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Ficlet: SCAM: Farscape
Kinda fluffy John/Aeryn
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When John Crichton considers, over a pitcher of raslak, his relationship with Aeryn Sun, he invariably thinks of it as sexy. Of her as sexy.
He thinks it should disturb him that he finds her sexiest when she's sweaty and filthy, her hands competently training a pulse pistol on anyone and everyone.
But then again, John Crichton never thought he'd fall for a woman who didn't understand compassion, love, laughter and friendship.
When she's there at his side, kicking his ass, or defending herself, he gets the sex part. It's every man's wet dream -- a woman with a body who can out-kick, out-shoot, out-fuck him. What he doesn't get is the way she partitions it all.
Sex, now. Guns, later. Sometimes, they go hand in hand.
Of course, she's also sexy when she's arching beneath him, her hands fisted in the cloth that passes for sheets, her hair spilled across his pillows.
Post-orgasm, she's sleepy-eyed and pliant, and he likes her then, too.
John doesn't like to think of 'love' being part of this equation of him and Aeryn and sex. Love means stability, and a future, and commitment. He's stuck here in the Uncharted Territories, but he doesn't think he'll be here forever.
And he knows she won't go home with him -- she wouldn't fit.
He's beginning to think he won't, either.
So it isn't love, he convinces himself when she tackles him and rolls, and they get out of the line of fire. It's sex. Clinical, fantastic, mind-blowing, sex. Love is for fairy tales and little girls with stars in their eyes.
It's not for battle-hardened, weary women and men who have no hope of innocence until they die.
Or maybe that's the raslak talking. He always did get maudlin when drunk.
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No title.
When John Crichton considers, over a pitcher of raslak, his relationship with Aeryn Sun, he invariably thinks of it as sexy. Of her as sexy.
He thinks it should disturb him that he finds her sexiest when she's sweaty and filthy, her hands competently training a pulse pistol on anyone and everyone.
But then again, John Crichton never thought he'd fall for a woman who didn't understand compassion, love, laughter and friendship.
When she's there at his side, kicking his ass, or defending herself, he gets the sex part. It's every man's wet dream -- a woman with a body who can out-kick, out-shoot, out-fuck him. What he doesn't get is the way she partitions it all.
Sex, now. Guns, later. Sometimes, they go hand in hand.
Of course, she's also sexy when she's arching beneath him, her hands fisted in the cloth that passes for sheets, her hair spilled across his pillows.
Post-orgasm, she's sleepy-eyed and pliant, and he likes her then, too.
John doesn't like to think of 'love' being part of this equation of him and Aeryn and sex. Love means stability, and a future, and commitment. He's stuck here in the Uncharted Territories, but he doesn't think he'll be here forever.
And he knows she won't go home with him -- she wouldn't fit.
He's beginning to think he won't, either.
So it isn't love, he convinces himself when she tackles him and rolls, and they get out of the line of fire. It's sex. Clinical, fantastic, mind-blowing, sex. Love is for fairy tales and little girls with stars in their eyes.
It's not for battle-hardened, weary women and men who have no hope of innocence until they die.
Or maybe that's the raslak talking. He always did get maudlin when drunk.
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Mmmmmmmmmmm sex *g*
Thanks, hon *cuddles*
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*clings stubbornly to her misguided notions*
Liked it, though!
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(hello, 'Meltdown'! ;)
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*clings to notion of TWOO WUV at first sight OMG*
And, hee! I first typed "fist sight" which, actually, would fit in rather well with the fic.
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But the point of this comment: Finally I ask, what DOES "SCAM" stand for?
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Show/Comic/Cartoon/Anime/Movie: (or, to put it simply, SCAM)
*g*
And, yes! You should be. *nods*
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I'm so outta the loop: never seen Farscape or Atlantis*, but still I enjoy the lyssie and Little Red fic even if I don't get three fourths of it. But the fourth I do get I like very much.
*why yes, I do live under a rock here at the Black Hole *g*
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It amuses me greatly that you read our fic without having seen the shows. And makes me squeee a lot and feel cool, like I'm a Real Writer or something :)
Er... hopefully will be DVDs of 'lantis soon? *hopes*
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Oh, it will probably take me two years to get around to watching Atlantis. Rowan_D tried pushing SG:1 on me for absolutely friggin' forever before I gave in. I swore that after X Files that there would never be another
obsessium..focus like that again. Moral of the story: never, ever swear to nuthin', cause look where it's gotten me!And actually, where it's gotten me is pretty damn good. Great fic in this universe. So glad I stumbled across you.
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I TOTALLY, totally hear that. I resisted SG-1 for *months* while living with someone who was completely obsessed and watched it all the time on Sci-Fi. "NO! I'm NOT getting another obsession!"
"But it has unrequited science-fiction love!! You knooooow you can't resist unrequited science-fiction looooove..."
"NOOOOOOOOO!!!" *kicking and screaming*
I did not last long.
But if you're *already* reading the fic, dear, it doesn't seem like you stand to lose very much...
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But as for your writing, you, my dear, should feel validated in spades.
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And yes, 'tis a shame about the real life.
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What I like about your stuff is that it's good.
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Anyone who writes is a real writer.
I agree with this in BIG LETTERS, but it's a theory I sometimes have a hard time applying to myself. Not that I get all down and annoying about it, because I don't actually care to be a real writer since I feel like I don't have a choice about it (writing, that is, or at least storytelling)... but I get rather in awe of other fic writers and it boggles me a bit that some people put me in the same category.
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*pets*
*steals rock to throw at stupid people*
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Dude. This totally makes Sam a Real American Hero.
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Lovely as always, hon.
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(and they're so cute and squishy, kinda)
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