Tub for Two

"Tub For Two" (1/1)
by Pixie

Rating: NC17

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while and then return them relatively unharmed. I make no money off
writing this, so no point in suing me! :)

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Summary: Bathing fun on a commerce planet...

Spoilers: hints of stuff from seasons 1 and 2

Category: John/Aeryn, romance, smut

Notes: So I wrote the first draft of this, oh, 2 years ago, then promptly lost the final first draft. I did find a partially finished version of that first draft, but didn't have any ambition to try to rewrite it at the time. Thanks to my buddy Kelly and her sudden desire to do some cleaning out of her email recently, she found that final first draft for me! So after much tweaking (and bitching and moaning ;)) , here she be, fully rewritten and ready for consumption by the masses!

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Food was getting low on Moya once more, so as they often did, Moya's crew descended upon a commerce planet. This particular one was quite abundant in edible foodstuffs, and, as they found out from their dealings with the merchants, also in pleasures of other varieties.

Crichton remarked to himself that the climate was tropical; hot and steamy, but not oppressive. Like a warm March day in Florida. Various aromas wafted their way as they walked about the main marketplace. John swore he could pick out a curry smell when they walked past what he would consider something akin to a hotdog stand. Except what this guy was selling was nothing like a hotdog. Closer to een een Bratwurst.

After an arn, everyone began wandering off in different directions, each in search of their own delights now that they had all necessary food procured. Before she drifted too far from him, John took Aeryn by the hand and led her away, admittedly without much of a fight.

Crichton behaved boyishly, smiling cheekily as he pulled her flush to him as they walked so that they were now hip to hip. He kept his right arm loosely around her waist, and his hand wandered down to caress her behind from time to time. This behavior wasn't really unusual for him, yet this time Aeryn wasn't perturbed with his childish ways. She actually found herself smiling at him and teasing in response, even patting his butt once. Maybe it was the planet's air, reputed by the natives to have a uninhibitive effect, or maybe the Human was actually less annoying to her now. Either way, Aeryn definitely felt different. After all, she would never have gone with him even one monen ago.

John led them to a bathing area and the former Peacekeeper was leery of this 'bubble bath' he talked about, never having seen anything like it. But the Human coaxed her that it was fine, and no one else but them was around. Once they were taken to their specific bath, Aeryn walked about the area and curiously took it all in. Crichton couldn't help smiling as he watched her from where he stood.

The bath was outdoors, yet quiet, she could not hear anyone else. It was well shielded from prying eyes by generous amounts of foliage. Beautifully scented multi-colored flowers were interspersed in the greenery, adding to the already pleasant scent coming from the bath. Aeryn gazed at the bath itself. It was slightly sunk into the ground, the lip of the bath reaching the tops of her thighs. She ran her right hand along the smooth tiling that surrounded it. It was cool to the touch, which surprised her because the layer of steam that sat above the soapy water made her think it should have been heated.

Finished with her inspection, the former Peacekeeper turned to face Crichton who was standing directly across from her on the other side of the tub. She smiled teasingly at him and began undoing the buckle on her utility belt. John followed her lead.

As they undressed, both couldn't help glancing at the other as each piece of clothing fell to the ground.

Utility belt. *thud*

Boots. *thud*

Jackets. *thump*

Both were stripped down to their tank tops and pants, John was in his socks as well. They paused at the same time, giving each other cheeky grins. Aeryn began to feel antsy, wanting this to happen faster than it was. The former Peacekeeper made her decision and prowled around the tub toward Crichton, her expression making it clear that she intended to move things along her way.

John felt his smile falter a little as Aeryn approached him. He had nothing against this strong-willed woman, he actually enjoyed the challenge, but from the look on her face right now, part of him wondered if he'd gotten himself in a little too deep this time. He liked an easier pace, but from the looks of her, this might not be quite what he had anticipated. Normally he felt some control over what was happening, but this time he wasn't so sure.

She stopped in front of him and took his hands from their position at the top of his pants. Aeryn joined her hands with his for a moment, looking deeply in to his eyes. While there was the ever-present lust, there was something more within those infathomably blue orbs. Caution, and a touch of fear.

Why was he afraid of her? After all, he was the one who brought her here. Was his normally macho male demeanor finally failing him when it came down to intimacy? That didn't seem to mesh with what she remembered from their time on the false Earth. Then she recalled that that time she had allowed him some control of the encounter, and he had taken the lead while she had followed. Could he truly be afraid because he was losing control? This intrigued her, but right now she had slightly more baser needs that demanded her attention.

Aeryn made the decision to show John that he still had some control over this situation, believing that in the end it would get her what she wanted. No words, just actions, much simpler. Crichton talked enough for a whole regiment anyway, and most of the time words muddied the waters even further for them and ruined the mood.

Aeryn released her hands from his and ran them over his arms, to his shoulders, then down to his waist. She removed his tank top and threw it in the pile of clothing. She tried not to indulge in too heavy an exploration of his well-muscled chest, but she couldn't resist softly tracing the contours with her fingertips. He moaned quietly, then moved to pull her in to his embrace, which she tauntingly side-stepped. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, daring him to try and catch her.

John took her up on the challenge and lunged around the tub after her. She laughed and moved quickly out of his way. He latched a hand onto the side of the tub to prevent falling on his face. He glanced up at her from his bent over position and saw her doubled over in laughter. Crichton took the opportunity and pounced, grabbing her around the waist and lifting her up.

Aeryn gasped at suddenly being swept off her feet and slung over Crichton's shoulder. Before she could tell him to put her down, she felt him place her on the edge of the bath. She put out a hand to steady herself, but not before she got a gentle shove from John, sending her backwards and right in to the tub.

She splashed loudly and went under briefly, her legs dangling over the edge before she felt the Human lift them into the tub. She came up spluttering, remaining clothing soaked, hair and soap covering part of her face. She could hear John laughing, and vowed equal revenge.

Aeryn pushed back the hair and wiped off the soap, which had a sweet yet pleasing taste to it. She saw that the Human was trying to say something, but all he could get out were gasps between the laughter. She waded through the water as quickly as she could, then grabbed hold of his arm, as if to get helped out. Crichton didn't resist, but instead of stepping out, the Sebacean yanked hard and pulled him in with her.

He too went under, and when he came up he looked quite silly, hair askew, clothing plastered to him, and bubbles everywhere. John tasted strawberries and assumed it was the soap. That was not his current concern though.

Not a word was uttered as he cleaned off his face, but once she could see his scheming eyes, Aeryn knew big trouble was coming. Part of her thrilled at it and she felt a smile start to form on her lips.

She slid backward on the slick surface of the tub, trying to see if she could get out before he could exact his revenge. She wasn't fast enough as he quickly followed her, then pinned her against the side. John straddled her legs, forcing her to straighten them as he sat down on her thighs.

Aeryn's breathing sped up as he slid closer to her, enclosing her in his arms, but left her arms free. To her surprise, instead of beginning to ravish her, Crichton simply leaned his forehead against hers, breathing deeply. He moved his head, tracing a pattern over her face with the tip of his nose and the odd brush of his lips. Normally this would be a very odd thing..alright, it *was* odd..but at the same time, there was something rather erotic about it. It made her want him all the more.

As he took his time teasing her, Crichton briefly pondered what was happening, the oddity of it. Not that John wasn't enjoying the opportunity to seduce Aeryn, quite the contrary. But even when he was under the impression that he was in control, he knew damn well she was the one running the show. This time, she actually seemed to be relinquishing some of her control, and that's what made this situation odd. Why was she allowing this? It stopped mattering as his mind ceased any further thought about it, his arousal overruling his brain as her hands splayed across his chest and began a slow descent.

Finally he stopped his movements and released her from his grip, sliding off of her. He went to unzip his pants, but paused and looked her in the eyes, as if waiting for her approval. Aeryn licked her lips as she felt her mouth go drier than it ever had been.

How in hezmana did this man do it? One microt he was her tormentor, the next, an innocent boy.

She nodded and he continued undressing, never taking his eyes from hers. Her heart was pumping the blood so fast through her body that Aeryn felt like she was going to explode.

He carefully slid out of the leather pants and Calvins, tossing them with a loud *thud* over the side of the tub. His socks quickly followed, but all the Sebacean could think about was the fact that he was quite naked beneath the slowly thinning bubbles. Not that she hadn't seen his naked body before, but it somehow wasn't the same as this.

Crichton approached her once again, taking the same position as before. He took hold of her hands without any resistance from Aeryn. She was curious, and excited, to see what he goingoing to do.

He wiped them of any remaining soap bubbles, kissing the right palm, then moved to the wrist, barely touching it with his lips. He did the same with the left as Aeryn watched, her mouth slightly open as she let her tongue play across her lips slowly. John looked at her and smiled cheekily.

Crichton let go of her hands and they fell to her side under the water, his fingers moving to her waist. With some help from Aeryn, he pulled her tank top off, then her bra, tossing them over the side to join the rest of the soaked clothing.

The former Peacekeeper smiled at the look of admiration he gave her upon seeing her naked breasts. It reminded her of his reactions back when they had body switched.

Instead of exploring them, as she had expected, he plunged his hands in the water once again and to her hips. He slid them to the zipper on her pants and Aeryn felt her breath catch in anticipation. Once again he kept eye contact with her, lowering the zipper in a maddeningly slow fashion. She wriggled out of the pants, and the borrowed Calvins, once he had stopped unzipping her, helping him with their removal.

Once they were tossed aside, there was literally no barriers between them. Aeryn sat there, staring in to 's 's eyes, waiting to see what he would do next. Normally she was the aggressor, but for once she was enjoying being on the receiving end.

To her surprise, he slid off her and sat beside her. She gave him a mildly confused look as he motioned for her to sit in front of him, which she did. Aeryn felt him move her hair over her left shoulder, then she felt his hands touch her shoulders.

She sat up in a bit of shock and gasped as he began massaging them, pressing hard as his hands worked on her. It hurt for a few microts, but soon the pain disappeared and there was only pleasure as her tight muscles relaxed.

John smiled as he heard her moan out her enjoyment, and then he smiled wider when she gasped once again when he moved to her back.

As Crichton continued his assault on Aeryn's tense muscles, she found her arousal level mounting. How much longer she could stand his touch and not just take him she wasn't sure.

Once he reached her waist, Crichton slipped his hands around her stomach flattening his hands over her smooth skin. His erection grazed her spine and pressed into her back as she relaxed against him. Smiling mischievously, Aeryn laid her hands on his thighs and began to slowly trace patterns over them. John's head dropped to her shoulder, groaning at the tingling feelings that burned their way to his groin.

She smiled wider when she felt his lips taste her shoulder, then work their way up to her neck, and earlobe. John tasted sweat mingled with the strawberry flavor of the bubble bath.

She paused and turned her head so that she could be facing him and kiss him on the mouth. Aeryn moaned in to his mouth as his hands caressed her stomach, then gently massaged her breasts. She could taste the sweetness again, but that thought flitted out of her mind as their embrace deepened, tongues warring for supremacy, both moaning as they found ways to arouse the other further.

John involuntarily moved his hips forward, brushing up against Aeryn's behind as his desire for release grew. To be sure that what he wanted would be acceptable to her, he pulled his lips from hers. Need-filled eyes meeting Aeryn's, Crichton sought permission and she gave it.

Aeryn slipped her right hand out of the water and pulled John's face toward her, their lips meeting once more in a passionate kiss. Her hand fell from his face and slid back under the water, easing onto his thigh, teasing him with her caresses up to his hip and down again. He moaned into her mouth, his hips beginning an instinctively rhythmic grinding as he drew closer to coming. Aeryn responded in kind, rubbing herself against him in an attempt to add to both their pleasures.

Minutes later Crichton broke away from the kiss, crying out as he felt his orgasm hit. Aeryn watched through passion-hazed eyes as his expression went from pure ecstasy to tired release. It was amazing to her, how such a range of emotions could pass through someone in a matter of microts.

John kissed her once again and pulled her close, trailing his hands down her stomach until they were between her legs. He caressed her, trying to pay attention to her reactions to what he was doing. She had already given him pleasure, it was only fair that she get the same.

After a few minutes of exploring her, John was beginning to wonder if she would ever come. He knew that some women he had gone out with couldn't in that way, but he had thought Aeryn, with her heightened senses, would not be one of those women.

He gazed upon her face, so close to his as she had laid her head back against his left shoulder. Her eyes were closed and she nibbled on her lower lip. From time to time little moans of pleasure escaped her lips, giving him some indication that he was doing something right. But her expression almost made him think that she was concentrating very hard to solve a problem, which was starting to prove disconcerting.

Aeryn was awash in internal orgasms rippling through her, her body building up to its final liberation of tension. Part of her wanted to give into it, but the other worried that it might scare him, so she held back. She had neglected to tell Crichton that for female Sebaceans, this type of stimulation garnered a more intense reaction.

It didn't take long though before her decision was made for her, despite her misgivings. John's fingers entered her at an angle that managed to caress the right spot that finally pushed her over the edge.

He was about to give up and ask her if he was doing something wrong when he felt her body contract and then shudder with release as she groaned out the answer to his unasked question. Crichton smiled as she pulled out of their embrace, happy that he had achieved what he had set out to do. He felt giddy and no longer sated.

Aeryn lay her head again on John's shoulder, sinking into his embrace as he wrapped his arms around her. She hadn't been certain at first, but now she had *very* good feelings about bubble baths and she'd gladly take him up on an offer of another. Who knew bathing in this manner could be so pleasurable.

She looked at him from her position and smiled upon seeing his giddy expression. So like a boy, but very much a man.

He leaned his head forward and kissed her gently on the lips. They separated and Aeryn moved away, standing up to get out of the tub. John gazed at her curiously, but she didn't say a word, only smiled mysteriously at him as she walked backwards in the direction of where she had seen showers. As soon as she saw that Crichton had gotten her hint and was hopping out of the bath, she turned away from him as she walked, still smiling. Time to see what pleasures another form of bathing could bring, she thought.

The End