The Way We Are
By irreversibly contaminated (aka: darkchakram)
Disclaimer: Don't own them but if Henson is looking for any suggestions, I have a few.
Spoilers: Takes place post PK-Wars so anything is game. Specific episodes include PK Wars and The Way We Were.
Author's Note I: I have not finished the comics, thus, they are not included in this story. I still haven't decided if I view the comics as canon but this story picks up a couple of weeks post PKWars and does not include any intended references to the comics.
Author's Note II: I envision this as a Chapter fic and the plan is to have the story wrapped up with Chapter Three. Updates will take no longer than one month.
Rating: This one ain't for the kiddies or the faint of heart, NC-17.
Thanks to vinegardog for the beta and the great suggestions. Any remaining mistakes are mine and mine alone.
Now on to the story:
D'Argo Sun Crichton grasped his mother's breast with his tiny hand as he suckled noisily. Aeryn kissed him lightly on the top of the head as she walked him to sleep on the observation deck. The nursing had been a little touch and go at first. Aeryn had expected it to come more naturally than it had. It actually took a great deal of effort. A few times she got frustrated, gave in, and used the powdered formula that Noranti told her that many Sebacean mothers used. But in the last three weekens she had become quite adept at nursing the infant. Aeryn looked out at the distant stars as she hummed a lullaby to her son in English. She didn't know any Sebacean lullabies, Peacekeepers certainly didn't have any, but John had taught her a plethora of songs from his childhood.
She hoped he would return soon. He had accompanied Chiana and Rygel to the ship that was going to ferry them to Hyneria. John, Aeryn, and Pilot had offered to take them to Hyneria aboard Moya but Rygel refused saying that he would return to Hyneria in a royal cruiser and make an entrance fit for a dominar. Aeryn had no cause to worry about John's safety, the peace had been signed over a month ago and with the Eidelon's help it looked as if the treaty might bring lasting harmony to the galaxy. Still, she couldn't shake that nagging feeling that something would go awry. Things always seemed to go awry, especially where her husband was concerned. He had a real knack for getting himself into trouble.
D'Argo drifted off to sleep as Aeryn hummed. She pulled him gently from her nipple and tucked her breast back into her tank. Tightening his swaddling, Aeryn decided she would put the baby in the nursery. With any luck he would sleep through the night and she and John could catch up on some much needed alone time. She wasn't quite healed enough to do everything her body craved to do to John's but she could still make it a night to remember. As Aeryn left the observation deck she turned to look at her star and was filled with the warmth of her husband's love.
"Hurry home, John," she whispered as the door to the observation deck closed.
John had spent an entire week working on Little D's nursery, he had worked up until the arn he had departed with Chiana an Rygel. He had bought a crib from a commerce planet and put it together himself. I had taken nearly three days of swearing and sore thumbs to get the frelling thing together. Aeryn had begged John to let the DRDs help him with the construction but John had stubbornly refused. John had insisted on bright primary colors for the bedding, baby furniture, and decorations. He had said Moya's metallic tones would not be stimulating enough for a baby. Not surprisingly he had decided the theme would be spaceships and stars. She had not had the heart to tell her husband that a baby born in space would probably dream of a planetary life. She had been raised in space and as a child had wondered what it would be like to be raised on a planet with trees, rivers, mountains, and beaches. Of course, the simulators aboard the command carrier were meant as an alternative to planetary living but she wondered nonetheless. However, those early childhood fantasies had been quickly pushed to the back of her mind when she started flying. Aeryn laid D'Argo in his crib, he squirmed and whimpered so she rubbed his belly and soothed him back to sleep. She mused about what his future might hold. Would he become a pilot like his mother? A scientist like his father? Would he be a bookworm? A politician? A farmer? A healer? She hoped he would not become a soldier. There was certainly honor in it but the life of a Peacekeeper was empty compared to the love that John and her friends had shown her. When John had told her that soldiers on Earth had families, the idea had seemed so foreign. Aeryn had not understood how one could split their loyalties in such a way. As a mother and a warrior she now did. If needed, she would fight even harder now that she had a husband and child to protect and come home to. She hoped it would never come to that. She truly wanted her son to be raised in peace. Aeryn dimmed the lights in the nursery and headed down the hallway to the converted cell she shared with her husband.
John said his goodbyes to Chiana and Rygel. He was going to miss them both. Reminding himself that it would not be goodbye, forever, John boarded the transport pod, disengaged the docking seal and punched in the return coordinates for Moya. He wished Aeryn could have accompanied him on this jaunt but he wanted Little D to get used to Moya, to internalize her rhythms, to learn that Moya was home. And, the best way for him to do that was for him to stay put for a while. Plus, he knew Aeryn was worried about the fact that the baby had not received Peacekeeper standard immunizations. He was apprehensive about the whole idea but he had to admit that she certainly had a point. Little D would need to be injected with translator microbes. Sure, they could raise him trilingually with English, Sebacean, and Traskan. He would also certainly learn a thing or two from Pilot. But, they owed it to him to be able to converse with the rest of the galaxy. It was really a matter of practicality. Still, John was nervous about the immunizations. He knew that if he lived on Earth there would be a series of immunizations but he couldn't shake his distrust of Peacekeepers. Maybe he could convince Aeryn to take Little D to a Sebacean breakaway colony or a diagnosian. Although he hated to admit it, he knew deep down that the Peacekeeper med-techs would be best equipped to run a full biological scan on his son and tell them what vaccinations he might need. He worried about Sebacean heat delirium but he supposed Aeryn was worried about human frailties as well.
"Hey Old Man," Chiana's voice came across the comm.
"Hey Pip."
"Give Little D a big kiss from his aunt Chi, okay?"
"First thing when I get back to Moya," John responded.
"Yotz! The first thing you better do is give the little pink slug a kiss from his Uncle Rygel, hmm," Rygel chimed in.
"Sparky, my kid is not a slug!"
"Whatever you say, Crichton. Just keep him out of trouble," the Hynerian responded.
"Like that's gonna happen, that kid is gonna be the dradest!"
"No, no, no, Chiana, Aeryn, Little D, and me are going to live the quiet life from now on," John promised.
"Yeah, good luck with that, Crichton. Seriously, though, you guys take care."
"Bye Pip, later Buckwheat," John said as he watched their ship disappear from the viewport.
Two arns later, John cruised into Moya's hangar bay singing a Creedence Clearwater Revival tune. Before John had a chance to deboard, Aeryn had already climbed into the pod.
"What took you so long, flyboy?" Aeryn asked in a husky voice that told John that his wife had missed him very much. He had a feeling he was going to be a very happy man, very shortly. He turned to see Aeryn clad in an outfit that he had never seen before. Oh, he had imagined her wearing similar attire plenty of times, but he didn't dare dream she actually owned anything remotely as seductive as the black leather corset and lace garter she was sporting. Black lace stockings graced her long muscular legs. Black panties covered her marvelous sex. She was a vision. The combination of leather and lace, John thought, was perfect for Aeryn, strong and vulnerable at the same time.
John's voice caught in his throat, but he finally managed to utter her name.
In the time it took him to catch his voice, Aeryn had grown nervous under his glare. What had she been thinking buying this stupid get up? She probably looked ridiculous. She looked down at the floor, unable to look him in the eyes any longer. She had entered the pod with so much confidence, so much need, now her confidence was shaken, she never dressed up to fool around.
John saw her waiver. It amazed him that she could doubt how beautiful she looked, how sexy, how desirable. He wasn't sure he would ever completely understand his enigmatic wife.
"Come here, beautiful," he said and motioned for her to sit on his lap.
The arousal in John's eyes gave Aeryn back the confidence that she had had when she had entered the pod. He was pleased. As she walked toward him, John noticed that Aeryn wasn't wearing shoes or boots. He admired the graceful arch of her foot in the stockings. She had to be the sexiest soldier in the universe.
When Aeryn straddled John's lap, she encountered the concrete evidence of his approval of her outfit.
"God, Aeryn, I missed you."
"Hmmm," she murmured as his erection intensified her arousal. "Missed you, too. Everyone get off safely?"
John grabbed Aeryn's hips to still them, if she continued that slow grinding rhythm, he was going to embarrass himself. "Yep, I think they are going to miss Little D more than they'll miss us."
"Probably," Aeryn agreed as John pulled her back into him. He began kissing the tender skin where her shoulder and neck met.
"You sure you're ready for this?" John didn't know how long it took Sebacean women to recover from giving birth but he believed human women would need a little longer than the three weeks that had passed since she had given birth to D'Argo.
"I think penetration is out of the question, but we can do other things, John. Did I say that I missed you?" Aeryn asked as she turned her face and kissed her husband. He was an amazing kisser, his tongue so skilled. He teased her lips with it and then plunged in for a deep kiss.
Aeryn broke the kiss, stood up, and pulled John up with her. They stood face to face and Aeryn traced his lips with her finger.
"So beautiful, John, there really is no better word to describe you."
John took the hand that Aeryn had used to stroke his lips and kissed the back of it. He snaked his other arm around her back and pulled her into him for another bout of tongue dancing.
"I love you, Aeryn," John said between kisses.
"And I you," she responded. "Be right back, I brought some blankets," she said as she headed toward the pod entry where she had left the coverings.
When Aeryn returned John had removed his shirt and was working on his gun belt.
"Let me," she said and tossed the blankets on the floor. Aeryn slowly undid the fastener on John's belt. The back of her hand grazing his cock through his leathers sent pleasant shivers throughout his body. He involuntarily bucked toward her. Aeryn hung the gun belt on a nearby utility rack and began working on John's leathers. As she slid them to the ground she lowered with them. Her face was inches from his member. John stroked her raven hair. How had he found this beauty? This alien woman who was now home to him?
"Sit down, John," Aeryn gently commanded. John eagerly complied. Aeryn grabbed one of the blankets, folded it and placed it at John's feet in front of the pilot's seat. Aeryn sank to her knees. John knew that he was not going to last long. It had been a long time. They had been busy saving the world and then Aeryn had her hands full with the baby. Feedings took a lot out of her but he had watched mesmerized by her willingness to give of herself for their child. Giving, she was always giving, Zhaan had called her selfless, how right she had been. John drank in Aeryn's image. She was wearing the outfit for him, giving him a fantasy. The corset pushed her gorgeous breasts upward, creating ample cleavage. Aeryn began kissing John's thighs, light tender kisses, driving him ever madder as she worked her way up his legs. Always giving. John's hips bucked as Aeryn released his hot, stiff member from his boxers. The cool air of the pod was quickly forgotten as Aeryn's wet mouth worked its way down his shaft.
"Aeryn, ahh, Aeryn," John moaned.
Aeryn's gifted tongue moved along the ridge that ran from the base of his cock to his engorged head. John knew if she did that one more time, he was going to lose it and he didn't want this to be over so soon.
He gently grabbed the back of her head to stall her ministrations. His cock popped free but Aeryn quickly throttled it and began fisting. She was certainly getting an "A" for effort! Damn, she was eager.
"Whoa, Whoa, slow down baby, or this party is going be over before it starts."
"Sorry, I've just been waiting so long, I've missed you, missed your body," Aeryn answered and slowed her rhythm.
John placed his hand over hers to stop her movement altogether. "I know baby, but I want to enjoy your body too, let's lay these blankets out so I can admire you and this sweet Victoria's Secret ensemble you got going on."
"Who's Victoria?"
"Nobody, it's a store, a place where you buy stuff like this on Earth."
"Ahh, I see," Aeryn spread out the blankets.
"My turn, now lay down," John ordered.
"Yes sir," Aeryn responded, as she did as he asked.
John slid his boxers down his legs and stood in front of Aeryn in all his hardened glory. She admired his masculine form, the strong calves, his tight nipples, and his beautiful organ.
"Roll over, Aeryn, and put your hands above your head, I want to touch you."
Aeryn did as directed, she enjoyed his verbal domination when they recreated.
As she settled into the position, she felt John go to his knees behind her. His strong hands began softly caressing her stocking clad calves.
"You look radiant Miss Sun."
He ran his right hand up her thigh and slid one finger beneath the lace panties. He stroked her ass before sliding the finger along her wetness.
"So magnificent."
John didn't penetrate her with his finger, instead he slid his whole hand beneath the panties to cup her sex. Aeryn immediately began to grind on his hand, seeking release. His cock twitched watching his wife ride his hand.
"Not yet," he said as he placed his other hand between her shoulder blades which caused Aeryn to lift her hips in delight. He mounted her from behind pressing his flesh into her soaked panties. He knew he could come from rubbing against her like this but he wanted Aeryn to feel pleasure too. He rose up and rolled her over. He kissed her forehead and then her lips. He nipped at one hardened nipple and began rubbing his sex against her lace encased pussy. He hoped he could apply enough pressure to her sensitive nub by rubbing his erection against her.
"Is this gonna get it? He asked.
"Mmhmm," she nodded and helped him by grinding harder against him.
"God, Aeryn, God, I'm . . ."
"Almost there," she panted.
"Commander Crichton, Officer Sun," Pilot's voice came over the comm, "Gunship, headed for us, they've locked onto our position."
"Frell," John and Aeryn yelled in unison as they scrambled to get up.
"Commander!"
"Yeah, Pilot, I'm coming," John said and laughed inwardly at his words.
Aeryn tossed John his pants and headed for the rear of the pod where she had left her outerwear. She quickly slid into leather pants and cinched her long coat over the corset. By the time she had finished getting dressed John was dressed and they headed down the ramp together.
"Love you," he said.
"Love you, now you go deal with these bastards and I'll get the baby, make sure he is secure."
"Okay, set the comm so that you can hear me but they can't hear you and the baby. If we get boarded, I want you to take him and get out of here."
"I am not leaving you John,"
"Dammit Aeryn, we don't have time for this, the baby is priority one."
She wanted to argue but she knew he was right. She nodded but her eyes were welling up in frustration. She grabbed John for one last kiss then headed for the nursery.