Martha bounces off of one of Moya's walls as she feels the ship accelerating. "What??" Groaning, she put her hand out to steady herself against the wall before stumbling, trying to regain her balance
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The pants come off first, and just like a good little girl she isn't wearing anything underneath them. He kisses her inner thigh and lets his tongue trail upward and then over, parting her thighs so he can lick between.
While his mouth is busy there, his hands unlace her top. He's gotten pretty good at doing that without looking, though he does warn her that he's only going to buy her velcro clothes from now on. She thinks he's kidding...
Martha makes happy noises as John's mouth and tongue suck on her inner thighs. She runs her hands through his hair, pushing it up into spikes all over his head.
In the shadows, a dark figure moves, shifting, getting comfortable out of sight.
John wants to fuck Martha, and he plans on it - but he feels almost like he's got something to make up for right now, so he takes his time bringing her off like this, using his fingers and his mouth.
Martha is two seconds away from coming when John thinks he hears something. His head jerks up, much to Martha's (loud and insistent) protesting. He glances around but Martha is squirming beneath him and he puts his attention back on her.
Crichton holds his breath as he watches his... clone? twin? go back to licking Martha open. He's rubbing himself through his leather pants when he watches Martha convulse and come right into John's open, waiting mouth.
"My turn now," John says, and yanks off his clothing. His cock is hard already and he positions himself, the thick head of his dick rubbing against her wet pussy before he slides all the way in. He finds her mouth with his and kisses her while he starts to fuck her.
The other Crichton knows he isn't supposed to be here. He's not supposed to be watching this. But part of him, some little tiny part of his mind, realizes how easy it would have been for the other man to leave with Aeryn... and if Martha's John had left, then the other Crichton - Aeryn's John - would be Martha's now and it would all be backwards.
He can see how he would have fallen for Martha. He'd been able to see that from the start, from her sense of humor and her smile... but seeing this feels like he's getting the whole picture.
Groaning, Martha latches down on the tendon that runs down John's neck, nibbling and sucking on it. Her fingernails dig into his back as she encourages him on.
"Come on, fuck me baby, you know how I like it. Fuck my pussy."
"Yeah, I'm fucking you, just like you like." He whispers in her ear. He lifts himself up so that he's on his knees, his upper body covering hers and starts to thrust harder into her.
Martha lets her head drop back as she whines, her ass moving as she goes with him.
Panting, she squeezes her knees around him, and rolls him over, her hair spilling around her as she smirks down at him. "Mmm, lookie here," she laughs as she begins to move her hips slowly, riding him nice and easy.
Chuckling, Martha leans over, pushing her chest into John's hands as she holds herself up. Going slowly, Martha lets her pussy ride up nice and slow until just the tip of his cock is left in her before slowly sliding back down until he's all in her again.
"Mmm, so good baby," she purrs, rocking her hips again.
"You feel so good," John responds. "Like fucking yourself on me, huh? Like the way my cock feels?"
Other John is practically blushing. It's not that he doesn't have the same penchant for dirty talk that his double does, but Aeryn's more the silent type - both in bed and out. She's not afraid to let him know how to touch her and what she wants, but she is... well, stoic is the only way Other John can think to put it, as unsexy as that sounds.
"Mmhm," Martha agrees with relish, tipping her head back and going a bit faster, pleasing herself on him. "You feel nice and good in me. Make me feel all nice and full, stretching me..."
While his mouth is busy there, his hands unlace her top. He's gotten pretty good at doing that without looking, though he does warn her that he's only going to buy her velcro clothes from now on. She thinks he's kidding...
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In the shadows, a dark figure moves, shifting, getting comfortable out of sight.
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He can see how he would have fallen for Martha. He'd been able to see that from the start, from her sense of humor and her smile... but seeing this feels like he's getting the whole picture.
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"Come on, fuck me baby, you know how I like it. Fuck my pussy."
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Panting, she squeezes her knees around him, and rolls him over, her hair spilling around her as she smirks down at him. "Mmm, lookie here," she laughs as she begins to move her hips slowly, riding him nice and easy.
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"Mmm, so good baby," she purrs, rocking her hips again.
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Other John is practically blushing. It's not that he doesn't have the same penchant for dirty talk that his double does, but Aeryn's more the silent type - both in bed and out. She's not afraid to let him know how to touch her and what she wants, but she is... well, stoic is the only way Other John can think to put it, as unsexy as that sounds.
And Martha is obviously anything but.
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