Lost and Found Pt. 2 (Trust Me) NC-17

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Date originally posted at Kansas: September 25, 2002
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The sequel to Lost and Found from Aeryn's POV. I can say it was the hardest thing I ever wrote. *g*

Thanks ac for lookin at it. And saying nice things through the blushes. Yours and mine. *g*

Rating - NC-17
Spoilers - don't worry about it. *g*
Disclaimer - Somebody else owns 'em for now.


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Trust Me


In her whole life she had loved only one person. Oh, she'd come close to something like love with Velork. She had certainly felt something for her mother and even her missing father.  She thought about Moya and her crew and smiled. Yes, they were friends, even family now, but as much as she cared about them there was only one that filled her thoughts, her heart, her dreams. Only, John.

And now he was in her arms as well. She stroked the short soft hair of the sleeping man; his head nestled on her shoulder.  His body was draped possessively over hers, as though to keep her from escaping. Not that she was going anywhere.  She'd tried that already and look where it had gotten her.  But things would be different this time. Because she was different, and so was he.

And this time there would be no dreadnaught, no Furlow, no.... 

For a moment she felt again the pain racked body in her arms. Heard the words that had finally broken her in two. Relived the moment she knew he was gone.  The pain came, as it always did, but this time... this time she didn't let it consume her. She accepted it and cherished it. As long as she didn't forget, a part of him would live.

No, she wouldn't forget, but she had to move on.  She had needed that time to herself to realize that and while she regretted what had come after, she couldn't be sorry she'd left.  But, she knew now that while a part of John was gone, a part remained and she needed this John as much as he needed her. He had changed of course, but he was still John Crichton. 

She just hadn't dreamed it would be so difficult to come back, or that he would turn away from her.  How had he known about the baby?  No, she wouldn't think about that now.  Not when she finally had him in her arms again, both of them exhausted from... making love.

There in the galley they'd both lost control, not caring if anyone came in and saw them.  She silently thanked every deity she'd ever heard of that no one had walked in on them.  Frell, they would never have heard the end of it. They had been so lost in themselves.  Or, frelling like babbits, John said. Of course, John hadn't known Granny was next door and Aeryn had completely forgotten about tying the old woman up in the storage unit.  It wasn't until they were laying there panting in the aftermath that John had heard the noise.

He'd insisted on untying Granny, and they'd barely escaped before she could make them some sort of stew.  And food was the last thing on their minds.  Her quarters had been closer, so in between kisses that threatened to buckle her knees, they made their way down the corridor to her room.  This time though they had taken their time.  The loving had been slower, gentler, tenderness in every touch, every breath until they lay as they were now, fused together. 

She should be sleeping, but she'd never felt less like sleeping in her life. She didn't want to miss any of this. Of him. She had been so afraid she'd lost him for good, and the joy of being with him, holding him again overwhelmed her. And she loved this part, the quiet time, listening to him breath, his heart beating against her. She'd missed it so much since... She swallowed the lump in her throat.

They still needed to talk of course, what he'd said about remembering had confused her. How in hezmana had the old woman unleashed the others memories in him? She might not know how she'd done it, but she was quite sure it was the witch's doing.  Why, was the next question, but that was for some other time.  She wasn't sure how she felt about him knowing what she and the other John had shared, but she wasn't going to let it frell things between them.  Not now.

"You asleep?" The sleepy mumble was almost lost in her shoulder.

"Yes." Well, if he was going to ask stupid questions...

"Good. Wouldn't want both of us to be up."

She felt him move against her, felt the hardening against her thigh and smiled.  "Well, one of us is definitely... up."

His giggle as he moved to lightly suck on her neck was almost her undoing. She felt her eyes water and blinked quickly to stay the tears. It had been so long since she'd heard that sound.

He moved then, upwards, his body sliding against hers as he went and the friction sent delicious sensations sweeping through her body.  She slid a leg over and down his as he moved, loving the feel of flesh against flesh.  He slipped an arm under her neck and brought her head around to find her mouth with his. 

They kissed the same. The thought came unbidden, and she pushed it away. Of course they kissed the same. And yet... somehow it was different. She... couldn't...quite... Then thought stopped as he forced her full attention to what his mouth was doing to her.  He deepened his kiss, playing games with her tongue, sucking and stroking, until, in defense, she used the trick she'd learned from one of her teachers and sent her tongue rippling along his.

"Oh, God. What was that?"  His words, moaned into her mouth as well as the involuntary thrust against her body made her laugh softly with delight.

"You like?"  She knew he did, but she asked anyway. 

"Oh, I like."

She loved pleasing him. Finding new ways to torment and tease until he was so ready he begged her stop before he came all over her. 

But that had been the other. The John with her now had never said those things. She must remember that she had never teased him, never tormented him.  A thought flew in from nowhere. Except once, long ago.  She wondered if he remembered that time as clearly as she did?  No matter. This was now and they needed new memories to replace the old.  And she would find her own pleasure in showing him what it could be like.

She felt his hands wander downward and reached to stop him. 

"Wait a microt." She pushed at his chest, sending him rolling onto his back.

"What...?"  There was question in his eyes now, hesitation, and...wariness. As if he was waiting for that other shoe to hop. She felt a pain in her chest.  How many times had she hurt him that he wore that look so easily?  Well, it wouldn't stay, and one day he would learn to trust her again. She would do whatever it took.

"Ssshh." She brushed a finger over his lips, tracing them gently. "Relax. This time is for you." Her hand brushed lightly down his chest. "Just for you."

His eyes widened and a half grin came over his face as her words sank in. "I'm all yours, baby."  The grin slowly faded and his face grew serious. "All yours."

Her own eyes were stormy with emotion, as she shook her head. "Don't talk. Don't move. She rose up to lean over him and bent to touch her lips to his. "Trust me."

He watched her intently, considering, before he nodded, accepting her terms.  Her breath teased his lips and he opened them, inviting her in, but she moved away pulling the covers with her.  The blanket slipped over the side of the bed and he was laying there bare before her. Frell her dead, but he was beautiful.  Lean and muscular, his chest covered with soft curly hair that tapered into a vee running down his belly and blending with the coarse curls surrounding his sex. He was already hard and she knew he was throbbing, because she felt an answering beat inside her, low and deep.  He was impressive, even for a Sebecean.  She studied his body, moving to map his arms and chest with her mouth, her fingers. She saw the scars scattered here and there.  Some were old friends, some she would have to get to know. She knew this body. She knew the sensitive places, the ones that made him laugh, the ones that could bring him over the edge with a simple stroke. 

But she tried to forget all that as she came to kneel between his thighs.  He deserved more than remembered love.  Her hands moved, running up his legs, letting the feel of the coarse hair tickle her fingers as they went. Up and back down, the friction made heat and she felt little trails of fire as she went. She scooted down and bent to replace her hands with her mouth, leaving a wet trail along the inside of his thigh and he shifted his legs to allow her greater access as he moaned her name softy.

She reached the juncture of his thighs and her hair fell forward covering him from her view until she reached down and slowly slid it off of him, teasing as she went. His breath caught and his hands fisted as he shuddered at the touch.

"God, Aeryn. You're killing me here." He said, between gritted teeth.

She laughed softly. "Oh, no. I need you alive." She leaned down to blow lightly on his cock and it jumped as though it had been shocked. Thick and hard, veins straining, she examined it carefully, finding the familiar curve at the tip, the spot just under the ridge that drove him mad when ... She snaked her tongue out to touch the spot and he arched off the bed.

"Aeryn! Please!"

She took pity on him then and closed her lips around him, slowly sucking him in.

He gasped and his hands reached up to thread his fingers into her hair as she took him deeper. She moved her tongue again to create a ripple against his length.

"Oh, God. Oh, God." 

His thighs were tense and quivering under her arms and she let the familiar words roll over her as she tasted him again. The musky taste of sex and semen and John. Her tongue swirled as she moved, and she listened to every breath, every hitch in his voice to tell her what pleased him most. She fingered the soft sacs at the base and felt them tighten.  Soon, very soon.

His breath was coming in great gasps now, and he was losing the battle for control.

"A..Aeryn... baby, stop. You've...Oh, Sweet Jesus, you've got to...stop. If you don't... I'm gonna..."

She lifted then and crawled up to straddle him, her own body ready for release.  Her fingers encircled him, guided him home as she sank down quickly to sheath him inside her.  It had been so long and she was tight as she felt him stretch and fill her to bursting.  She let an answering moan slip then at the feel of him and tightened her muscles to clench around him, pulling him in harder, deeper.  His strangled cries told her that he wasn't going last much longer and she picked up the pace until she heard him cry out and felt him buck hard beneath her. Again and... again.  She ached and he throbbed and then she felt the warm liquid inside her, trickling down to coat both of them as she collapsed against him with a shudder.

They lay still, neither moving, as the microts ticked off, each struggling for breath. Her ear was pressed to his chest, and she lay there loving the sound beneath her.

"I can hear your heart." She felt him jerk slightly and raised her face to watch him. "What's the matter?" 

"Nothing." He closed his eyes for a microt and she felt rather than heard the sigh escape him.

"John?"

"No, baby. There's nothing wrong. I believe you. You heard my heart." He smiled then and if she lived to be 300 cycles she wouldn't forget it. She didn't understand it, but it etched itself into her mind, into her soul. It spoke of love and happiness and....trust.



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