A/N: I am so sorry it took me so long to come back to this. My muse did a runner, but I'm getting back to Farscape again and hope to finish this one soon, provided I can feed the Muse enough of it! Please review, help me think! Love xx Shezzi
Aeryn led John out of the infirmary and started towards the galley, but John had other ideas. As soon as the sounds of the others had faded behind them, he turned in her grip, and cupping her cheek gently, bent to kiss her. "Not hungry for food," he told her, when they pulled apart, panting slightly.
Aeryn grinned, and pulled him down again, lips locking as tongues slid over each other, dueling for supremacy. She pulled back, and led the way to the nearest empty quarters as fast as she could, pulling the privacy curtain across the locked grating as they entered.
She slipped her hands under John's jacket, sliding off his shoulders to fall to the floor, then kicked it out of the way. John tugged on her vest with slightly clumsy fingers, undoing the zip and repeating Aeryn's actions to slide it down her arms. His hands dropped to her waist as he lowered his head to nuzzle her neck, working entirely on feel, and started to toy with the lower hem, fingers brushing lightly against the skin that showed between top and leather pants.
Aeryn moaned as he bit her neck lightly, his tongue soothing the area right after. She pulled his shirt out of his pants and ran her hands under it, stroking up his back. He did the same to her, even as she pulled him backwards onto the bed.
Chiana sat on the floor of the cargo hold, frowning. She didn't know what to do, and she was so angry! He was so unreasonable; they had been trying to do their best, and John had almost been killed because D'Argo insisted on rushing in, but still, the Luxan refused to forgive his friend.
She huffed angrily, and stood, brushing her hands against her pants. She needed to do something; she couldn't just sit. She moved over to the mats Aeryn had set up for sparring and centered herself. She started a pattern dance that was particular to a type of martial arts practiced exclusively by Nebari, moving through the sinuous motions, slowly gaining speed.
As she moved, she thought. She didn't agree with D'Argo, but she could understand his current frustration. Knowing that his son would be sold into slavery couldn't be easy on the emotional Luxan, particularly when he himself had been unjustly imprisoned for murdering the boy's mother. She sighed; she didn't know what to do. She cared for D'Argo, but John was like a brother to her, and D'Argo's attitude was hurting him.
She finally finished the set, coming to a stop in a 'kill' position over her imaginary opponent. She slumped down, and frowned again. Finally making up her mind, she stood and went in search of a certain Luxan warrior.
She found him staring out at the stars from the balcony, hands braced against the railing. "D'Argo," she said simply, waiting for him to notice her.
"Chiana," he growled, turning towards her. "You don't understand."
"No, I understand perfectly, D'Argo. John put himself in incredible danger to save YOU. To save your son, which we now have a chance to do. And he got terribly injured doing it. And even terribly injured, he found a way to save us AGAIN. And all you can do is just criticize. Is be angry because he wouldn't go along with it right from the start, because he only came in when you forced his hand. Actually, you know what, you're right. I don't understand. I don't understand how you can still be angry at him after that." So saying, she turned again and stormed away, only to stop after a few steps with a sigh.
"That isn't what I came out here to say," she said, not turning around. "I came to say I'm sorry for fighting. Crichton is like a brother to me, as much as Neri was, and you're hurting him, and I can't stand that, but you're my lover. I can't actually pick a side on this one, I can see both points of view, so from here on in, I'm going to be neutral. But in that comes something else – you can't come to me and grouse about him. I don't expect him to be grousing about you. He's a better person than that. Do you understand? I don't want to fight anymore, and to that end, I am not going to take sides, but at the same time I can't be hearing about the sides."
D'Argo swallowed hard. Her first, angry exclamations had made some hard points for him, and he was forced to admit their truth. "Chiana," he interrupted her, laying a gentle hand against her lips. "You were right."
"I was? I mean, I was," she replied firmly.
"I've misjudged John. I'll talk to him, make sure he knows that I know that," D'Argo declared. "And if we can reform the money and make it back into its original ingots we can still make it to the auction and buy Jothe's shipment, free Stark's people as well as my son. I owe you can apology also, Chiana. I'm sorry."
The fact that D'Argo unbent enough to apologize meant a lot. "I accept your apology on my own account. And once you've actually said that to John, I'll come back to your bed. Understand?"
"I understand," he replied.
