It Goes All the Way to Eleven
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oneeyethedrd politely inquired about her drabble request, J/A, post-PK Wars, trying to find time together in the midst of new parenthood. And truthfully, that hadn't really sparked much for me, which is why I hadn't answered it. But very rarely is someone so polite in saying, "Poke, poke, what's wrong with my prompt?" So I started to think about it, just in case.
So, OneEye, a drabble for you:) Perhaps the longest one yet:)
He starts to laugh as soon as he enters the room. The lights are on and Aeryn is face down on the bed wearing a t-shirt, a single black sock and nothing else.
John's not sure whether to wake her up or let her sleep, but she's sprawled across the bed and if he doesn't want to sleep on the floor, he's gonna have to do something. Besides, the kid's gotta nurse soon.
He hefts his son up further onto his shoulder, sits down on the bed and pats Aeryn gently on her bare ass. She starts to snore.
"Babe, c'mon. Wake up."
Nothing. He hasn't moved his hand, strokes the curve of her ass, runs his hand up under her t-shirt to rub the small of her back. Her skin is impossibly soft. She moans, her hips rolling just a little. Intrigued, he strokes her back, curves his hand around her hip, moves to stroke the delicate skin of her thighs. She moans again, hips rising slightly, and he feels himself start to stir.
It's been… he thinks about it. It's been awhile. They haven't had actual, honest to god sex since D' was born. They've had a few quick sessions of slap and tickle and an incident in the shower that left them both breathless and aching, but time to enjoy each other, to make love, to giggle and tease and take their time, it just hadn't been an option. Peace treaties and parenthood – universal birth control.
He wriggles his fingers between her thighs, grins to himself. Her thighs are damp. Girl's havin' dirty thoughts. John swallows hard. He could strip down, wake her up right.
D' squirms against him and John sighs, pats Aeryn on the hip, dismisses his own dirty thoughts. "Aeryn, get up."
She's still dead to the world, turns her face to the side and he knows that expression, it fires right through him, heating his blood, that longing, straining for release twist to her mouth.
She pulls her leg up towards her body, hips grinding into the mattress and D'Argo wakes up, starts to cry. Aeryn's eyes open like a shot and she pushes up off the bed with her arms like a sun salutation.
She blinks, blurred, dazed, sees John, their child.
"You were more … naked," she slurs.
"Sex dreams?"
She squints at him, rolls to her back and sits up, holding her hands out for D.
John shifts his son to the other side, patting his back to soothe the crying and kisses his head, breathes in the baby scent of him.
"Should bathe him after he eats dinner," he murmurs.
Aeryn curls one leg up to support herself, grabbing a pillow and resting her arm on it. She pulls up her shirt, and D' roots for her nipple.
She stretches her other leg out, and nudges John with her toes. He cups the curve of her calf, catches sight of the black sock and tugs it off. She raises an eyebrow, and he looks her up and down.
"Dressing or undressing?"
She looks down, looks back up at him. "I... have no idea." She looks at her son, who's snorfling happily against her breast as he eats.
"No bra, I must have been…" she shakes her head. "I've no idea if I even put underclothes on this morning. I'm completely losing my mind, John. I've been in battle campaigns that were longer than this and I frelling well knew if I had underwear on during them."
He nods sympathetically,"I put a bottle in my holster yesterday," he says. She narrows her eyes at him, suspicious. "You look … well-rested."
He scoots her foot into his lap, starts to rub at the arch. "I, uh, fell asleep in the amnexus chamber. It was nice and warm, and the kid was napping on a bunch of towels and…"
"So the laundry is not done?"
"Nope."
"Frell."
He continues to watch her as she holds their son, switching sides so the boy can nurse from the left breast. Her fingers linger on the soft baby cheeks and she still looks dazed, looks sort of puzzled and awed. God, he knows the feeling.
In that moment, he makes a decision.
"Hey babe, you know, we haven't actually had a honeymoon, haven't even really consummated our marriage."
Aeryn takes a few microts to parse all that. "Sex, you're talking about sex."
He nods, rubs his thumb along her ankle. She stretches her leg, gently presses her toes against his crotch.
"We are trying to balance a newborn, a whole host of ambassadors, those frelling Sheyangs who missed the peace memo and that latest bunch of bounty hunters, not to mention having only a fraction of the crew we need to maintain all of this and keep the frelling Peacekeepers from trying to recruit Moya and you're thinking about sex?"
He knows her well enough to know she's not mad, just laying out the situation. "Not the one having sex dreams." He grins. "Okay, that's a lie."
"You could have given me thirty more microts," she grouses. "I was close to climaxing."
"Sorry babe, thought the kid would hold off for a little longer."
She nods, hand cupping the curve of D's skull.
"Last time was… unfortunate."
"Timing is everything," John agrees. "Next time we'll find an empty cell further away. Because…"
"Yeah," Aeryn pinches the bridge of her nose. "Who the frell knew that would happen. It's like my frelling breasts have a mind of their own, like he has his own comms channel straight to them."
John starts to laugh. "We need some alone time," he agreed.
"Just a few arns," Aeryn says, voice nearing a plea. "And sleep. I'd sell him to the Sheyangs for four arns straight sleep."
She brings D' up onto her shoulder, patting his back solidly until he burps, spit-up staining her shoulder.
"Shower," she growls, and John gets up, strips down and takes their son as she pulls off her t-shirt with distaste and throws it into the pile on the floor.
"Laundry," she mutters and follows John into the shower.
*
"I need three arns and he'll be fed, bathed and changed."
Chiana cocks her head. "You can't promise any of that."
"I can promise it upon delivery. Rygel's gonna wrangle ambassadors and hopefully we're nearing the end of our tenure as the UN of the UTs. We just need a brief… babysitting free zone."
"So you can have sex?"
"Yep, pretty much."
She drums her heels against the cupboards, reaches to fiddle with the spigot of the sink. Her moods have been fierce and mercurial lately, and while John sympathizes, wishes desperately that kid's namesake were here to share in all this chaos, he's got his own family to wrangle at the moment. Chi's part of that family, but she's wearing at his last nerve. They've got so little left to offer each other in this morass of exhaustion and peace.
"Okay," she says finally. "Three arns."
*
"She agreed?" Aeryn sounds vastly relieved as she scrubs tiny black onesies against the grain of the amenxus pool. "Frelling laundry," she mutters. "He's not even a metra long, how can he possibly generate this much laundry."
D' coos happily in a makeshift bouncy chair, grabbing at the DRD's and blowing spit bubbles.
"Three arns, and a free pass at creating havoc on the next planet. Although, if anyone deserves a night of revelry and chaos, it's Chi."
Aeryn raises an eyebrow, smiles sourly. "Getting drunk and frelling the nearest pretty male isn't going to make her feel better," she pauses. "Well, it may. But it won't last."
He'd like to shut that line of conversation down here and now, but instead he just nods. "We tried to blow up the world in the middle of her grieving process. She's due for whatever will make her happy."
Aeryn wrings out the onesie, drapes it over the side of the pool. "If she'll give us three arns of peace, I'll personally find her a suitable species with which to do whatever she wishes."
"Sheyang rep'll be here in an arn," John says.
Aeryn pulls another handful of onesies into the pool. "I'll be there. But if it takes as long as it did last time, don't be surprised if my frelling breasts start leaking all over the place."
"Might speed up negotiations."
"It might speed them if we weren't frelling involved."
John shrugs. "They like to see my pretty face. And your big guns."
"Three arns," she breathes out, and goes back to the laundry.
*
He's naked when she arrives, sprawled on the bigger bed in the captain's quarters. The space is claustrophobic, but the mattress is a queen size and there're no weird pokey things in it. If he rolls to the edge, he can put his feet on the wall and the pillows are firm.
The door slides open, and Aeryn pauses in the doorway, looking at him laid out like an offering.
She starts to laugh and he flings out his arms.
"Take me. I'm yours."
She shuts the door, and he sits up, scoots to the edge of the bed.
"You up for this?" He's close enough to touch her hip, leans forward to brush his mouth against her belly, breath heating her skin through the thin cotton of her shirt.
"I'm fairly certain that… everything is fine, working properly," her mouth twitches. "Further exploration may be necessary."
"I'm up for a little field work," he says, and unsnaps her pants, tugs them down her legs, notices her feet were bare.
"Um, babe?"
She looks down, shakes her head. "Everyday it's something new. Bra, underwear, yesterday I put on my gunbelt before my pants."
"I wore your underwear for most of the day three days ago," John agrees. "Didn't even notice 'til I had to pee and reached for… well, you know. It was a surprise, I kept fumbling around until I figured out what the problem was."
She starts to chuckle as she pulls off her shirt and steps out of the pants. John scoots back and she follows him, flowing toward his body in an effortless motion until she's sitting in his lap, arms around his neck.
"Hi," he whispers, strokes her back.
"Hi," she says and kisses him. Her mouth is cool, minty, and her hair smells like flowers.
"Hey," he murmurs. "You're clean."
She kisses his jaw, arches her back and agrees. "Mmm, two showers this week. It's some sort of miracle."
Aeryn pulls back her head. "You'd better have frelling showered as well." She sniffs him, pleased with what she discovers. "Okay, that's fine."
"What you don't like me all musky and manly?"
She kisses him again, and he brings his hand around to gently stroke her breast, her belly. "Musky, sweaty I can handle, but spit-up and sour milk was a truly … revolting combination."
"Mmm, yeah, who knew that would happen when mixed with a little ion backwash. I thought I'd be wearing that shirt for week."
"Smelled like you'd been wearing it for a week," she murmurs, suckles his neck. John moans, palms her skull, brings her mouth back to his, kisses her with a desperation he hadn't realized he'd been holding onto.
She meets his kiss, clinging to him, clamping her thighs around his hips.
"I love you," she says fiercely. "I really frelling love you, John Crichton."
"Oh, babe," he says, eyes burning a little. He sits up on his knees, tilts them until she's on her back, sex pressed against him. He's hardening, but it's slow, so much here, so much besides the sex that they've left unattended.
"Been a lot to take in … lately," he says. "A lot to… fathom."
Aeryn is silent for a few beats, hands hard on his shoulders, and then her grip relaxes, and she moves her hand to stroke the base of his neck.
"You …I didn't know … if you had died, if you had left me with all of this…I..."
"You'd have been fine."
Her delicacy turns into a fist. "No, John, I would not have been fine. I would have survived, but I would not have been … fine."
John leans down, breathes into her neck, takes her into his senses. "It scared me too," he whispers. "Still does. I … the not sleeping's almost a blessing… the dreams are…"
She rocks, cants her hips until he rolls them both and she tucks herself on top of him. He holds her tight, holds her close. "I almost destroyed the universe," he whispers.
"I was prepared to let you," she answers, hand over his heart.
"That's a hell of a marriage vow," he says.
"It's all I had," she murmurs, pauses. "And I'd do it again."
He kisses the top of her head. "So would I," he breathes, throat tightening. "God help me, so would I."
"Three arns," she says, and stifles a yawn. "Two and three quarters now."
"Shhh," he whispers, strokes down her back. "We'll get there in time."
When she falls asleep, he closes his eyes, counts her breaths, and when she wakes up, kisses his mouth, he's ready to meet her needs, meet his own. She sits up, moves down his body, stroking him to readiness. He touches her hips, her arms, sits up to bury his hands in her hair, kissing her deeply.
She touches her sex and he takes her hand.
"Let me help," he whispers and she guides him to her, helps him rev her up, bring her to a trembling kind of need. She sits up on her knees and there hands are together when she brings him to her entrance, slides down against him.
He breathes through his nose, rocks against her. The range of motion is narrow, but she's heat and silk and strength in his arms, so damned strong and he doesn't need an earth shattering climax, just needs this, needs her, time and love and longing. She rolls against him, tightens and contracts, milking him gently.
"This okay?" he breathes.
"Mmm," she murmurs wordless approval.
They move together until her back tightens, until she closes her eyes, tilting back her head, a gentle rolling climax that tips him over the edge. He clutches her tight, bucks into her, responding to her own release. It's not dramatic, not explosive, but it's… amazing.
"We've got another arn," he murmurs as she leans into him, forehead resting against his, hand on his cheek.
"Sleep," she slurs,"and if there's time, we'll do this again."
"All the time in the world, babe," he says, and maybe this time, he can really mean that. "We've got all the time in the world."
oneeyethedrd politely inquired about her drabble request, J/A, post-PK Wars, trying to find time together in the midst of new parenthood. And truthfully, that hadn't really sparked much for me, which is why I hadn't answered it. But very rarely is someone so polite in saying, "Poke, poke, what's wrong with my prompt?" So I started to think about it, just in case.So, OneEye, a drabble for you:) Perhaps the longest one yet:)
He starts to laugh as soon as he enters the room. The lights are on and Aeryn is face down on the bed wearing a t-shirt, a single black sock and nothing else.
John's not sure whether to wake her up or let her sleep, but she's sprawled across the bed and if he doesn't want to sleep on the floor, he's gonna have to do something. Besides, the kid's gotta nurse soon.
He hefts his son up further onto his shoulder, sits down on the bed and pats Aeryn gently on her bare ass. She starts to snore.
"Babe, c'mon. Wake up."
Nothing. He hasn't moved his hand, strokes the curve of her ass, runs his hand up under her t-shirt to rub the small of her back. Her skin is impossibly soft. She moans, her hips rolling just a little. Intrigued, he strokes her back, curves his hand around her hip, moves to stroke the delicate skin of her thighs. She moans again, hips rising slightly, and he feels himself start to stir.
It's been… he thinks about it. It's been awhile. They haven't had actual, honest to god sex since D' was born. They've had a few quick sessions of slap and tickle and an incident in the shower that left them both breathless and aching, but time to enjoy each other, to make love, to giggle and tease and take their time, it just hadn't been an option. Peace treaties and parenthood – universal birth control.
He wriggles his fingers between her thighs, grins to himself. Her thighs are damp. Girl's havin' dirty thoughts. John swallows hard. He could strip down, wake her up right.
D' squirms against him and John sighs, pats Aeryn on the hip, dismisses his own dirty thoughts. "Aeryn, get up."
She's still dead to the world, turns her face to the side and he knows that expression, it fires right through him, heating his blood, that longing, straining for release twist to her mouth.
She pulls her leg up towards her body, hips grinding into the mattress and D'Argo wakes up, starts to cry. Aeryn's eyes open like a shot and she pushes up off the bed with her arms like a sun salutation.
She blinks, blurred, dazed, sees John, their child.
"You were more … naked," she slurs.
"Sex dreams?"
She squints at him, rolls to her back and sits up, holding her hands out for D.
John shifts his son to the other side, patting his back to soothe the crying and kisses his head, breathes in the baby scent of him.
"Should bathe him after he eats dinner," he murmurs.
Aeryn curls one leg up to support herself, grabbing a pillow and resting her arm on it. She pulls up her shirt, and D' roots for her nipple.
She stretches her other leg out, and nudges John with her toes. He cups the curve of her calf, catches sight of the black sock and tugs it off. She raises an eyebrow, and he looks her up and down.
"Dressing or undressing?"
She looks down, looks back up at him. "I... have no idea." She looks at her son, who's snorfling happily against her breast as he eats.
"No bra, I must have been…" she shakes her head. "I've no idea if I even put underclothes on this morning. I'm completely losing my mind, John. I've been in battle campaigns that were longer than this and I frelling well knew if I had underwear on during them."
He nods sympathetically,"I put a bottle in my holster yesterday," he says. She narrows her eyes at him, suspicious. "You look … well-rested."
He scoots her foot into his lap, starts to rub at the arch. "I, uh, fell asleep in the amnexus chamber. It was nice and warm, and the kid was napping on a bunch of towels and…"
"So the laundry is not done?"
"Nope."
"Frell."
He continues to watch her as she holds their son, switching sides so the boy can nurse from the left breast. Her fingers linger on the soft baby cheeks and she still looks dazed, looks sort of puzzled and awed. God, he knows the feeling.
In that moment, he makes a decision.
"Hey babe, you know, we haven't actually had a honeymoon, haven't even really consummated our marriage."
Aeryn takes a few microts to parse all that. "Sex, you're talking about sex."
He nods, rubs his thumb along her ankle. She stretches her leg, gently presses her toes against his crotch.
"We are trying to balance a newborn, a whole host of ambassadors, those frelling Sheyangs who missed the peace memo and that latest bunch of bounty hunters, not to mention having only a fraction of the crew we need to maintain all of this and keep the frelling Peacekeepers from trying to recruit Moya and you're thinking about sex?"
He knows her well enough to know she's not mad, just laying out the situation. "Not the one having sex dreams." He grins. "Okay, that's a lie."
"You could have given me thirty more microts," she grouses. "I was close to climaxing."
"Sorry babe, thought the kid would hold off for a little longer."
She nods, hand cupping the curve of D's skull.
"Last time was… unfortunate."
"Timing is everything," John agrees. "Next time we'll find an empty cell further away. Because…"
"Yeah," Aeryn pinches the bridge of her nose. "Who the frell knew that would happen. It's like my frelling breasts have a mind of their own, like he has his own comms channel straight to them."
John starts to laugh. "We need some alone time," he agreed.
"Just a few arns," Aeryn says, voice nearing a plea. "And sleep. I'd sell him to the Sheyangs for four arns straight sleep."
She brings D' up onto her shoulder, patting his back solidly until he burps, spit-up staining her shoulder.
"Shower," she growls, and John gets up, strips down and takes their son as she pulls off her t-shirt with distaste and throws it into the pile on the floor.
"Laundry," she mutters and follows John into the shower.
*
"I need three arns and he'll be fed, bathed and changed."
Chiana cocks her head. "You can't promise any of that."
"I can promise it upon delivery. Rygel's gonna wrangle ambassadors and hopefully we're nearing the end of our tenure as the UN of the UTs. We just need a brief… babysitting free zone."
"So you can have sex?"
"Yep, pretty much."
She drums her heels against the cupboards, reaches to fiddle with the spigot of the sink. Her moods have been fierce and mercurial lately, and while John sympathizes, wishes desperately that kid's namesake were here to share in all this chaos, he's got his own family to wrangle at the moment. Chi's part of that family, but she's wearing at his last nerve. They've got so little left to offer each other in this morass of exhaustion and peace.
"Okay," she says finally. "Three arns."
*
"She agreed?" Aeryn sounds vastly relieved as she scrubs tiny black onesies against the grain of the amenxus pool. "Frelling laundry," she mutters. "He's not even a metra long, how can he possibly generate this much laundry."
D' coos happily in a makeshift bouncy chair, grabbing at the DRD's and blowing spit bubbles.
"Three arns, and a free pass at creating havoc on the next planet. Although, if anyone deserves a night of revelry and chaos, it's Chi."
Aeryn raises an eyebrow, smiles sourly. "Getting drunk and frelling the nearest pretty male isn't going to make her feel better," she pauses. "Well, it may. But it won't last."
He'd like to shut that line of conversation down here and now, but instead he just nods. "We tried to blow up the world in the middle of her grieving process. She's due for whatever will make her happy."
Aeryn wrings out the onesie, drapes it over the side of the pool. "If she'll give us three arns of peace, I'll personally find her a suitable species with which to do whatever she wishes."
"Sheyang rep'll be here in an arn," John says.
Aeryn pulls another handful of onesies into the pool. "I'll be there. But if it takes as long as it did last time, don't be surprised if my frelling breasts start leaking all over the place."
"Might speed up negotiations."
"It might speed them if we weren't frelling involved."
John shrugs. "They like to see my pretty face. And your big guns."
"Three arns," she breathes out, and goes back to the laundry.
*
He's naked when she arrives, sprawled on the bigger bed in the captain's quarters. The space is claustrophobic, but the mattress is a queen size and there're no weird pokey things in it. If he rolls to the edge, he can put his feet on the wall and the pillows are firm.
The door slides open, and Aeryn pauses in the doorway, looking at him laid out like an offering.
She starts to laugh and he flings out his arms.
"Take me. I'm yours."
She shuts the door, and he sits up, scoots to the edge of the bed.
"You up for this?" He's close enough to touch her hip, leans forward to brush his mouth against her belly, breath heating her skin through the thin cotton of her shirt.
"I'm fairly certain that… everything is fine, working properly," her mouth twitches. "Further exploration may be necessary."
"I'm up for a little field work," he says, and unsnaps her pants, tugs them down her legs, notices her feet were bare.
"Um, babe?"
She looks down, shakes her head. "Everyday it's something new. Bra, underwear, yesterday I put on my gunbelt before my pants."
"I wore your underwear for most of the day three days ago," John agrees. "Didn't even notice 'til I had to pee and reached for… well, you know. It was a surprise, I kept fumbling around until I figured out what the problem was."
She starts to chuckle as she pulls off her shirt and steps out of the pants. John scoots back and she follows him, flowing toward his body in an effortless motion until she's sitting in his lap, arms around his neck.
"Hi," he whispers, strokes her back.
"Hi," she says and kisses him. Her mouth is cool, minty, and her hair smells like flowers.
"Hey," he murmurs. "You're clean."
She kisses his jaw, arches her back and agrees. "Mmm, two showers this week. It's some sort of miracle."
Aeryn pulls back her head. "You'd better have frelling showered as well." She sniffs him, pleased with what she discovers. "Okay, that's fine."
"What you don't like me all musky and manly?"
She kisses him again, and he brings his hand around to gently stroke her breast, her belly. "Musky, sweaty I can handle, but spit-up and sour milk was a truly … revolting combination."
"Mmm, yeah, who knew that would happen when mixed with a little ion backwash. I thought I'd be wearing that shirt for week."
"Smelled like you'd been wearing it for a week," she murmurs, suckles his neck. John moans, palms her skull, brings her mouth back to his, kisses her with a desperation he hadn't realized he'd been holding onto.
She meets his kiss, clinging to him, clamping her thighs around his hips.
"I love you," she says fiercely. "I really frelling love you, John Crichton."
"Oh, babe," he says, eyes burning a little. He sits up on his knees, tilts them until she's on her back, sex pressed against him. He's hardening, but it's slow, so much here, so much besides the sex that they've left unattended.
"Been a lot to take in … lately," he says. "A lot to… fathom."
Aeryn is silent for a few beats, hands hard on his shoulders, and then her grip relaxes, and she moves her hand to stroke the base of his neck.
"You …I didn't know … if you had died, if you had left me with all of this…I..."
"You'd have been fine."
Her delicacy turns into a fist. "No, John, I would not have been fine. I would have survived, but I would not have been … fine."
John leans down, breathes into her neck, takes her into his senses. "It scared me too," he whispers. "Still does. I … the not sleeping's almost a blessing… the dreams are…"
She rocks, cants her hips until he rolls them both and she tucks herself on top of him. He holds her tight, holds her close. "I almost destroyed the universe," he whispers.
"I was prepared to let you," she answers, hand over his heart.
"That's a hell of a marriage vow," he says.
"It's all I had," she murmurs, pauses. "And I'd do it again."
He kisses the top of her head. "So would I," he breathes, throat tightening. "God help me, so would I."
"Three arns," she says, and stifles a yawn. "Two and three quarters now."
"Shhh," he whispers, strokes down her back. "We'll get there in time."
When she falls asleep, he closes his eyes, counts her breaths, and when she wakes up, kisses his mouth, he's ready to meet her needs, meet his own. She sits up, moves down his body, stroking him to readiness. He touches her hips, her arms, sits up to bury his hands in her hair, kissing her deeply.
She touches her sex and he takes her hand.
"Let me help," he whispers and she guides him to her, helps him rev her up, bring her to a trembling kind of need. She sits up on her knees and there hands are together when she brings him to her entrance, slides down against him.
He breathes through his nose, rocks against her. The range of motion is narrow, but she's heat and silk and strength in his arms, so damned strong and he doesn't need an earth shattering climax, just needs this, needs her, time and love and longing. She rolls against him, tightens and contracts, milking him gently.
"This okay?" he breathes.
"Mmm," she murmurs wordless approval.
They move together until her back tightens, until she closes her eyes, tilting back her head, a gentle rolling climax that tips him over the edge. He clutches her tight, bucks into her, responding to her own release. It's not dramatic, not explosive, but it's… amazing.
"We've got another arn," he murmurs as she leans into him, forehead resting against his, hand on his cheek.
"Sleep," she slurs,"and if there's time, we'll do this again."
"All the time in the world, babe," he says, and maybe this time, he can really mean that. "We've got all the time in the world."
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Date: 2006-06-22 08:50 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-06-22 09:24 pm (UTC)I love the exhaustion, the forgetfulness, the swapping of underwear, and the baby bottle in Winona's holster. The details may change, but I think that clearly describes the experience of new parents across the universe.
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Date: 2006-06-22 09:39 pm (UTC)And I'm so glad you liked it!! I ended up being very fond of it myself.
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Date: 2006-06-22 09:27 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-06-22 10:22 pm (UTC)This is why I just wanna SMACK people who say that you can't tell good Farscape stories right after PKWars, that you have to habe lil D grow up a bit - lil D as a Baby has great dramatic potential, dammit!
I love how true this rings (I'm guessing you're a mom yourself) and how naturally there's a baddy that needs to be put down, and how overwhelmed Aeryn feels...
Love it, love it, love it.
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Date: 2006-06-22 10:40 pm (UTC)And not a mom, but my best friend/pseud-sibling had a baby about a year and half ago and I totally cannibalized the exhaustion and disorientation and willingness to just quit, the need to find time for normal, pre-baby stuff, and how almost impossible it is to remember those days.
And yeah!! So, so glad you liked it.
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Date: 2006-06-22 11:24 pm (UTC)Hacks borrow (take and leave unscathed), artists steal (take and make it thier own). :D
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Date: 2006-06-22 10:53 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2006-06-22 11:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-23 02:37 pm (UTC)This is beautiful.
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Date: 2006-06-27 05:40 am (UTC)Man, you're so good.
::happy sigh::
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Date: 2006-06-27 05:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-27 10:19 pm (UTC)And this...
""So the laundry is not done?"
"Nope."
"Frell.""
My, this takes me back to the newborn days so painfully...
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Date: 2006-06-27 11:31 pm (UTC)I think that having a diaper service saved the life of both my best friend and her daughter:)
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