Epilogue to The Music Box
by Cerell
{Ok..ok...here's your bone shippers...so stop gnawing on my virtual leg... }
Aeryn found herself wandering the hallways. She still felt unsettled at having CeRell on Moya. Partly it was the disturbance of their unit. The Jerry Springer family as John put it, whatever that was. For they had definately evolved into a family. Surprisingly. She marveled at the feeling of belonging she had to this diverse group of aliens thrown together by circumstance and fate.
She knew what she needed, she needed to talk with John. She just needed to BE with him. Frell him anyways. Before he showed up she never needed to talk anything out. She never needed anyone or anything before. Just give her an assignment and she had been content. She sighed. Might as well give up and go see him. She knew from experience working out in the cargo room wouldn't dispel this antsy feeling. She hesitated at his doorway listening to overhear what he was doing. She called out but he didn't answer. Likely he couldn't hear her over the shower that was running. She went on in. His head and shoulders showed above the short shower wall. He was facing the back wall washing his hair. She stood beside the table fingering his gun. It was clean. She smiled. He was taking good care of his weapons. No surprise. They often sat together at the maintenance bay worktable cleaning and polishing them. Partly an excuse to be together, partly for the required maintenance. She smirked. The guns were cleaner by far than the cleanest gun she had ever seen aboard the peacekeeper command carrier. The shower turned off. John turned around and saw her. His face lit up with pleasure. She felt a warmth flush throughout her body in response.
"Hey." He smiled. "This is unexpected." He added warmly as he grabbed the towel and started to dry off.
"I felt like talking."
"Cool."
"Where does that expression come from?"
He wrapped the towel around his mid section and sat on the bed. The only place to sit in the barren cell. He motioned for her to sit beside him.
"My guess is it was to reflect the great feeling you get when you are over heated and a cool breeze cools you down. And like all the other earthisms, it's just something to say." He smiled at her.
"Cool." She grinned. She reached over and took his hand, entwining her fingers through his. His skin was softened from the shower and smelt of the fragrant skin cleaner they all used. She turned serious. "Do you really think it's wise to have CeRell aboard?"
"Yes and no. She is a dangerous entity. But if we can get her on 'our' side, she'll be a tremendous asset to us. She can help us avoid a lot of serious dren. Moya is a big ship. Lots of room."
"Yes, I guess so. Zhaan is with her right now. I heard them chanting as I came through the halls." She looked at their hands that were still clasped and their fingers slowly moving against the others as if their hands were having their own conversation through touch.
"Zhaan has been a little depressed since Stark's death."
John admitted seriously. "CeRell will take her mind off him. Give her something else to do besides just meditate."Aeryn agreed and smiled. "It's a good thing she is a priest. There's not much more for her to do on Moya."
"You know you weren't being fair today." He changed the subject after a long companionable silence. His head was tilted down watching their hands in their subtle ballet.
"Fair? We didn't cheat. Well, other than having more players."
"If you remember I vetoed getting my ass wiped across the floor, yet that's what ended up happening." He grinned at her looking up from under his eyelashes.
"I really couldn't help that." She smiled broadly. "The better team won. But I'm willing to concede the point." She leaned close to him and paused. "I guess I'll just have to even up the score." She brushed her lips against his.
He caressed her silken cheek with his lips, his hands cupping her head, running his hands through her luxurious hair. His lips trailed down her neck to nuzzle the hollow at her throat.
"Mmmm...you haven't showered yet."
"Are you saying I smell?" Aeryn couldn't quite believe he had said that. She felt a prick of irritation at his comment.
"It's a wonderful smell. A heady smell...I love it." he continued to nuzzle her neck and around her ear.
She instantly mellowed as he worked his magic on her body with his hands, lips and tongue. He unzipped her vest and sliding his hands down her arms, stood up taking her hands, pulled her to her feet. Puzzled she looked up at him her eyes dark with passion. He kissed her again, a long, slow, sultry kiss, his hands inching the vest from her. He backed her step by slow step to the shower.
Slowly he edged her clothes from her, stroking and kissing every inch of skin as it became exposed. Kicking the clothes out, dropping his towel, he turned on the shower. The water cascaded over her head and dripped off her curves. He lathered her body and hair slowly, treasuring the feel of her skin. She stood still, hands on the shower stall wall and back wall, bracing her trembling, weakened body. She had never experienced anything quite like this. Her mind was a jumble of feelings. Mostly pleasure. She never dreamed she could feel like this with Crichton. Certainly she never would have entertained sharing a shower much less the delicious things he was currently doing to her. With a final rinse he turned the shower off and dried her off. Wordlessly led her back to the bed, keeping eye contact as he slowly backed towards it.
He sat down and pulled her into his arms and rolled her down onto the mattress. He pushed the wet strands of hair from her face, taking joy in the sensations of his fingers stroking her velvet skin.
"Aeryn Sun. You are the best thing that's ever happened to me." He whispered as he gazed into her dark blue eyes. As sexually excited as he was, he marveled at how good it felt to simply lay above her, his skin touching hers from head to toe. Every inch of his body alive with feeling.
Aeryn stroked his face, running her hands through his short auburn hair. She felt overwhelmed with emotion as tears flooded her eyes. "John Crichton. I never knew I was capable of loving anyone as much or as deeply, as I love you."
John felt tears in his eyes as well. "Or to be loved as much as I love you." He murmured softly, his voice breaking with his deep emotion.
She nodded yes. And with that they proceeded to show each other how deep the mutual love was that they both felt.