Title: Sscape #1: Never a Break
Author: Karolyn Gray <kmgray3@aol.com>
ScifiBB/Chat Handle: Gray3
Rating: R
Pairing: J/A
Type: m/f
Synopsis: None.
Type: Vignette
Spoilers: Season 2's Out of Their Minds
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.
Note: All of the Sexscape stories are not intentionally related. They're just supposed to be general tidbits of smut and slash I decided to write that didn't fit anywhere else.
Aeryn was breathing harshly as she turned the corner, her feet sliding slightly on the smooth surface of the corridor's floor. She couldn't stop the laugh that escaped her throat as she heard Crichton behind her mutter something, before a thudding sound could be heard. She sprinted ahead to the next intersection, remembering how fast a runner Crichton had proven to be in the past.
She just starting angling for the turn when she felt Crichton's strong arms grasp her tightly around the waist and pull her against him as he tried to swing her up against the wall. Somehow their feet became entangled and they went down in a tangle of arms and legs, laughing.
A brief struggle ensued as they both tried to gain the advantage on the other, but quickly ended as their laughter made it impossible to continue for lack of breath. Lying on their sides, both realized neither had won as Crichton had effective pinned Aeryn's arms and she had done equally well in immobilizing his legs.
"Now then, what did you do in my...pants?" John gasped out unable to help but grin as Aeryn laughed at his question. His smile faltered as he saw some emotion pass through her eyes.
"And what exactly were you doing with my body?" Smiling impishly she slowly ground her hips into his groin. The growing hardness she felt in response to her action and a low, almost inaudible moan brought a grin of triumph to her face.
John's eyebrows went up as if saying 'Two can play this game'. He leaned his head in close, lips barely brushing hers. "Why don't I show you." He whispered, just the very sound of his husky voice sending a shiver of pleasure through Aeryn.
"I..." Aeryn's response was lost as John kissed her passionately, sliding his tongue into her mouth. Immediately Aeryn responded, their tongues dueling for a moment before Johns withdrew to allow her entrance to his own mouth. His hands released her arms and began stroking up and down her back as Aeryn ground her pelvis harder against him.
Aeryn broke their frenzied kiss arching her back slightly as she gasped for much needed air. "I thought you were going to ....uhhh...." She closed her eyes, moaning as John's hands slid under her vest, gently caressing her breasts. Running his thumbs over her already hardened nipples sent a wave of fiery desire through out her body. She moaned softly as she tightened her arms around him.
"Like that, baby?" John whispered as leaned in to trail light kisses along the side of her neck before reclaiming her mouth with his own for a long sensuous kiss that caused both of them to loose all coherent thought. All that mattered to them was the touch and pleasure of the other.
"Officer Sun. Officer Sun, are you there?"
Aeryn vaguely wondered why John was calling her Officer Sun as her hands slipped under his black shirt to caress the short hairs on his navel. He smelled so wonderful, felt so warm, tasted so good. She wanted him so much. Wanted to feel his hard cock within her once more, frelling her out of her mind. Just as she had fantasized time and again since they had been 'close' on the Ancient's ship.
"Officer Sun?"
Aeryn suddenly snapped up and away from John as she realized it was Pilot she heard calling her. 'Frell! Frell! Frell! What the Hezmana am I doing?' She thought as she scrambled away from the equally dazed and obviously aroused John Crichton. She sucked in a long breath trying to regain control of herself before tapping the comm open.
"Yes, Pilot?" Aeryn was amazed she sounded like her normal self. A bit breathless, perhaps.
"Are you all right, Officer Sun?" Pilot's voice asked, carrying a touch of concern.
"Yes, Pilot. I'm fine. What can I help you with?" Aeryn asked, trying her best to ignore the rush of desire she felt at seeing John smiling ruefully at her as he sat up and attempted to straighten his now somewhat disheveled clothes.
"I'm afraid I need your assistance in finishing the repairs to the defense screen. The DRDs are not adequately equipped to repair the damage to the conduit caused by the Halosian attack." Pilot replied.
"Right." Aeryn stood, wordlessly offering her hand to John and pulled him to his feet. "Did you need any help in the Den?"
"No. D'Argo and Chiana completed their repairs before going to Command."
"All right. I'm on my way." Aeryn replied, tapping her comm badge off. She saw Crichton smile and shake his head.
"What?" She asked smiling slowly, knowing the answer already.
"We never get a break." John replied.
Aeryn nodded in agreement. "Would you like to come with me? I could probably use the help."
John chewed his lower lip and shook his head. "You. Me. Close quarters." He chuckled and shrugged. "I don't think we'd end up getting much done. Well, aside from each other."
Aeryn flushed slightly, but realized John was right. Certainly her mind wasn't on much of anything else but seeing John Crichton's naked body pressed against her, inside her. Shaking her head to clear the mental image, Aeryn nodded. "Right. I'll...uh...I'll see you later. Joh...Crichton."
With that she hurried away, still half tempted to come up with some excuse to remain with John rather than fix the damaged conduits. 'It's better this way. Until I'm certain how I feel.' She tried to convince herself as her doubts suddenly returned full force.