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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.