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riarambles' extra-credit life trauma entitles you to a free drabble request.
elliejane wanted, and I quote, "John and Aeryn...first night they get together on Talyn...they could be happy, gleeful even on finally finding each other (eep, did that sound smaltzy??).Momentarily stepping outside Thea's universe where they have been at it like bunnies from day one ;)"
I tried Ellie, I really did, but...well...(And for the record, not from day one, but certainly through a healthy part of Season 2. This drabble mostly excluded:)
The kiss had been fantastic. Sweet and slow and aching, something brand new to tie them together. So when she pulled back, murmured in that low honey-whisky voice, "Does this mean we can have sex now?" he murmured back, "Only if you really want to," and then proceeded to kiss her again, this time with a fair amount of tongue and some added groping for your viewing pleasure. Wait a minute, could actually be for someone's viewing pleasure.
"Not worried about our resident peeping Tom?" he asked, suckling on her earlobe.
She squeezed his left ass cheek, rolled her pelvis against his dick and blew his mind.
"Let them watch, if they're so inclined," she hissed, biting at his jaw. With that kind of endorsement, he was happy to let bygones be bygones.
Wriggling her shirt up over her breasts, he mouthed her through the soft thin fabric of her bra.
"John, you need to get undressed right now," she said, nails scrapping his back.
"Told you, we can take our time," he whispered against her belly, hand rubbing her sex through her pants.
She groaned, grabbed his t-shirt and hauled it up. "No, seriously, take off your clothes."
Getting naked was easy, well as easy as anything was when mouths and hands and tongues kept trying to fly back together like high powered magnets and finally, sloppily, fantastically, they were naked on his bed.
He kissed her again, tongue stroking the roof of her mouth, touching against her tongue, drinking in her taste.
She moaned, pulled up her knee and hit him in the kidney with her heel. He whoofed, held her knee still while he recovered.
"Sorry." He thought she meant it, thought she was also trying not to laugh. Trying to get out of the way of dangerous limbs, he kissed his way down her body, resting his head against her hip, taking in her scent, fingers against her damp sex.
"John," she tugged at his ears. He ignored her, rubbed his thumb over her lips, nuzzled against her sex, tongue stroking. Her hips bucked and he bit his tongue. She pulled his hair, but he slapped her hand away. He wasn't going to be rushed.
"John, come here." He heard her in the background, but was enjoying himself too much. After a few microts, though, there were no more twitches, no more bucking whimpering indications that she was enjoying herself. He knew she liked this, or had liked it, or had pretended to like it… he raised his head, looked up. Her head was on the pillow and it looked vaguely like she was counting cracks in the ceiling.
"Um,"
"Oh, thank frell," she breathed, noticing his head sticking out from between her legs like a weasel, yanked him up to kiss him, rolling him onto his back and straddling him. She took him in hand, stroking quickly and then sheathed herself on his cock.
"Fuck," he grunted, surged up into her. She rocked against his hips, and he tried to match her rhythm. She wiggled squirmed, slowed down as he sped up and they were like passing trains, still not nailing the pattern. He grabbed her hips, clamping her down tight and then rolled her to the side, whacking her head against the window.
"Frell." Her hand went to her head and she shoved against his chest, bore down against his cock, hard. Too hard.
"Fuck it," he muttered again, wincing. He pulled out, let go of her hips and rolled over on to his belly, pulling the pillow over his head.
"What the frell?"
He could feel Aeryn moving, trying to find room in the nook to sit up.
"John."
He grunted, didn't move from under the pillow. Ignored the voices in his head screaming, "Drama queen." Wait, that was Harvey. He snarled at the wraith. "Get back in the dumpster. Harvey stuck out his tongue, faded out.
"Crichton," He stuck a hand out, shooing her away.
She slapped him on the ass. Hard. Okay, so tactically, having your head buried and your ass bared to world probably wasn't sound strategy.
He moved the pillow, but didn't look at her.
"What the frell is your problem?"
She sounded a little worried. Shit. That wasn't…
He rolled to his side, looked up at her. Her hair was down, messy and luxurious, mouth wet, swollen, cheeks pink. She looked …unbelievably beautiful. And naked. She looked very, very naked. Naked in his bed. God, that was something. Really something.
"We… this… maybe we made a mistake." It sounded stupid as soon as he said it. Mistake wasn't what he meant, exactly.
Her eyes widened and she punched him in the arm.
"Hey." He whapped her on the thigh. "No hitting. Spanking maybe, but no hitting."
She punched him again."You made me wait for… I came here… I frelling love you, told the whole frelling ship, and I'm here and we're naked and were just frelling and now we've made a mistake?!"
He scooted further away from her, flapping his hand. "You think that was going really well?"
She didn't say anything.
"See."
"Crichton, it's just sex, it's…"
He sat up, put his hand on her bare thigh, risking her wrath. "It's not just sex," he said, low and fierce. "It's you and me, it's having sex because we can, because we love each other, because we're finally doing this. I've waited three years to have sex with you and it's supposed to be … special. It's supposed to be… fabulous. It's... Christ, I sound like a girl..."
He squeezed her thigh, opened his hand, stroking up to curl against her bare hip.
"It hasn't been three cycles," she said finally.
"Aeryn…"
"On the false earth, then after the Holosians, then after Stark came back, then last monen after Zhaan, and…"
"It's the first time as… us." Yep, still a girl. He's tempted to check and see if he's still got a dick.
"And that means something different."
"Yeah," he ran his hand up to cup her breast, thumb rubbing against her nipple. His cock twitched. Okay, that was comforting. "Was supposed to be…"
"It wasn't going… badly, it was just sort of…"
"Awkward, kind of uncomfortable, boring?"
"Sex. It's just sex."
"And we've had great sex, and this was supposed to be the ultimate…"
She started to laugh and he glared.
"Crichton, shut up."
Aeryn sat on her heels, put her hands on his belly, and bent forward, graceful and lovely and full of intent. Sliding her hand between his thighs, she rubbed the underside of his penis with her thumb. It was damp, sticky from earlier and her skin caught at his tender flesh. He sat up to stop her but she shoved him down, nudged him onto his back, and then took him into her mouth.
He arched against the pressure, firm tongue and cool lips, perfect suction and then her fingers questing gently over his balls, slipping back to caress the thin skin of the perenium. Reaching for her hair, he wrapped his fingers in the blackness, thumb along the shell of her ear.
"Aeryn," he whispered, felt the contractions start low in his belly as she continued to work him. He thrust up, into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat and felt the flesh give, felt her swallow him further and tears stung at the corners of his eyes.
"Baby," he murmured, letting her continue, trying not to buck, trying to ride the pleasure she was giving him but he couldn't contain it, couldn't not move and his hips lifted off the bed, tiny pulsing thrusts as his eyes rolled back and then…
The pressure, the suction disappeared. Climbing over him, Aeryn dropped to the ground and bent over to find her clothes.
"What the hell?"
He couldn't focus, could barely see straight and his hand went to his cock in self-defense, squeezing and stroking because he was so close he was going to die if he didn't come soon.
"It's just sex, John." Her tone was low, halfway between desire and aching and there was a layer there, something small and sad that he wanted to instantly banish. "You were ready to give up on it. I'm just agreeing with you."
Finding her underwear, she stepped into them, pulling them up her long legs and his brain finally caught up. He ignored his erection as best he could, sat up in the bed and reached for her hand.
"I was being a dick."
She looked down at his penis, mouth twitching. "That translated."
"I didn't mean to be."
"I know."
"You looked… bored. When we started. When I was… you know, kissing you, goin' down on you. And then when I…"
"I was wondering what you were waiting for. Three cycles of waiting, mostly. I thought you might… jump ahead to the… frelling."
He started to laugh. "I was thinking slow and tender and you were thinking hot monkey love."
"I was anticipating some … urgency. If that's what you meant. I should have... just enjoyed..." She paused. "Monkeys?"
He shook his head, circled her pert nipple with a fingertip. "Think I can do urgent," he said, running his thumb over the low band of her underwear, taking the lead, taking his cues. "Was just worried that we'd rushed things, that it was going to be a sign, couldn't get in sync, worried that…"
She leaned in, one hand cupping his jaw, the other resting delicately on his erection. "Shut up, John," she murmured against his mouth, tongue tracing his lips.
He rand his hands down her back, shoving down her underwear and cupped her ass as she shimmied, wriggled the underwear down to the ground.
"We'll try your way first," he said. Stood, hauled her up against his body. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she kissed him fiercely as he carried them over to the curved wall. He stumbled, and her back hit the wall and she bit his tongue and started to laugh, the sound running up and down his body, vibrating and he buried his face in her neck, laughing along with her because she was here and so was he, and they had the rest of their lives to get this right. He for one, planned on having a lot of time set aside to practice.
"Fuck me." She whispered in his ear, the syllables a little blurry, clearly an order and he wonders what it is that she really said. Vows to learn the term in Sebacean because it's just turned him into a horny teenager, that whiskey voice, her wanting him so…blatantly.
He bent his knees and she let one of her legs slip down to brace herself against the floor. Taking himself in hand, he rubbed against her sex, circling, drawing a low curling moan from him as she dug her nails into his skull.
"Still think this was a mistake?"
"Maybe I should make you wait," he chuckled against her neck, biting at her collarbone, dipping to scrape his teeth against her nipple. The angle was funky, but he's way past the point of caring.
"Don't," she growled, halfway between a plea and an order and he found her entrance, caught her gaze, thrust forward, driving home. Her eyes rolled back, hands clutching against his shoulders. He withdrew, thrust harder and she met his motion, hips surging downwards. He groaned at the contact, at the sweetness of the pleasure, the slick friction, the feeling of her body against his.
The rhythm worked: flesh slapping together, bones grinding, muscles twitching. Their bodies were conduits, sweat-slicked and sleek, moving together, and she cried out when she came, the noise a startled laugh. He hauled her thigh back up and she squeezed her thighs around his hips as he pounded into her, as he climaxed, came inside her, felt her wrapped around him, felt her enveloping him.
He stumbled back, not resting, careening them over to the bed before he lost momentum and tumbled them onto the sheets. His left toes pressed against the floor, big body pressing her into the bed, kissing everything he could reach as his heart pounded like a freight train as her breathing started to even out.
Scooting back, she tugged at him to get all the way up onto the bed. He hauled her over to drape over him like a blanket, and breathed in the scent of her hair.
"I'm sure it will get better," she said, deadpan, but he could feel her wicked smile against his neck.
"Yeah," he answered. "It will."
riarambles' extra-credit life trauma entitles you to a free drabble request.elliejane wanted, and I quote, "John and Aeryn...first night they get together on Talyn...they could be happy, gleeful even on finally finding each other (eep, did that sound smaltzy??).Momentarily stepping outside Thea's universe where they have been at it like bunnies from day one ;)"I tried Ellie, I really did, but...well...(And for the record, not from day one, but certainly through a healthy part of Season 2. This drabble mostly excluded:)
The kiss had been fantastic. Sweet and slow and aching, something brand new to tie them together. So when she pulled back, murmured in that low honey-whisky voice, "Does this mean we can have sex now?" he murmured back, "Only if you really want to," and then proceeded to kiss her again, this time with a fair amount of tongue and some added groping for your viewing pleasure. Wait a minute, could actually be for someone's viewing pleasure.
"Not worried about our resident peeping Tom?" he asked, suckling on her earlobe.
She squeezed his left ass cheek, rolled her pelvis against his dick and blew his mind.
"Let them watch, if they're so inclined," she hissed, biting at his jaw. With that kind of endorsement, he was happy to let bygones be bygones.
Wriggling her shirt up over her breasts, he mouthed her through the soft thin fabric of her bra.
"John, you need to get undressed right now," she said, nails scrapping his back.
"Told you, we can take our time," he whispered against her belly, hand rubbing her sex through her pants.
She groaned, grabbed his t-shirt and hauled it up. "No, seriously, take off your clothes."
Getting naked was easy, well as easy as anything was when mouths and hands and tongues kept trying to fly back together like high powered magnets and finally, sloppily, fantastically, they were naked on his bed.
He kissed her again, tongue stroking the roof of her mouth, touching against her tongue, drinking in her taste.
She moaned, pulled up her knee and hit him in the kidney with her heel. He whoofed, held her knee still while he recovered.
"Sorry." He thought she meant it, thought she was also trying not to laugh. Trying to get out of the way of dangerous limbs, he kissed his way down her body, resting his head against her hip, taking in her scent, fingers against her damp sex.
"John," she tugged at his ears. He ignored her, rubbed his thumb over her lips, nuzzled against her sex, tongue stroking. Her hips bucked and he bit his tongue. She pulled his hair, but he slapped her hand away. He wasn't going to be rushed.
"John, come here." He heard her in the background, but was enjoying himself too much. After a few microts, though, there were no more twitches, no more bucking whimpering indications that she was enjoying herself. He knew she liked this, or had liked it, or had pretended to like it… he raised his head, looked up. Her head was on the pillow and it looked vaguely like she was counting cracks in the ceiling.
"Um,"
"Oh, thank frell," she breathed, noticing his head sticking out from between her legs like a weasel, yanked him up to kiss him, rolling him onto his back and straddling him. She took him in hand, stroking quickly and then sheathed herself on his cock.
"Fuck," he grunted, surged up into her. She rocked against his hips, and he tried to match her rhythm. She wiggled squirmed, slowed down as he sped up and they were like passing trains, still not nailing the pattern. He grabbed her hips, clamping her down tight and then rolled her to the side, whacking her head against the window.
"Frell." Her hand went to her head and she shoved against his chest, bore down against his cock, hard. Too hard.
"Fuck it," he muttered again, wincing. He pulled out, let go of her hips and rolled over on to his belly, pulling the pillow over his head.
"What the frell?"
He could feel Aeryn moving, trying to find room in the nook to sit up.
"John."
He grunted, didn't move from under the pillow. Ignored the voices in his head screaming, "Drama queen." Wait, that was Harvey. He snarled at the wraith. "Get back in the dumpster. Harvey stuck out his tongue, faded out.
"Crichton," He stuck a hand out, shooing her away.
She slapped him on the ass. Hard. Okay, so tactically, having your head buried and your ass bared to world probably wasn't sound strategy.
He moved the pillow, but didn't look at her.
"What the frell is your problem?"
She sounded a little worried. Shit. That wasn't…
He rolled to his side, looked up at her. Her hair was down, messy and luxurious, mouth wet, swollen, cheeks pink. She looked …unbelievably beautiful. And naked. She looked very, very naked. Naked in his bed. God, that was something. Really something.
"We… this… maybe we made a mistake." It sounded stupid as soon as he said it. Mistake wasn't what he meant, exactly.
Her eyes widened and she punched him in the arm.
"Hey." He whapped her on the thigh. "No hitting. Spanking maybe, but no hitting."
She punched him again."You made me wait for… I came here… I frelling love you, told the whole frelling ship, and I'm here and we're naked and were just frelling and now we've made a mistake?!"
He scooted further away from her, flapping his hand. "You think that was going really well?"
She didn't say anything.
"See."
"Crichton, it's just sex, it's…"
He sat up, put his hand on her bare thigh, risking her wrath. "It's not just sex," he said, low and fierce. "It's you and me, it's having sex because we can, because we love each other, because we're finally doing this. I've waited three years to have sex with you and it's supposed to be … special. It's supposed to be… fabulous. It's... Christ, I sound like a girl..."
He squeezed her thigh, opened his hand, stroking up to curl against her bare hip.
"It hasn't been three cycles," she said finally.
"Aeryn…"
"On the false earth, then after the Holosians, then after Stark came back, then last monen after Zhaan, and…"
"It's the first time as… us." Yep, still a girl. He's tempted to check and see if he's still got a dick.
"And that means something different."
"Yeah," he ran his hand up to cup her breast, thumb rubbing against her nipple. His cock twitched. Okay, that was comforting. "Was supposed to be…"
"It wasn't going… badly, it was just sort of…"
"Awkward, kind of uncomfortable, boring?"
"Sex. It's just sex."
"And we've had great sex, and this was supposed to be the ultimate…"
She started to laugh and he glared.
"Crichton, shut up."
Aeryn sat on her heels, put her hands on his belly, and bent forward, graceful and lovely and full of intent. Sliding her hand between his thighs, she rubbed the underside of his penis with her thumb. It was damp, sticky from earlier and her skin caught at his tender flesh. He sat up to stop her but she shoved him down, nudged him onto his back, and then took him into her mouth.
He arched against the pressure, firm tongue and cool lips, perfect suction and then her fingers questing gently over his balls, slipping back to caress the thin skin of the perenium. Reaching for her hair, he wrapped his fingers in the blackness, thumb along the shell of her ear.
"Aeryn," he whispered, felt the contractions start low in his belly as she continued to work him. He thrust up, into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat and felt the flesh give, felt her swallow him further and tears stung at the corners of his eyes.
"Baby," he murmured, letting her continue, trying not to buck, trying to ride the pleasure she was giving him but he couldn't contain it, couldn't not move and his hips lifted off the bed, tiny pulsing thrusts as his eyes rolled back and then…
The pressure, the suction disappeared. Climbing over him, Aeryn dropped to the ground and bent over to find her clothes.
"What the hell?"
He couldn't focus, could barely see straight and his hand went to his cock in self-defense, squeezing and stroking because he was so close he was going to die if he didn't come soon.
"It's just sex, John." Her tone was low, halfway between desire and aching and there was a layer there, something small and sad that he wanted to instantly banish. "You were ready to give up on it. I'm just agreeing with you."
Finding her underwear, she stepped into them, pulling them up her long legs and his brain finally caught up. He ignored his erection as best he could, sat up in the bed and reached for her hand.
"I was being a dick."
She looked down at his penis, mouth twitching. "That translated."
"I didn't mean to be."
"I know."
"You looked… bored. When we started. When I was… you know, kissing you, goin' down on you. And then when I…"
"I was wondering what you were waiting for. Three cycles of waiting, mostly. I thought you might… jump ahead to the… frelling."
He started to laugh. "I was thinking slow and tender and you were thinking hot monkey love."
"I was anticipating some … urgency. If that's what you meant. I should have... just enjoyed..." She paused. "Monkeys?"
He shook his head, circled her pert nipple with a fingertip. "Think I can do urgent," he said, running his thumb over the low band of her underwear, taking the lead, taking his cues. "Was just worried that we'd rushed things, that it was going to be a sign, couldn't get in sync, worried that…"
She leaned in, one hand cupping his jaw, the other resting delicately on his erection. "Shut up, John," she murmured against his mouth, tongue tracing his lips.
He rand his hands down her back, shoving down her underwear and cupped her ass as she shimmied, wriggled the underwear down to the ground.
"We'll try your way first," he said. Stood, hauled her up against his body. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she kissed him fiercely as he carried them over to the curved wall. He stumbled, and her back hit the wall and she bit his tongue and started to laugh, the sound running up and down his body, vibrating and he buried his face in her neck, laughing along with her because she was here and so was he, and they had the rest of their lives to get this right. He for one, planned on having a lot of time set aside to practice.
"Fuck me." She whispered in his ear, the syllables a little blurry, clearly an order and he wonders what it is that she really said. Vows to learn the term in Sebacean because it's just turned him into a horny teenager, that whiskey voice, her wanting him so…blatantly.
He bent his knees and she let one of her legs slip down to brace herself against the floor. Taking himself in hand, he rubbed against her sex, circling, drawing a low curling moan from him as she dug her nails into his skull.
"Still think this was a mistake?"
"Maybe I should make you wait," he chuckled against her neck, biting at her collarbone, dipping to scrape his teeth against her nipple. The angle was funky, but he's way past the point of caring.
"Don't," she growled, halfway between a plea and an order and he found her entrance, caught her gaze, thrust forward, driving home. Her eyes rolled back, hands clutching against his shoulders. He withdrew, thrust harder and she met his motion, hips surging downwards. He groaned at the contact, at the sweetness of the pleasure, the slick friction, the feeling of her body against his.
The rhythm worked: flesh slapping together, bones grinding, muscles twitching. Their bodies were conduits, sweat-slicked and sleek, moving together, and she cried out when she came, the noise a startled laugh. He hauled her thigh back up and she squeezed her thighs around his hips as he pounded into her, as he climaxed, came inside her, felt her wrapped around him, felt her enveloping him.
He stumbled back, not resting, careening them over to the bed before he lost momentum and tumbled them onto the sheets. His left toes pressed against the floor, big body pressing her into the bed, kissing everything he could reach as his heart pounded like a freight train as her breathing started to even out.
Scooting back, she tugged at him to get all the way up onto the bed. He hauled her over to drape over him like a blanket, and breathed in the scent of her hair.
"I'm sure it will get better," she said, deadpan, but he could feel her wicked smile against his neck.
"Yeah," he answered. "It will."
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Date: 2006-06-22 02:05 am (UTC)And still you manage to kill me:
and they had the rest of their lives to get this right. He for one, planned on having a lot of time set aside to practice.
I believe that sound I just heard was a knife penetrating my heart.
You've outdone yourself, seriously.
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Date: 2006-06-22 05:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-26 06:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-26 04:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-23 07:12 pm (UTC)John thinking like a girl!
Thinking Aeryn's counting cracks in the ceiling!
'Pause..."Monkeys?"' LOL
Thank you so much for this, it is as far from smaltzy as you can get. But still with the glee :) And that little line, of having time to practice, that line just sneaks in there, and makes you blink and think, 'Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...'
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Date: 2006-06-23 07:16 pm (UTC)And I'm betting they still got a lot of practice in:) But yeah... sigh.