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Bleedback

by sugargroupie

R, 300 words

Summary: she squeezes in a little pain with the pleasure.

Disclaimer: Not mine; O'Bannon, Henson, Kemper, et. al.

Notes: Spoilers up to Terra Firma; beta free, yes, and something I found on my flash drive.

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White walls.

Aeryn is enclosed by the brightness; the smell of fresh paint and stale air. She pushes back the memory of sweeping hand gestures and excited humans as they welcomed the aliens to their new home. Too many sharp lines and the whiteness of the entire house, blinds her.

But the sheets are cool against the bare skin of her back as she lies against the bed. The silence is welcoming, and though she can hear voices; human and alien traffic, she tunes it all out. Focuses on the drag of the zipper on her leathers, the heavy thump as her pants hit the floor.

Her fingers graze the skin of her belly, and the expected rush flows through her body at the contact. This is a familiar path she can navigate with ease, and she slips her hand beneath the band of her underwear, spreads her legs wide and keeps her eyes open. Imagining darker quarters, a different set of hands and a warm mouth is an indulgence - but right now Aeryn just needs to frelling come; needs to feel the tension roll off her back and feel the slick wetness of a job well done. She grounds the heels of her feet into the mattress, gently rocks her hips as she sets up a rhythm of slip and slide on her fingers. Her release bleeds back - catches her mid-moan as she arches her back, suspended in flight.

It's not enough, and she pinches her nipple, squeezes in a little pain with the pleasure, and digs deeper between her thighs. Languorously tips over the edge.

Aeryn finally rolls onto her stomach and buries her hands beneath the pillow, stretching her limbs with a contented sigh. She spends her first night on Earth alone, and she sleeps soundly.

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