Hey, do you jokers remember when I actually published things? THOSE DAYS ARE BACK! I finally finished the next installment of my James Avery x Avery Ryder sex AU, and it’s ready for your love and attention.
This particular update is in honor of @mssaboteur , who (all the way back in July, bless) requested for Avery to handcuff James. She requested some other things, but that’s the only detail that made it into the final draft.
Rating: E. 6977 words. Read on AO3.
> To: A. Ryder
> From: J. Vega
> Subj: Free?
> I got something you might like to try…
If Avery was worried that her nightmare, panic attack, and emotional unloading on James would scare him away, she shouldn’t have been. He takes to messaging her most days, and each time her omnitool buzzes with the special alert she set up for him, her heart does a little flip in her chest that she absolutely hates. They chat about everything and nothing, and whenever he’s on base during her lunch break, they grab food and talk then too.
It’s almost like they’re dating, and it would be easy to let herself get used to his presence in her life, but Avery knows better. They don’t talk about the future. They don’t make any promises. She’s probably going to stay in London – she has no plans to ask for a transfer, and there isn’t a reason that she knows of for her to get a new assignment – and he’s going to get his orders to ship out again soon. There’s too much going on for him to be on leave indefinitely, even given everything he went through serving on the Normandy.
Even so, it’s so easy to invite him over again when she starts to get that itch under her skin. It feels so easy to just fuck him until she can’t remember any of the stresses that plague her, to just let him consume her until she’s nothing but a quivering mess on the bed and he has a smug, if exhausted, smirk on his handsome face.
Sometimes James wants to be distracted too. Whatever ghosts follow Avery are matched by the ones James has picked up over his years in the Alliance and his months on the Normandy. Sometimes he invites himself over and his kisses feel desperate, hungry, and Avery is happy to take that burden away from him even if just for a night.
Those are the times she gets to feel smug and exhausted, and he always smiles up at her like she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
ma-sulevin