Title: Sscape #2: Watchful Eyes of a Human
Author: Karolyn Gray <kmgray3@aol.com>
ScifiBB/Chat Handle: Gray3
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Aeryn (solo)
Type: f, masturbation
Synopsis: Aeryn pleasures herself and John gets an eyeful.
Type: Vignette
Spoilers: 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 intended to be related. They are just supposed to be general tidbits of smut and slash I decided to write that didn't fit anywhere else. Most are PWP.
This particular piece makes a bit more sense if you read "Never a Break" first, but isn't necessary.
'Rain.'
"John." She gasped out, her hips bucking unconsciously as she increased the pressure on her sex. She was close, so close. She felt as if on fire from her need, her breathing becoming more erratic as she slowed her ministrations, teasing herself even as her body demanded more.
Running a hand over her breasts she gently squeezed the hardened nipples, imagining them to be his lips and tongue and teeth that made her gasp and moan at the sensations she felt. Sharp counterpoints of pleasure that only increased the heat building in her belly, aching and wanting more.
She slipped a finger into her moist opening, unable to stifle the deep groan that came from her at the sensation, and began to move it in and out as she slid her other hand from her breasts down across the smooth expanse of her belly, wishing not for the first time that *he* was here with her.
She imagined it was his hard cock that was within her and not her fingers creating such wondrous pleasure. He would alternate with short, hard thrusts and long, slow strokes, over and over and over keeping her on the edge of ecstasy for what would seem like an eternity.
The mental image was too much and she cried out, withdrawing her finger and concentrating fully on her hardened clit. The cool surface of the wall she braced herself against only added to the intensity of the sensations she felt. Her cries became longer and longer as she gave herself up fully to her pleasure until she shrieked with pure joy as her climax overcame her.
A few microts later, Aeryn sighed to her self in satisfaction at the sensation of feeling both exhausted and energized after such a strong release. Chuckling, she reveled in the feel of the water sluicing down her flesh as she cleaned herself remembering how she had gotten to this state.
An arn earlier, Aeryn had walked into the cleanser unit feeling tense and frustrated. It was well into the sleep cycle and the rest of the crew had gone to sleep. She remembered having stretched her cramped and sore muscles in an attempt to relax in the vain hope it would ease her tension. As expected it hadn't worked. And she knew why.
'John.'
Despite her efforts she had been unable to get her baser thought on the human completely banished from her mind. All she could think about was the sensations his lips and hands did to her and the seemingly overwhelming desire to feel him inside her once again. Hot and hard as he slid deliciously within her depths as he had in that Earth simulation created by the Ancients.
She had quickly stripped off her clothes and activated the cleanser unit, ensuring the liquid's temperature was just right before stepping under the warm flow. Pushing aside thoughts of John, she had vigorously lathered up her body and hair, taking longer than what was normal for her to rinse off.
And that's when she'd begun to fantasize about him. All the times they had touched each other, the ever so fleeting kisses, and the one time they had recreated coming to the for in her mind.
'No..' Aeryn shook her head. 'It was more than recreating. It was...'
Turning off the water Aeryn brushed the remaining water droplets from her eye and started to reach for her towel when the barest of movements caught her attention. She turned to find the object of her fantasy staring at her, looking flushed and utterly delectable in the boxers and t-shirt he wore.
Aeryn took a step towards him, reaching out her hand. "John."
At his name, John blinked and backed up, his face turning an interesting deep shade of red. "Um. Sorry, Ar..." He coughed shakily "...Aeryn. I...uh...thought you..I mean...everyone would be...uh...sleeping." With that the human bolted from the room.
Aeryn quickly dried herself off and dressed, replaying what happened over in her mind. How long had John been there? What had he heard? She wondered.
She wasn't angry or upset that he had seen her. If anything she felt her desire grow once more at the thought that she could get such an obvious reaction from a male. Despite his stammering and embarrassment, his arousal had been obvious in both his shorts and his eyes.
She quickly made her way to his quarters, slowing once she reached the hallway as she stealthily approached. She could hear him muttering to himself in the darkened chamber.
"...dead. I am so fucking dead. Oh, God she..." Aeryn heard a soft thumping noise.
Curious she peered n thought the edge of the grate that served as entrance to his room. Despite the dim lighting she could see him sprawled out on his bed, the shirt and short flung carelessly about the room.
"You are having far too much fun at my expense." She heard him whisper apparently to no one other than himself or perhaps that God she had heard him speak to Zhaan about.
When there was no movement or sound for several microts, Aeryn decided to leave. The barest whisper of her name stopped her as she turned back to see John's hand start to trail down his torso and stomach.
Author: Karolyn Gray <kmgray3@aol.com>
ScifiBB/Chat Handle: Gray3
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Aeryn (solo)
Type: f, masturbation
Synopsis: Aeryn pleasures herself and John gets an eyeful.
Type: Vignette
Spoilers: 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 intended to be related. They are just supposed to be general tidbits of smut and slash I decided to write that didn't fit anywhere else. Most are PWP.
This particular piece makes a bit more sense if you read "Never a Break" first, but isn't necessary.
'Rain.'
"John." She gasped out, her hips bucking unconsciously as she increased the pressure on her sex. She was close, so close. She felt as if on fire from her need, her breathing becoming more erratic as she slowed her ministrations, teasing herself even as her body demanded more.
Running a hand over her breasts she gently squeezed the hardened nipples, imagining them to be his lips and tongue and teeth that made her gasp and moan at the sensations she felt. Sharp counterpoints of pleasure that only increased the heat building in her belly, aching and wanting more.
She slipped a finger into her moist opening, unable to stifle the deep groan that came from her at the sensation, and began to move it in and out as she slid her other hand from her breasts down across the smooth expanse of her belly, wishing not for the first time that *he* was here with her.
She imagined it was his hard cock that was within her and not her fingers creating such wondrous pleasure. He would alternate with short, hard thrusts and long, slow strokes, over and over and over keeping her on the edge of ecstasy for what would seem like an eternity.
The mental image was too much and she cried out, withdrawing her finger and concentrating fully on her hardened clit. The cool surface of the wall she braced herself against only added to the intensity of the sensations she felt. Her cries became longer and longer as she gave herself up fully to her pleasure until she shrieked with pure joy as her climax overcame her.
A few microts later, Aeryn sighed to her self in satisfaction at the sensation of feeling both exhausted and energized after such a strong release. Chuckling, she reveled in the feel of the water sluicing down her flesh as she cleaned herself remembering how she had gotten to this state.
An arn earlier, Aeryn had walked into the cleanser unit feeling tense and frustrated. It was well into the sleep cycle and the rest of the crew had gone to sleep. She remembered having stretched her cramped and sore muscles in an attempt to relax in the vain hope it would ease her tension. As expected it hadn't worked. And she knew why.
'John.'
Despite her efforts she had been unable to get her baser thought on the human completely banished from her mind. All she could think about was the sensations his lips and hands did to her and the seemingly overwhelming desire to feel him inside her once again. Hot and hard as he slid deliciously within her depths as he had in that Earth simulation created by the Ancients.
She had quickly stripped off her clothes and activated the cleanser unit, ensuring the liquid's temperature was just right before stepping under the warm flow. Pushing aside thoughts of John, she had vigorously lathered up her body and hair, taking longer than what was normal for her to rinse off.
And that's when she'd begun to fantasize about him. All the times they had touched each other, the ever so fleeting kisses, and the one time they had recreated coming to the for in her mind.
'No..' Aeryn shook her head. 'It was more than recreating. It was...'
Turning off the water Aeryn brushed the remaining water droplets from her eye and started to reach for her towel when the barest of movements caught her attention. She turned to find the object of her fantasy staring at her, looking flushed and utterly delectable in the boxers and t-shirt he wore.
Aeryn took a step towards him, reaching out her hand. "John."
At his name, John blinked and backed up, his face turning an interesting deep shade of red. "Um. Sorry, Ar..." He coughed shakily "...Aeryn. I...uh...thought you..I mean...everyone would be...uh...sleeping." With that the human bolted from the room.
Aeryn quickly dried herself off and dressed, replaying what happened over in her mind. How long had John been there? What had he heard? She wondered.
She wasn't angry or upset that he had seen her. If anything she felt her desire grow once more at the thought that she could get such an obvious reaction from a male. Despite his stammering and embarrassment, his arousal had been obvious in both his shorts and his eyes.
She quickly made her way to his quarters, slowing once she reached the hallway as she stealthily approached. She could hear him muttering to himself in the darkened chamber.
"...dead. I am so fucking dead. Oh, God she..." Aeryn heard a soft thumping noise.
Curious she peered n thought the edge of the grate that served as entrance to his room. Despite the dim lighting she could see him sprawled out on his bed, the shirt and short flung carelessly about the room.
"You are having far too much fun at my expense." She heard him whisper apparently to no one other than himself or perhaps that God she had heard him speak to Zhaan about.
When there was no movement or sound for several microts, Aeryn decided to leave. The barest whisper of her name stopped her as she turned back to see John's hand start to trail down his torso and stomach.