Chapter 8: John and Aeryn
"Aeryn?" John called softly, knocking before he entered her quarters. When there was no reply, he simply followed his ears, and his nose. To the sound of running water, and...Aeryn.
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Aeryn was in the midst of probably the most through hair washing in her whole life. "I can't have everyone acting this way..." she thought aloud, and then added, "I wonder what Pilot meant when he said Moya felt it too...Dren...no...Could she? Ha!"
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John stepped out of his clothes, taking care not to make any noise before he stepped into the shower with Aeryn.
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"Frell, Crichton! Get the frell out!" she yelled, withholding the scream that rose inside her when he had surprised her by putting his arms around her from behind. She had whirled around, all thoughts of modestly gone for the moment. But only a moment, for a deep blush soon came to her face.
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"Aeryn. God, you're so beautiful..." John breathed, standing as close to her as she would allow, as his eyes took in every inch of her.
"No John. You just think that because of this frelling powder," she said, turning to gesture at the closed bottle behind her. John took the opportunity to step closer and catch her mouth in his, delivering a slow passionate kiss as Aeryn had never experienced the likes of before.
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"Frell John! It's just the powder making you feel this way!" she growled at him, deep down wishing it were really her he was attracted to.
"Get out." she ordered, once again conscious of both their nakedness.
"Aeryn...I could never leave you...even if I wanted to."
She started to speak, but no words came out, for John silenced her with another
kiss...
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End chapter 8
"Aeryn?" John called softly, knocking before he entered her quarters. When there was no reply, he simply followed his ears, and his nose. To the sound of running water, and...Aeryn.
_________________________
Aeryn was in the midst of probably the most through hair washing in her whole life. "I can't have everyone acting this way..." she thought aloud, and then added, "I wonder what Pilot meant when he said Moya felt it too...Dren...no...Could she? Ha!"
_________________________
John stepped out of his clothes, taking care not to make any noise before he stepped into the shower with Aeryn.
_________________________
"Frell, Crichton! Get the frell out!" she yelled, withholding the scream that rose inside her when he had surprised her by putting his arms around her from behind. She had whirled around, all thoughts of modestly gone for the moment. But only a moment, for a deep blush soon came to her face.
________________________
"Aeryn. God, you're so beautiful..." John breathed, standing as close to her as she would allow, as his eyes took in every inch of her.
"No John. You just think that because of this frelling powder," she said, turning to gesture at the closed bottle behind her. John took the opportunity to step closer and catch her mouth in his, delivering a slow passionate kiss as Aeryn had never experienced the likes of before.
_________________________
"Frell John! It's just the powder making you feel this way!" she growled at him, deep down wishing it were really her he was attracted to.
"Get out." she ordered, once again conscious of both their nakedness.
"Aeryn...I could never leave you...even if I wanted to."
She started to speak, but no words came out, for John silenced her with another
kiss...
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End chapter 8
