaron kisses her harder and harder, turning her around and pressing her soft form up against that creaky old sink. She's intoxicating him. He couldn't care less if they were bombed from their home in the next five seconds, Aaron would never stop kissing her supple lips. The sink creaks a little with her weight and he finds it thrills him. They could destroy the whole house with their sexual fantasies and he'll protect her from harm, lavish her with pleasure and avoid the pain unless she likes it. He wonders absently how far she's ever gone with another man in her fantasies. He knows she has them, when they had sex and his held her throat a little, her moans got louder and he could feel her clench around him that little bit tighter. Marta Shearing could be a secret masochist and he wouldn't know it yet. He could tie her up to something and eke out orgasm after orgasm all day long worshipping her body. Yes, that sounds like a good idea to him. He breaks away from her lips and smirks.

"You've got that look in your eye again, Cross." She bites her lip. He does love it when she acts all innocent and virginal, like she's never been touched, like she's never been bad. He's seen the extent of her voracious appetite for survival. It's nearly killed both of them.

"You love it though…" he threads his fingers through her dark hair, the smell of her igniting his heightened senses like a drug. He's high as a fucking kite. "You know you want me."

His lips ghost over her jaw. She moans. He smirks. "Fuck you."

"Gladly." He wraps an arm around her waist and sucks on that part of her neck that makes her knees give out.

Aaron can feel her beneath him, her muscles twitching, her nerves sparking, her breath hitching all because he's sucking on one sweet part of her skin he wants to taste. He feels like playing her keys, bringing Marta's beautiful eyes to a begging plead for release. He took her sometimes just because she swayed her hips a certain way or because the sunlight through the trees paints her body like no artist could or, once, because he was lewd and she'd slapped him and sent a thrill down his spine at her unashamed domination of him. What man could resist a woman like her? He was weak and proud. His teeth start to scrape down her collar, plucking at the buttons on her thin little blouse. The flesh beneath the white as wedding fabric flushes dark pink as he kisses along it. He sings the praises as he gets onto his knees in front of her. It was all about her.

"This is unprecedented." She looks down at him. He smirks up at her and kisses just above her bellybutton, "Usually you can't wait to drag me to the nearest solid surface and take me."

"I was wrong." He murmurs, reaching up and pulling the shirt from her arms. "I should spend every minute with my lips on your skin. I don't know why I haven't before."

Marta gasps a little as he kisses back up. Navel to collar, even spread kisses spark little electric bolts through him. Fuck. She even tastes like life.

"Maybe this… this'll teach you to appreciate me…" She chuckles a little but it's broken off with another moan as he rips off her bra deftly. "Okay, I'll admit that was impressive." She licks her lips. She knows how to seduce too. Oh yes. He was going to give her some more surprises.

His fingers thread through her hair tenderly, angling her head backwards a little. Aaron just looks at her and smiles, learning the lines in her throat, the muscles in her jaw that twitch. "I'm not about to say something profound or anything but…" he leans in and kisses her softly. It's as soft as he's ever been with her. "I hope this is enough for now."

Marta closes her eyes and nods. He wants her white flag.

"Now that's better." His fingers unthread and slide so slowly down her sides to settle on her tiny waist. Her scars almost match his now. Maybe she was closer to being an Agent than even she realises. Aaron pushes those thoughts from his head at the sight of her breasts.

Marta Shearing tastes like life and blood in his lips as he sucks on her breast. His tongue lathes around her nipple and he bites and sucks hard, taking no prisoners. He needs to know she can stand up to whatever he puts her through. She'll have her own tests for him as they make a new life together, they have to be together, he cannot fail her tests. Maybe this is one of them. Seeing how far it'll take her to make him bend to her will. She's definitely not one to be underestimated in anyway. He's seen her fell men twice her size and make them beg for mercy. His hand parts her thighs and paints little patterns onto her clothed skin. He's not going to last long with a goddess such as her. Her impatience makes her needy and she writhes around on edge of the sink, her fingers digging into the porcelain so her skin goes pale. Bits of stone and plaster fall down from the fitting around his feet. He falls back down onto his knees and they cut him. He doesn't care. He peels off her sweatpants and takes them off her, kissing her thighs. "Now you're going to tell me what you want." He smirks.

Wind her up and let her spin. "Bossy." She moans. He nudges her thighs further apart and strokes a finger over her wet underwear. "Aaron!" Marta cries out.

"Yes? Go on…" he strokes again, a fingertip drifting under the elastic. He wants her to beg before he tears them from her body.

"I need you." She gasps again and looks down at him, panting. He's barely touching her and yet she's like fire consuming him.

"Where?"

"You goddamn well know where, now touch me!" He's imagining her stamping her foot petulantly. "Aaron."

"Wicked woman." He drags the panties from her body and down her legs, tossing them away. Nothing was left but her naked on a plinth above him. Aaron licks up her thigh and caresses his tongue over her entrance.

Fuck. She's moaning so wantonly, his tongue getting coated in her wetness. She tastes of everything he's ever wanted and still wants. He buries himself between her thighs and makes her cry out loud, his hands squeezing her pert ass happily. Aaron thinks idly to all the other women he's been with and has no doubt Marta's the only one he'll ever want to taste again. She peels her fingers through his hair and tugs him back to her body as she starts to come. He wants to watch her face as he takes her over the precipice for the first time that day. Aaron smirks as Marta cries out, her knees buckling slightly and slipping. He catches her hips in his hands and doesn't stop. Tongue darting in and out, sucking, licking, and nipping at her delicate, tender pink flesh. He's so hard it aches but this is about her; worshipping her body and giving thanks for all she's given him in chances. She never should have forgiven him for nearly getting her killed the day everything changed; she shouldn't be so willing to throw her life away on a man like him. He's glad she is.

"Aaron… fuck…" she moans, nearly ripping out the hair between her fingers.

He sucks hard on her clit and she comes just as roughly, screaming out her release into the hollow sounding bathroom. He laps her up and devours all he can get his own greedy tongue around. He hears her panting and whimpering as the tip of his tongue circles around her.

Finally, reluctantly, he pulls back, smirking up at her like the cat with the proverbial cream. It's a rather appropriate thing. He stands up and kisses her hard. Aaron leans down and scoops her up into his arms. This was how he carried her when she was dying. Don't think about. Enjoy this. Marta leans into his neck, kissing it lazily. He thinks she's enjoying being his centre of attention for once. Aaron lays her back down inside their sleeping bag, the whole thing opened up like arms that cradle them. The soft lamb's wool inside makes her look like she's floating on a cloud and for a second he believes she's an angel. He loves her. It's an easy choice to make. "Marta." He kneels, one leg between hers and the other astride, "Marta, do you want to stay here?"

She frowns for a second. He knows she loves it here and he wants to give her it all for her sacrifices. "It's not safe here…"

"Not safe anywhere." He mumbles, looking down at his avenging angel. "Do you want to stay?"

She chews on her lips and he wants to kiss her again but he wants an answer. "Yes."

That's all he needs. It's all he wants. It almost scares him how much he'd do for her. Aaron bends and presses a kiss to her lips, her hands and bare feet pulling down his moth eaten sweats that cling to his hips. Aaron kisses her neck and whispers epithets of love and beauty in Russian as he slides inside her. He doesn't need rough, he doesn't need soft, he needs her. Marta gasps and wraps her whole body up around him. She's nirvana and so fucking tight and hot around him still he wants to savour her. He nips at her skin and pulls out, thrusting his cock into her to the hilt. It elicits her gasp of pleasure and he can feel her clench around him. Can't stop. Won't stop. Need more. More Marta, please. He pants a little and leans back, putting her ankles on his shoulders and driving home deeply hard and fast into her body. She screams his name over and over, her breasts bouncing as he needs more of her, more of her curves that cry out for him to touch, more of her voice, more of her smell and tightness around him. He grunts and bends her knees as close to her chest as he can, fucking her deep and hard like he knows she could take. Like he knows she craves, the danger and lust spark and sizzle and burn them both. It's a wonder they've stayed so intense for a year now.

"Aaron, don't leave me." She moans out between the sounds of his thrusts.

"Never." He lets her legs go and they wrap securely behind his back, "Fuck, Marta, I am never letting you go." He moans out her name.

Aaron kisses her again and again until she comes around him hard. He's a weak man. So weak for the beautiful brave woman that she is. He wants her so bad. He won't stop until she believes he loves her too.

Her fingers caress his muscled back and he comes deep inside her, calling her name into her neck in his final prayer.

The world comes slowly back to them. They don't move, wrapped around each other, bathed in each other's sweat and pleas. He loves her and she loves him. They'll spend their lives together, whether on the run to places around the world she's never seen or to a settled life like he's never seen. Maybe it's all just potential energy manifested between them. When Marta Shearing died a year ago, Aaron Cross changed. It was only when he made her heart beat again that he gave her a life worth living and gave himself another chance.

He wants to stay.

A/N: This is dedicated to shirtless Jeremy Renner and my own lack of him. Please review if you liked! :)

A/N2: A few people seem to think this is all in Aaron's head... interesting theory :) I'm not saying a word.