Title: Rainstorm

Author: sassy_lion

Summary: Just a little J/A shippyness. Completely and utterly plotless...

Spoilers: A/U somewhere in 4th season.

Disclaimer: I so wish I owned Farscape, but I don't, so I have to live with it.

Thanx To: martian_maren for the beta. I think more or less the English major will suit you. {{huggles}} and to my wonderful muse, Jisoba, who decided to get me up at three a.m. just to type this little thought in my head.

PLEASE READ AND REVIEW. IF YOU WANT MORE, TELL ME…

Aeryn sat by the large bay window, watching the thunder and lightning accompany the rainstorm. She watched as a bolt of lightning zigged across the sky with disjointed fascination. It had been nearly three weekens since she had arrived on this planet.

A moan in the dark shadows caught her attention and she quietly moved to the extremely large bed against the far wall of the room.

John lay there, almost naked, all except for his Calvins. He panted slightly, trying to cry out for her. She understood. Stripping to her underclothes, she climbed into the bed next to him. She gently started rubbing his stubbled chin, his neck, up to his cheeks and his forehead, trying to calm him. His battered body leaned into her touch as his breathing became deep and even.

Hezmana, he still looked like dren. It had been nearly two weekens since the bombing and he was not getting any better. As soon as Moya returned for them, she would have Pilot look for a Diagnosian to check the full extent of his injuries. She had been lucky to get him to their hotel room when she did.

Carefully taking in his appearance, she catalogued his injuries. Broken left leg, broken right arm (both had been set by a low-cost doctor later the day of the bombing), five broken ribs, a panoply of cuts and bruises, and his eyes. It was completely possible the extent of injuries, from both flying debris and the brightness, had blinded him permanently.

Aeryn was lucky she had gotten him out of the center square before those three "loyal" Peacekeepers had had a chance to complete their agreement. They had originally decided he would be better off dead, and if the bomb had been their first choice, what would have been their second?

Curling up to his warm body, she fell asleep microts later.

She woke up four arns later to a cooling bed. The body she had been curled up to gone. Panicked, she quickly sat up and to both her amazement and confusion, she found John sitting where she had been earlier. His good hand and his left ear were pressed against the plastic-like glass, listening to the still pattering rain. His braced leg propped on a heavy pillow.

Silent as a mouse, she climbed out of bed and joined him at the window, being careful not to touch his still healing arm, not touching him at all.

"How long has it been raining?" John asked, his voice still laced with sleep.

"Forty-six arns."

"You know," he began,"even though I can't really *see* the rain, I can still see it," he paused and traced his finger down the window following a raindrop, "in my mind." Hearing the pity in his voice made Aeryn inch closer. "I used to love the rain as a kid. Just sit on the porch in an arrondack chair listening to it rain. I'd fall asleep there sometimes." He motioned for Aeryn to come closer. As she climbed in his lap, careful of his injuries, he guided her head to his shoulder. A soft kiss in her hair.

Aeryn wrapped her arms around his waist. "I remember on the false Earth, in the motel room, the first time we..."

She was silenced by John's lips on hers. No searching, no hesitation. His tongue pushed into her mouth and she surrendered to the kiss, happy to be close to him once again. It seemed like the kiss lasted forever. They both broke away, catching their breaths. "I love you," he whispered in her ear before slowly finding his way to her neck and kissing it lightly.

"I love you, too," she whispered as his tongue penetrated her mouth once again.

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For some reason beyond me the story was accidentally deleted during a round of updating, so if you reviewed the story, please review again.

As requested, a second chapter is being written at this very moment. J Have a nice day.