Title: Hunger Pains

Author: GeNubia

Rating: Erotica

Disclaimer: Farscape is the property of NINE NETWORKS AUSTRALIA, SCIFI.COM, HALLMARK ENTERTAINMENT, AND THE JIM HENSON COMPANY. All Farscape characters etc, belong to them. This story and its content and original characters I create belong to me.

Shout Outs: I would like to dedicate all erotica and slash fics I write to the memory of CP aka Chiana's Pet. He convinced me to write my first slash fic and along with ScaperZen and Chaoswar thoroughly corrupted me.

Hunger Pains

"Frell!", Aeryn cursed, slamming the lid to one of the food storage containers shut. "Empty! They were all frelling empty. When I get my hands on Rygel I will wring his frelling green neck!" Aeryn stalked out of the galley and ran into John in the corridor. She tried to ignore the way her breast grew heavy, her nipples tightened and the heat in her lower regions increased from the brief unexpected contact. "Don't bother, it's all frelling gone,” she told him. Her voice filled with utter loathing. "That little green obnoxious, noxious, slug ate all of it!"

“Calm down Aeryn. He couldn't have eaten it all...he must have some stored away somewhere.”

“John believe me if he does have any food stored on Moya we'll never find it and the little selfish slime won’t share it with the rest of us. Pilot! Pilot! Where is Rygel,” Aeryn yelled into the com.

John chuckled and watched the graceful sway of Aeryn's hips as she strode purposefully from view arguing with Pilot over the com.

Later that day.....

John's stomach growled audibly. “Damn I'm hungry. Hey pilot when will we reach the commerce planet Stark said was in this sector." he asked again.

"In about 3 arn commander."

“Three arn. Three arn what the hell am I suppose to do for three arn to keep my mind off my empty stomach,” he moaned. Hmm. John looked over at Aeryn who was chewing a root Zhaan had given her--promising the unsavory looking herb would take the edge out of her hunger. The way Aeryn was chewing it it must taste better than it looks. Kind a like bubble gum from the looks of it. I wonder if she will give me a piece.

You don't want gum his mind told him. You want pussy and you know it. You could both keep your minds occupied for seven arn if she would just give it up.

“What are you staring at Crichton?”

"You," John told her, his voice dropping seductively. “What's wrong with you?” Aeryn eyed him warily as he sauntered over.

“I'm hungry Aeryn.” He told her before sitting down beside her. “And I think I have a way that both of us can umm tide over this hunger until we get some real food.” “I'm listening Crichton. I refuse to kill the little slug and eat him though and no more of your fried dentics.”

“Not that kind of eating Aeryn....follow me...I'll let you know what I'm talking about.”

Aeryn followed John down the passage way to his quarters. Hmm, he must have some food stashed in here she reasoned. She went into his room eagerly sniffing the air in hopes of catching the scent of a crumb of food.

“What are you doing woman?” John asked her as she walked around the room sniffing.

“I figured you must have some food hidden in here.” “Aeryn if I had food in here--do you think I would be moaning and bitching about being hungry?”

“Then why did you bring me here Crichton...you said you had and idea that would take the edge off of our hunger.”

“I do...take you clothes off.”

“What..have you lost your mind.”

“No trust me. Take your clothes off.”

“I'm leaving Crichton.” “No you aren't!” John locked the door trapping her inside. “Now I'll tell you exactly what will take the edge off,” he said as he walked around her like a wolf circling a newborn lamb “First, we both take off all of our clothes. Second we take a shower together and third...” he paused and swallowed hard at the prospect of sliding between her legs and tongue fucking her until she came.

“What's third? I'm listening.”

“Third, I lay you down on that bed and we (pardon my french) fuck each other's brains out for 3 arn.”

Aeryn began to cough profusely. John patted her on the back looking at her in concern.

“Crichton you really must be hungry or out of your mind or both. Do you really expect me to fall for that crap.”

“Come on Aeryn,” he whined pitifully. “It’s not a bad idea...and I've been inside of your body remember,” he smirked, “I know....how it feels to touch your breast, to pinch them...I even knows what it feels like to....”

“To what Crichton! What else did you do when you were in my body!”

John coughed and looked away his face flushing in embarrassment. “Nothing,” he squeaked.

“I want to know what you did!” Aeryn insisted grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. She tried to hide the trembles as they radiated from breast down thought her abdomen pooling in a wave of liquid heat. She stifled a moan as her clit tightened from the feeling of the slick fingers of moisture caressing it.

“Well, I would have to show you.. I really don't think your translator microbes would understand and to show you--you would have to let me touch you. Okay?”

“Okay. Go ahead show me.” Aeryn tried to keep the excitement out of her voice and released John’s collar and took a step back.

John walked up to Aeryn and and grabbed both of her hands and held them tightly in one fist. Lifting her arms up he slid his free hand into the tight leather britches. He raised an eyebrow. No underwear. He smiled at Aeryn--well leering really as he felt the heat radiating from her pussy. Ahh-she wants this. He kicked her legs apart to give his hand more room.

He smiled and wriggled his fingers until they reached her clit and began to finger the sensitive nub. It was tight and hard and...well I’ll be damn. She’s wet already.

“You did that...” Aeryn gasped.

“Yeah...but i didn't stop there,” John closed his eyes and shuddered as intense pleasure consumed him as he remembered what it had felt like to lie on his bed in Aeryn’s body masturbating.

“You didn't--stop--ahh that feels delicious. What else did you do?” Aeryn moaned, waves of moisture rushed from inside the clenching walls of her cunt onto John’s hand. She clung weakly to him as he smiled in triumph...there was no weaseling out of it now...she had a taste and she wouldn’t back down until she had a full orgasm.

“Ready for that shower?” John asked her stripping off his clothes. Aeryn nodded her eyes drinking in the flat abdomen, bulging biceps and hard thighs. She watched his proud cock as it jerked with need.

“We have three arn,” he told her gruffly, “if you keep looking at me like that...” Aeryn moved slowly as if in a dream. Impatient John slapped her clumsy hands away and undressed her. His hands using the moment to caress every inch of her body as her clothes fell away.

Aeryn burned with desire and need. She couldn't believe he had done all this to her body in the few arn he occupied it but she had to admit when she finally got it back she had been confused by momentary flashes of passion and unexplained times when she would do something as simple as look in the mirror and find her body growing wet with longing.

She drank in John’s nakedness. His muscles rippled along his back. His flat stomach begged to be touched. She allowed her gaze to stroll lower. She closed her eyes momentarily and opened them to watch the throbbing erection jerking spasmodically as desire engulfed John. She tried to block out the memories of the last time she had been with him, of the gentle pleasure he had given her with his mouth and hands before finally consummating their loving by entering her. Aeryn swayed towards him her mind and desire on overdrive her cunt throbbing.

“Not yet...” John told her, dragging her into the bath area. He pushed a few controls and waited for the shower to start. A fine mist began to fill the small cubicle, clinging to everything it touched. He waved his hand into the mist testing the temperature. He did this several times until he had it to his liking. Satisfied her ushered Aeryn inside and shut the door behind them.

John poured a small amount of lathering agent into his hand and began to rub it along Aeryn's body. He massaged it on her breast. Squeezing and kneading them, flicking her nipples lightly before moving down to her abdomen and buttocks and finally stroking it between her thighs rhythmically.

“Touch me Aeryn,” he whispered pouring some of the agent into her hands. Aeryn smiled tentatively before rubbing her hands together and applying the lather to Johns firm flesh. Her hands roamed over his chest and down his abs until they reached the apex of his desire. she cupped his sac, paying careful attention to the rigid flesh above it.

Carefully she rubbed the slippery suds back and forth along his erection smiling when his knees started to buckle.

"Hmm--this is uhh going a little too fast. If you keep that up we will finish before the three arns are up,” he moaned.

“No we won't,” she laughed at him. Her rich voice deepening his awareness. “You started this and I have every intention of you finishing it Crichton. I don’t care if it takes us a cycle. I’m not leaving this room until I am thoroughly satisfied.”

John and Aeryn helped each other clean off the lather. Their movements slow and calculated. Their eyes only for each other as they gauged each other’s reaction to a touch here or a kiss there. Unable to wait any longer they quickly dried off and hurried to John’s bed. They didn't care that beads of moisture still clung to their skin and hair all they cared about was trying to sate another hunger that was raging out of control. One that had nothing to do with eating food.

John's kisses burned a path of destruction from Aeryn's mouth to her breast and slowly down her stomach to the sweet ache between her thighs. She lifted her hips as he slid farther down the bed until his nose tickled her clit.

“Hey Aeryn. Did you know the hair on your pussy is lighter than the hair on your head.”

“No.” Aeryn laughed. “I didn't know that...what color is it exactly?”

“I’ll show you in a sec right now I’m busy.”

Aeryn moaned as John's tongue slipped inside the moist tunnel and began to probe her walls lightly, she felt light headed when he slipped his fingers inside of her and slid his mouth upward and began to gently stroke her clit with his tongue while he finger fucked her.

John unconsciously ground his hips against the bed in tune to Aeryn's rhythm, he didn't feel the pain as her legs tightened around his neck trapping his face and tongue against her slick cunt. Her moans filled the room empowering him, no driving him to pleasure her longer and harder.

Her moans and gasps of pleasure were his undoing. Unable to hold out any longer he rose over her spreading her legs. John paused and took several deep breaths...he glanced over at his watch...damn we still have thirty minutes....I don't think I can hold out that long.

“John--pleassse,” Aeryn moaned rubbing her slick wetness against him. If she pushed just so....yessssssssssssssssss she moaned loudly as she quickly took him inside of her heat with a sly movement of her hips.

“Damn it Aeryn this was my idea not yours...” John gritted his teeth trying to hold back the waves of pleasure cursing from his shaft over the rest of his body “Girl..please don't move,” he moaned. Lowering his head to her breast and taking one taunt tip into his mouth. Aeryn arched against him and felt him shudder against her.

“Sorry,” she apologized, not feeling the least bit sorry.

“Yeah right.” John retorted dryly nipping her breast before he lifted himself to his knees dragging her up against his pelvis and bending her legs towards her head.

“But you will be sorry when I get though with you,” he warned before slamming his cock, to the hilt, inside of her.

Aeryn gritted her teeth as pain now accompanied the waves of pleasure cursing through her body. John talked to her emphasizing each sentence with a deep stroke that threatened to take each of them over the edge.

He would pause right before she succumbed to the bliss taunting and teasing her. She wanted to cum. She was getting sore from his rough loving and she knew he had to be getting tired.

Sick of his pitiful show of domination, she flipped him neatly over onto his back without dislodging his rigid sex from within her heat.

“Crichton,” a gruff voice boomed over Moya's com system.

“Yeaah D-man.”

“We have been waiting for over a quarter arn for you and Aeryn to come to the transport pod to go get more provisions...what are the two of you doing...never mind,” D'Argo muttered hearing the soft whimpers in the background growing louder as Aeryn screamed out John’s name.

The End