Disclaimers:
They belong to Henson et al
Spoilers: A Human Reaction
Rating:
G, PG
Aeryn was disoriented when she awoke. It had been so long since she had slept anywhere other than Moya. Instead of the quiet hum of the living ship, she could hear only the gentle tapping of the rain against the window, the occasional car passing. John's soft snoring. She gathered her bearings. It was not Moya, but Earth. The safehouse, as John had called it.
She was naked against him, bare flesh to bare flesh, and the hair on his chest felt rough against her cheek. Memories of only a few arns before flashed through her mind. His soft kisses, caresses which made her moan and sigh. How different it had been from all the men who had come before. Velorek liked to think outside the box but between the sheets he was just like the others, selfish and rough. John had given himself completely, asking for nothing in return. She had given little, because she was so unused to thinking about the needs of others.
It never should have happened. But it did, and she was not one to linger on 'what if?'.
It was still dark outside. Perhaps only an arn or more until morning. Then they would have to face the daylight, the dangers it brought with it. Soldiers hunting them, D'Argo halfway across the country, and Rygel dead on an operating table.
She would forget that for now. Forget that their lives were in danger, that she may be stuck on this planet forever, either in hiding with Crichton or like a wild creature in a cell, tortured and examined. No possibilities of flight, of ever being amongst the stars again.
She would forget that the man in whose arms she lay had sealed her fate of irreversible contamination with his intimate touches, that she had broken so many rules in one night. That she felt ashamed of herself for allowing him so close. For now, she would ignore it all. She had an arn or so left to be a woman for the first time in her life, rather than a Peacekeeper, a grunt or just another frell. An arn in which to enjoy the warmth of his arms wrapped around her, the feeling that she was wanted, needed, and that this didn't just happen in a desperate attempt to find comfort.
She could be happy.
Until sunrise.