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Mouthful of Snow

by sugargroupie

G, 283 words

Summary: This was Earth weather. Crichton snow.

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

Notes: written for the Farscape holiday drabble exchange. This is for Sabaceanbabe, who prompted John, Chiana, snow. Thanks to Stars for the beta.

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Chiana gasped with laughter as a drop of snow hit her on the nose. She lifted her head to the sky and opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue for a taste.

She hummed in pleasure, even though the snow lacked a specific flavor. This was Earth weather. Crichton snow.

Chiana looked over her shoulder as Crichton trudged through the thick whiteness on the ground. "Hey, Old Man, c'mere!"

She stuck her tongue out again as more wet flakes came down from the sky, jumping up and down as if to meet them first.

Crichton's husky chuckle surprised her from behind. "Chia-pet, what the hell are you doing?"

Chiana scrunched up her nose at the name, but said, "Eating snow, what's it look like?"

Crichton clasped his gloved hands together and sighed. "You enjoying yourself?" he asked with faint amusement.

A white cloud trailed his words, causing Chiana to giggle and form an O with her lips before releasing a gust of breath into the cold air.

She grabbed his gloved hand with her bare one and tugged him closer. "Do it with me," she demanded, clutching his fingers tighter when it looked like Crichton was about to refuse.

He grinned suddenly, said, "All right Chi, only for you," and for a moment Chiana took his words to heart, as if he'd said what she'd waited four cycles to hear.

She dismissed it immediately, and turned her face to the sky just in time to catch a snowflake on her cheek.

The moment was ruined a few microts later when she yelled out "Frell!" as a big wet ball of snow hit her chin and neck, with Crichton's cackling laughter filling her ears.

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