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On Display

by sugargroupie

R, 1,212 words

Summary: If she didn't wake up crying it was one of the good days.

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

Notes: Post- Peacekeeper Wars. Beta free, but slightly revised since original post date. This was written for a farscapefriday challenge.

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She'd just slid down, muscles massaging his sex when their comms crackled to life. Rygel's strident voice filled their quarters. "Aeryn, there's something wrong with your offspring."

A deep breath on the down stroke-- "Don't worry about it Rygel, children do that sometimes." --and she leaned forward, hissing in pleasure as John's tongue circled an aroused nipple.

Silence greeted her response and she paused for a microt to think about her son in the company of their resident Dominar. Rygel prided himself on the bond he shared with D'Argo, and as such liked to believe there wasn't much he couldn't handle with the child. The fact that he was calling for help should've set off alarms through Aeryn but she was having a hard time concentrating on anything but the feel of John warm and solid beneath her.

She kissed him slow and deep and imagined his large hands running through her hair; she nuzzled the side of his neck as he growled her name. Just before a wicked smile blossomed on her face a high piercing squall, followed by an equally frustrated demand, filtered through the comms badges. "Aeryn, Crichton! If you don't--"

"Baby, just go," John insisted.

Aeryn jumped from the bed and threw on a black shirt and leather pants while speaking into her comms. "Rygel I'm on my way!"

The Hynerian harrumphed loudly. "Well hurry the frell up! He doesn't look well."

"Hey Aer?"

She turned her attention back to John, lying prostrate on the bed. "Yes?"

"I feel a little draft. Would you mind?"

Aeryn bit her lip to keep from smiling. "Of course not, why would I mind?"

John sighed. "Aeryn. Just cover up the boys."

She chuckled quietly and flung the gold sheet across his hips. "Don't move," she ordered and kissed him quickly before leaving.

"Couldn't if I wanted to," John murmured and stretched his arms the few limited denches they were allowed as if to prove his point. He was trussed up like a game hen, spread eagle with a raging hard-on still slick with Aeryn's wetness.

He was worried about the Little D, and more than a little self-conscious at being on display. It was one thing playing bondage games with Aeryn, but quite another just sitting there by himself. It led to memories he'd just as soon forget. No, he shook his head roughly. Too much more of those thoughts and he'll have a damn complex.

Just chill. She'll only be a few microts.

He sighed again and tried not to think about how empty his head was without Harvey.

***

Chiana's feet hit the floor of the tier soundlessly as she made her way closer to living quarters. Every day, without any effort on her part, she found herself wandering the golden halls of Moya. For monens she couldn't move a metra without being reminded of her D'Argo in some way. And just when it started to hurt a little less-- when her every waking moment wasn't consumed with anger, her walks began.

She remembered Aeryn quietly suggesting that maybe she was expecting to see him, which was just tinked.

"You've been around Crichton too long," she'd scoffed at the older woman.

Aeryn had never mentioned it again, and none of the others commented on her frequent wanderings. The Leviathan seemed so much bigger without his imposing presence, but just seeking out one tier at a time seemed to leech away the pain. One step at a time. And if she didn't wake up crying it was one of the good days, as Crichton often reminded her.

She passed one of the empty rooms to see Aeryn holding young D'Argo close to her chest while Rygel hovered nearby, and her lips turned up slightly. The little slug really doted on the kid. Chiana figured the boy was the first being in cycles that Rygel thought about before himself.

She shrugged, kept moving-- and stopped outside Crichton and Aeryn's room. The door was closed and the privacy curtain was in place; like that was going to keep her out.

Chiana hesitated. She wanted to see Crichton, even if it was just to watch him sleep. She wanted to guard him, the way she'd never be able to guard D'Argo again.

She waved her hand over the sensor and stepped lightly into the room as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. "Frell."

"Pip?" John's head switched comically from side to side and he was overwhelmed with the sudden urge to giggle hysterically.

Chiana came to the foot of the bed. "Hey old man," she waved a hand over his blind-folded gaze. "Didn't think Aeryn had it in her."

"Very funny. What are you doing here?"

"I think a better question is what are you doing, and how can I play?" She skimmed her fingers along the edge of the sheet, tugging slightly until he turned his head in her direction.

"Chi," John warned. "Don't."

"Aw, lighten up Crichton I'm just playin'."

"Pip, do I look like I'm in any position to lighten up?" John hunched his shoulders. "Just don't mention this to Aeryn, or anyone."

"Why not? This is too good to keep to myself." Amusement tinted her voice.

John shifted uncomfortably. "Because enough people know our business on this ship already."

"Shyahh! I'm never gonna live that down, am I?"

"Has she let you near her prowler lately?" He sighed in relief when the short laugh escaped her lips. It was low and brief, but it was real. "How you doing?"

Chiana nodded even though he couldn't see her. "It's a good day. So far."

'It'll get better," he offered.

She ran her fingers through his already ruffled hair. "I hope so Crichton," she said and left the room just as silently as she'd entered.

John guessed it was too much to hope for that she'd close the door on her way out.

***

"I'm back," Aeryn announced as she returned to their quarters a while later.

"Hey. How's the little tyke?"

"He's fine John. Rygel just got a little overeager and scared him a bit." She removed her boots and set them back in their place before coming to sit beside him on the bed. "He's calmed down now."

John nodded with a grin. "Good. I would've come to help but someone left me tied up."

"I like you like this," Aeryn said and touched her lips to his. "You stay out of trouble this way. Did you miss me?"

"Baby I always miss you," he murmured against her mouth, suckled on her bottom lip.

Aeryn pulled back the sheet covering his body and took his flesh in her hand, working him over with slow firm strokes. "Good answer."

She watched his reaction carefully, drawn back to his mouth and strong jaw line repeatedly until the need to feel his skin against hers was too much to ignore. With one quick squeeze to the tip she rose from the bed and began taking off her clothes.

He visualized her removing each item of clothing, felt the shift of the mattress as she straddled his hips and nearly came right then and there as she rubbed herself against his erection. "Now," she whispered in his ear, "where were we?"

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