TITLE: "SWEET DREAMS"

AUTHOR: Alison M. DOBELL

FANDOM: "Farscape"

PAIRING: John/Aeryn

RATING: R

STATUS: New. Part of a series.

ARCHIVE: Yes. Just let me know where.

FEEDBACK: Welcomed

SERIES/SEQUEL: SEQUEL to "PEACE"

The usual disclaimers apply. No infringement of copyright is intended.


"SWEET DREAMS"
A "Farscape" story
Written by Alison M. DOBELL
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Crichton was so tired that by the time they got back to Moya he was almost asleep on his feet. Amused, Aeryn offered to walk him back to his quarters.

"S'not nessary, Aeryn."

She smiled. He always started to slur his words when he was really tired. She was amused that there was no one waiting for them when they arrived back in the transport pod then realised the others were probably keeping their heads low, waiting to see what mood they came back in. Well,
they were fine and Aeryn was pleased she did not have to explain anything to anyone. It was nice to come back without any fuss. She stiffled a yawn. Crichton was obviously beginning to rub off.

They walked - or rather Aeryn walked and Crichton stumbled - to his converted cell. She helped him over to his bed and watched him pretend he was not really that tired as he started to undress. The vest came off with no problem. The trousers were a different matter and took him three goes.
She chuckled.

"What're laughing at?"

"You. You can hardly stand up."

"Can so."

"No you can't."

"Yes'm can."

She laughed and shook her head as he swayed on his feet, his leather trousers round his ankles. Not quite able to keep his balance long enough to kick them off and stay upright. He closed his eyes on another great yawn. Leaning in towards him she grinned, "No, Crichton. You. Can.
Not." On the last word she gently pushed him in the chest and he felt flat on his back on
his bed. He lay there for a microt, arms and legs spread out in a sloppy cross as a leg came free of his trousers. He grinned sheepishly up at her before yawning. "When you're right, Aeryn, you're right." He mumbled.

She looked down at him, her look gentle and unguarded for a precious microt. "You need to get some sleep." She said softly.

His eyes were already starting to close. "Mmm hmm."

Aeryn watched him for a microt then leaned down and took his shoes and socks off. She pulled his trousers off the rest of the way, leaving him lying there in just his boxers. He hardly stirred. "Looks as if you need some help to get undressed, Crichton."

A soft mumble faded on his lips. He was already drifting off to sleep. No doubt to dream about boulders and rocks. She grinned at the thought then relaxed into a gentle, indulgent smile when she realised he had actually fallen asleep. Aeryn sat on the bed, looked down at him and gently
ran her hands across his chest. He did not move. She watched his face as she caressed his skin, running her fingers slowly through the hairs on his chest, nudging a nipple with her fingertips, brushing her lips against his skin. When he still did not stir she licked first one nipple then the
other, taking the time to indulge herself properly without having to measure her responses
to his. She was in complete control and it felt good. No one telling her what to do or when to do it. She could wake him or quietly seduce him as he slept. The choice was hers. She never really considered the option of just letting him sleep. She smiled and made sure all her strokes were
soft, gentle, feather like. Definitely un-Aeryn like. Let him sleep but she would make his dreams her own.

He was drifting. It was bright and sunny, he was on a tropical island. He did not know where, did not care, just enjoyed the peace and quiet. The beautiful view. The warmth of sands so white they hurt his eyes to look at in the glare of the sun. The Sun. He could not remember when he had
taken his pants off and put his boxers on but it was a good move. More warmth on his skin. Freedom. He closed his eyes, felt the sand between his toes as he walked. His thoughts becoming sluggish, soaking up the rays and feeling as if he did not have a care in the world. There was a warm breeze, it teased and touched him so lightly on his bare chest. He liked to feel the gentle
wind stir against him. It was pleasant and marginally cooling against the heat. He closed his eyes and stopped walking.

Aeryn toyed with just curling up beside him for all of a microt. Her hands moved down to his boxers and started to peel them off him as she followed her way down his chest and stomach with her tongue, plying him with gentle kisses while she tasted the salt on his skin and inhaled his scent. He stirred a little but she did not stop. He mumbled something in his sleep. She smiled and lifted her head to look up at him. He was still asleep. Good. She removed his boxers completely then got back to work, her fingers so light as she ran them up his legs. He shifted slightly in his
sleep and her eyes were drawn to the centre of interest, her smile widening as she took him in her hand and felt the soft tissue start to inflate at her gentle touch. By the time he started to stir again he was rock hard, the blood in his engorged erection throbbing in her fingers. Her eyes flicked up
to watch his face as she took him in her mouth. He was dreaming. She licked, she sucked and worked him gently with her mouth. Careful not to wake him fully. Not yet. Using the flats of her teeth to outline the size of him gently nibbling and grazing her teeth under the cap, loving how his body responded to her as he slept. She turned her hand and ran her fingernails gently up the inside of first one leg then the other. He trembled slightly at her touch. If anything his erection got harder in her mouth, she could taste him as the head began to leak. In his sleep he groaned softly from so far back in his throat that it sent little shivers along her spine.

The water was lapping at him as he lay on the hot beach. The sun beating down on his skin, a light breeze playing across him as he closed his eyes to enjoy the moment. The peace. The freedom. The solitude. He must have stayed longer than he had intended because he could feel the cool lapping waters now encroaching but it was not unpleasant, it was refreshing. Sent little shivers through his body as it crept up the sand wetting his legs with each wave. He lay flat out. Wondered about his life and where it had taken him. The mind he had just finished emptying now filling with new thoughts. He thought of the adventure that had started with the Farscape Project and now continued with Moya and her odd eclectic crew. The most dysfunctional family in the universe. Some more odd than others. He thought about Aeryn and felt a gentle arousal start at the mere thought of her the water lapping at his crotch and wetting his cock. Man, he had it bad. Every moment with her was like sweet torture. A pleasure he drank in with all his senses knowing that his heart would pay for it later. But it was worth it. Just to see her face. The way the light from Moya's panels reflected off her cheeks, softening the harsh planes forged by Peace Keepers trapping the real Aeryn Sun somewhere deep inside. The way the whole of his world was reduced to pulp every time she smiled. Oh man, he did not think his heart would ever recover. If he lost her he did not think he would even survive. Let alone want to.

Now something wet and moist stroked his testicles making him jerk in his sleep, a wet explosion gushing out of him in such a sudden rush of erotica he shuddered to full wakefulness as he came. He found himself staring into the pleased and smug expression on Aeryn Sun's face. What shook him more was seeing her splattered with milky cum, her tongue licking off as much of it as
she could reach while her hands finished off the work of her busy mouth. His breath caught, surprised and excited to a pitch that was hardly bearable. "I thought I was dreaming...." He murmured, voice thick with arousal.

Aeryn smirked and leant in to kiss him. Her lips dusting his so lightly that he opened his mouth to receive her and came up empty, only the air she breathed from her mouth into his a faint reminder of how close he had been. He reached up and caught her as she straightened up. "Not so fast,
Aeryn. I have some catching up to do."

She smiled and let him draw her down to his waiting lips. Her breasts rubbing against his chest and causing him to wriggle to get her settled to his satisfaction. Aeryn managed to pull away long enough to string together a whole sentence. "I thought you were tired?"

"I may be tired Aeryn but I still have a pulse."

She frowned, not understanding his meaning. He chuckled, his lips nibbling her ear and then forming kisses down the strong throbbing vein in her neck as he worshipped her. She sighed and closed her eyes. Bliss. Crichton looked at her out of the corner of his eyes and let his look drift down to her dark forest thinking of all the ways he could repay her. She felt the smile his lips formed and opened her eyes. His innocent look only made her more suspicious. Suspicion turned to intrigue as he rolled her gently in his seeking hands, touching her in ways that lit a fire in her belly and ignited her spine. Krakatoa East of Java had nothing on the Radiant Aeryn Sun. Crichton was grinning now, her face awash with perspiration as he built up the raging fire within her moist walls, his fingers caressing, rubbing, stirring a hunger she had to feed or die. Her body so hot for him she burned. He varied the pace as she rode his hand, trying to quicken him against her nub. Her voice came out breathy. "What are you doing? Why are you slowing down?"

He did not answer but captured her lips in a kiss so deep that she thought it would all end here. She did not care, so lost in him that nothing else mattered. Still keeping her trapped with him in that airless world as his tongue caressed hers, he increased his pace, his fingers manipulating her
then bringing her to the brink of orgasm, pausing a microt to feel her heart and body shudder with the effort of anticipation, then plunging her over the edge so that her juices soaked his hand. Again and again he brought her to orgasm, not allowing her to move off him and take him inside her. She wanted to feel him, to accommodate all he could give her but first he wanted to work
her beyond the point of begging. Until she was so sensitised her body was trembling as he let her guide him through her narrow walls, his hands playing with her as he entered, allowing her to impale herself fiercely on him while he brought her to orgasm again. Only when she came did he allow his own release to fill her, his heat swamping her and mingling with her juices until both of them were awash with it. She kissed his damp face. He slid his arms around her holding her gently against his chest. He was so damn tired. Spent yet more relaxed than he had been in a long time. So damn happy it hurt.

"Thank you." He whispered.

"What for?"

He chuckled as he sighed with deep contentment. "For giving me such sweet dreams..."

Aeryn laughed. It was the brightest, happiest sound he had ever heard.

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