In Our Bedroom After The War
Title: In Our Bedroom After The War
Fandom: Farscape
Pairing(s): John/Aeryn
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG
Summary: It doesn't mean what you think.
Notes: Spoilers up to episode 4:14 - Terra Firma. Written for writing_game prompt "paperweight."
"What is this?"
John looked up, not quite meeting Aeryn's gaze. Having her on Earth was hard enough (not supposed to be like this), having her in his home (not the way he'd planned), but having her in his bedroom was making him feel like an awkward teenager again, like he was supposed to put a clumsy arm around her shoulders and start apologising when she pushed him off.
Instead, he glanced at the object she was holding, and shrugged. "It's a paperweight."
"Paperweight?" The word was heavy on her tongue; her English still wasn't perfect, and he wished he didn't find nearly as attractive as he did.
"Yeah." He reached out to take it from her; a novelty Jessica Rabbit. He looked up, and damned if his cheeks weren't burning. "Like a decoration."
"Decoration?"
His mind flashed back to the Zelbinion; not a lot of posters on the walls, there, and it still shocked him sometimes just how different they were beneath a common exterior.
"So it doesn't do anything?"
It was doing plenty to him right now, but none of it, he supposed, was entirely the paperweight's fault.
"No," he said, putting it down. "It doesn't do anything."
Fandom: Farscape
Pairing(s): John/Aeryn
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG
Summary: It doesn't mean what you think.
Notes: Spoilers up to episode 4:14 - Terra Firma. Written for writing_game prompt "paperweight."
"What is this?"
John looked up, not quite meeting Aeryn's gaze. Having her on Earth was hard enough (not supposed to be like this), having her in his home (not the way he'd planned), but having her in his bedroom was making him feel like an awkward teenager again, like he was supposed to put a clumsy arm around her shoulders and start apologising when she pushed him off.
Instead, he glanced at the object she was holding, and shrugged. "It's a paperweight."
"Paperweight?" The word was heavy on her tongue; her English still wasn't perfect, and he wished he didn't find nearly as attractive as he did.
"Yeah." He reached out to take it from her; a novelty Jessica Rabbit. He looked up, and damned if his cheeks weren't burning. "Like a decoration."
"Decoration?"
His mind flashed back to the Zelbinion; not a lot of posters on the walls, there, and it still shocked him sometimes just how different they were beneath a common exterior.
"So it doesn't do anything?"
It was doing plenty to him right now, but none of it, he supposed, was entirely the paperweight's fault.
"No," he said, putting it down. "It doesn't do anything."