Title: Rock My World
Author: Karolyn Gray <kmgray3@aol.com>
ScifiBB/Chat Handle: Gray3
Rating: PG-13
Synopsis: John is frustrated and Aeryn tries out a new human expression.
Type: Short ficlet. PWP. J/A. VOY? (D/C?)
Spoilers: None.
Archiving: Yes
Disclaimers: All Farscape names, characters and other related indicia are the property of Jim Henson Productions, Hallmark Entertainment, Nine Networks, the Scifi Channel and all associated parties. No copyright infringement is intended.
Rock My World
by Karolyn Gray
"Uh...yeah. Oh yeah....hard-uh....D'Argo!" The accompanying deep rumble was too much.
"Fuck! Don't those two do anything else anymore?" John grumbled to himself as he slapped the tool in his hand to floor of the narrow crawlspace he was currently squeezed into. Oh, he didn't begrudge D'Argo and Chiana having some fun, but why the hell did they have to screw each other while he was working on an atmospheric scrubber?
It was bad enough that he had to crawl a couple of hundred feet in a tunnel that he could barely fit into and had practically no room to maneuver what so ever. He could have handled that. But no sooner had he gotten started on the repair the he had heard the first soft moans and gasps, muttered words of encouragement, and the unmistakable sound of flesh slapping together in a rhythm all too familiar to John's ears. In short order, Chiana's cries of pleasure and D'Argo's accompanying grunts had left him hard, aching and thoroughly frustrated.
Sighing, John tapped his comm. "Pilot, I'm done here. You want to run an analysis to check the scrubber out?"
"Not necessary, Commander. The device is working properly. Thank you for your assistance." Pilot's tinny voice replied.
"OH YES!"
John winced as Chiana started to scream in pleasure. "Sure, don't mention it." He mumbled as he began the process of squeezing his way back out of the maintenance shaft, trying to ignore the cacophony of delighted cries coming from elsewhere in the ship.
Once the grate to the maintenance shaft was affixed into place, John headed for his quarters, any attempt to ignore his own aching needs forgotten as memories of the last person he'd been intimate with flashed through his mind.
His mind preoccupied as he turned the corner he didn't notice the blur of a leather clad Aeryn Sun running down the hall until she ran into him, the pair of them going down into a tangle of arms and legs.
"Jesus! Aeryn what the..."
"Crichton?" Aeryn was panting, looking down at him with a flush to her face.
John swallowed as he realized her could feel her body pressed against his, the warmth of her skin inflaming him even more. 'God, please don't let her notice.' He silently pleaded as he rather hurriedly pushed her off and scrambled to his feet. He muttered a vague apology and hurried off to his quarters, trying to forget the odd expression on her face.
A few minutes later he heard a soft clearing of the throat at his chamber door. Crichton looked up, flushing in embarrassment as he saw Aeryn standing there. "Uh, hey, Aeryn."
"Crichton. May I come in?" Aeryn asked.
Crichton nodded slowly. "Yeah, sure. Um. Look about what happened in the passage way..."
"Do you want to frell me?" Aeryn asked.
Crichton literally stopped in mid phrase and blinked several times. "Frell you?"
"Yes. Frell. Recreate. What was the term you used....fuck?" Aeryn replied in all seriousness.
"You want to fuck me?"
Aeryn smiled and swiped the controls to his chamber, closing and locking the door. "Do you have something better to do?" She asked unzipping her vest and slipping it from her shoulders.
"Not any more."
"Good. Now fuck my world."
"That's rock my world. Forget it, close enough. C'mere baby."
Author: Karolyn Gray <kmgray3@aol.com>
ScifiBB/Chat Handle: Gray3
Rating: PG-13
Synopsis: John is frustrated and Aeryn tries out a new human expression.
Type: Short ficlet. PWP. J/A. VOY? (D/C?)
Spoilers: None.
Archiving: Yes
Disclaimers: All Farscape names, characters and other related indicia are the property of Jim Henson Productions, Hallmark Entertainment, Nine Networks, the Scifi Channel and all associated parties. No copyright infringement is intended.
Rock My World
by Karolyn Gray
"Uh...yeah. Oh yeah....hard-uh....D'Argo!" The accompanying deep rumble was too much.
"Fuck! Don't those two do anything else anymore?" John grumbled to himself as he slapped the tool in his hand to floor of the narrow crawlspace he was currently squeezed into. Oh, he didn't begrudge D'Argo and Chiana having some fun, but why the hell did they have to screw each other while he was working on an atmospheric scrubber?
It was bad enough that he had to crawl a couple of hundred feet in a tunnel that he could barely fit into and had practically no room to maneuver what so ever. He could have handled that. But no sooner had he gotten started on the repair the he had heard the first soft moans and gasps, muttered words of encouragement, and the unmistakable sound of flesh slapping together in a rhythm all too familiar to John's ears. In short order, Chiana's cries of pleasure and D'Argo's accompanying grunts had left him hard, aching and thoroughly frustrated.
Sighing, John tapped his comm. "Pilot, I'm done here. You want to run an analysis to check the scrubber out?"
"Not necessary, Commander. The device is working properly. Thank you for your assistance." Pilot's tinny voice replied.
"OH YES!"
John winced as Chiana started to scream in pleasure. "Sure, don't mention it." He mumbled as he began the process of squeezing his way back out of the maintenance shaft, trying to ignore the cacophony of delighted cries coming from elsewhere in the ship.
Once the grate to the maintenance shaft was affixed into place, John headed for his quarters, any attempt to ignore his own aching needs forgotten as memories of the last person he'd been intimate with flashed through his mind.
His mind preoccupied as he turned the corner he didn't notice the blur of a leather clad Aeryn Sun running down the hall until she ran into him, the pair of them going down into a tangle of arms and legs.
"Jesus! Aeryn what the..."
"Crichton?" Aeryn was panting, looking down at him with a flush to her face.
John swallowed as he realized her could feel her body pressed against his, the warmth of her skin inflaming him even more. 'God, please don't let her notice.' He silently pleaded as he rather hurriedly pushed her off and scrambled to his feet. He muttered a vague apology and hurried off to his quarters, trying to forget the odd expression on her face.
A few minutes later he heard a soft clearing of the throat at his chamber door. Crichton looked up, flushing in embarrassment as he saw Aeryn standing there. "Uh, hey, Aeryn."
"Crichton. May I come in?" Aeryn asked.
Crichton nodded slowly. "Yeah, sure. Um. Look about what happened in the passage way..."
"Do you want to frell me?" Aeryn asked.
Crichton literally stopped in mid phrase and blinked several times. "Frell you?"
"Yes. Frell. Recreate. What was the term you used....fuck?" Aeryn replied in all seriousness.
"You want to fuck me?"
Aeryn smiled and swiped the controls to his chamber, closing and locking the door. "Do you have something better to do?" She asked unzipping her vest and slipping it from her shoulders.
"Not any more."
"Good. Now fuck my world."
"That's rock my world. Forget it, close enough. C'mere baby."