Author's note: This is a filler scene for chapter two. It's rated M because of some marital bliss.
Aeryn kissed John deeply, her need to show him how much she loved him, how afraid she had been of losing him, fueling her passion. She hadn't lied about the celebratory frell, even though she knew it was not going to be just that. Love making, a most definite Human expression, was a very apt way of describing their couplings. It never would be just frelling, reducing fluid levels. Their always was emotion involved, adding something to the act that surpassed any pleasure she had ever experienced when it had been simply recreation with some Peacekeeper.
It even surpassed her experience with Velorek, which had been her first encounter with something... more. She hadn't been ready for that back then, and truthfully, she wasn't sure if she'd ever would have been, had she not been deemed irreversibly contaminated. But that didn't matter to her anymore. She had a wonderful husband, amazing children, and a good life.
Aeryn moaned softly when John's hand caressed just the right spot on her hip. No matter how she was feeling, whether she was already aroused or not, caressing that spot would always increase her need for her husband. And the frelling Erp-man knew it, too. The kiss ended and John gently coaxed her to lay on her back, and Aeryn gladly complied, knowing exactly what his intention were. She was glad she had had the foresight to remove her clothing before getting into bed, something John had mirrored.
Already being nude was certainly a benefit, as John could immediately start his loving caresses, kisses and nibbles. It was the one thing that had surprised her the most the very first time they had sex together. Unlike a Peacekeeper's single minded goal and using the most efficient method to attain that, John had taken his time exploring her body, driving her almost insane with want. Even Velorek with his emotions had still been efficient at reducing fluid levels, his emotions only really coming to the fore before and after the act.
Aeryn sucked in a breath as John sucked on her earlobe, her fingers digging into the sheet below her. How that part of her body could elicit such a powerful response in the rest of her body she would never know, but she was glad John's thorough exploration had brought that to their attention. His lips traveled further down her neck, his tongue occasionally slipping out of his mouth to lick her skin. Aeryn could feel her body going into sensory overdrive, every light touch of his fingers magnified a thousand times and adding to the fire. Cholak, she was already starting to pant and they just got started, John's mouth still on her collarbone.
Aeryn moved her hands to caress John's body, instinct after all those cycles guiding her hands blindly to the spots she knew turned him on even more. She bent one knee, moving her inner thigh against John's leg, adding fuel to both their fires. His hand had found its way to the top of her left breast, gently kneading it, her hard nipple pressed against the palm of his warm hand.
His lips tracked a path toward her right looma, still unhurriedly but no less intense. He placed light kisses on the soft flesh, moving slowly until his lips reached the top, circling her nipple twice until he finally sucked on the hard nub. She breathed out his name, moaning as his tongue was added to the mix, and his thumb and forefinger rolled the other nipple gently between them, slightly tugging.
She squirmed under him, moving her lower body toward him, trying to add some friction. Annoyingly but predictably, he denied her the quick pleasure, deftly moving along with her. She couldn't help but release a frustrated growl that turned into a hiss when he gently scraped his teeth along her nipple as he moved his head away from her breast. His warm breath was now replaced by the coolness of the air, feeling even colder against the wet nub.
Cracking one eye open she noticed he was looking very smug at his accomplishment so far, proven further as he chuckled lightly as soon as their eyes locked, Aeryn realizing her expression was probably a mix between annoyance and frustration. Before she could comment, his mouth descended once again on her right breast, trailing kisses all the way to the valley between, and back up the left breast.
Aeryn closed her eyes tightly, focusing completely on trying to keep her imminent release at bay. It wouldn't be the first time for John to get her to an early release without ever touching her anywhere near her center. Again his hand rubbed the curve of her hip, his other hand cupping the back of her head. His tongue slowly circled around her nipple over and over, every so often accompanied by licking across it, and Aeryn knew she was losing the battle. Only microts later she groaned his name as she experienced her first release.
It had only been a small orgasm and Aeryn was used to experience one or two of those before, as John would put it, the headliner. Without a word being uttered, John kissed her throat and started a trail down her body, between her breasts toward her belly button. That's where he stopped and then his lips were on the inside of her wrist. Frell him for knowing her body so well. If he kept this up, her next orgasm might not be small at all. Truthfully, she didn't want it to be, didn't want him to go slow. Not tonight, anyway. She needed John, needed to feel his strong body against her as they completed their union.
Without warning, Aeryn flipped them over, placing herself on top of him, hands resting on his chest. She could see in his eyes he fully understood what she wanted, what she needed. She needed to feel in control again. She brought one hand down between them, grabbing his hard shaft and slid the tip of it along her folds, already slick from John's ministration's earlier, even if he hadn't touched the area at all.
Lifting up slightly, she guided him inside her, sinking down on him in one fluid motion until he was buried completely inside her. She leaned down and forward, kissing him fiercely. To Aeryn, this had become the norm, a coupling never complete without the addition of kissing, sharing their emotional bond. She smiled down at him, their eyes locked. She placed her hands in his, pushing his down onto the sheet as she began to move her lower body, starting with a slow pace.
She used slow, deep strokes, almost allowing him to slip completely out of her, then added some quick, short ones accompanied by a slight sideway movement when he was at maximum depth. It was one of her favorites: a pattern to follow, bringing some sense of order, and at the same time allowed her to build up pressure. Aeryn knew John enjoyed it as much as she did, having claimed it made his release feel more intense. It simply was something both were craving, their previous coupling well over a weeken ago, an unfortunate record for them.
Aeryn slowly shifted her upper body down toward John, transitioning from an almost perfectly vertical stroke to close to a horizontal one. The shift changed the way the movement felt for both of them, not necessarily more intense but different. She maintained the deep strokes, but left out the pattern of shorter ones and sideway movements. She could really feel his entire length this way as it moved out and back in to her, and Aeryn knew it wasn't going to take long for her.
Probably not for either of them, Aeryn realized as she felt John starting his own movement, increasing the pace. Both of them were moaning increasingly louder, approaching their respective release. Aeryn lifted her upper body up a little, resting on her arms, with her hands still pushing John's onto the sheets. At the same time she increased the pace, her strokes becoming less deep but the increased pace ensured the intensity remained high.
Aeryn smiled as John warned her he was about to blow and ensured him she was there. She increased the pace further, feeling the pressure deep inside her build, threatening to erupt at a moments notice. She had learned to read the small changes in John's movements, moans and tension, and she could predict to the microt when he would empty himself into her. Over the cycles she had mastered the art of synchronizing her own release to coincide with his.
Aeryn slowed down, contracting her inner muscles to add pressure to John's hard member as it was buried deep inside. In her head she started to count down from ten, knowing that as soon as she reached zero they would share a powerful orgasm. When she reached eight, she resumed the fast pace, increasing it at five and again at two. Both of them were moaning each other's names all the way through her mental countdown, their respective climaxes building to become more powerful on each stroke.
At zero Aeryn allowed the damn to break, releasing one of the strongest climax of her life, a climax that was met by John's erupting deep inside her, their fluid's mixing as they both rode out the intense pleasure, John slightly spasming as he squirted a few more drops. Aeryn let herself fall down on top of her husband, tired but thoroughly satisfied. John's arms, now that she had released his hands, moved to allow him to caress her body, another thing that had never happened during her early Peacekeeper days. But now it was the most natural thing to do, signs of affection given after the physical act.
They laid like that for a few hundred microts, soft kisses and caressed exchanged. The position was a compromise between their respective needs; Aeryn needed to cool down, her core temperature high enough to feel a bit uncomfortable. John needed warmth much sooner, which Aeryn provided by being on top of him, shielding him from the cool air. Aeryn finally rolled off of him, snuggling beside him as he reached for the cover and pulled it up, leaving part of Aeryn uncovered still.
Aeryn bit her lip, a thought she'd had before their coupling returning. "John?"
"Yeah?"
"I think we should allow our children to travel a wormhole. Under out supervision, obviously," she added when she felt John stiffen slightly.
"I really don't want 'em anywhere near the frelling rabbit holes."
Aeryn craned her head upward. "You know as well as I do there are no guarantees they will never have to be involved with one. It'd be best if they had some practical experience."
John sighed. "Yeah, I know. Doesn't mean I have to like it." He sighed again. "I'll ask Pilot to turn the boat 'round."
