Title:Baseball, Anyone?
by:chuck
lerc@buckeyeinet.com
Disclaimer: Farscpe ain't mine , ect. ect., ect.
notes: post-Fractures
rated: nc-17
Archive; sure, but keep my name on it
feadback: hell ya, flamers can frell off though
"Oh god Aeryn," John panted "suck it really good!"
The sabacean in question unable to reply. Her mouth
currently filled with the human's erect penis.
Crichton's back was pressed against the wall for support.
His legs spread wide. Knees buckling as Aeryn's head
bobbed up and down on his crotch.
Panting and unable to form a cohernt thought. He glanced
down, watching enthralled as Aeryn did her magic on him.
Her lips sliding up and down his shaft. While her left
hand teased his testicles.
"Yes, oh god baby !" He groaned. His control slipping.
With a last ditch effort to regain his controll. He forced
his eyes shut in haste. But alas it was to late. His body
tensing and then shuddering ,as his sead splattered
Aeryn face...
"THATS ENOUGH" roared an enraged voice.
The happy couple froze in midaction like a frame from
some cheap porno.
Standing in the shawdows of the room were John Crichton
and a certain scarran half breed. Crichton in his IASA's
finest. His face red with anger , while on the verge of tears.
Harvey otherwise was in an elaborate red smoking
jacket. Smoking a pipe, he grinned smugly at Crichthon.
John didn't know who Harvey looked like more. Sherlock
Holmes or Hughe Heiphner. Guesing with the current
situation unfolding in front of him. He would have to say
Hughe.
Turning to look away from the couple John said " What
the fuck is this all about Harvey ?"
Sighing and shaking his head as if adressing a small child.
Harvey reached out and tapped John on the forehead.
"You took great pleasure watching such entertainment
in the past John. I was only..."
"What you think this is entertaining..." John replied. Waving his
hand toward the couple, he continued " you think that
I would enjoy watching this!!"
"I was merely.." replied Harvey
" What, playing head games with me... This little peepshow
of yours was suppose to make me happy!"
"John..."
"Or was it suppose to enlighten me of the other John's
sex life, mmm...'
"I was merely exploring aspects of your culture John."
Harvey explained "Peacekeepers have no such form of
entertainment."
"What, so you wanted to know about porn, is that it?"
"No.."
"You wanted to know more about my culture..." John trailed
off, thinking. He snapped his fingures and turned to
Harvey with a wicked smile.
"Baseball."
"What-ball.."
"Yeah baseball, it's my country's national pastime,"
John said " even though I was into football as a kid."
"Baseball..." Harvey replied "mmm, yes... a meaningless
waste of time and resources..."
"Its a game, ment to be fun." John cotinued " In fact there's
even a little song about ..."
"Oh-no.."
"Oh-yes...Take me out to the ball game..." and on that note
John jabbed the baseball bat into Harvey's gut.
"Take me out to the croud..." the bat slammed into the
neral clone's head.
John's singing grew to a full blow shout of rage as he
beat Harvey to a pulp. "Buy.../WHACK/... me some....
/WHACK/...peanuts...."
The beating contiued until Crichton finished the song.
Oh that he let the bat slip from his grasp. Looking
down at the prone neral clone . John smiled.
"Thats part of my culture I'm glad to share with you
anytime Harvey." John said "Mmm.. don't you
be 'fraid to ask me anymore questions, now you hear."
Chuckling to himself John continued "Maybe next time
if you're good, I'll tell ya all about football."
THE END
by:chuck
lerc@buckeyeinet.com
Disclaimer: Farscpe ain't mine , ect. ect., ect.
notes: post-Fractures
rated: nc-17
Archive; sure, but keep my name on it
feadback: hell ya, flamers can frell off though
"Oh god Aeryn," John panted "suck it really good!"
The sabacean in question unable to reply. Her mouth
currently filled with the human's erect penis.
Crichton's back was pressed against the wall for support.
His legs spread wide. Knees buckling as Aeryn's head
bobbed up and down on his crotch.
Panting and unable to form a cohernt thought. He glanced
down, watching enthralled as Aeryn did her magic on him.
Her lips sliding up and down his shaft. While her left
hand teased his testicles.
"Yes, oh god baby !" He groaned. His control slipping.
With a last ditch effort to regain his controll. He forced
his eyes shut in haste. But alas it was to late. His body
tensing and then shuddering ,as his sead splattered
Aeryn face...
"THATS ENOUGH" roared an enraged voice.
The happy couple froze in midaction like a frame from
some cheap porno.
Standing in the shawdows of the room were John Crichton
and a certain scarran half breed. Crichton in his IASA's
finest. His face red with anger , while on the verge of tears.
Harvey otherwise was in an elaborate red smoking
jacket. Smoking a pipe, he grinned smugly at Crichthon.
John didn't know who Harvey looked like more. Sherlock
Holmes or Hughe Heiphner. Guesing with the current
situation unfolding in front of him. He would have to say
Hughe.
Turning to look away from the couple John said " What
the fuck is this all about Harvey ?"
Sighing and shaking his head as if adressing a small child.
Harvey reached out and tapped John on the forehead.
"You took great pleasure watching such entertainment
in the past John. I was only..."
"What you think this is entertaining..." John replied. Waving his
hand toward the couple, he continued " you think that
I would enjoy watching this!!"
"I was merely.." replied Harvey
" What, playing head games with me... This little peepshow
of yours was suppose to make me happy!"
"John..."
"Or was it suppose to enlighten me of the other John's
sex life, mmm...'
"I was merely exploring aspects of your culture John."
Harvey explained "Peacekeepers have no such form of
entertainment."
"What, so you wanted to know about porn, is that it?"
"No.."
"You wanted to know more about my culture..." John trailed
off, thinking. He snapped his fingures and turned to
Harvey with a wicked smile.
"Baseball."
"What-ball.."
"Yeah baseball, it's my country's national pastime,"
John said " even though I was into football as a kid."
"Baseball..." Harvey replied "mmm, yes... a meaningless
waste of time and resources..."
"Its a game, ment to be fun." John cotinued " In fact there's
even a little song about ..."
"Oh-no.."
"Oh-yes...Take me out to the ball game..." and on that note
John jabbed the baseball bat into Harvey's gut.
"Take me out to the croud..." the bat slammed into the
neral clone's head.
John's singing grew to a full blow shout of rage as he
beat Harvey to a pulp. "Buy.../WHACK/... me some....
/WHACK/...peanuts...."
The beating contiued until Crichton finished the song.
Oh that he let the bat slip from his grasp. Looking
down at the prone neral clone . John smiled.
"Thats part of my culture I'm glad to share with you
anytime Harvey." John said "Mmm.. don't you
be 'fraid to ask me anymore questions, now you hear."
Chuckling to himself John continued "Maybe next time
if you're good, I'll tell ya all about football."
THE END