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[just_a_soldier]

It was a cool morning; just enough of a snap to the air that it got you out of bed and awake. Of course, Aeryn Sun was already awake. 06:00 every day, it had gotten to be her new schedule. Wash, run, forget, wash some more, back to bed until John got up. That way he never knew she was gone and he couldn't ask her why she insisted on punishing

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[i_heart_winona]

He liked sleep. He always had, from early mornings in Florida where his mother would gently wake him every five minutes until she finally hauled him out of bed, to being an adult and never getting to work earlier than nine am.

Of course, when your father was that famous astronaut, you could get away with a lot.

Moya was always so alive, everything made a noise. He'd try to sleep in there until the last possible moment, but it was always too early still. Some days, when Aeryn crawled out of bed before him, he could just press his nose into her pillow and breath her scent in till sleep claimed him again.

It was what he'd done here, right now. She'd left and he'd gravitated towards her pillow, snuggling it close, because it was the next best thing to Aeryn herself.

This is the way she found him, clutching to her pillow and snoring softly.

John Crichton wakes for no one (Unless they bother him).

[just_a_soldier]

On her side. Typical. He had always been bad at taking hints. When she nudged him with her knee, the intent was to herd him back to the other side. She didn't actually expect it to work.

[i_heart_winona]

He wrapped his hand around her knee as she nudged him, suggesting that he was not truly asleep!

He tugged on the leg attached to the knee, in hopes that he'd bring her down to him.

[just_a_soldier]

Like the great Aeryn Sun would ever be lowered to his hoo-man level. Impossible.

"Move over." She commanded, doing a wonderful job of keeping her balance while attempting to wiggle her leg from his grasp. Mucky Crichton hands were not made for leather trousers.

[i_heart_winona]

He didn't let go. His hands just drew her in, sliding up her leg until he curved up to her waist and tugged her down as he scooted over.

His eyes were still shut. Shhh.

[just_a_soldier]

Aeryn smiled, allowing him to pull her fowards she folded her legs behind her, settling her butt on her ankles.

"You --" She kissed the spot just below John's ear, whispering breath that tickled the skin there. "--are very bad at faking."

[i_heart_winona]

He snorted at the tickling sensation, itching to rub his neck against his shoulder, but making himself not move.

John cracked an eye open and slid his hand up to her face, pushing hair out of the way. "No idea what you're talking about, sweet thang."

His voice cracked slightly with disuse, but the sleepy smile is as sloppy as ever.

[just_a_soldier]

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, John Crichton." The challenge was there, flashed in blue-grey eyes for less than a microt. The eyes softened in the face of the following smile. It melted her ice, just like it melted her heart.

He was her favourite weakness.

Her fingers smoothed over the hard edge of his shoulder, feeling the muscle there. It was something familiar and soothing, she never tired of tracing his lines.

"Good morning, I believe, is the phrase humans like to use in this instance."

[i_heart_winona]

He stretched, under her hand, twisting in a weird sort of way.

"Morning is too difficult to comprehend." He told her as he fell back into the previous position he was in. "But you're quite a vision to wake up to. So good morning indeed."

[just_a_soldier]

Yes. A sweat-soaked, tired, haggard sort of vision. Nonetheless she appreciated him saying so.

"It's almost seven" She reminded him, standing up. Calloused fingers worked at the button of her trousers and she slid them to the floor. Aeryn stepped out of them, folded them and placed them nearby, frowning at him. "Only one more arn in bed, at the most."

[i_heart_winona]

"Yes, dear." John muttered, burying his head under his pillow (but not before giving Aeryn's lack of trousers an appreciative glance).

[just_a_soldier]

Having been appeased, for the moment, the Peacekeeper climbed onto the bed, stretching her legs out on top of the covers.

"Plans for today?" There was something strange about the way she said it, a narrowing of the eyes, or tension in her voice. It meant more than the words.

[i_heart_winona]

He tensed. He moved to lay on top of his pillow this time and sighed, blinking up at the ceiling. "I'm not going anywhere. But I can't stay forever, Aeryn. You know that."

You can ask it of him, but he would never be able to promise you. And if he did, it'd be a lie.

[just_a_soldier]

"I know." Her throat tightened.

Saying it didn't change anything. The same conversation over and over didn't change anything. Yet she had to change things, or he would die again.

"I'm just asking." As much as she wanted to touch him right now - comfort him like she had in the past - when it came to this there was an invisible wall between them.

[i_heart_winona]

He sat up, rubbing his eyes for a moment, the sheet falling to his waist. "Aeryn, what do you want me to do?"

He'll take it into account. And formulate his own plan. and he'll die. She can't stop it.

[just_a_soldier]

"Live." One simple answer. One simple solution. All it took was one frelling blast of radation.