Title: The Victory Celebration

Author: PK Writer

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Rating: "R" for sexual content.

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The Victory Celebration

John danced backward from Aeryn's grasp, grinning. "Missed me that time, too."

Aeryn stopped with an exasperated look on her face. "Crichton, how the frell am I supposed to teach you to defend yourself when you keep running away?"

He grinned goofily at her. "Running away is an important part of any method of self defense."

The ex-soldier propped one hand on her hip and regarded him quizzically. "You are..."

"Yeah, yeah, the *most bizarre creature*. Whatever. Besides you hit hard."

"I was going to say 'coward'. But you're not. Are you?"

"No. Of course not. But--"

"Then get over here and try that move again. Or I *will* think you're a coward!" She stalked back onto the exercise mat, her bare feet padding on the soft surface.

"Okay," he said, crouching low, assuming the defensive posture she'd taught him. "Bring it on, baby. I can take *anything* you can dish out."

Aeryn assumed her own posture, one foot slightly in front of the other, arms straight out toward him. Her eyes were intent upon his face as she edged slowly toward him.

He circled her, seeking an advantage. Suddenly she darted toward him, lightning quick, her hand flickering out in a sharp jab. Crichton waited til the last second and ducked in under her reach. Her hand flicked upward but, unexpectedly for her, he twined one leg around her ankle and dropped her to the ground. Aeryn managed to pull him down with her, though, as she fell to the mat.

He landed half on top of her. "...and Crichton makes the tackle. The crowd goes wild!" He grinned at her. "Another point for the home team."

She stared up at him, her blue eyes dark. Suddenly her expression became crafty, then teasing. "Comfortable?" She asked softly. Her bare foot rubbed hypnotically against his calf.

John's breath caught. Oh yeah, lady, this is comfortable...not that I'm telling *you*. He glanced down at her face and recognized the challenging gleam in her eyes. She was trying to provoke him, make him jump, that was all. Well, this time he wasn't jumping. He grinned to himself.

"Oh yeah," he made his voice husky and noted with satisfaction as her eyes widened in alarm. He grabbed the ball and tossed it away from them, then bent his head toward hers. He stopped at the last moment, wondering when she was going to break. His lips were bare centimeters from hers and he could feel her breath on his cheek. John swallowed. She wasn't breaking yet...

Not me...I'm not going to be the one to jump! he thought. Not this time.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her body closer, then pressed his lips to hers. She didn't respond for a moment, and her foot stopped rubbing the back of his leg. He heard her small intake of breath with no small satisfaction. Come on, lady, break, he thought, jump.

John deepened the kiss, tightening his arms further around her. He coaxed her mouth open with his own and nibbled on her lower lip. God, he didn't *want* to stop now...her body was so warm, so vibrant against his.

Aeryn sighed and began to return his kiss. Her calf started stroking his leg again and her fingers lightly touched the back of his neck, massaging his neck and working down to his shoulders.

Jesus, John thought, I am in way way way over my head here. She was supposed to jump on this one...and now I don't want her to. Her body was warm and vibrant against his as she adjusted herself to him.

She pulled back a little, smiling lopsidedly at his little sigh of disappointment. "Still not sure if I'm the female of my species?" She pressed her body against his. "Well?"

He looked down at her, his blue eyes dark with desire. "After Staanz," he said huskily, wondering where all the air in the room had escaped to, "its hard to be sure."

Aeryn's eyes widened. She snatched his left hand with hers before he could react and pulled it between her thighs. "Still?"

John grunted softly, eyes closing, and ran his fingers along the inside of her thigh, pressing lightly. "Yeah, you're female, definitely." Aeryn wiggled against him, her leg tensing and tightening around the back of his.

"Like that much, darlin'?" he whispered, running the tip of his tongue up her neck from collarbone to the corner of her jaw. He flicked her earlobe with his tongue, then bit it softly. Aeryn turned her head away to give him access, her breath coming in soft gasps. His fingers stopped teasing her thighs and he pressed his fingers together on her sex, not moving just pressing, promising. "Well?"

He placed soft, sensual kisses along the line of her jaw up to her chin and paused there, looking down at her again. She had her head arched back, her eyes closed. He ran his tongue from the point of her chin to her lips and stopped again, teasing her lips softly. Touching her lips, barely kissing, pushing forward and then darting back again. His hand mimicked the motion of his teasing kisses.

Aeryn moaned, her lips opening to accept him, her legs alternately tightening and opening as she pushed herself against his hand, seeking the warmth and the pleasure of him. Her hands squeezed his arms spasmodically. She tilted her face toward his, capturing his lips for a deep kiss. John nearly lost it and backed away for a second, struggling for control.

She followed him, pushing him over on his back and straddling him. Her long, dark hair fell around them like a curtain. He pulled her forward and lifted her top, nuzzling her belly just under her full breasts. Aeryn closed her eyes, relishing the sensation. She supported herself with one arm and lifted the other. He pulled her top halfway off and ran his fingers over her breasts, his fingers kneading and caressing her nipples.

Aeryn pulled back and scooted farther down along his body, grinning mischievously. Her fingers cupped his erection through his pants, pressing and fondling lightly. She undid his belt and ran her fingers around the inside of his waistband before dipping down and scooping him out. She slid farther down his body and after a moment he felt warm suction as she took him inside her mouth, lips over teeth, hands stretched up his body to tease his nipples.

God, she was...she was...

John arched up against her, one trembling hand fumbling with strands of her black hair. "Aeryn, God, Aeryn," he groaned. He lost track of time, lost track of everything but the feel of her as she kissed and stroked him.

He flipped over, scooping her up and pinning her underneath him. She moved against him, sighing, inviting. John fumbled with her belt, cursing. Aeryn laughed softly and batted his hands away, undoing the belt herself and sliding her black pants down over her hips.

He stopped to admire her, then bent to kiss her belly and thighs, pressing kisses around her sex and over her nub, licking and stroking and teasing. His broad fingers pushed up inside, felt warm wet heat. John slid up over her and pressed his erection against her. Aeryn moved against him, inviting.

John met her eyes as he slid inside, watching with no small pleasure of his own as her pupils widened with desire. He began to move inside her, slower at first and then faster. His tongue teased her mouth again, mimicking the movement of his thrusts.

Aeryn was moving with him, her head arched back. She came first, her body spasming with intense pleasure. He let himself go then, too, gasping with the intensity of it. He pressed his forehead against hers, chuckling softly.

"Aeryn," he said after a long moment.

"Mm?"

"Just so you know...." He kissed lips already swollen from his kisses, "that's not a *traditional* part of fighting practice, is it?"

"No." She sounded disappointed.

He snaked one arm around her and pulled her over with him. She snuggled into his warmth. John's hand stroked her hair.

"Crichton, can we make our own traditions?"

He laughed, running his hand up her side and cupping her breast. "Oh, hell yeah. That's one of the beauties of a game. You make up your own victory celebrations."

THE END