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TITLE: Never Say Never
AUTHOR: MidKnight
CHAPTER: 1 of ?
FANDOM: FarScape
SHIP: Aeryn / John
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: A couple, Season One
SYNOPSIS: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS – Aeryn decides to find out if it is really only the heat of the moment that made her do the things she’d done with Crichton.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own FarScape. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to the people who created them and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: This is my first Farscape fic. I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. Take a minute, review and tell me what you think. It really will be much appreciated. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com
CHAPTER ONE
Aeryn Sun retired to her quarters. She had field stripped and cleaned all her weapons, overhauled her Prowler before doing a full munitions check and the only reason she was retiring was because there was nothing else for her to do. Her footsteps echoed through Moya’s silent corridors. It was late and she assumed everyone else was asleep, a feat she was having some difficulty achieving as of late. “It’s all his fault.” She muttered under her breath as the doors to her quarters descended shut behind her. She carefully hung up her gun belt and then kicked off her shoes, stripped and took a quick sonic shower. “What I wouldn’t give for a long hot shower with real water… Or, maybe a cold one.” She commented to her empty cabin with another bittersweet memory of her life as a Peacekeeper.
She slipped into a loose tank top and her sleep shorts. The latter had previously been Crichton’s or so he proclaimed although it said Kelvin Klein on the label. She liked them; they were comfortable, like him. She flopped down on her bunk and lowered the illumination, willing herself to relax and let sleep claim her. After a long, restless arn she pummeled her pillow to plump it up and rolled onto her side, but sleep remained elusive. The problem was, he was always there, right from the start, invading her space, trying to catch her when she fell or stumbled, showing concern for her, watching her, attempting to protect her as preposterous as that was. She didn’t need protecting and she didn’t like being touched, hadn’t liked being touched, but still she didn’t tell him off, didn’t beat the dren out him to make him understand these things.
And, now, they had done it and she had enjoyed it, more than enjoyed it and it had been more than simple recreation. Sebaceans and humans, it appeared were quite compatible or maybe it was just that she and John were. Her mind shied skittishly away from that idea. It made her nervous for reasons she didn’t want to understand. After their narrow escape from The Flax, they’d written off their behavior as being a product of the heat of the moment and she had buried the memory of the feel of his lips on hers, his hands and the hungry, desperate desire she had felt, not just for a male, but for him. They had let their attraction overcome them, but had promised each other that it would never happen again, but it had and this time there had been no timely interruption from D’ Argo. And, now, they danced around each other on Argron shells.
Maybe it would have been better if they had not been interrupted that first time. Nature would have run its course and they would have frelled hard and fast on the deck of the doomed transport pod. Curiosities, tensions and fluids would have been satisfied and released with the animal need of a last hoorah a thumb of the nose at their approaching demise. She had done that before and she might have been satisfied with that, but what they had done on the simulacra of his home world, his Earth, that had been different. It brought back memories, feelings he had buried deep. The situation hadn’t been that much different. They had been in peril with little hope of survival yet, what she had shared with him that night was unlike anything she had done before. She was no Tarssek virgin; she had had her fair share of lovers. Peacekeepers were open about their needs and frelled who they liked as long as it didn’t interfere with their duties, sharing their bunks as they pleased, they could after all be ordered to breed and share their genetic material with whoever was deemed the best match to fill the ranks. So, it didn’t pay to be bashful about ones desires.
Her hand snuck under the waistband of her shorts unbidden and she drew her legs up around it with a sigh that transformed into a moan as she let her long, slender fingers explore her quickly moistening folds and the little itching, throbbing pearl of her clitan. Aeryn pleasured herself slowly, letting her other hand slide under her top to caress and fondle her breast and roll, tweak and pinch the stiff nub of her rapidly stiffening nipple sending little jolts of sensation spidering into her chest. She licked her dry lips and moaned softly, starting to breath harder as her fingers found her most intimate secret places and stoked the furnace in her loins, making her channel flex, ripple and twist to wring out a fresh torrent of warm, slippery grease. The memory of that night with Crichton mixed and augmented her self-stimulation and she pressed her face into her pillow to muffle the growing volume of her moans of delight as pleasure spiraled up through her system.
*****
The beer he had given her was cool and fizzy on her tongue and she watched his back, stiff with tension, the muscles of his broad shoulders and strong arms as he looked out the window at his world. All his joy at being returned home was gone. She felt sorry for him, but knew he wouldn’t take kindly to her pity, so she kept it to herself. He sat down on the bed next to her and she voiced the thoughts they both had. She would not be captured alive, he knew that, she knew that and Crichton would not let her die without a fight which would cost him his life as well. What a strangely matched pair they made. She tensed for just a moment when she felt the warm bloom of his lips on her shoulder. That tension translated into a warm tingle that spread across her skin as he raised his head and she slowly turned hers so that their eyes met.
His gaze was both question and invitation. Her lips parted to say something and then she realized she had no words. She leaned towards him and he covered the rest of the distance. Their lips met, soft and tenuous, but with the effect of grabbing a live conduit. Her lips opened under his gentle urging and their tongues slowly explored and tangoed in a sinuous dance. Her eyes fluttered closed as his hand burrowed into her wealth of dark hair and cupped her head as they continued to kiss with growing hunger. Their kiss ended in stages, lips continuing to suck and slide and teeth nipping lightly, neither seeming quite ready for it to actually end. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes to look into his when his lips remained hovering over hers, his breath hot on her kiss-swollen lips. She ran her tongue lightly over her lips, tasting him with a soft sigh.
His lips started to open and she could see it in his eyes that he was going to rationalize or profess his feelings. She didn’t want to hear either. She knew how he felt, she knew what she felt for him, but she just couldn’t deal with hearing it out loud. It would make it too real and it’s consequences with it. She had felt like this only one other time in her life before and it had not ended well, not at all, but still she had wanted to share that intimacy with him. She pressed her finger to his lips, effectively shutting him up and she shook her head slowly to emphasize her point before she removed her finger and lifted her arms above her head. He hesitated for just the briefest microt and then moved to grasp the hem of her top. She sucked in a sharp breath as he leaned forward and let it out slow as her taut belly quivered when he pressed his warm lips to it. His lips followed the hem upward leaving warm, wet blooms on her skin, his swirling tongue joining the wonderful assault.
John removed her top, and tossed it aside before he gently lowered her onto to the bed, his hand warm and gentle between her shoulder blades. She moaned breathily as his lips latched onto her stiff nipple and he sucked at her flesh, his tongue lashing and circling, his teeth lightly testing the turgid tube. She cupped the back of his head and pressed him even closer. Her other hand blindly scrabbled at his vest, pulling it free of his pants so that her fingers could clutch at the hard muscles of his back. His sucking lips sent pulses of delight radiating into her chest, heating her skin and making her nerves sing with joy and her body to undulate slowly against his. Her sex twisted and flexed against itself, trying to scratch the growing itch of desire flaring at her core. His hand ran down her midriff and then his fingers were working at the fastenings of her pants. She knew what his end game was there and she wildly kicked at the buckles of her boots and then the boots themselves to get them off to aid him. She rolled her shoulders against the cool sheets beneath them as he shifted to her other breast, her back arching as he sucked and nipped and new pulses arched into her shuddering chest.
“Crichton.” She groaned his name with desire as he managed to worm his hand into her trousers to cup and rub her through the damp material of her underwear. Her breathing picked up as her level of pleasure increased. She could feel him, hard, hot and virile against her thigh as he slowly ground against her. She reached for the fastenings of his pants, finding them strange and stubborn in their simplicity. His lips moved back down, his hot breath making her skin tingle and she had to focus hard in order to raise her ass off the bed when he started tugging at the waistband of her trousers. He got them down to midway on her thighs and then things went a little hazy for her as he lowered his head. Sebacean males did not do what he did when recreating and she was not prepared for the intense burst of sensation that made her eyes widen, her hands wildly scratched at, and then gather handfuls of bed clothes as her body tensed and quivered while wave upon wave of delight swept through her.
Aeryn gasped, almost crying out and swore before biting her lower lip and clenched her eye shut. Her spine became a taut, shuddering bow, her hips bucking when he dragged her trousers further down and off one leg, spread her legs wider and, impossibly, the intensity increased as his tongue and lips explored her more thoroughly with the greater access. Her sex rippled and rubbed against itself, flooding in waves that accompanied the waves his tongue-lashing sent jolting through her. Her skin flushed with heat. Sebaceans didn’t like heat, but during mating, the brush with delirium added an unexpected dimension to the ecstasy, but even with him that was different. She just wanted more. She could feel herself on the cusp of release and all but whimpered his name as the intensity of the pleasure skirted the border with pain and she desperately needed him to stop while at the same time not wanting him to. He raised his head, his bright, blue eyes focusing on her. His lips, quirked into a soft smile and cheeks glistened with her juices and she watched his tongue make a slow circuit to collect what he could reach with obvious relish.
She held out her hands to him in silent invitation, but instead of coming to her and she frowned as he rose off the bed instead. “John?” she called his name in confusion, her arms dropping back to the surface of the bed, but he just smiled down at her and then he removed her trousers and underwear completely before stripping until he was as naked as she was. She should have known then how things had changed, as he was the practical one. She sat up slightly; her head tilting a little as she visually measured his length and girth. She watched as his long, thick shaft twitched under her scrutiny. She didn’t know how he stacked up to other humans, but he was well above the average Sebacean or any of the larger ones she had recreated with. Her smile mirrored his as she held out her arms to him again and this time he complied with alacrity, returning to the bed and between her legs.
She was ready, eager for the rush of coupling, but he stopped just short, hovering over her. She could feel him hot and hard against the inside of her thigh. She reached for his ass, to pull him closer, but his eyes locked with hers and he managed to balance his weight on one forearm and with his free hand he gently brushed away the hair that had fallen across her face. She could see the words ready to spill from him as his eyes searched hers with gentle affection. “John, don’t talk. Not now. Later… Let this be what it is, please.” She entreated, cradling his cheek and letting his fingers caress his skin. “But, I want to tell you…” He began after he hesitated for just a moment. “You… You don’t have to… I know… But… Oh, John… We’re… We’re so complicated, you and I. This doesn’t have to be… Not now… Not here. Will you give me that?” She continued her entreaty, struggling to find the words, just what she had been afraid of. “Aeryn…” he began to argue, ever the stubborn human. She would have smiled, but it would only have encouraged him. “Crichton, please?” she simplified her plea, putting all her emotions into those two words.
“You are truly something else, My Officer Aeryn Sun.” He stated her with a slow shake of his head and a wry smile. Her heart skipped a little beat at his use of such a simple two-letter word and a wild string of possibilities suddenly unspooled in her mind, but along with the hope came fear. She was too much of a realist to truly believe in the fairytale and the peril of their current situation had not helped, but she could have this, could have the memory, no matter what else happened. It had seemed so clear and simple then. A mocking laugh from the back of her mind echoed across her memory. Aeryn took his silence that followed his statement as acquiescence to her request and curved her hand around the back of his neck and pulled his lips to hers.
She spread her legs wider and he moved forward as the kissed and her hips jerked as his pointed dickhead slid through her swollen folds. He didn’t quite find the mark on his first or second thrust and although he brushed across her clitan with a spark of delight, she was eager to have him inside her and she wormed her hand down between then to grasp and guide him. His maleness throbbed against his hand, hot, hard and smooth as fire silk and he groaned against the skin of her throat as she flexed her fingers around him. He thrust and she guided him true, seating him at her entrance before she released him and he drove further forward. She gasped. Her spine curving off the bed and her body going tense despite her eagerness to have him at her core, but he would not be denied. He filled and stretched her by slow degrees, overcoming the resistance of her snug, constricting channel. She clutched first at his shoulders, then his back and finally his firm buttocks as he drew a fiery trail of delicious friction to ignite the furnace of her quivering core.
She exhaled and drew a deep shuddering breath, causing little bursts of sensation to pulse into her chest as her taut, sensitive nipples chafed against the hard plains of his chest. Aeryn drew up her legs and wrapped them loosely around his thighs as they undulated slowly, her sex twitching and twisting convulsively as it acclimatized to its welcome invader. He whispered her name against her ear and then they were nipping and sucking at each other’s necks as he slowly began to rock his hips and stir her molten, flexing core. Her short nails tested the firmness of his flexing ass cheeks to urge him to take longer strokes and soon they found a rhythm and pace that had her tensing and relaxing to meet his thrusts, grind them together and then withdrawing before inviting his length into her once more. His arm curves behind her neck bracing her and his hand clutched at her shoulder to pull her onto him while his other hand slid back and forth along her thigh.
When his mouth wasn’t busy with hers or tasting her skin, he lavished her with soft, breathy words of adoration. She didn’t understand half of them, but the tone was unmistakable and the affect on her was almost as powerful as the pleasure from their writhing connection. They were soon breathing hard with exertion, skin sliding on skin lubricated by a sheen of sweat. Her nerves flared with each pulse generated by his driving shaft and then continued to blaze as they ground together, the tension at her centre growing, the energy a wild, barely caged thing that lashed out and started to make her muscles tremble with the need for release. But, it felt so wonderful, so amazing that she didn’t want it or him to stop and she encouraged him with wild abandon, bucking and thrusting to meet him. Her cries grew in volume and she no longer tried to muffle them against his skin as she tired to gulp in air between them to fuel her straining muscles and thundering heart.
His breaths were hot puffs against the skin of her collar bone as he groaned and grunted, sounds filled with such animal need that they were as inspiring to her as his words had been. His strokes got shorter, but faster and harder and she knew that he was coming to the end of his endurance. She, herself, teetered on the edge, quivering, barely staving off the inevitable by dint of will alone, desperately needing, wanting their amazing coupling to last just that little bit longer. “Aeryn.” He breathed her name with such a strange mixture of passion, awe, reverence and intimacy that it stunned her and shattered the last of her control.
“John!” she wailed his name with matching emotion as her body tensed, her spine curving into a taut bow to press her pelvis hard up against his as the electric charge of her climax blazed forth from their connection. He thrust one last time and she cried out as the charge doubled to pulse across already overloaded nerves and strained muscles making her shudder as her bliss ran riot across her senses. Her eyes went wide so that the world around her went blurry while her blood pounded in her ears, a strange counterpoint to his heavily panted breathes. Her sex twisted and squeezed at the expanding steel of his shaft as he mixed the liquid heat of his essence in heavy spurts, with the flood of her own release. Each jerk of his hips renewed the delicious torture of sensory overload as ecstasy skipped back and forth across the knife’s edge of pleasure and pain.
*****
In her bunk on Moya, Aeryn drew her legs up even further, pinching and pulling at her nipple before she clutched at her breast and massaged it roughly while she frigged herself furiously, harder and faster. She turned her face into her pillow and bit into the fabric, her heavy wealth of dark hair forming a curtain over her face. Her breath caught in her throat for a microt and then she cried out. Her sex rippled and flexed around her fingers and itself on a torrent of warm, slippery cream. She shuddered as her muscles misfired, tensing and relaxing in wild, random succession and the energy she had been building in her core pulsed outward. She panted to catch her breath and when the energy dissipated and her body would allow she rolled onto her back and stretched out. She luxuriated in the total relaxation of satiation, licking her to wet them and swallowing hard several times to do the same with her throat. Her self-ministration had been good, needed, but still not as complete as it had once been and she sighed. She had changed and he had changed her, but she had allowed it, wanted it.
“It’s all his fault.” She thought viciously, but couldn’t make herself believe it. She briefly wondered what he was doing, but thinking of him, picturing him in his bunk started the itch inside her again and she worked at blanking her mind. Aeryn sigh heavily again. She took the pillow from under her head and pressed it to her belly and crotch before curling herself around it and trying once again to fall asleep. Another quarter arn passed and she was about to give it up as a bad idea and go for a work out when she heard his voice call her name from outside her door in a hushed whisper.
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