Playing Hard to get 1

Written by: Donna
Disclaimer: The characters in this story are not mine, however hard I wish they are, they still belong to Jim Henderson, I am merely borrowing them to complete this fanfic
Rating: PG-13 language, adult situations.
Opinions: If you have criticism or praise please let me know by writing to me at donna__rose@hotmail.com.au
Thanks: I have no one to thank accept for the people who put farscape together. Thanks a lot guys!
Note: Enjoy, this is my first ever fanfic so don't expect it to be too good.
Summary: a bet drives John and Aeryn to disscover some interesting feelings!!!

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~1~
"Ouch," Aeryn yelled as she awoke from yet another of her awful dreams only to go to get out of bed and stand on top of another DRD. She hadn't had a good night's sleep for over a weeken because of the same dreams. One moment she'd be in a room groaning at the touch of John's hand and the next, it was back to reality. Now this would have been fine accept for the fact that the dreams were always there and every time she saw John in reality she blushed and turned away. Tonight she was angrier than usual, partly because she'd stubbed her toe on the DRD and partly because tonight's dream had been more in-depth that usual. She'd been standing alone on the terrace when John had entered and unrobed her, then in one swift movement he'd pushed her to the ground and then eased his way on top of her cooing gently in her ear. She had then taken charge and rolled over so that she was on top, next she'd traced lines up and down his body with her tongue. He'd invited her further on but moments later she woke up.
She stayed there for a while not wanting to go back to sleep then, deciding it was the best thing to do, she got out of bed and threw on an old T-shirt. She walked out the door and looked to her right, the next she knows she's on the ground next to John who was looking almost as red and flustered as she was.
Getting up, she shot a quick glare at him and then added, "Watch where you're going, you yotz." She then turned on her heel and disappeared down the corridor, she didn't even turn to see John's smirk as he eyed her naked legs, nor did she hear him mumble to himself, "Good evening to you too. Mmmm nice legs on her, even if she is an alien."

~2~
The next day both Aeryn and John were tired and angry. Everyone, but Rygel, became worried and Zhaan and D'Argo met in the main chamber to discuss the problem.
"I don't know what the problem is. They just didn't get much sleep last night, what does it matter to me?" D'Argo questioned Zhaan.
"Nothing really. It didn't bother me until my meditation time came and I asked Aeryn if she could finnish off the sweeping I was doing, I told her that I'd given myself to much to do in the arn and that it wouldn't take too long and then I looked up and found her nearly crying. When was the last time you saw a peace keeper cry?" Zhaan remarked with only the slightest trace of worry in her voice. "I think I'll try talking to her, maybe she is just having trouble sleeping, but I still think it's something more. Why don't you go and have a talk to John?" she said to D'Argo, she hoped he would, she always had had trouble understanding John's theories and thoughts, she hoped D'Argo would understand better that she did.
"Ok, I'll go and talk to him, but I'm not promising that I'll get the answers. Pilot, where's Crichton?" he asked
"He's back on the terrace, D'Argo, but he's asked not to be disturbed." Pilot said. "Thanks, Pilot. Happy Zhaan? I'm doing what you want." D'Argo said gruffly.
D'Argo stalked out of the room and headed towards the terrace, he soon arrived and saw Crichton lying on the ground breathing deeply his eyes half shut. "What are you doing, Crichton?" D'Argo questioned in his deep voice. Crichton jumped a foot in the air, "What? Oh, it's you, sorry, I was just having a rest, I'm a bit tired."
"Why? What kept you up?" D'Argo asked. Crichton groaned,"I've been having these dreams for a while and well they keep waking me up and after them I can never get back to sleep. I'm not sick, I just not not getting much sleep." Crichton said, dragging out the words slowly and with out expression.
"What are these dreams about?" D'Argo asked wanted to know. "They're sort of private but they're not bad they're good, some are very good, but I know the dreams could never happen." John answered.
"These dreams include Aeryn." D'Argo said. It was not a question it was a statement and John was blushing because of it. "Yes." he admitted, "She's in them, but what can I do about it I mean sure she's beautiful and all but she's a...... she's an alien for frells sake!" and with that he jumped up and, mumbling to himself, stormed away.

~3~
Meanwhile, Zhaan continued to search for Aeryn, she'd already checked most of the rooms and halls and was about to give up when she turned a corner and tripped over Aeryn who was sitting on the ground. Zhaan quickly apologized for running into her. Then she noticed Aeryn was not listening, she was resting her head in her hands and looked close to crying once again.
Zhaan shook her gently and when she looked up Zhaan said calmly, "What's the matter, you don't look well?" "wha.. Oh, it's nothing I just haven't been getting much sleep. Leave me alone, I'm okay." She replied in a dreamy voice. She looked away hoping that Zhaan hadn't seen the tear run down her face. "Why? Why haven't you been getting enough sleep? Are you sick?" Zhaan asked in a soothing voice. "No I'm not sick it's dreams they're personal and they're good but........"
"What? Do these dreams include Crichton?" She asked. "John's in all of them, I like the things I see but I'm afraid of them. I can never get back to sleep after them. It would be easier if John weren't as alien to me as he is. What I see is not possible and I should not see it." Aeryn cried unable to hold her emotion in any longer. "It's okay I can give you an ointment that will give you restless sleep, if you want I can leave it in your room. I can make it this afternoon. Do you want some?" Zhaan politely asked. Aeryn took her time but in the end answered, "Yes, now, please just leave me alone.

~4~
Zhaan was now no longer worried as she knew what the problem was and though it had a difficult solution it was curable. She returns to her lab and asks Pilot to tell D'Argo to meet her in her quarters in one arn, next she began to make the ointment