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Chrisjen wrapped her hand around Bobbie’s, letting her arm rest on top of the Martian’s. “There’s something else I need…when we get to Io.”
“What’s that?”
“I need you to not die.”
Bobbie’s soft sigh sent shivers down Chrisjen’s spine. A pleasant contrast to the heat of having her so close. “You know I can’t promise that,” she said sleepily.
Chrisjen blinked. “You’re not even going to lie to me about it?”
“You want me to lie to you?” Bobbie asked, a yawn catching her.
Chrisjen closed her eyes, fighting another round of tears. “Do you want to die?”
“I…it’s not something I really think about.”
“I think you had better fucking decide,” she bit out through gritted teeth.
Bobbie groaned and lifted the arm not holding Avasarala up to rub at her face. “What put a bug up your ass?” she huffed. “I take it as it comes. I’m a soldier; I’m not suicidal.”
“You could have fooled me. You’re reckless.” Chrisjen let her anger build. Better that than more sobbing, she thought.
“Just a minute.” Bobbie propped her self up on her arm as she came fully awake. “I just got done saving your life, from your own fucking co-workers. That was me putting my life on the line. For. You.”
Chrisjen winced slightly as Bobbie’s volume increased without thought to their proximity. The Martian was getting angry now too. Good. “That's just more support for my argument. You’ve been looking for an easy out since almost the moment I met you.”
“You’re…you’re…being completely fucking unreasonable! You told me my job was to get you out when the shit hit the fan and that’s exactly what I did!” Bobbie snapped.
“Congratulations. You were fucking stellar,” Chrisjen said flatly. Then she went for the jugular. “You want to run headlong into your destiny like your dead teammates? Go right ahead. They gave their lives for nothing. Less than nothing, a lie. You might as well be a worthless corpse as well. Now get the fuck out of my bed.”
Bobbie stiffened in response and her grip tightened uncomfortably around Chrisjen’s ribs. She was so still Chrisjen wasn't sure she was even breathing. “No,” she eventually managed to get out.
“No?” Avasarala spat back incredulously.
“No,” the marine said carefully and settled back down behind her.
“Fuck your mother. Let go of me and I’ll go myself.” The older woman tried to pry the marine’s arm away from her ineffectually.
Bobbie’s voice was noticeably softer when she spoke again. “Chrisjen. I’m not letting you go.” Her mask began to slip as Bobbie de-escalated.
“You…you’re too goddamn big for this bunk anyway.”
Bobbie pressed the bridge of her nose against the top of Chrisjen's head, inhaling deeply. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Fuck you.” Chrisjen burst into tears again with a bitter, barking laugh. She brought her hand up and wiped her fingers furiously across her wet cheekbones.
Bobbie lifted herself back up onto her forearm and placed a kiss on Chrisjen’s earlobe, another against the curve of her neck, her pulse point, the hollow of her throat. Butterfly light touches that sent sparks across Chrisjen’s skin. The politician shifted forward so she had enough space to roll back towards the taller woman and Bobbie managed to pull away enough to let her. Chrisjen sniffed and swallowed the lump in her throat. “What do you think you're doing?”
Bobbie trailed her newly freed hand down Chrisjen’s side to trace circles in the hollow at her hip. “I think I'm being obvious.”
“Jesus Christ,” Chrisjen found Bobbie’s hand and stilled it. “I’m not looking for a pity fuck.”
Bobbie smiled and shook her head. “And you'll never get one from me,” she said seriously. She lowered her head slowly and Chrisjen came up to meet her.
Chrisjen didn’t know why the softness of Bobbie’s lips surprised her. Nothing about the marine seemed soft, she supposed. Her breath hitched as Bobbie’s teeth pulled on her lower lip. She let herself melt into the kiss and deepened it, finding her tongue eagerly accepted. Bobbie groaned into her mouth and Chrisjen broke away, shivering. They lay facing each other, breathing hard, and Bobbie pushed her leg between Chrisjen’s thighs. Chrisjen's eyes rolled back and she let out a moan of her own. She began moving deliberately, rocking against the marine’s muscular quad. “Keep clenching them, as I recall,” she panted, her voice deepened further by the tension building low in her belly.
“Mmm, hmm,” the Martian’s eyes drifted shut. Chrisjen slipped her hand underneath Bobbie’s tank in search of more softness. She found it and began rolling the younger woman’s hardening nipple between her fingers. “Oh god, yes.”
Chrisjen took a deep shaking breath and paused, slowly easing her hand back out from under the shirt. Bobbie’s eyes snapped open. “You know that I’m married?”
Bobbie stared. “Um, yes. Is that a problem?” she asked, her eyes suddenly searching Chrisjen’s in worry.
“Not for me, but it’s important that you know. I don’t like secrets in the bedroom.”
“Oh,” the relief was plain in her voice. “Okay then. In that case, I have to tell you that I’d really like to get back to fucking you now.”
“That’s not a secret,” Chrisjen smirked.
“I don’t think the rest of the crew knows yet,” she deadpanned as she moved her thigh away from Chrisjen’s increasingly damp sex. Chrisjen narrowed her eyes. “Alex is five decks away. Let’s see if I can make you scream.” Bobbie slid her hand into the waistband of Chrisjen’s thin panties and ground the heel of her palm against her clit.
Chrisjen bit down hard on her lip to stifle herself. “I won’t.” She pushed back out of habit, but the words came out a little too breathlessly for her liking. The marine was good.
Bobbie grinned and slid one finger, then a second into her waiting wetness. “Says the woman who never shuts up. I’ll settle for begging. That seems like a win-win.”
“Oh fuck me,” Chrisjen keened.
“Yes, you’ve got the idea.” Bobbie’s palm rolled over her tender mound as she worked her fingers in and out of her slick folds.
Chrisjen moved a leg up, opening herself further as she tried to push her thigh between Bobbie’s. The Martian let her, and Chrisjen made an even lower sound as Bobbie rocked her hips against her, the younger woman’s enjoyment feeding her own.
“You are so fucking wet.”
Chrisjen thew her head back and bucked against Bobbie’s palm, her eyes fluttering shut. Another wordless groan escaped her. She was getting close.
Bobbie’s hand slowed. Chrisjen growled in response and opened her eyes a fraction, but her partner was unmoved. “Not enough begging.” She began to trace the letters on the oversized, MCRN-issue tee Avasarala had procured for herself as sleepwear with her other hand. “Tachi. Sounds a little like ‘touch me’.”
“Aren’t you just a fucking wordsmith.”
Bobbie quirked an eyebrow and unceremoniously yanked the shirt up, exposing Chrisjen’s generous breasts. She began to knead them gently, letting her fingers explore them at length, blowing softly over her nipples, refusing to satisfy Chrisjen's building ache. Her other hand continued its, now tortuously slow, manipulations of Chrisjen’s clit.
Chrisjen whimpered. “You’re a merciless cunt. Please. For fuck’s sake, please!” she finally gasped.
Bobbie immediately ducked her head, folding herself down to take a nipple into her mouth, grinding herself harder against Chrisjen’s thigh as much by necessity as pleasure. She sucked hard on the taut, dark peak and Chrisjen’s hands moved to tangle in her hair, a litany of vulgarities tumbling from her lips. Bobbie paused briefly to move to the other breast as she rubbed her Venus mount through Chrisjen’s damp curls faster, her fingers as deep inside as she could get them.
“Yes. Please. Please! Motherfuckeryes!” Chrisjen felt the wave crash over her, muscles tensing, her whole body trembling with her release.
Bobbie’s forehead was pressed to her heaving chest, and the marine was still practically thrumming with need. Chrisjen relaxed her hands, buried in Bobbie's dark hair, and pulled her up into a searing kiss, thrusting her hands back under her top. She grasped her breasts firmly, rolling her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, tugging as Bobbie rocked faster against the tensed thigh between her legs, panting and moaning into the kiss. Chrisjen thrust her tongue into Bobbie’s mouth and she finally came with a muffled cry.
They lay together, sweaty and satisfied.
Bobbie let out a laugh.
“What?”
“Now that I think about it, you are old enough to be my mother.”