Disclaimer: The beautiful genius of Farscape belongs to its wonderful creator, Rockne S. O'Bannon, and all the lovely people involved with it such as Nine Networks, Jim Henson Productions, Animal Logic, etc. If I was making money from writing this stuff, do you honestly think I would still be writing only fanfic? ;)
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Companionable silence fell over the couple as they walked down one of Moya's many tiers. After the day they had had, they both enjoyed the calmness – it was a much-needed break from their normally hectic lifestyle.
As they reached the door to Aeryn's quarters, both of them paused. Crichton hugged her tightly, all of a sudden – not wanting to let go, almost like he was afraid she was going to disappear if he did.
"Thank you," he mumbled into her shoulder, as he held tight to her like a drowning man.
She returned the hug, stroking his hair and holding onto him just as tightly – they both realized this brief moment of peace and quiet was going to be short lived, just as all the previous ones had been.
Taking a deep breath, Crichton stepped back, reluctantly releasing Aeryn's warm body. "I guess I better go get some sleep…we have a long day ahead tomorrow."
As he turned to walk down the passageway leading to his quarters, Aeryn reached out and grabbed his hand, stopping him in his tracks. When Crichton didn't turn around to face her once more, Aeryn took a shaky breath and broke the silence; "Don't go, John…"
"Are you asking me to stay?" he questioned cautiously.
Both of them knew what would happen if he did…the only thing was that they didn't know if either of them were ready for what it would mean and what it would do to their relationship…
Crichton slowly turned around to face her, intertwining his fingers with hers. Aeryn's eyes were glistening with tears as he cupped her face with his free hand, running his thumb along her jaw line. Speaking in just above a whisper, Crichton repeated his question, "Do you want me to stay, Aeryn?"
"Yes." It was the simplest answer of all time, one that was the gate to a complex myriad of emotions and possibilities in the future…there was no turning back now or ever, and both of them realized that as they clashed together like a raging storm twisting throughout space and time…
Fin
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Companionable silence fell over the couple as they walked down one of Moya's many tiers. After the day they had had, they both enjoyed the calmness – it was a much-needed break from their normally hectic lifestyle.
As they reached the door to Aeryn's quarters, both of them paused. Crichton hugged her tightly, all of a sudden – not wanting to let go, almost like he was afraid she was going to disappear if he did.
"Thank you," he mumbled into her shoulder, as he held tight to her like a drowning man.
She returned the hug, stroking his hair and holding onto him just as tightly – they both realized this brief moment of peace and quiet was going to be short lived, just as all the previous ones had been.
Taking a deep breath, Crichton stepped back, reluctantly releasing Aeryn's warm body. "I guess I better go get some sleep…we have a long day ahead tomorrow."
As he turned to walk down the passageway leading to his quarters, Aeryn reached out and grabbed his hand, stopping him in his tracks. When Crichton didn't turn around to face her once more, Aeryn took a shaky breath and broke the silence; "Don't go, John…"
"Are you asking me to stay?" he questioned cautiously.
Both of them knew what would happen if he did…the only thing was that they didn't know if either of them were ready for what it would mean and what it would do to their relationship…
Crichton slowly turned around to face her, intertwining his fingers with hers. Aeryn's eyes were glistening with tears as he cupped her face with his free hand, running his thumb along her jaw line. Speaking in just above a whisper, Crichton repeated his question, "Do you want me to stay, Aeryn?"
"Yes." It was the simplest answer of all time, one that was the gate to a complex myriad of emotions and possibilities in the future…there was no turning back now or ever, and both of them realized that as they clashed together like a raging storm twisting throughout space and time…
Fin