Disclaimer: Farscape is the wonderful creation of and belongs to Rockne S. O'Bannon, Jim Henson Productions, Nine Networks, SciFi Channel, etc. If I was making money from this, would I still be writing only fanfiction?
__________________________________________________
They kissed softly… long and languid, not wanting to ever let go, afraid their salty tears might pull them apart one last time. He barely pulled his lips away from hers, resting his forehead against her own.
Wiping both of their tears from her cheek, Crichton smiled sadly; "You know I have to do this, babe."
"We have time," pausing when her voice cracked with emotion, "…you don't have to go…"
"We've gone through this already, Aeryn… please. Just accept it for what it is," he pleaded as he tucked a stray few wisps of hair back behind her ear.
They both leaned in for another chaste kiss, this one growing in intensity… desperation and hopelessness seeping through. Aeryn's hands absently found his utility belt, undoing the clasp and letting it fall to the floor.
Their lips parted once more, a questioning look in Crichton's eyes. To reassure him of her decision, she pulled him into an intensely passionate kiss… the both of them slowly sliding to the floor together…
__________
He hesitantly pulled his black shirt over his tousled hair as he watched her dress as well. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth when she reached for her pulse pistol before her shirt… her boots not even tied.
Aeryn expertly fastened the holster onto her leg and belt, checking that the pistol was secure. Pulling her hair back, she briefly glanced over her shoulder, watching him as he reached for his own boots… shirt and pants already on.
As he sat up, his eyes caught hers, pinning each other in place… ocean mirroring sky; both held the same thoughts. Breaking away from each other's stare as suddenly as they had locked eyes, they both continued dressing…
Crichton stood up, retrieving his belt from the other side of the room, as Aeryn pulled her shirt on, zipping it up smooth and swift. She turned around to face him, unsure of what she should say…
Kneeling down on the floor, Crichton scooped up the tiny bronze sphere he had almost crushed, examining the broken chain that it hung from… the whisper of metal almost surreal.
She tentatively walked up behind him; looking over his shoulder at the locket he held in his hand… her locket. Reaching over his shoulder, she tried to snatch back the tiny object. Crichton closed his hand quickly, catching her hand, along with the locket…
"Give it back," she demanded, trying to keep a firm hold on her emotions.
Standing up to face her, he pulled her into a gentle hug… resting his chin on her shoulder a wrapping his arms around her. After a moment, Aeryn relaxed and hugged him closer to her… closing her eyes in pain and sadness.
"You really don't have to leave…" she whispered to him.
His only reply was a gentle squeeze… he didn't trust himself to speak.
More tears threatened to flood her eyes… "I love you."
Crichton sighed sadly as he gently kissed her neck, "I love you too…"
Fin
__________________________________________________
They kissed softly… long and languid, not wanting to ever let go, afraid their salty tears might pull them apart one last time. He barely pulled his lips away from hers, resting his forehead against her own.
Wiping both of their tears from her cheek, Crichton smiled sadly; "You know I have to do this, babe."
"We have time," pausing when her voice cracked with emotion, "…you don't have to go…"
"We've gone through this already, Aeryn… please. Just accept it for what it is," he pleaded as he tucked a stray few wisps of hair back behind her ear.
They both leaned in for another chaste kiss, this one growing in intensity… desperation and hopelessness seeping through. Aeryn's hands absently found his utility belt, undoing the clasp and letting it fall to the floor.
Their lips parted once more, a questioning look in Crichton's eyes. To reassure him of her decision, she pulled him into an intensely passionate kiss… the both of them slowly sliding to the floor together…
__________
He hesitantly pulled his black shirt over his tousled hair as he watched her dress as well. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth when she reached for her pulse pistol before her shirt… her boots not even tied.
Aeryn expertly fastened the holster onto her leg and belt, checking that the pistol was secure. Pulling her hair back, she briefly glanced over her shoulder, watching him as he reached for his own boots… shirt and pants already on.
As he sat up, his eyes caught hers, pinning each other in place… ocean mirroring sky; both held the same thoughts. Breaking away from each other's stare as suddenly as they had locked eyes, they both continued dressing…
Crichton stood up, retrieving his belt from the other side of the room, as Aeryn pulled her shirt on, zipping it up smooth and swift. She turned around to face him, unsure of what she should say…
Kneeling down on the floor, Crichton scooped up the tiny bronze sphere he had almost crushed, examining the broken chain that it hung from… the whisper of metal almost surreal.
She tentatively walked up behind him; looking over his shoulder at the locket he held in his hand… her locket. Reaching over his shoulder, she tried to snatch back the tiny object. Crichton closed his hand quickly, catching her hand, along with the locket…
"Give it back," she demanded, trying to keep a firm hold on her emotions.
Standing up to face her, he pulled her into a gentle hug… resting his chin on her shoulder a wrapping his arms around her. After a moment, Aeryn relaxed and hugged him closer to her… closing her eyes in pain and sadness.
"You really don't have to leave…" she whispered to him.
His only reply was a gentle squeeze… he didn't trust himself to speak.
More tears threatened to flood her eyes… "I love you."
Crichton sighed sadly as he gently kissed her neck, "I love you too…"
Fin