She hit the
wall with a resounding crack that sent two DRDıs scuttling for safety.
But as his body crushed itself against hers, their lips locked in
an unbreakable kiss, Aeryn was far from caring about a little back
ache. In fact she was getting used to it.
Days had passed
since her revelation about Johnıs façade, almost a weekan in fact.
However during that time she had been jumped by the human, or vice
versa, on numerous occasions. If truth be told, every chance they
It had been
fairly easy to accept their situation, once Aeryn had realised that
Johnıs cold shoulder was in fact, the only thing saving her and
her unborn child from Scorpiusı vicious claws, the surprise muted
by past experience. What was proving hard, however, was keeping
her new knowledge and their new relationshipı under wraps. Aeryn
never expected the sudden burst of emotion which had overwhelmed
her with that first sweet kiss. It didnıt matter that the comms
were back online and that Scorpy was listening. A kiss couldnıt
be heard over a comm. At least thatıs what she had thought. Then
things had got faster, deeper and irrevocably louder. She hadnıt
anticipated the rush of emotion and feeling that had permeated every
cell in her body. And sheıd soon realised, along with John, that
this feeling wasnıt going to go away.
It was a violent,
almost rabid energy, desperate to be attended to now their exterior
bridges had been breached. And it wasnıt all a physical longing.
It was the need to be together in every sense of the word. Physically
yes, but also mentally, spiritually. To spend time together, hold
one another. To listen to the otherıs problems and feelings or just
silently revel in the steady rhythm of their heart. Aeryn needed
to have John there, in her life, a permanent fixture. Both sharing
the same space, the same bed, the same breath.
But it wasnıt
to be. Their situation once again preventing any of their dreams
or fantasies coming true. The distance from his quarters to hers
now seemed an even longer void than before. The constant lack of
acknowledgement was becoming depressing, alienating and the forced
closeness of shipıs duties made the temptation even more unbearable.
working in the same space as John was all Aeryn had ever wanted,
but not like this. Not with theses walls built up around both of
them, higher than ever; Not to keep the other away, but to keep
themselves from spilling out.
Of course occasionally
theses walls didnıt hold. Trying had proved futile, ignoring it,
agony. Despite the massive danger and constant risk of discovery,
John and Aeryn could not remain apart for long. Not now, after all
they had survived.
So Aeryn ended
up with her back against a bulkhead, or John with his head dragged
under a transportıs Nav console. And though Aeryn was loath to admit
it, she knew that this scent of danger, this spice of chance, only
made each encounter a little desperate and a lot more exciting for
them both. It was just her and John, rebelling against all sense
and reason, to snatch a few precious microts of bliss in the eternal
nightmare which was their life.
In those priceless
moments there was no Scorpius. No baby, no Peacekeepers, no coin
toss, no fate. Only Aeryn and the man she adored, sating their hunger
with a kiss and a caress. Time stopped. Reality suspended. Only
they existed, in an endless vacuum drifting on a flurry of sensation
came later. Sore muscles where a bulkhead had simply refused to
give under their surrendered weight. A bruised head when the table
top seemed to be a lot lower down than when they first slipped under
there. And of course the inevitable reflexes which would begin to
betray their secrets and probably prove their downfall. A misplaced
hand on a leather clad knee, was all it would take to shatter their
façade, or a pointed glance across a crowded command making promises
only they knew they would keep.
All would be
noticed eventually. The closer crew members would probably see it
first - DıArgo, Chiana, even Rygel - and then there would be the
interrogations and the shuddering excuses hidden under a brash burst
of laughter or a lowered lash. Finally it would get back to him.
And friendly questioning would be the last of their worries.
But until that
day Aeryn could see no way to stop the madness which somehow ailed
herself and her love. Then again she wasnıt really looking. It had
been too long in pain, too long alone. They were happy, or what
resembled content, for the first time in monens.
She had her
lover back. Even if only for that one night of courage, in his warm
bed, that ended grudgingly in a frantic rush to her quarters before
Even if their
relationship consisted of nothing but stolen looks, silent words
and secret rendezvous.
would last, and the comms could keep fritzing; Until their reaper
came banging on their bedroom door.
giving this up. For anyone.
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