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Nov 11, 2011 12:59

Fandom: Farscape
Pairing: John/Aeryn
Chapter Rating: NC-17. I mean, it's about "John's Module" for heaven's sake.
Note: Part of my Everything's Linked Entry for Farscapeland.

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The door to Moya’s hangar wooshed open, prompting John to spin around in surprise. He was even more surprised to see Aeryn standing on the other side of the open door, her hand still on the control, looking as hesitant as he’d ever seen her look… She was generally not one for hesitation, his Aeryn. John could understand her insecurity, though - they’d not seen much of each other since the little session they’d had in the halls of Moya after the whole debacle with Talikaa, ‘clarifying’ the state of things between them. It had been a great moment for John, but the inability to follow up in more depth had been frustrating, for both of them no doubt, and right at this moment, Aeryn looked like she was feeling even more uncertain than she had been before that moment.

He felt his expression soften as he looked at her. Olivia had been more right than she knew. It wasn’t just his lips that went soft when he looked at her. It was everything. His eyes, his heart, his thoughts… Well, everything with one notable exception. His cock most definitely took the opposite tack with Aeryn, and within microts he felt that familiar tightening, and he shook his head, and leaned back against his ship trying to distract himself from it.

“Aeryn, hey… What’s up?” He gestured to the comms, an unnecessary reminder of the bind they were in. “I was just going to do some work on my module…” She stood still in the doorway, but looked furtively to the side for a quick moment, as though hashing things out one last time with a conscientious advisor, whispering guidance into her ear. John wondered briefly whether it was a little Aeryn Angel or an Aeryn Devil there whispering to her. Whichever it was, it quickly convinced her of the wisdom of its advice. Her lips pursed in resolve, the look in her eyes returned to that steely certainty he knew so well, and she stepped through the hatch, powering the door shut behind her. She walked purposefully towards him, stopping only when she was toe-to-toe with him. He certainly didn’t move away from her, and he thought he saw relief in her features at that fact - and maybe amusement?

Then, she hooked a finger in the waistband of his leather pants, and the amusement definitely was evident. She cocked her head, moving it actually closer to the comm, if anything, and said quite clearly “Well everyone else is otherwise engaged, and I haven’t got much going on… I could help you work on the ‘module’ if you want?” As she spoke, her fingers trailed slowly down his left thigh, and then curled and traced back up his inner thigh, her palm finally massaging quite confidently the module of what she spoke. The only response John was capable of was somewhere between a yelp and a gasp and a ‘hallelujah praise heaven oh thank you lord’. Aeryn, smiling, used her free hand to put a finger to her lips and then gesture towards her comm, mimicking her earlier gesture. Then she leaned forward, closing the distance between them, and pressed her lips to his in a gentle kiss. Her hand, which had just an instant ago started engines on the module now returned to the waistband of John’s pants, this time tugging upward on his shirt, and freeing a spot for her hand to slide underneath the shirt. Her hand brushed up John’s lower stomach, making him shiver with pleasure, then up and then along John’s side. Slowly it came to a rest on John’s ribcage, still kneading slightly - she was clearly enjoying the feel of the well-muscled body beneath her hand.

She leaned back a little and looked at him questioningly. “Well?”

He just starred at her in amazement, and wonder. Every time he thought Aeryn couldn’t take his breath away one more time, she proved him wrong. He grinned at her. She wanted to make mischief, that was A-OK with him. “Yeah Aeryn, that would be great… I’d love your help with the module. Working on it alone has gotten pretty boring - I think maybe a new touch would really help things out a lot."

She grinned at that, and his heart tightened in his chest as she gripped the other end of his half freed shirt to peel it off him. Aeryn Sun’s grin was like a frelling unicorn - one of the rarest and most wonderful things in the universe, something only a tragic few would ever see, and it still blew his mind that he was one of them. Man, did he love her.

John’s shirt was tossed carelessly to the floor, and Aeryn’s hands were quickly back on him. As she ran her hands across his pecs and up over his powerfully muscled shoulders, John reached into the sliver of space between their hips to undo her pants, then worked his hands behind her. He slid his fingers down the little bit of space he’d freed to grip at her unbelievable ass, and pulled her tight against him. Forget ‘working on the module’, the frelling thing was ready to take off. Her kisses drifted from his lips, along his chin, down his neck, a little extra tongue and teeth at that spot right where his pulse raced explosively under the thin vulnerable skin. “Aw, baby…” he breathed. Without ceasing her ministrations, she raised a hand and pressed a finger to his lips. He kissed it adoringly, before it fell away, her attention elsewhere.

His initial surprise had turned into pure grade-A lust, and John was ready to take a little more control over the situation, so he tightened his grip on Aeryn’s ass, pulling her even harder against him, and then spinning them, so that now it was her back pressed against Farscape One- and her front against the module, John thought, grinning against her lips.

Both of them became frustrated by the lack of skin to skin contact, and now, without a break in the kissing, albeit with a struggle in coordination, pants and vests and pulse rifles joined John’s discarded shirt. John loved the feeling of her sweat slicked breasts pressing against his chest. His cock pressed hard against her thigh now, and that felt amazing, too… Then she reached down and rubbed up the length of his cock, and he thought he might explode right there in her hand.

“John…” she breathed, and he didn’t need her to say anything more. He reached under her glorious ass, and hefted her up the side of Farscape One. He stepped forward a little more to brace her, she wrapped those long legs around his waist, and then reached down, grabbed his cock, and guided it into her.

She’d been with Talyn John, he knew… But Talyn John, wasn’t him, and he - he’d been aching for this for over an cycle - this hot heat wrapped around him, this gorgeous black hair tickling his brow as he lowered his face to her collarbone. Her hands roamed restlessly, fingers softly playing through his hair. They needn’t have worried about the comms at that point, because John had no more words with which to give their game away now.

Slowly she slid down his length, until he was buried in her up to the hilt. He breathed hard against her soft skin for a moment, revelling in the sensation, and then he began to thrust. The feeling was beyond description, beyond comprehension, beyond frelling hope. It was too much, too powerful, and in only a few thrusts, he knew he was about to come, and wouldn’t take her over the edge with him. He tried desperately to slow down, to gain a little control, but the second she felt him start to back off, she pulled his head tighter against her, and whispered wetly in his ear, “John…”

And with that, the game was lost. One more powerful thrust, and he came hard inside of her, quivering, and lost, and found, and finally home. He was lost in the sensation, hips jerking, out of his mind with pleasure, until the quivering of his thighs brought him slowly back to reality. He felt her heart thudding beneath his ear, felt her hitching, unsteady breaths. Slowly, clutching her tight, like she was the only right thing in his universe, he lowered them gently to the ground.

They came to rest, limbs entangled, against the module’s landing gear. Both breathed heavily, neither attempted to speak. They simply enjoyed the feeling of unfettered closeness, of being totally wrapped up in the other. They spent several moments like that, his forehead pressed into the nape of her neck, her arms tight around him, tracing slow circles on his back, him just breathing her in.

Finally, when their breathing had slowed, and their heart rates settled, she slowed her gentle caresses, and one hand came to his face. He acknowledged the significance of her touch by sitting slightly more upright, and looking at her with a slightly bashful, mostly loving smile. She returned it easily.

“Well, I’d say that we worked pretty well together, eh Crichton?”

He huffed a laugh.

“Yeah, you got a point, Aeryn. Module hasn’t run like that in a long time…”

She bit back a laugh, and gently caressed his cheek. “I’m glad I could help. I do have a special fondness for the module, you know? Maybe I could help again…”

His hand gripped hers, and he pressed his cheek against their interlocked fingers. “Anytime, Aeryn. But maybe next time, we could do a little work on the Prowler?”

Aeryn couldn’t help herself, she laughed at this. “I think we could do that John - But the Prowler, she requires quite a bit of maintenance… You sure you’re up for it?”

One last time before they had to return to the demands of the real world, he leaned forward, and laughing against her mouth, kissed her fiercely.

“Oh Officer Sun… Believe me, I’m ready to die trying.”

THE END

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