Unconditionally Forever, Chapter 4: Aeryn's Turn
After an exhausting day, Aeryn returned to her room, intending to shower and get something to eat. But her tired muscles complained, and she gave in to them, laying down on the bed to sleep. Suddenly, a noise issued from a dark corner.
"Lights!" she commanded, pulse pistol in hand, as she threw her legs off the bed, and crouched, awaiting the lights to fill the darkness.
As the lights reached the corner, Aeryn sighed in relief. It was only a DRD.
She lay her pistol on the table by her bed, and sat down again, all notions of sleep temporarily gone. The DRD approached her slowly, pushing something ahead of it. Aeryn was curious, and she reached out for, what turned out to be a recording chip. Quickly deciding to check it out, she stood up again and inserted in into the console on the large table in the middle of the room. Immediately an image appeared. Someone sleeping...Aeryn couldn't tell who it was because their back was turned. Then, with a sharp intake of breath, she realized it was
John's room. His clothes were scattered haphazardly all over, anywhere they had landed when he shed them. His pulse pistol, or as he called it, Winona, lay by his head.
There was movement from the figure, and he slowly turned over and sat up, rubbing his eyes.
Unconsciously, a smile had come to Aeryn's face. he looked just like a sleepy child, trying to wake up, but not really wanting to. He abruptly jumped out of bed, revealing to Aeryn he had on only the clothing he called, boxers. John headed for his shower room, and Aeryn temporarily lost sight of him. She kept the recording playing, only partly watching it. ((This DRD is a frelling spy! Who knows what else it's recorded...maybe even me!))
Aeryn looked back to the screen when she heard humming. John entered the room, hair wet, a towel around his waist. As she continued to watch, she became increasingly uncomfortable ((How am I any better then the DRD? I'm watching it too...)) Suddenly, Aeryn gasped. John's back was turned, but he had dropped the towel to the floor, preparing to dress. He turned around slightly as he pulled on his boxers, as he did so providing a full frontal view. Aeryn's eyes widened, a deep blush spreading across her face.
A loud knock brought her back to the present. She fumbled for a moment with the console, finally extracting the chip, which she placed inside her vest. Going to the door, she drew a calming breath. When she opened the door, Crichton was on the other side.
"Why aren't you answering your comm?" he asked angrily, or seemingly so,
"I turned it off." Aeryn replied, feeling herself blush, and forcing her eyes not to wander.
((Aeryn? Blush? Something's up...)) "What if it had been an emergency?" John demanded, trying to sound mad, but failing.
"Then someone could come get me." she answered smoothly. "As you seem to have done. What did you want Crichton?"
"I...came to get the DRD." he responded, spotting one near Aeryn's bed. "I had been working on it and that gosh darned little thing got away." It was a weak excuse, but it seemed to work.
((What's wrong with him? He seems...nervous. Something's wrong...)) "Fine, take it." Aeryn said, standing back allowing the DRD to exit. "Now, I suggest you leave as well."
"Aeryn, we need to talk..." John began, but was cut off with,
"No. We don't. Goodbye Crichton." Aeryn waited until he was clear of the door, then closed it.
After an exhausting day, Aeryn returned to her room, intending to shower and get something to eat. But her tired muscles complained, and she gave in to them, laying down on the bed to sleep. Suddenly, a noise issued from a dark corner.
"Lights!" she commanded, pulse pistol in hand, as she threw her legs off the bed, and crouched, awaiting the lights to fill the darkness.
As the lights reached the corner, Aeryn sighed in relief. It was only a DRD.
She lay her pistol on the table by her bed, and sat down again, all notions of sleep temporarily gone. The DRD approached her slowly, pushing something ahead of it. Aeryn was curious, and she reached out for, what turned out to be a recording chip. Quickly deciding to check it out, she stood up again and inserted in into the console on the large table in the middle of the room. Immediately an image appeared. Someone sleeping...Aeryn couldn't tell who it was because their back was turned. Then, with a sharp intake of breath, she realized it was
John's room. His clothes were scattered haphazardly all over, anywhere they had landed when he shed them. His pulse pistol, or as he called it, Winona, lay by his head.
There was movement from the figure, and he slowly turned over and sat up, rubbing his eyes.
Unconsciously, a smile had come to Aeryn's face. he looked just like a sleepy child, trying to wake up, but not really wanting to. He abruptly jumped out of bed, revealing to Aeryn he had on only the clothing he called, boxers. John headed for his shower room, and Aeryn temporarily lost sight of him. She kept the recording playing, only partly watching it. ((This DRD is a frelling spy! Who knows what else it's recorded...maybe even me!))
Aeryn looked back to the screen when she heard humming. John entered the room, hair wet, a towel around his waist. As she continued to watch, she became increasingly uncomfortable ((How am I any better then the DRD? I'm watching it too...)) Suddenly, Aeryn gasped. John's back was turned, but he had dropped the towel to the floor, preparing to dress. He turned around slightly as he pulled on his boxers, as he did so providing a full frontal view. Aeryn's eyes widened, a deep blush spreading across her face.
A loud knock brought her back to the present. She fumbled for a moment with the console, finally extracting the chip, which she placed inside her vest. Going to the door, she drew a calming breath. When she opened the door, Crichton was on the other side.
"Why aren't you answering your comm?" he asked angrily, or seemingly so,
"I turned it off." Aeryn replied, feeling herself blush, and forcing her eyes not to wander.
((Aeryn? Blush? Something's up...)) "What if it had been an emergency?" John demanded, trying to sound mad, but failing.
"Then someone could come get me." she answered smoothly. "As you seem to have done. What did you want Crichton?"
"I...came to get the DRD." he responded, spotting one near Aeryn's bed. "I had been working on it and that gosh darned little thing got away." It was a weak excuse, but it seemed to work.
((What's wrong with him? He seems...nervous. Something's wrong...)) "Fine, take it." Aeryn said, standing back allowing the DRD to exit. "Now, I suggest you leave as well."
"Aeryn, we need to talk..." John began, but was cut off with,
"No. We don't. Goodbye Crichton." Aeryn waited until he was clear of the door, then closed it.
