TITLE: "MILK AND HONEY"

AUTHOR: Alison M. DOBELL

FANDOM: "Farscape"

PAIRING: JOHN/D'ARGO

RATING: NC-17. M/F.

STATUS: New.

ARCHIVE: Yes. Just let me know where.

FEEDBACK: Welcomed

SERIES/SEQUEL: SEQUEL to "NO TEARS IN HEAVEN"

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

"MILK AND HONEY"
A "Farscape" slash story
Written by Alison M. DOBELL
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Ka D'Argo sat in the quarters he had been sharing with Chiana. The baby was cradled in his arms. A deep peace instilling itself in the Luxan, helping him to regain control. After everything that had happened the hardest thing for him to face was what he had done. To Crichton. To Chiana. To Rion. Their son. He looked at the tiny child and smiled gently at him, his heart fit to bursting. The baby seemed to understood. Had the oddest effect on him, as if the child had the power to wipe away the past and rewrite his future. It was absurd. Impossible. Intoxicating. Yet as fantastic as it seemed he could not help looking into the baby's eyes and believing. Chiana sat with her arms draped around his shoulders, her head resting against one arm, head tilted, so she could look at D'Argo and the baby without turning her head from one to the other. "Are you alright?"

He started. Surprised by the question and the sincerity behind it. "Yes. Why do you ask?"

She shrugged. "No reason you've just been through a lot."

"As have you." He sighed then kissed her. Chiana moulded herself to his lips, the baby forgotten for a microt. As the kiss deepened they both felt the baby with them. His thoughts merging with theirs. Unformed waves of love that carried them on their own inland sea. Calm waves lapping
against a vast shore. Chiana smiled and pulled back, her dark eyes glittering and sparkling as if they held a secret. "Wow, did you feel that?"

D'Argo nodded, brushed his lips briefly against hers and looked down at their son. "He is truly unique."

Chiana nodded, amused. "Unique. Just like every other child..."

The Luxan started to protest but as he looked up he saw the humour dancing in her eyes and caught his breath. She was so beautiful. He put the baby in his cradle and gently admonished him to sleep then turned back to Chiana, his hearts beating so wildly they could not keep up with each other. Taking her in his arms he vowed that he would let nothing come between them again.

* * * * *

Crichton was having a similar conversation with himself, his hands gently journeying over the lush landscape that had been driving him mad with desire for cycles now. Aeryn seemed to know what he was thinking, what he was feeling, and reacted in perfect time to his rising need. She did not allow him to show his love for her as desire demanded but wanted him to let his fingers explain while she stole the very breath from his body and made him dizzy with desire. She stripped his clothes off him slowly, a kiss at a time. He longed to peel them off quickly and slide up against her beautifully erotic flesh but it was not to be. Aeryn had taken so long to be
comfortable with such intimacy that she intended to drag it out for as long as possible even if it killed him. Savouring each microt while she feasted on him with every sense at her command. He bit back a groan as she released his belt buckle and undid the front of his leather trousers. A sigh escaped, hot and needy. She ignored it and painted his open throat with the heat from her tongue, his hips starting to gyrate beneath her. Aeryn hid a smile and drew her hips back slightly so that they were but a whisper apart. He lifted his hips to find her again but she pulled back gently just out of his reach. The groan was louder now, thick with lust, heavy with need. Desire contracting the muscles of his throat so it was hard to speak. With all his thoughts trapped below his waist it was a wonder he could speak at all.

As if taking pity on him she dipped her hips and brushed against his crotch. He jerked towards her as if electrocuted, beads of sweat forming on his face. Her hips had again swung out of reach but he was rock hard now, so excited, so ready for her. He looked into her eyes and could see that she knew it. His lust turning her on, the power she felt over him right now was like an aphrodesiac. For once she was in total control. He wanted so badly to be inside her, to cradle her in his arms and love her to the very last breath in his body. He ached for her, his blood rushing like a torrent through his veins and thundering in his ears, burning him with passion. Aeryn rocked slightly against him as she slowly wriggled out of her clothes, only allowing him to help her now and then. Never enough to make her speed up. He closed his eyes against the delicious agony, a finger drawn slowly down the side of his face, his neck, and travelling down his chest as she leant in to kiss him. Lips soft and inward seeking, her pulse regulating the beat of his own heart. <God Aeryn, I want to fuck you. I don't know how much longer I can hold on>

He felt her teeth nip at his throat, her tongue licking out and basking him in her warmth as she washed the sweat off him, tasting and savouring the odd human scent that had become so familiar to her. A hand slid down and touched him. He moaned softly and her lips captured his mouth, her hand now stroking him gently as her tongue picked up the pace she was setting. His arms slid around her, his strength complimenting her own. His legs parting to drop her in deeper against his crotch as he slid his ankles over hers to bed her down to him. She knew what he was doing, what he intended, and for a few microts it was delicious letting him think he was going to win. To do this his way. Aeryn had other ideas. She increased the pressure of her tongue on his, now massaging him as she steadily picked up the pace with her hand. His breathing was becoming erratic now. Aeryn deepened the kiss further then expertly flipped him on to his back so she was now on top. He blinked a microt, she pulled her lips away to grin down at him. The victor observing her prize.

"Not fair Aeryn!"

Her chuckle drove him crazy. Her dark hair falling over his chest, her breasts full and hanging like ripened fruit, his mouth seeking the dark bud and teasing it into a hard nub that made her writhe slowly against him. He almost let go of the nipple but she dipped her head and growled in
his ear before she sunk her teeth in the lobe. "Don't you dare stop now, John Crichton!"

The way she growled his name excited him further. He could not have stopped now if his life had depended on it. She rode up against him, eliciting little moans as he fought to hang on, his hands brushing her hair from her face as he kissed her, told her how much he loved her. Gave her his heart and soul. Everything he had, all he was and all he could ever be. It was all hers to keep and cherish or throw away as she saw fit. If she did not want him he did not want to live. Her other hand joined the first, his hips rocking beneath her, her own moist harbour starting to leak and dampen the soft forest. She drew his hand from her face and guided it down, nestling the hand between them then stroked him more slowly, each stroke ending in pressure squeezing up towards the sensitive head and making him leak even more. His groan deepened. He was so aroused it took all his effort not to ejaculate before she was ready for him. "Not yet," She
whispered seductively in his ear.

He could not answer her. Instead he working his fingers back and forth across her clitoris, taking his cue from the way her body reacted, the exotic juices thickening and lubricating his hand as he worked. He was so far gone in his concentration, determined to bring her to orgasm for teasing him. She leaned back and rode his hand pushing his fingers deeper inside her, one hand stroking him while the other slid down to caress the sensitive sacs. He caught his breath and her tongue slid down inside his ear, the hot wet flesh sending a shudder through him and making the head of his cock leak heavily. He almost lost it then and there. At last she guided him inside her and with a sigh of joy he filled her, hips rising and falling as she rode him, his hand still trapped inside her and bringing her to a state of bliss that rapidly had her hanging on to the rythym he was building up, so that when he paused she cried out, begging him not to stop, to increase the tempo. She was so close, so frelling close, she was going to kill him if he stopped now. He did not have the strength to grin at her. Aeryn bent her head and fastened on a nipple, licked, sucked then bit him gently as she rocked with him. He cried out as he came, the hot explosion flooding her with his heat and pushing her over the edge herself. She washed his hand with her elixer and he withdrew numb fingers and gripped her hips to shove deeper inside her, his thrusts hard and filled with passion, still coming as he thundered inside her and she called out his name. The bliss of coitus drained them both in happy stupour. For long microts Aeryn lay across him, his arms draped across her back not wanting to withdraw from her. He was the one place he wanted to be more than any other.

* * * * *

The baby lay awake in his crib. D'Argo and Chiana made love several times before collapsing in each others arms and drifting off to sleep. Rion was aware that Crichton and Aeryn were deep in the throes of their own passion. His link to Crichton allowing him to savour their joining, reach
out with his love for the human to embrace them both. Crichton felt something, so tentative, so gentle, so utterly without guile that it touched his heart and made him ache with joy. The feeling drifted away and his passion for Aeryn became all consuming. Her body encouraging him to reach heights that demanded every ounce of energy and strength he was capable of. The baby smiled to himself, the blue depths too wise for one so young. Rion yawned, closed his eyes, and feigned sleep.

* * * * *

In her apothecary, Zhaan checked everything was put away in its' rightful place and made her way to her quarters. She felt happy that things had worked out but worried because she did not understand what had happened or why. D'Argo had returned to his usual sweet self. Crichton seemed to be happy and unharmed. Chiana had forgiven D'Argo. Aeryn had opened up to
Crichton. Everything was as it should be. As she longed for it to be. Or was that the problem? Was it *too* perfect? Zhaan shook her head, telling herself off for being too suspicious. Yet she could not sleep. Could not let down her guard and rest. With a sigh she removed her clothes and sat cross legged, opening her mind to meditate. It was her most effective portal to the Goddess Kah'leen. Her guiding spirit in all things. She closed her eyes and let the Goddess guide her where she willed.

* * * * *

He was dreaming. The pursuit so real and unremitting that he could feel the increasing thud and strain of his heart as he tried to run. There was nowhere to go. Nowhere left to hide. Panic gave way to dispair. Sorrow because his presence was endangering them all. But what could he do? Where in hezmana could he go? Why should he have to go anywhere? He knew the answer. He always had. The cold emotionless eyes mocked him in their ferel glee.

*Come John, you knew it was always going to end this way*

He could not speak. Too choked with pain to form words. Scorpius tilted his head, observing him. Watching the agony of realisation damn his soul for eternity as it kissed the darkness. The walls were closing in. Slowly, inexorably, his prison was forming all around him. Shrink to fit. It reminded him idly of a pair of levis he had once owned. He remembered buying them then running upstairs to sit in a bath of cold water so that they would mould to the exact shape and size of his body. It was not so desirable now. A tear slid down his face as he slept, the leering skeletal head watching him without emotion.

*You know what I want. What I must have*

<There has to be another way>

*If there was don't you think I would take it?*

He did not know anything any more.

*You know what you have to do*

<No, I can't>

*You must*

<I'll fight you>

Scorpius laughed lightly. Genuinely amused. *I am coming for you*

<No!>

*Then give me what I want*

<I did. You have the chip. How's it my fault if you can't put it all together?>

*I will when you show me how*

He felt pain flood his senses on some deep level that bypassed all his bodily functions yet sliced his mind in segments like an orange. He had no idea how Scorpius did that or why he could not escape him.

*I made you a promise once, that you would never be free of me*

<Why do you keep pursuing me?>

*You know why*

<Tell me again>

Scorpius ignored him. Enjoyed watching the human's thoughts reflected on the man's face. He really was quite fascinated by the human's powers of endurance. His unsuspecting strength and courage. Someone who did not know Crichton well might mistake him for a coward. Scorpius had done so at first but he knew better now. The human was so much more than the sum of his
parts. Just as the wormhole technology was so more complicated that simply knowing how to encourage one to form. Having the technology was one thing, knowing how to use it was quite another. So he found himself still puzzling over Crichton. Unable to let go because the enigma that was Crichton was the only thing that would enable him to make the technology he needed so desperately, work. The future of the Peace Keepers was at stake.

Another tear slid down Crichton's cheek. Slowly sobs wracked his body. Aeryn stirred and hugged him close to her. She sensed something was wrong and woke instantly. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness she noticed that he had been crying. He was fast asleep. Her heart missed a beat. Gently she wiped the tears from his sleeping face, kissed his eyes softly and drew him close to her heart. If wishing could have made it so, she would have slain every terror that dared to touch him. He fell quiet in her arms and the nightmare left him. Aeryn studied the beloved face for a few microts, knowing that for John Crichton peace was something fleeting. She would speak to Zhaan tomorrow. See if there was not some way they could end his nightmares forever.

Scorpius watched. Marvelled that the former Peace Keeper could feel so deeply for this human. He let Crichton sleep, a touch here and there in his thoughts planting ideas and impulses that he would press into service later. For now he was content to use the clone to monitor and make the odd adjustment. Let the human think the danger had passed. That he had finally made it to something the human had once referred to as a land of milk and honey. He would enjoy revealing a different world to him when he was ready. A world overflowing with the blood of innocents and the song of the dead and the dying. When Scorpius had finished with John Crichton, they would all be crying his name with their last breath.

* * * * *

In the corridor the DRD waited patiently. Moya transmitted an update to him and Artoo trilled back at her. The leviathan was amused at the droid's concern. Assured him that Crichton was with Aeryn and not in any danger. Artoo elected to remain outside the door anyway so Moya left him.

Pilot worked silently, his four limbs moving without need of rest. Moya updated him on the status of all the crew. He asked her how she was and listened as the leviathan communicated her concerns to him. She was not worried so much as saddened by recent events. Pilot was surprised at how silent Rygel was. The diminutive Hynerian Dominar was normally much more vocal, always complaining about something or other. Pilot noticed the Hynerian seemed troubled but decided not to speak unless Rygel instigated a conversation. In another arn it would be D'Argo's turn to relieve Rygel. The Hynerian gave a deep sigh but said nothing. Pilot pretended not to notice but after the tenth such sigh he had to say something. "Is something wrong, Rygel?"

The Dominar turned beady bleak eyes on him. "I don't know. If I knew I would do something about it."

Pilot said nothing but carried on working, his eyes fixed on the many tasks he was handling at one and the same time. His ability to multi-task made him the perfect pilot for Moya. From time to time he flicked a curious glance at Rygel but the Hynerian did not speak again. At last D'Argo came to relieve him. Rygel made a hasty exit on his thronesled. D'Argo thought nothing of it, assuming the glutton in Rygel was heading straight for the mess hall. Rygel went straight to his quarters but not to sleep. He was deep in thought. His eyebrow ridge lowered in a dark frown. He sighed again. Not able to shake off the feeling that he was missing something. At last he decided to try to get some sleep. He would talk to Chiana later. That was if he could get her away from that bartantic great Luxan for a few microts.

* * * * *

In the dark vastness of the Uncharted Territories the Peace Keeper Command Carrier glided at hetch 3 like some vast ocean liner upon the sea of space. Unhurried, elegant and deadly. The Commander turned from his review of a console to gaze at his second in command. "Lt Braca, have the liquified remains removed from the cockpit. I want it cleaned and ready to fly again."

Lt Braca did not question him. "Yes, sir."

He turned and hurried away. The new project leader eyed him warily. Scorpius turned his head and fixed his dispiteous gaze upon him making the project leader quail inside. The last project leader's remains would be sluiced out along with the ignominy of questioning Scorpius's orders. He did not intend to make the same mistake. Scorpius ordered a new heading and sat back in his chair to consider his next move. When Braca returned to the bridge Scorpius allowed himself a slow smile. "I have been puzzling as to why Sebacean pilots cannot endure entry through a wormhole yet the human Crichton succeeded. Do you know why, Lt?"

"No, sir."

Scorpius's eyes gleamed. "I intend to find out."

If Lt Braca was curious he hid it well. Scopius smiled even wider. "I think it is time to send Commander Crichton back through the wormhole."

Surprise registered on the Lt's face. Scorpius looked amused.

"No questions, Lt?"

"No, sir."

Scorpius nodded slowly to himself. Pleased. "Increase speed to hetch 6."

Braca nodded. Scorpius stood up and left the bridge. He had something to do first.

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END