In His Pants
By Camille Martina
Disclaimer: Farscape belongs to Jim Henson Co., Number Nine Australia and Sci-Fi Channel. No copyright infringement is intended.
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Author's notes: Thank you Sarah, both for nagging me to write this and for beta-reading the final product. Feedback is appreciated... at above email address
Chiana sauntered out of the command, casting a look over her shoulder before heading down the hall past Aeryn and Crichton without further comment. D'Argo followed on her heels, equally oblivious to his shipmates' presence in the corridor.
"Well, they certainly seem to be readjusting well," Aeryn observed in the wake of the departing Luxan and Nebari. One glance at D'Argo's expression as he hurried after Chiana was enough to confirm her suspicions about where they were headed. A part of her envied the ease with which her two shipmates had become close. Right now, with the memory of wrestling playfully with Crichton so fresh, Aeryn couldn't quite fathom why she was so reluctant to give in to the desires of her body. His primitive ways and incomprehensible human-ness, her painful past and fear-- they all seemed so inconsequential in comparison to the way she felt when his arms were around her.
"Yeah. They say you have to walk a mile in someone's shoes to understand them," Crichton commented from the other side of the hallway. Did humans have a saying for every occasion, she wondered, or was that unique to Crichton?
She looked at the human, a retort coming instantly to mind. "Well, I certainly know what you were doing while you were in *my* shoes," she teased, unable to resist another jibe at his expense.
"Give me a break," he sighed. Aeryn knew he was embarrassed about being caught "examining" her breasts while he was in her body. She had been embarrassed, too, seeing his display, especially in the company of the Nebari. Embarrassed and angry-- and slightly amused in spite of herself. But as she had continued to watch his obvious appreciation of her body and his almost reverent caress of her skin, she had felt something respond in the small Hynerian body she had worn. When he had moaned "Oh, Mama!" as his fingers found her nipples, she had wanted nothing more than to be back in her body again, rather than unwilling voyeur. With some effort, she shifted her thoughts back to the present.
"It's okay," she conceded, laughing. "It's okay, you know?" She hoisted herself to her feet. "You were in my shoes, I was in your pants...." The last she said as casually as possible, letting it hang in the space between them.
"Excuse me?" he asked, surprised.
Aeryn glanced at him over her shoulder so that he did not mistake her meaning. When his expression changed subtly, indicating his comprehension, she raised her eyebrows in invitation then turned towards the main corridor. Perhaps she would regret this later, but for now she knew what she wanted. Apparently the human did not require further clarification. He scrambled to his feet and sprinted to catch up with her as she headed towards his quarters.
***
As they rounded the corner near his quarters, Crichton leaned towards her, his face a mere dench from her ear as they continued to walk.
"You know," he ventured, his tone so low that it was almost a whisper, "if you wanted to get into my pants, all you had to do was ask." He drew out the last word into a teasing hiss. "Nicely," he added.
"Is that right?" Aeryn palmed the door control and stepped inside. She enjoyed this teasing-- "flirting" as Crichton called it-- and she could feel her excitement building as he reacted to her words. She turned to face him and found him close behind her. "I could say 'I'd like to be in your pants now,' and you would oblige, just like that?" She raised an eyebrow to convey skepticism.
"Just like that," he confirmed, working both of his hands into hers and stroking her palms with his thumbs. A small gasp escaped her lips at the sensation. "A more subtle approach would probably work, too. Like this...." His lips slid across hers, tasting her lazily. He released her hands and tangled his own under her ponytail as he deepened the kiss.
"But there's no mention of pants," she pointed out, somewhat breathlessly, as he broke the kiss. "I believe 'pants' were the specific aim of the request."
"I think I'd figure that out, Aeryn," he replied, his blue eyes dancing with amusement.
"I'm not so certain, Crichton. Humans can be so slow-witted sometimes." She stepped towards him so that their bodies touched. "I think my message would be better served if I were more direct with my needs." She placed her hands on his hips, sliding them to his backside, admiring the feel of smooth leather over firm muscle. After a microt, she slipped her hands under the waistband of his pants and undergarment until she felt skin. His eyes widened in surprise as her hands roamed. She kissed him again, this time barely grazing his lips. "You see?" she asked, hovering only a fraction of a dench from his face. "Much clearer communication."
"Much...clearer," he confirmed. For once, the human appeared to be having trouble forming words. Instead of replying further, he kissed her again, his tongue probing her mouth with both urgency and delicacy. She smoothed her hands across his back, guiding him towards the bed. All flirting aside, she was suddenly quite anxious to be inside his pants again.
She had meant exactly what she had implied about having been "in his pants". After what she had witnessed earlier, it had only seemed fair. She hadn't been prepared for how erotic the experience would be. Touching his body in secret was exciting, but compounded with the sensations that her touch had evoked.... The excitement had almost been overwhelming, yet frustrating. With Crichton in Rygel's body, there was no way to satisfy her needs.
But now Crichton was Crichton and she was in her own body again. The only problem that remained was that they were both wearing too many clothes. Gliding her hands down his sides to his waist, she pulled his shirt free and tugged it over his head. Discarding the shirt, she removed both of their utility belts as well as her holster and laid them by the side of the bed, making certain that her gun remained within reach. Turning back to face him, she met his deep blue gaze and slowly unzipped her vest, smiling as his eyes left hers to follow the movement of her hands. Leaving the vest unzipped but still in place, she stepped towards him again.
"They're all yours," she said, amusement and anticipation coloring her voice. He grinned, a slight hint of blush creeping into his cheeks. With the same reverence that she had witnessed in the maintenance conduit earlier, he brushed his hands across her collarbones, snagging the vest gently and pulling it down her arms. His undisguised rapture with her body only fueled the heat she felt in anticipation of his touch, the touch she had only been able to witness before. He stared at her breasts for a few microts then cupped them gently with the palms of his hands, teasing her nipples until she shivered with sensation. *Oh, Mama, indeed,* she thought as his fingers found her most sensitive nerve clusters. She pressed herself against him, wanting to feel more of him.
"It's almost weird to see them from this perspective," he commented. He released them and moved behind her, resting his chin on her shoulder as he slipped his hands under her arms to support her breasts from underneath. "Better," he breathed, lifting his head so that their cheeks touched. "God, I thought these were magnificent to touch, but to feel them from the inside...." His voice trailed off into a warm sigh against her ear. His thumbs swept lazy circles over her nipples as he spoke, sending an electric current down her spine and making it difficult to concentrate on anything else. Any remnants of outrage she felt at the incident in the conduit melted away into an appreciation of his newfound understanding of her body. "I...don't...know how...you ever...get...*anything* done with... these...around," he said as he trailed kisses down her neck.
She bit back her automatic quip, her current lack of focus a testament to his point. Instead she turned her mouth to capture his again, reveling in the dual caress of his mouth and hands. When they parted, Crichton's grin was mischievous. "There are definitely some *major* advantages to having my own body back, though." Before she could inquire further, she felt his tongue tracing the contour of one breast, closing in on the nipple with a warm, wet flicker. He repeated the same process on the other side, this time creating a slight suction as his tongue whirled around the nipple.
"Oh, God," she moaned. As a Peacekeeper she had never worshipped any deity, but she had heard Crichton express his pleasure by invoking his god, and somehow it seemed appropriate.
"I'm going to have to take your word on that one," he said with a hint of wistfulness, looking up from his work.
"I don't know about that, Crichton. I found yours to be... quite sensitive as well." She pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him, mimicking his actions on his own chest. His answering groan told her that she had not misjudged his sensitivity. He sat up and pressed himself against her as she continued to work, small untranslatable moans escaping from his throat.
She wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him closer, realizing with chagrin that she had allowed herself to be distracted from her previous goal: they were both still wearing too many clothes. Dropping her hands to his waistband, she attacked the fasteners that held his pants in place. "I'd like to be in your pants now," she informed him, almost as an afterthought.
"As long as it goes both ways, babe."
"I wouldn't have it any other way," she replied, pulling his pants over his hips. Belatedly she realized that they were both still wearing their boots. "Frell," she whispered.
"Not until we get our boots off," Crichton retorted playfully, leaning down to remove his own pair. She pulled hers off without bothering to unlatch them. All four shoes ended up in a pile at the end of the bed, soon joined by two pairs of leather pants and two suspiciously similar pairs of Calvins.
Now free of all impediments, Aeryn stretched out next to Crichton, pressing her body into his and relishing the feel of him against her. Her skin seemed to buzz at every point of contact, drowning out almost everything else. Suddenly she couldn't remember why she always worked so hard to keep him at a distance. All she could focus on was the feel of him-- hands, lips, and tongue-- exploring her body intimately. The rest of the universe could frell itself so long as the human continued what he was doing to her.
With a lingering kiss, Crichton pulled away from her slightly, leaning over to release her hair from its binding. With some effort she focused her attention on his face to find him staring at her. He ran his fingers through her now-free hair, letting it fall over her shoulders.
"What's wrong?" she asked, breathlessly.
"Nothing's wrong... You're just... so beautiful," he murmured.
For some reason, the thought that he found her beautiful made her feel unreasonably happy. She smiled, noting how it seemed to reflect in his eyes, then captured his lips with another kiss, beginning an intimate exploration of her own. She was rewarded with an extended moan and something that her microbes couldn't translate. The last time they had been "close"-- *made love*, she corrected-- she had felt an uncharacteristic twinge of anxiety at first. She knew it was different with this man, this human. Even with Velorek she had been able to delude herself into believing that she was "recreating", but with Crichton-- John-- she could not escape the emotion that was central to their intimacy. Now, it didn't seem to matter. All she knew was that she wanted this man, this non-Sebacean, with every fiber of her being. And she wanted him to want her the same way. Her entire body ached with need, but there was one more thing she wanted to do before she gave into her desire.
Aeryn coaxed him into a sitting position as her tongue explored every corner of his mouth, one hand trailing down his chest, over the muscles of his abdomen, coming to rest on his erection. He gasped into her mouth, but she did not release him. Instead, she caressed his length from base to head and circled the tip with her thumb, echoing her own erotic investigation of him just arns earlier, which she had tried to rationalize as "revenge". It was a convenient excuse, but she had to admit that she had been *curious*. Males of so many species were so easily swayed by the whims of their sex organs, and she couldn't resist the opportunity to gain some insight into this matter. Particularly if it would give her insight into the frustrating human. She quickened the pace of her hands against him as she recalled her experience, smiling as his breathing quickened under her lips. She felt her own arousal flare as her body responded to the memory of working his hands against his shaft while she possessed him, her excitement augmented rather than diminished by the confusing experience. Releasing his lips, she watched his expression as she continued to stroke him, pleased by the satisfaction etched in his features. He opened his eyes and locked his gaze with hers.
"Aeryn, please," he managed between gasps. "Please. I want... to feel you...." Shaky hands traced the side of her face, venturing down to cup her breasts. Wrapping his arms around her, John eased them both down into the bed again, holding her against him. He looked so vulnerable underneath her, struggling to maintain control against her onslaught, and in that moment she surrendered to everything deep within that she had worked so hard to keep hidden-- from herself and him-- for longer than a cycle.
Still holding his erection, she opened to him, slowly taking him inside her, gasping at the sensation of his warm length buried within her. She held his gaze as she savored the feel of him for a microt before allowing herself to be swept away in the dizzying swell of her desire. Dimly, she could hear him calling her name as well as her own answering cries, but her focus was entirely consumed by the escalating rhythm between them that was so unlike any 'recreating' she had been partner to in the past. To allow herself to feel, to *make love*, knowing now that it was not a forbidden impulse as she had once been taught, brought a new dimension to the experience. A part of her was still wary of those feelings, but for once she allowed the needs of her body to silence the worries of her rational mind. Nothing mattered except the tingling warmth that seemed to radiate from deep within, pulsing in anticipation of release, and she moved more quickly on top of him to hasten its arrival. She ran her lips over his face, neck and chest almost in a frenzy, her desperate cries mingling with his. His impossibly blue eyes sought hers, and she felt a connection within her as they met her own. In that same instant her body shuddered as her orgasm exploded within her, seeming to ignite every nerve ending simultaneously. His release followed soon after, filling her with a different kind of warmth.
With a contented sigh, she leaned her forehead towards his and rolled them both on their sides as they struggled to regain control of their breathing. John angled forward to share another lingering kiss, his hands gliding over her back in an equally slow caress. She opened her eyes to find him staring back at her, his clear blue eyes filling her vision. In them, she could see his happiness and a hint of the passion that had recently overwhelmed them both. He continued to gaze at her, lightly stroking her face, apparently short on words again. Twice in one solar day. If she had known that passion would disarm the talkative human so, perhaps she would have given in to her desire much earlier, she mused with a secret smile.
"What?" he asked, finding his voice again. The single word was twinged with hope, amusement, and a hint of apprehension.
She stifled a laugh, her grin widening of its own volition. "It's nothing, really," she replied, evading. She turned to lie on her stomach, still wrapped in his warm embrace. John followed suit, brushing her hair to one side so he could nuzzle her neck.
"Nothing, huh?" he asked as he ran his fingers through her hair. Small shivers radiated from her scalp and down her spine.
"I'm just...happy," she admitted, both to herself and to him.
He tightened his embrace. "Me, too, Aeryn. Me, too." He nestled against her again, settling into a comfortable position.
The moment stretched, and she was suddenly uncertain about what to do. Had she been a Peacekeeper, she would have left as soon as she had finished recreating. Both partners sated, there wasn't anything else to do but return to duty or sleep cycle. But she was no longer a Peacekeeper, and she hadn't been recreating. The rules had changed, and she didn't know where she stood.
"Stay," John whispered, seemingly privy to her internal conflict. "I want to wake up with you in my arms." She hadn't permitted him that pleasure the last time, slipping into soldier mode as soon as the sun had risen in the Ancient's recreation of "Australia". He had never mentioned it, but she could tell from his bearing the next morning that her distance, no matter how practical and necessary, had caused him pain. Truth be told, she had enjoyed waking in his warm embrace, and it had frightened her more than the possibility of confrontation with his people had. She was still afraid of everything the human made her feel, but that fear was now dampened by the feel of his nakedness against hers, arousing her despite their recent release.
"I'll stay," she agreed.
"Thank you," he sighed, planting soft kisses on her nose, brow and lips and squeezing her closer to him. She shifted so that her back was nestled against him, her head resting against one of his arms. His other arm encircled her waist, his fingers drawing small circles across her abdomen. Another small smile spread across her face as she allowed herself to indulge in the sensations of the human's touch. Staying was a good idea, she decided. She wasn't ready to leave anyway.
"Perhaps I can get into your pants again later tonight," she suggested, nuzzling against the crook of his neck.
"Anytime, babe." She could feel his smile against her cheek. "One problem, though... I'm not wearing pants anymore."
Aeryn turned over to face him again, pressing against him and snaking a leg over his hips. "I don't have a problem with that," she replied.
Apparently, neither did the human.
Fin