About Frelling Time

By Pixie

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All was quiet in the part of the ship where John and Aeryn sat huddled together.

"Come on, you need to sleep, you've been through a lot," Aeryn stated, shifting John slightly to look him in the eye.

"Not tired," he pronounced, sounding a bit like a petulant child. Aeryn shook her head slightly.

[Such a boy,] she thought.

"No complaints, or I'll sling you over my shoulder and bring you there anyway."

Despite his previous sad demeanor, a cheeky grin appeared on his lips at her threat. He knew she would do it too, but he didn't care.

[Most definitely a boy,] Aeryn thought as she gently mussed his short hair. She stood up and offered her hand to help him up. He took it and got to his feet, following the tall woman, an expression reminiscent of a whipped puppy on his face.

Aeryn glanced beside herself at the vulnerable-looking man. She couldn't believe that this normally cocky, self-centred pain-in-the-ass could be like this. She wanted more than ever to pull him in to her arms and smother him against her, and not because she was ready to kill him, like usual.

The former Peacekeeper chuckled internally. They certainly had a love-hate relationship, that was for sure. They drove each other nuts, but in the end, they somehow managed to balance the other out. They were, what John had once explained to the crew, yin and yang. It had seemed a tad silly at the time to her, but pondering their relationship, it started to make some sense. Funny thing was, like yin and yang, they seemed eternally joined together, never truly able to separate, no matter how much either of them revolted against their feelings.

They entered John's room and Aeryn gave him a gentle nudge with her hands, leading him to his bed. He immediately lay down, boots still on. Aeryn shook her head at his continued childishness, then removed the boots, tossing them to the floor. She pulled a blanket over him, and as she went to pull her hand away, he grabbed hold of it.

Although he didn't hold it all that tightly, Aeryn felt she couldn't pull it away.

"Stay. Just for a little while."

Aeryn felt a few alarm bells going off. She was highly attracted to this man, and being so close to him...okay, she had held him a few times, but this was different. The whole angle of their bodies would change it. The potential for more than just holding, while appealing, was not something she wanted to do right now. At least not while he was in this state.

"John.." she began, but Crichton cut her off.

"Please."

One simple word, and she was down for the count. How is a Sebacean supposed to resist a Human in need? How could *this* Sebacean resist the plea of the Human before her?

Doing as he asked, she lay down beside him. To her surprise, he simply curled himself in to her, laying his head on her chest.

[Goddess, what has that bastard done to you?] she thought angrily. She found herself stroking his head in comfort. She closed her eyes momentarily, breathing deeply as she took in his scent. It was musky, like usual, but..there was something else there. A stronger scent that seemed to diminish the more she held him.

"Aeryn," John stated, a bit muffled against her chest.

She opened her eyes. "Yes?"

"Thank you."

Twice in as many minutes John Crichton had managed to suprise her. Aeryn stared at the top of his head.

"Why?"

John moved himself so that he could look her in the eye. "Just because."

Aeryn raised an eyebrow at his response. "You Humans have the strangest logic."

Crichton managed a smile at her teasing, then returned to his previous position, closing his eyes.

Aeryn finally let her own eyelids drop closed, relaxing at the quiet of the ship and the gentle breathing of the sleeping former astronaut.

Just as suddenly as she fell in to sleep, she was awake again. John was thrashing about like he had been earlier, but this time he was hitting her. She moved to get out of his way, but their legs had become entwined, making it impossible for the moment. Instead, she grabbed hold of his arms, at first shouting at him to stop, then, when she realized he was still asleep, shaking him to wake up.

Finally his eyes opened, a wild panic in them. As soon as he saw Aeryn's face, he stopped his movements, but still twitched, his eyes continuing to show his fear as his breathing came in gasps. Aeryn got that scent again, and this time she knew that it was his fear. She let go of his arms and softly caressed his face, attempting to calm him again.

"I..I saw him..heard him...he was here..."

"No, no John, Scorpius is not here, I am..only me. He's dead, you said so yourself."

John got a somewhat confused expression. "No..I'm not so sure any more..."

Aeryn pulled him close, stroking his hair. She could feel his heart beating wildly. "Just a terrible dream, one that will never come true. He's gone, John, he won't hurt you any more."

She held him for a while, then relaxed her grip. John stayed there though, feeling safer like this. Aeryn didn't complain though, it was actually nice.

[Getting soft,] she teased herself.

His breathing slowed, and she could feel his heartbeat steady. John moved again, laying his head more on her shoulder now. His lips touched her bare neck, and Aeryn closed her eyes. Memories flooded back to her, a stolen kiss when so close to death, the feelings that had rushed through her body, giving her the impression that her entire body was tingling. How the hezmana was she going to make it through the 'little while' that John wanted her to stay without taking advantage of him?

Crichton made that decision for her by actually kissing the base of her neck. For a microt she thought it was him moving again, but the pressure most definitely was greater than it had been previously. She couldn't fathom why he would be kissing her. Not that she didn't know he was attracted to her, but it just..didn't seem like the right time. Not when his mind was the way it was currently.

Despite these thoughts that were running through her mind, it didn't stop her from being turned on by what he was doing. Aeryn opened her eyes and tilted her head to look at him. He seemed to ignore her movements and continued.

"John," she gasped out when he used his tongue to trace the outside of her earlobe.

"Mm?"

"What are you doing?"

"I would have thought it was obvious." He gazed at her, a cheeky grin on his face.

Aeryn's expression turned from aroused to concerned. His change in attitude from frightened boy to seducer was too abrupt. She pushed him off her, then saw his hurt expression.

"What'd I do now?"

"It's not right," she stated forcefully, getting up from the bed. John sat up, trying to stare her down.

"Why?"

"Why!?" Aeryn began to pace, trying to work out the arousal that remained. "Because, you're not well, that's why."

The former Peacekeeper was surprised to hear John laugh at her response. She watched as he fell on to his back on the bed again, laughing loudly.

"What's so funny?" she queried, worrying even more as he continued to laugh.

"You," he replied, finally stopping his laughter.

Aeryn gave him a mildly annoyed look. "That explains a lot. You Humans..."

John raised his hand, giving her a mock-warning look. "Ah, ah, ah, no insulting my race this time, thank you very much."

"You didn't seem to mind before," she countered, a smile beginning to form on her lips.

Crichton got off the bed and approached her. "That was then, this is now." He stopped right in from of the Sebacean, eye to eye with her.

She found herself breathing deeper, taking in his scent once again, but this time, there was little fear, only the smell of desire.

John's expression softened a bit, but his need was still evident as his face was flushed with heat. He ran his tongue over his lips, seemingly in nervousness, but Aeryn found it enticing.

"Aeryn...I know you think I..can't handle things much right now, but I can. I'm not some fragile flower..Frell, I sound like some romance novel."

Aeryn looked mildly confused at the last of his comments, but quickly forgot about it as John laid a hand on her neck, running his thumb up and down it.

"I want this..I want you...I..."

Aeryn placed her hand gently over his mouth. "You know you don't..."

"..don't have to say it, yeah, I know. But I want to."

"It's really that important to you?"

He smiled. "Yeah, it is."

She returned his smile, which eased some of his nervousness. He put his other hand up on the other side of her neck and took a deep breath. Aeryn couldn't help thinking how adorable he was when he was nervous.

"Aeryn Sun, I think I'm in love with you. Actually, I think I love you, but, well, considering the way my brain is lately...you can understand..."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Aeryn felt a wave of nervousness wash over her. Did he expect her to reciprocate? Maybe she should...

"John, I.."

This time John put his hand over her mouth. "Don't say it unless you mean it."

Aeryn contemplated his words before she said anything more. How did she feel about the frustrating Human? Did her feelings run as deeply as his? She had never actually spent time thinking about it, it wasn't the Peacekeeper way. Action, rather than thought, was more important. But now, even though more than anything she wanted to throw him down on the bed and ravish him, she knew that she couldn't. Not after what he had just told her.

"I'm not really certain what I feel, John. I believe I care for you...no, I do care for you...just more than that..." Her expression became pained, but Crichton smiled at her, caressing her cheek with the back of his hand. Aeryn sighed. "Why does it have to be so complicated?"

"Because, that's what makes us..." he paused, about to say 'Human', but changed tacks, "..alive. Just be honest with me, and maybe it can be a little less complicated."

John ran a hand through her hair then put it behind her neck, resting it there while his fingers played with her hair. Aeryn sighed with pleasure, feeling herself relax once again.

Goddess, it was always the little things he did that she..loved? Yes, she loved the way he touched her, the way he kissed her. It may seem trite to some if she told them, but no Sebacean male had ever been so gentle, or aggravating, with her as Crichton had. And she actually rather enjoyed that difference he had. Not that there wasn't something to be said for immediate reaction to a situation, but it was good to have someone who would take a little time to actually think.

[I'm as soft as..what did John call those? Marshmallows. Yes, that's it. Of course, the fact that he seems to find me so..edible shouldn't make me complain,] Aeryn thought wickedly.

John had returned to using his mouth to trace her contours, starting at the top. He seemed determined to find every erotically charged part of her body, causing Aeryn to chuckle internally. Since her senses were heightened in comparison to his, basically her whole body could be considered an erogenous zone. She was barely holding herself back most of the time whenever he touched her, and right now she was highly considering relinquishing control and taking over this seduction.

To help things along, Aeryn began moving them toward the bed. John willingly backed up, then fell back on the bed once his legs hit the edge. The Sebacean climbed on the bed, straddling him, knees on either side of his waist. Crichton lay there for a moment, looking up at her, his need increasing. Her eyes gleamed almost predatorially, a feral smile gracing her lovely lips, her raven-black hair now tumbled messily over her shoulders. If he didn't know any better, John thought he should be afraid, but right now, all he could think of was that he wanted this woman to do whatever she wanted to him. And boy, was he gonna enjoy it.

Aeryn took hold of John's left hand, kissing each finger. She turned the hand around, placing a delicate kiss on the palm, then the wrist. He sighed happily, then let out a moan as she made her way down his arm, stopping at the elbow. Her mouth worked at the crease there, eliciting groans of approval from her seductee. He had never figured that area could be so...arousing.

As Aeryn moved to the other hand she could feel evidence of that building arousal, and this made her smile all the more. Normally sex was nothing more than a tension releaser amongst the Peacekeepers, so she hadn't had much opportunity to try out various seduction techniques. She was glad now that they had been found while trapped in the Flax, or else their first time together wouldn't have been as fulfilling.

She let go of his right arm, finished her exploration of it. John's arms felt heavy, his whole body beginning to throb with expectation as she slowly pushed up his top. She began by tickling his navel with the tip of her tongue, slowly circling it, making him shudder as a shiver ran up his spine.

Crichton felt like he was ready to explode, and very much on the verge of begging the temptress to just rip his clothes off and have him inside her. Not that she seemed likely to listen to him right now.

Aeryn pushed the shirt up further and over his head, removing it, then throwing it aside to join his boots on the floor. She returned to straddling him, but this time, her smile was more of seduction than predatorial. She sat lightly on the tops of his thighs, then reached down, taking one of his hands in each of hers. They entwined their fingers, and as she leaned her upper body forward, she pushed his arms up. John watched her as she got closer, groaning pleasurably as she slid her hands down his arms, goosebumps forming on the skin as she held them in place as she lay fully on top of him. He was getting the full view down her top now, much to his enjoyment, and frustration. He could see, but not touch.

All that was forgotten momentarily as Aeryn hovered her lips over his, seductively brushing them together without really touching. John flicked out his tongue, trying to coax her to even closer contact. She did as he wanted and brought them in to full contact, sending tingles through both their bodies. The kiss started slow, but soon became eager and exploratory once they opened their mouths. Their tongues tasted and teased, eliciting appreciative moans from them both.

Crichton fought to free his captured arms. He didn't know how much longer he could stand not being able to touch her. Aeryn pulled back from the kiss to catch her breath, and John took the opportunity.

"Please, let me touch you."

His plea brought a beautiful smile to Aeryn's face, and she did as he asked. Before she knew it, he pulled her back in to his embrace, kissing her hard. He rolled them so that he was now on top. She was surprised at his sudden ferocity, but at the same time, she was loving it.

As they continued to kiss, hands fought to further undress the other. Neither could really claim victory as they would never be able to determine who had removed what, so hurried was their need to be naked.

John nor Aeryn said anything, just looked in to each other's eyes. He felt his heart skip a beat at the look of raw need in her eyes. He took a moment to take in her beauty. Her hair framing her now delicate-looking face, her lips red from the rough embrace they had just shared, her tongue slipping out briefly to wet them. He couldn't help but be amazed that this woman could want him.

While John looked her over, Aeryn did her own fair share of perusing. The previous thoughts of him being a boy were long thrown out the window. The feel of his well-built body under her fingers thrilled her. She noticed how he closed his eyes whenever she caressed just the right spot, his lips forming a little 'o' and his face flushed pink.

Keeping eye contact, Crichton slowly entered her. He then lay on top of her for a moment, just enjoying being joined with her. He was running through a gamut of feelings that he'd never experienced.

Then he felt her move below him, and instinct took over. Aeryn rolled them back over, leaving her on top. She sat up, and John's hands caressed her thighs, then reached around to her ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. She took hold of his hands and entwined them with hers again. She slowed the movement of her hips and leaned forward, once again trapping his arms above his head.

"Not..so..fast.." she gasped out.

To John's surprise, she stopped all movement and began to kiss him, starting with the neck.

[She's out to kill me,] he thought as she nibbled on his right earlobe, grinding her hips gently down, then lifting them up slightly.

Aeryn continued her slow motions, enjoying the feel, taste, and smell of him. Her senses brought words to her mind as she enjoyed John. Sex. Desire. Passion. And most intoxicating of all, his need for her. She knew how close he was to release, but she too wanted to be fully satisfied.

She flicked her tongue over his nipples and John drew in a hissing breath. Still using her tongue, she traced the outlines of his upper chest, momentarily relinquishing hold of his arms as she moved down a bit further. He of course took this chance to pull her back up, rolling over again as he kissed her intensely.

On top now, John began to thrust his hips with eager passion. Aeryn finally let instinct take over as his hands caressed her body, all rational and coherent thought finally gone from her mind.

...kissing..thrusting..whimpers..moans..oh..such..sweet..ecstasy...

They lay together for a few minutes, bodies spent of all energy. John then withdrew and rolled them sideways, holding her close.

Once she found a bit of energy, Aeryn moved her head and kissed John softly. He smiled sweetly, and she did the same.

"So, do you always have to be on top?" he teased.

She growled mockingly at him, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Only when certain males need to be taught a bit of control."

John laughed. "I have control...just not when it comes to you." He added the last as she gave him a disbelieving look. To prove his point, he ran his hands down her back, over her ass, then to her thighs, taking hold of them and pulling her closer once again.

Crichton started moving his hips again, gently thrusting against her. Aeryn moaned, still feeling sensitive from their recent love-making. He kissed her lips quickly, then moved on to her eyes, nose, lips again, chin, and finally neck. He concentrated on that as their bodies moved together, heightening their desire once again.

[This is heaven,] he thought, stopping for a moment to look in Aeryn's eyes, her feelings for him laid bare right then and there. He kissed her passionately and she responded eagerly as they worked themselves in to a frenzy all over again.

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D'Argo made his way down the corridor to John's room. He had finally given in to Chiana's proddings and was trying to find Crichton and Aeryn. He figured they'd be together, they almost seemed inseparable these last few weekens, which wasn't a surprise. It was obvious to anyone with eyes that they had a strong attraction to each other.

He turned a corner and heard soft moaning. As he got closer to John's room, he realized it was coming from there. He then heard a feminine cry and decided to turn back. It was more than obvious now what was going on.

"About frelling time," he commented quietly to himself as he walked back in the opposite direction.

 

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