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Choosing Allegiances Pt 2 by TaleWeaver
Choosing Allegiances
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"Well?" Aeryn demanded. "I'm not imagining the way you look at me, Crichton. Our races are too physically similar for me to be completely wrong about what it means, aren't they?"
John swallowed hard and forced his attention back to the point. "Well, some people on my world believe in only having sex after marriage - like that formal oath thing you just mentioned. Not everyone does, though, and I guess there's a whole lot of rituals that usually come before sex... I think you just bypassed the lot of them, though."
"So, do you want to have sex with me?"
John closed his eyes and started to rub his forehead, just above his eyebrows. "Uh, Aeryn, it's not that simple- "
"Yes, it is," Aeryn said flatly. She looked at him searchingly, and as if it just occurred to her, asked, "Isn't it?"
"Not for me, Aeryn. Look, our peoples obviously see sex in different ways. From what you just said, I'm guessing the PK's don't have marriage. How long do relationships usually last with you guys?"
"Long-term and emotional involvement between recreation partners is greatly frowned upon. Sexual involvement with a partner for longer than two monens or so is looked upon as strange, usually dangerous, and always disapproved of." Aeryn sounded as if she'd learned it by rote.
A whole society of people who thought that casual sex was the norm. Great. "Well, on Earth, sexual relationships are usually entered into with the expectation that they'll last a long time, if not a lifetime commitment. There are people who see sex as something to just be enjoyed in the short term, like you do - "
"But you're not one of them."
"No," John admitted. "I tried a few one night stands when I was in college, but it really didn't work for me."
Understatement, actually. He'd ended up twisting himself up in knots, emotionally speaking. He'd tried it once more after he and Alex broke up, and ended up worse off still. His life was traumatic enough right now without adding this to it.
Even though when she'd taken off her helmet in that cell, he'd felt a shock of awareness go through him like electricity, making his adrenaline spike sky-high. Even though he'd already caught himself wondering what was under all that black leather several times. Even though, despite his lifelong pattern of going after intellegent blondes, he'd already sworn off them.
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Normally, Aeryn would have taken his statement at face value, and gone onto another partner. But she didn't want any other man - even if there had been another man available. She wanted THIS one. What Aeryn Sun wanted, she went after. What she had to have, she took.
Emotional involvement with a sexual partner was still mostly undiscovered country for her, and she'd never had a chance to truly discuss with Velorek the way he felt about her. So Aeryn didn't have any idea how much damage she could do to John, and wouldn't have been able to understand it if she had. So she didn't see anything wrong with working around his attitude to get him to change his mind.
She rose on her knees and took his head in her hands. She lowered her face until it was very near his - until he could feel the faint traces of her breath on his skin - and asked, "Are you saying you don't want to have sex with me?"
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At sensation of her breath on his skin, the smoldering of desire burst into a carpet of flames. He was already half-hard. "I'm not saying that. I'm just saying - " he broke off as Aeryn lifted a slender finger and traced her fingertip over his lips.
"You are in a new world now, John Crichton. A new life. One that could end at any moment. You must learn to seize opportunities where you find them, as soon as you find them. Otherwise, you may not live very long, and it is very doubtful you'll prosper." Her voice was husky and smooth, and rubbed along his skin like velvet. Without even being aware of it, his hands gripped her hips, bringing her close against him as he clumsily rose to his knees, meeting her. Matching her.
"So, you're saying that having sex with you is a part of adjusting to life in the Uncharted Territories?" John asked, a distant part of him wondering if she didn't sound a little like those high school boys so focused on their own lusts that they'd pressure girls into having sex.
"No. I'm saying that part of living this new life we have both found ourselves in, is to take pleasure when we can find it, because we may not get another chance. There is no use for regrets when your life could end at any time." Her hip brushed against his crotch, and John realized he was already rock hard. He hadn't gotten such a large, hard erection so quickly since puberty. The flames inside were crackling fiercely, now, racing along the coals and back, making him burn from the inside out towards his skin.
Aeryn teasingly ground her hips into his groin, and John snapped. Maybe what she said was bullshit, maybe not; all he knew was that he wanted this woman like he'd never wanted anyone before. He'd deal with the consequences later. Right now, he didn't care anymore. He fastened his mouth on hers, coaxing her lips open under his. For a second, her lips were cool and soft, then they stiffened, and Aeryn pulled away, and he was afraid he'd ruined things before they'd even really begun.
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Aeryn stiffened in the middle of the kiss. Kissing had always been important to Velorek; the closer they'd become emotionally, the longer they'd spent just kissing, before they had sex. She pulled away, knowing she couldn't kiss the human. It brought back too many memories that had no place here. Hoping she hadn't offended him, she looked Crichton in the eyes, about to apologize and explain. With a jolt of dismay, she found it was worse; from the expression in those eloquent eyes, she hadn't offended him, she'd scared him.
"Look," Crichton said gently, "I'm sorry about that, but you're going to have to tell me if I do something wrong. This is first contact for me in more ways than one, so if you want me to do things right, you're going to have to teach me."
For a moment, Aeryn just stared into his blue eyes, shocked. No male she had ever known would say something like this - or a female either, come to that. Actually asking their partner to teach them how to bring the most pleasure to the other person... Humans really were different. But she thought she liked it.
"It wasn't wrong, exactly, just..." Aeryn wasn't sure how to put this. If kissing was as common among humans as Sebaceans, how could she explain it without having to tell him why?
"You don't like mouth-to-mouth contact? Got it," Crichton nodded. "What about other places, then?" Still speechless at the human's easy acceptance of her, she nodded in return. Crichton smiled, this time with an undertone of desire that sent currents of warmth through her, and murmured, "How about here?" as he bent his head towards her neck.
When his tongue flickered in the spot behind her earlobe, she gasped. When he sucked on her earlobe, she moaned, her hips undulating against him. "Good, huh?" he whispered.
"Mmmm-hmm," was the only reply she could give, as she reached down and ran her hand across the hard bulge in the front of his pants. Crichton's hips bucked against her hand, and Aeryn made a note of something his race liked as much as hers. She felt his hands pull up her loosely woven top, and lifted her arms to let him take it off. In return, she tugged the white short sleeved top out of his pants and dragged it over his head.
"Hey, don't stretch my T-shirt - I've only got a couple," Crichton told her laughingly. Aeryn stopped, confused. "Tee shirt?"
The human nodded at the cloth in her hand. "That piece of clothing - it's called a T-shirt." Aeryn nodded in acknowledgement, before tossing the item off to the side to join her own clothing.
"What's next?" asked Crichton, and Aeryn realized in astonishment that he really was eager to learn how to pleasure her. She pulled down the straps of her flight coveralls and rolled them down to her waist, fully revealing her undertop.
Crichton chuckled a little, and asked, "PeaceKeeper black right down to the bare essentials, huh?" Aeryn just smiled and pulled it off, feeling very satisfied at the gasp that he made at the sight of her bare breasts. It had been a very long time since a bed partner appreciated her body that much. His hands immediately went to her breasts, gently caressing. He didn't seem to need any instruction whatsoever right now. Aeryn just let her head loll back as she enjoyed his gentle touch. She'd never had a man who was capable of this kind of tender subtlety.
When his thumbs started to encircle her erect nipples, she placed her hands over his and lightly guided him to the patterns and pressures that pleasured her most. It didn't take long before her hands fell onto his shoulders limply, as the currents of warmth turned into waves. She regained just enough presence of mind to lift one hand from her breast, and bring it to her tricone, the nerve cluster between her breasts. "Here," she gasped.
When he gently stroked it, she gasped. When he rubbed it, she moaned. When he brought his lips to it, she gave a low cry. When he licked it, her body arched and trembled as she came, the waves engulfing her as lights danced behind her closed eyes.
When she opened them, her head was resting against Crichton's, and she could feel the end of his smile against her neck, his face half-buried in her hair. "I gotta admit, Aeryn," he murmured, "when you people are sensitive, you're really sensitive."
It sounded a little inane, but Aeryn smiled anyway. As her breathing steadied, she realized with a little astonishment that her lust for the human hadn't yet been satisfied (of course, she would have satisfied him in return no matter what - it was only fair); it had even grown. If this is what he could do with his mouth, what could he do when he was inside her?
Eager to find out, Aeryn smiled more broadly as she pushed the human onto his back and straddled him. He just smiled and grasped her hips, using his hold to rock her forward and place more pressure on his hardness. A part of Aeryn was surprised - all her previous partners had disliked her being in a position of such power. Only Velorek had let her be on top for more than a microt or so; even then, it was less than half a weeken before the end...
Aeryn cut off that thought sharply, she'd had a lot of practice over the past two cycles. Instead she choose to focus on her new partner.
She drew her fingertips down his chest, through that intriguing covering of hair. Sebacean males didn't have hair anywhere between neck and pelvis as a rule; she'd never recreated with such a man, and Aeryn felt her nipples harden further just wondering what it would feel like against her bare skin. Her fingers lingered over his taut abdomen, and she felt Crichton suck in a sharp breath beneath her. As her fingers traced the outlines of his hard stomach muscles, she felt his hands run gently up and down her thighs as she studied him.
She normally preferred dark hair and eyes on men, but the way the rich, light brown caught the light, bringing out different shades of brown, even some tinges of gold, was strangely appealing. Not to mention the eyes that went from blue to green and, she'd already noticed, several hues between. His eyes and face showed so much. She could practically read his mind, and what she was reading now made her center grow even more slick and tight with need.
And below the neck... when she'd first seen him, even knowing that she was in the hands of the enemy, she had felt desire grip her like she had known for no other man. Not even Velorek.
If someone had asked her to design the perfect man for a recreating partner, he would have been, below the neck at least, almost identical to Crichton, except for the interesting addition of the chest hair. The muscles of his shoulders and back curved and flexed in just the right way. When she'd seen the sinews of his arms dance underneath his skin and his tight shirt as he put down the tidrion, she'd barely been able to keep from dragging him to the floor there and then.
She wasn't normally like this in sex. Aggressive, yes, but this was different. A part of her knew that she'd decided on this the first time she'd seen him, naked on the cell floor.
It had been so long since she'd felt like this - lightheaded from the waves of pleasure sweeping over her, through her, the pressure building deep inside her body. She wanted to experience and enjoy it fully.
She felt Crichton's hands tugging at her coverall as he asked, "How do these things come off?" Coming very close to laughing at the good-natured frustration in his voice, she showed him the right way to pull at the clinging material, raising her hips, then her knees, until the coverall was tangled around the top of her combat boots. She thought about showing him how to take them off, but another tingle of need distracted her and she decided it could wait until next time. Decided that she'd do her very best to make sure he wanted a next time as much as she already did.
She attacked the fastening of his own pants, until he showed her how to undo them, including the strange metal closing that looked a little like teeth. After dragging down his pants to around his knees, she just had to stare a little at the odd clothing under it. "What are these?" Aeryn asked curiously, tracing the waistband of the soft shorts.
"They're called boxer shorts, Aeryn. They're a type of men's underwear."
Aeryn ran her fingers along the strange garment, exploring the textures, until the man wearing it gave a strangled cry. She looked up in alarm, to find Crichton almost panting. "Aeryn, I haven't had sex in quite a while. So if you don't want this over with way too soon, you'd better stop that right now."
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