TITLE: "RECREATION"

AUTHOR: Alison M. DOBELL

FANDOM: "Farscape"

PAIRING: JOHN/AERYN

RATING: NC-17

STATUS: New.

ARCHIVE: Yes. Just let me know where.

FEEDBACK: Welcomed

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

"RECREATION"
A "Farscape" story
Written by Alison M. DOBELL
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Aeryn was so beautiful. He could not take his eyes off her and she knew it. Revelled in his attention. He watched the way her hips moved in slow motion, the clothes peeling off to reveal more and more of that adorable figure. His breath was catching in his throat, watching her watching him, soaking up his reaction and teasing him as only she knew how. He was still
fully clothed and suddenly his clothing felt like a prison. Aeryn. Naked. Beautiful. Alluring. *His*. She dipped her head and kissed him slowly, her hands removing his clothes and batting his away when he tried to help her. He was groaning into the warm cavern of her mouth, getting so aroused that he wanted to take her then and there but she had plans.

"Aeryn, I..."

She hushed him with her lips. Loving the ache in his voice and knowing it was an expression of the ache in his loins. One she intended to relieve in her own good time.

He could not remember whose idea it was to take the shower but Aeryn had this amazing scented foam from Zhaan. It was a smorgasbord of colours, like molten waxes that you could work together into a lather but which still retained their separate colours. Oh God, she was washing him in rainbows! Both naked now, she drew him under the sloshing water pipe that was the leviathan equivalent of a power shower and rubbed the scented foam across his chest, sucking his nipples, the hidden oils penetrating the pores of his skin and adding to his arousal if that were possible. He was all fired up before they started, now the need to do something about it was bordering on agony. She smiled. <Oh God, Dad, she's smiling at me> Lost. That was what he was alright.

Her lips slid across his mouth, her tongue dancing playfully in his mouth but not allowing him much contact. He groaned, her hands continued to soap him. He tried to rub his body up against hers, needing that contact so much he was sure he was going to die if he did not get it. She smiled and slid down his body, her tongue washing a trail through the soapy bubbles that were disappearing as if absorbed into his skin. God he was so sensitised. He was trembling by the time she reached his aching cock, the smile on her face like the sun coming up. Quite literally. Hard and aching he jerked at her touch, closed his eyes to try to hang on and make it last more than a few microts. Her hand slid up and down his throbbing shaft slowly, her touch so gentle, his body on fire, his mind fragmented in an orgasm of feeling. <Oh God, Oh God Aeryn, put me out of my frelling misery!>

Aeryn had no such wish. She drew it out with delicious skill, knowing the concoction Zhaan had given her would prolong and heighten not only Crichton's sexual arousal but also his endurance. That had been *most* important. She wanted him. She wanted him so badly, so deeply, so
intensely, that nothing short of killing him would do. His penis was weeping now, the milky come seeping from the head, his body as taut and tense as a bow string stretched to its' limit for the flight of the arrow. She kissed the head softly. He jerked as if he had been struck. Low moans
squeezed out of a throat fighting not to cry out, the pleading in his body telling her everything she wanted to know. She had him standing upright underneath the flow of water. Inisisted he not move until she told him he could do so and he was trying to obey her, he really was, but he did not know if he could hang on. She smiled, eased her tongue slowly over the slit, back and forth, driving him mad with desire while he slowly leaked into her mouth. Her hands soaping his hips, his thighs, finding all the little erogenous points that increased the torture beyond exquisite joy to the limits of his pleasure/pain threshold. Oh yes, she was good at this. Gifted in fact.

Gently she sucked on him, her tongue licking under his length, nipping the cap, her hands now sliding around to cup his testicles. He was jerking in her mouth now, she could feel the hot pulse of his blood pumping, his scent mingling with the lather, the air thick with their pheromones and the heady perfume of their sex. She pulled back slowly, kissed the head gently, then slid up against him until he could feel her pubic hair kiss his erection. He wanted so badly to touch her, to love her, to do amazing things to express all the feelings he carried in his heart and soul for her. Aeryn guided his hands to cup her breasts, locking eyes with his glazed ones, arching into his hands as he soaped her breasts and raised her nipples into little hard nubs of desire. As he bent his head to suckle on a breast she guided his erection into her, the sudden thrust of her hips driving him in deep. She smiled as he gasped and sighed. Her muscled walls gripping him like a vice but to him it was like coming home. His eyes flicked to her face. <Thank you, sunshine> She grinned back at him, knowing exactly what he was thinking. Slowly they rode up against each other, taking their time, letting everything else drop through a black hole while they pleasured each other until they were dizzy with the sheer joy of it. Of each other.

Crichton lost count of how many times they made love. Whatever Zhaan had put in the foam it was incredible. Not only did it keep him sensitised and permanently aroused, he had no trouble coming again and again. The look on Aeryn's face told him just how much that pleased her. And pleasing Aeryn had become the most important thing in life to him. She awoke in his arms to find him looking at her, his gentle face angled to hers, his eyes smiling and full of love, his hands gently dancing over her skin as if he could hardly believe she were there. She smiled back. "Hey."

His smile widened. So warm, so beautiful she could drown in it and never want to come up for air. "Hey." He kissed her. "You were incredible, Aeryn."

"Glad you noticed."

He raised his eyebrows at her humour more than what she had actually said. Her head tilted beneath him. "What?"

He shook his head and kissed the tip of her nose lightly. "Nothing, Aeryn. I just love you so much."

"And I love you, John Crichton."

His name on her lips made him shiver with delight. Sparkles of joy lit his eyes and filled Aeryn with deep contentment. When had this odd being come to represent everything she could ever want? At what point had her irreversible contamination become her greatest blessing? Thinking
back she knew the microt. That point in time when all the planets and moons and stars and heavenly bodies aligned themselves to give them this gift beyond price. It was the first microt she had ever seen him. When they were in Moya's cell and she had seen him, naked and confused. Her eyes drinking him in even as her mind tried to process where she was and how in hezmana she was going to escape from the prison ship alive. Something had connected there and then.
A spark. Like some deep recognition of fate. She had of course fought it. With her whole strength, body and soul. But what good could that do when her heart was already lost? The trouble was it took cycles for her to realise it. Only the patience of the human had made it possible. Any other species would have walked away cycles ago. Given her up as a lost cause.
But not the human. Crichton. John. *Hers*.

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