Fic: Let's get christening! [John/Aeryn, PG13]
Title: Let's get christening!
Fandom: Farscape
Author: dargai
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: John/Aeryn
Spoilers: For season 3.
Summary: John teaches Aeryn some new Earth customs. Plus, they haven't done it in centre chamber yet.
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John was talking, waving his nulla bread animatedly, when Aeryn walked into centre chamber. She caught consternation on Crais' face, blank bemusement on Stark's and a grimace on Rygel's.
"...the Dean nearly had a shit-fit and died the next morning. A cop car on the library roof! Man, there were helicopters and everything..."
"Ah, Aeryn," Crais said with a pained glance in her direction. "Crichton was just telling us about an...amusing prank from his training days."
John laughed. "It's called University, Crais," - he flicked a piece of bread at the man - "and it's an MIT hack. We came, we saw, we fucked with it. Take the chassis of a land transport vehicle, grab a wood frame and a dummy, get a climbing harness, and assemble the whole thing somewhere nobody could reach without a transport pod of some kind. The press were all over it. Wasn't the only prank we pulled either."
Aeryn slid her tray next to John's and grinned at him. His fingers slid round her waist as she sat down, and lingered on the curve of her hip.
"Well don't let me stop you," Aeryn said generously, waving her fork.
"And then," John continued brightly. "There was this time we got absolutely wasted and campus security caught us pissing on the President's prize camellias at 4am. They went to town on our asses - fingerprints, mugshots, the works." He shook his head ruefully. "Damn keggers. Made us piss like racehorses too."
Aeryn hid a smile as the three other occupants of the table rose as one and exited the room with muttered excuses.
John watched them leave with a funny little smile on his face.
He was quiet while she ate but his thumb stroked small, constant circles against her hip. When she finally pushed her plate away, he moved his hand from her hip, slid it under the smooth velvet of her leather vest and traced the muscles jumping under his fingers.
Aeryn swallowed thickly, shifting a little towards him. "John?"
"Thought they'd never leave," he said, "thought you'd never get here. I was running out of stupid dren to say."
She choked back a laugh. "And all those stories...?"
"Oh, they're real. I'm fahrbot, baby, have been since birth." He leaned closer, running his lips around the shell of her ear. "You know," John said softly, "Talyn's a big ship."
"Mmm. What's your point?"
"Do Peacekeepers understand christening things?"
Aeryn ignored the babble in her head from inadequate microbes and overwhelming sensations. She ran a hand down his thigh, squeezing slightly. "Christening?"
"Yeah, giving something a new name, a new purpose?"
She pulled away to look up at John. "Talyn already has a name."
He smiled and rubbed his nose against hers. "Humans like to christen the rooms in their houses. Every room. Often. Again and again."
Human nonsense. A fist squeezed around her heart when she looked at him and sent some of the love there pumping through her veins, invading every dench of her. "How?"
"Like this."
Fandom: Farscape
Author: dargai
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: John/Aeryn
Spoilers: For season 3.
Summary: John teaches Aeryn some new Earth customs. Plus, they haven't done it in centre chamber yet.
~~
John was talking, waving his nulla bread animatedly, when Aeryn walked into centre chamber. She caught consternation on Crais' face, blank bemusement on Stark's and a grimace on Rygel's.
"...the Dean nearly had a shit-fit and died the next morning. A cop car on the library roof! Man, there were helicopters and everything..."
"Ah, Aeryn," Crais said with a pained glance in her direction. "Crichton was just telling us about an...amusing prank from his training days."
John laughed. "It's called University, Crais," - he flicked a piece of bread at the man - "and it's an MIT hack. We came, we saw, we fucked with it. Take the chassis of a land transport vehicle, grab a wood frame and a dummy, get a climbing harness, and assemble the whole thing somewhere nobody could reach without a transport pod of some kind. The press were all over it. Wasn't the only prank we pulled either."
Aeryn slid her tray next to John's and grinned at him. His fingers slid round her waist as she sat down, and lingered on the curve of her hip.
"Well don't let me stop you," Aeryn said generously, waving her fork.
"And then," John continued brightly. "There was this time we got absolutely wasted and campus security caught us pissing on the President's prize camellias at 4am. They went to town on our asses - fingerprints, mugshots, the works." He shook his head ruefully. "Damn keggers. Made us piss like racehorses too."
Aeryn hid a smile as the three other occupants of the table rose as one and exited the room with muttered excuses.
John watched them leave with a funny little smile on his face.
He was quiet while she ate but his thumb stroked small, constant circles against her hip. When she finally pushed her plate away, he moved his hand from her hip, slid it under the smooth velvet of her leather vest and traced the muscles jumping under his fingers.
Aeryn swallowed thickly, shifting a little towards him. "John?"
"Thought they'd never leave," he said, "thought you'd never get here. I was running out of stupid dren to say."
She choked back a laugh. "And all those stories...?"
"Oh, they're real. I'm fahrbot, baby, have been since birth." He leaned closer, running his lips around the shell of her ear. "You know," John said softly, "Talyn's a big ship."
"Mmm. What's your point?"
"Do Peacekeepers understand christening things?"
Aeryn ignored the babble in her head from inadequate microbes and overwhelming sensations. She ran a hand down his thigh, squeezing slightly. "Christening?"
"Yeah, giving something a new name, a new purpose?"
She pulled away to look up at John. "Talyn already has a name."
He smiled and rubbed his nose against hers. "Humans like to christen the rooms in their houses. Every room. Often. Again and again."
Human nonsense. A fist squeezed around her heart when she looked at him and sent some of the love there pumping through her veins, invading every dench of her. "How?"
"Like this."