Chapter 9: Love You
After their shower together, Aeryn sent Crichton back to his quarters, and washed her hair once again, then proceeded to go to bed. Alone. ((Frell. What have I done?! It wasn't me he loved in there...just that frelling powder!!)) Tears formed in her eyes and she let them fall silently to her pillow.
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The next morning everyone gathered for breakfast. Quite awkwardly. There was apologies all around, excluding Rygel, who seemed very happy with himself, and Aeryn for that matter, who didn't say a word the whole meal. John...well, he didn't specify what he was sorry for, and his apology was the least convincing...
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Later that day, John approached Aeryn, who was once again working on her prowler.
"Aeryn...about last night..."
"No John. There's nothing to say. It was a mistake on my part. I was stupid in fact, to let you...infiltrate my feelings when I knew yours were false."
"Aer- Right. Sorry." he answered, beginning to walk away.
Aeryn turned her back to him, indicating the discussion was over. When she disappeared inside her prowler, John made up his mind, turned around, and followed quietly behind her...
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"There's no need to apologize again Crichton." Aeryn began, sensing him behind her. "Can you hand me that torch?" She asked, focused, or seemingly so, on the task at hand: fixing up her prowler.
"Sure. Here you go." John replied, laying the torch in her hand, but not letting go as she pulled it towards her. When she turned around, his lips found hers. They were pulled together as if magnetically.
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"FRELL IT ALL CRICHTON!!" Aeryn screamed,
"Aeryn, I-"
"No! Stop! It! I thought I had all that powder washed out..." she paused, then
called out, "Pilot?"
"Yes Aeryn?"
"What were the results of the test on my hair sample?"
"All of the powder was successfully washed out."
Aeryn sat still and thought that over for a moment.
"As I was trying to tell you, It's not the powder that makes me feel this way Aeryn..."
"Crichton, don't..." she protested, meekly now.
"Yes. I will. Aeryn, it's you that makes me this way...I...I lo-"
"I know Crichton, you've told me before."
"Let me say it now and mean it! Never before did I mean it like I do now. I love
you Aeryn Sun."
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End chapter 9
After their shower together, Aeryn sent Crichton back to his quarters, and washed her hair once again, then proceeded to go to bed. Alone. ((Frell. What have I done?! It wasn't me he loved in there...just that frelling powder!!)) Tears formed in her eyes and she let them fall silently to her pillow.
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The next morning everyone gathered for breakfast. Quite awkwardly. There was apologies all around, excluding Rygel, who seemed very happy with himself, and Aeryn for that matter, who didn't say a word the whole meal. John...well, he didn't specify what he was sorry for, and his apology was the least convincing...
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Later that day, John approached Aeryn, who was once again working on her prowler.
"Aeryn...about last night..."
"No John. There's nothing to say. It was a mistake on my part. I was stupid in fact, to let you...infiltrate my feelings when I knew yours were false."
"Aer- Right. Sorry." he answered, beginning to walk away.
Aeryn turned her back to him, indicating the discussion was over. When she disappeared inside her prowler, John made up his mind, turned around, and followed quietly behind her...
___________________________
"There's no need to apologize again Crichton." Aeryn began, sensing him behind her. "Can you hand me that torch?" She asked, focused, or seemingly so, on the task at hand: fixing up her prowler.
"Sure. Here you go." John replied, laying the torch in her hand, but not letting go as she pulled it towards her. When she turned around, his lips found hers. They were pulled together as if magnetically.
___________________________
"FRELL IT ALL CRICHTON!!" Aeryn screamed,
"Aeryn, I-"
"No! Stop! It! I thought I had all that powder washed out..." she paused, then
called out, "Pilot?"
"Yes Aeryn?"
"What were the results of the test on my hair sample?"
"All of the powder was successfully washed out."
Aeryn sat still and thought that over for a moment.
"As I was trying to tell you, It's not the powder that makes me feel this way Aeryn..."
"Crichton, don't..." she protested, meekly now.
"Yes. I will. Aeryn, it's you that makes me this way...I...I lo-"
"I know Crichton, you've told me before."
"Let me say it now and mean it! Never before did I mean it like I do now. I love
you Aeryn Sun."
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End chapter 9
