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She heard her husband walk back in, and she fought the urge to smile, but the game was more fun then smiling would be so she managed to stay still, pretending she was sleeping. "Just cause you're asleep doesn't mean it's gonna stop me," He teased her, when he had joined her in bed, and was now picking up where they left off by kissing her neck and trailing his fingers down, and down, and . . . yes! He knew right were to touch her!

"You can just lie there the whole time," He teased, and she finally grinned, unable to keep still under his touch. "Lie here and be worshiped? I could do that!" Her hands moved to touch him, and her legs opened as he moved over her, allowing him to settle between them. Her hands trailed over his arms, and down to his back, to squeeze his buttocks.

Braeden took a lot of pleasure in her husband's body, and even more from knowing that he was about to use it to please her right now! Lifting her toned legs, she wrapped them around his firm hips, "But why just lie here, when I can do some of my own worshiping?" She reached down to take him into her hand, and stroke his thickness a few times--helping him get 're-awoken' since going to their son, and then moved the head to help direct him into thrusting in her.

Breaden opened her eyes slowly and sucked in a deep breath. She felt slightly out of breath, as if there had not been O2 in here long, and she was still trying to catch it. Everything hurt. Her lungs burned, and her head pounded but she forced her eyes took around. The lights were on but dim, and there was a burned smell to things around her. What was burning? Her training kicked in and she turned her head, trying to seek out a sign that something was wrong but she couldn't find anything.

She was aware of every muscle in her body, as they protested her attempt to roll over, and groaned as she forced herself to sit up on hr knees. The smell was old. She could tell now that her brain was able to think thru the fog. "Hello?" She called out, trying to see if there was anyone near here. What had been happening? Things were fuzzy. She was on patrol, and something was wrong. They had called everyone to report in for double time shifts since the U-Day bomb, and she had been looking for information.

Then nothing. She didn't know what happened. She looked down the hall and noticed there was parts of the ark blocking her. Looking the other way she noticed that it was blocked as well and--"Jax?!" She yelled when she noticed his body there not far from it. She pushed up to stand, and stumbled her first few steps before she was able to move toward him. Dropping to her knees beside him she noticed he was breathing, and seemed to be moving slowly. Waking up from whatever had not only knocked them both out, but left them stranded here. She could see a doorway, but she knew it was only to an office. "Jax!?" She said his name loud, trying to help bring him out of things. They needed to find a way out of here.

Braeden Quinn had tactfully avoided her boss for a week now, and because she could not avoid him all the time she had made sure they were not alone during any of that time. Because a week ago, they had gotten locked int he lift and before she knew what was happening they were attacking each other, and pulling clothes off, and . . . . . .

Braeden forced her mind to NOT think about it. She knew she needed to get over the awkwardness between them, and for that it meant she had to talk to him. She just hadn't expected it to happen so soon. The music had led her and her father here, and when they saw the back of Bellamy, Braeden told her father she was going to report in. He kissed her forehead good night and left. Not wanting to be disturbed and someone over head, Braeden pulled the door shut behind her and locked it.

Braeden just stood there a moment and watched him. Bellamy had been such a big part of her past, and even now he was a big part of her present. It was hard to keep her emotions out of this, and she liked her hook ups emotion free. Bellamy wasn't emotion free. Squaring her shoulders she walked up and came to stand beside the bench while facing him. "Can we talk?" She asked, not really planning to give him a choice.

Bellamy kissed her, and that was the only reason she lost her smile. Because her lips were very busy with his own for a while! He rested his forehead against her's and she slowly pulled in a few deep breaths so she could catch her's."So now that we've covered this area--" He teased, and she felt her lips once again pulling into a smile. "What say we find a new surface?" Ah! That sounded wonderful! She wanted to take her time this round, so she was going to suggest his bed! That could be fun! Rolling around in it, and trying to playfully fight for whom was on top when in truth doubted either of them really cared!

"I think you did pretty damn good leaving your mark here," She groaned, and reached up to cover his face--rather then her own--out of embarrassment. Clearly he wasn't about to let that go, and she wasn't really embarrassed about it, so Braeden was going to have to get even--which meant she was going to make him make his own mess. Removing her hand, she looked into his face. "Maybe you can sit on the couch with me? We should at least pretend to watch the game!" She teased, knowing exactly what she wanted to doo to him once she was there!

Braeden was a woman in a mission. She has spent most of her life trying to live up to her father's reputation, and only recently had she been seeing proof that the Ark took her as more then her father. She was determined, driven, and focused--which was why she was going to be the commander of the guard on the ground--the first guard on the ground in 100 years. She would be on the council, and in the highest position that someone like her could become. As long as nothing broke her focused then it would be her name int he history books--not her father's. "Is it ok if we keep going? I feel like I'm on a roll." Nicolette, one of the guards that she was training with to go down to the ground asked.

There was nothing alive on the ground to fear, everything had died out when the bombs dropped, but when you took 100 people down you needed the guard to be there to handle anything they might through out at you. With there ONLY being 100 people on the ground, you needed every single life--which was why learning to take down with out a weapon was important. "Yeah," She said taking a deep breath, "We're good." Soon she would stop for water and food, because she knew after training all day that if she didn't eat something she'd be cranky tonight.

"Whoever needs to go back to the camp, go. Those of you who want to come to the dropship, follow me." Bellamy ordered, and Braeden had to suppress a smile--one of the first she had of late--when she noticed how many seemed to follow his orders rather then Shumways. They were just ready to follow him. Falling into step beside him, Braeden moved her gun to the front of her, and at ready. "They use the trees. Keep on high alert from all directions," Her eyes moved up them, and she wondered what sort of men they were.

'By the time they climb down we will have noticed them.' Shumway commented. 'If you wouldn't have pissed them off, we could have come down here in peace.' The group of men that were going with them to the dropship was a mix of the few who would follow Bellamy, and the few who would follow Shumway. She didn't want this to be a fight. "If you'd read the report you'd know they'd tired to kill one of the kids on the first day here." She said, trying to keep them moving. However, it did bring up a question. She looked at her husband. "Last communication we had with you, things were tense, but this looked more then tense. What happened?" She knew he would have tried to make peace, and this wasn't his doing, but she wanted to know how it escalated.

She was so little! What would happen if the Earth was too much for her? Braeden pulled on her daughter's coat, and then turned her so she could zip it up. "You look so grown up!" She told her, framing her cheeks, and brushing back the thick curly hair that she had gotten from her father. Braeden knew she had a few tears on her cheeks, and Arria blinked at her mother. 'Mommy?' She asked, and Braeden loved her hands to wipe her face. "I am just so proud of how big you've gotten!" She lied, "And about your adventure with Daddy! I wish I could go with you!" But she knew that it would be dangerous enough for Bellamy to slip on, but impossible for her to do it as well.

Bellamy had told her the plan just last night. It had given her little time to prepare. However she did the best she could. She got Amaren's old coat, and as much clothing as she could. Some better shoes for her daughter as well. In the backpack she had some food in it, and a gun--with a few extra clips. It was all she could give her daughter, who would climb into the backpack, and Bellamy would carry her to Earth in--hidden away. "You be good for Daddy, ok?" She told her, pulling her in for another hug. "You stay close to him! Don't wonder off! I love you so much! Mommy loves you so, so much!" Braeden wondered if she could do it. She didn't think she could let her daughter go.