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etymology (the meaning cannot be stifled)

by sugargroupie

R, 205 words

Summary: they were just words.

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

Notes: A little snippet written just because. No spoilers, no beta.

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Aeryn licked her palm and wrapped her hand around him in a loose grip. His stomach muscles jumped as she stroked down, her fingers tightening around his cock; they tightened a little more and he whimpered.

John was torn between keeping a watchful eye on Aeryn as her hand worked him over, and letting his head thud to the floor where he could only feel. He settled somewhere in between when she ducked her head and took him into her mouth, a mess of gurgling sounds fighting their way past his lips.

He'd long since shaken the embarrassment of sliding into incoherency during sex. They were just words, or at least they were meant to be words, but with Aeryn he'd learned the usefulness of silence; of holding an entire conversation with a glance, of translating emotions with a single touch.

Each swirl of her tongue along his dick, teeth gliding against sensitive flesh, lips following the curve and weight of him, are codes of Aeryn-speak.

And after he came inside her mouth -- returned the favor by pushing his head between her thighs -- he returned the sentiment gladly until she cried out, fist clenching the back of his shirt.

Said simply: message received.

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