Title: Vivaldi

Genre: Erotica

Author: GeNubia

Zhaan gasped, her footsteps faltered briefly before she recovered. Surprise and delight were etched on her lovely face as faint strains of beautiful music drifted along the corridor to Pilot’s chamber.

She stood quietly outside and watched D'Argo play the shilquin for Pilot. The piece he was playing was beautifully arousing--envoking visions of days and lovers long gone. Pilot continued working as D'Argo played, his movements choreographed to the pulse of the music. It was a beautiful ballet being performed in front of her eyes. When the last strains echoed around her she snapped out of her reverie remembering why she had come to Pilot’s den in the first place.

"D'Argo. Aeryn and John need your help. They’ve found another piece of Peacekeeper technology in one of Moya's ducts and because of it’s size and considerable weight they want you to help remove it."

"Where are they?" D'Argo asked impatiently as he carefully stored the shilquin in its elaborately carved case and placed it within a compartment on Pilot's console.

"Follow me. I’ll take you to them." Pilot thanked D’argo for the interlude, for him-self as well as Moya, verifying briefly the tier the others were on.

D'Argo inclined his head in Pilot’s direction and ushered Zhaan into the corridor.

"You play beautifully," Zhaan commented. A gruff grunt his reply. "I take it you are not in the mood to talk." Another grunt. Placing her hand on D'Argo's arm Zhaan stopped him looking up she saw the pout on his face and smiled as she realized he was sulking about something. "Well now, I had better get you to John and Aeryn, we can discuss this later after you are finished."

"There is nothing to discuss", D'Argo told her, pushing past her towards the sound of Aeryn and Crichton arguing heatedly farther along the corridor, while Chiana and Rygel’s snickering and laughing could be heard as well.

Zhaan paused. Men! D'Argo disappeared from sight around the corner leaving her a bit puzzled by his behavior. Shrugging she realized that it was time for her meditations and hurried down the corridor to her quarters. Meditating always had a way of cleansing her mind of doubts and misgivings. It focused her thoughts, bringing the light forward and tapping the dark further down. Smiling she opened all the doors and stripped her clothing, sinking onto the firm mat crosslegged. She rubbed her hands together before beginning the ceremonial display of casting off all her old auras and the trials attached to them.

******

D'Argo came to an abrubt halt. John was sitting, his back against the wall, holding a bloody cloth against his forehead. Concerned he hurried over.

"What happened? Do you need Zhaan?"

"No. I'm fine. It’s only a FRELLING... FRACTURED...SKULL! Why would I need the local medicine woman. According to Aeryn its a little scratch. A little scratch I wouldn’t have if she would have waited for you instead of trying to be FREAKING...SUPERWOMAN and lost her grip letting her end drop," he gritted out sarcastically.

“Owwwwwww!” John wailed as Aeryn purposely tapped him on his head near the bloody contusion to get his attention.

"Maybe if you weren’t so slow...Earpling, you would have been able to get out of the way a microt faster." she countered.

“Now you wait a minute, miss high and mighty....” John began, as the bickering started over again.

D'Argo threw up his hands in disgust. He became even more disgusted when Rygel and Chiana fell over each other laughing at the pair, enjoying the free show.

"I’ll be in my quarters should any of you need me for anything," he murmered quietly. Shaking his head in frustration, D'Argo left for his quarters.

****

The walk there gave him time to rethink his day so far. He was puzzled by his behavior towards Zhaan. For some reason it bothered him that she had caught him playing the shilquin for Pilot. It was his way of apologizing for his part in cutting off Pilot's arm. He also enjoyed the quiet sessions watching Pilot choreograph his movements to the music as he worked.

For all his bulk Pilot was pretty graceful, D'Argo chuckled to himself. "I should apologize to Zhaan. My behavior towards her was uncalled for." Sighing in resignation, he walked past his quarters keeping along the corridor to Zhaan's. Having second thoughts D'Argo turned on his heel, only to hear a low moan come from Zhaan's quarters. Worried that something may be wrong, he bounded into her room coming to a shocked standstill.

There, kneeling in prayer position, was the most wonderful site he had ever seen. Zhaan was completely naked, her body covered with a fine sheen of pespiration from the effort of maintaining the deep state of meditation she was experiencing.

D'Argo watched as beads of sweat formed over her brow and slowly slid down the contours of her cheek, caressing her delicate jawline before slipping further to the slender curve of her neck.

His sex grew hard as he watched another bead of sweat along its travels, slipping past her shoulder, down into the valley of her breasts, and further still past her navel, and finally it disappeared from view at the apex of her sex. Groaning aloud with need, D'Argo took a step back towards the hallway and escape from the desire Zhaan evoked.

I shouldn't be here. It's wrong for me to watch her like this. She doesn't even know I'm here. I need to go... but I don't want to go. I want Zhaan. I want to bury myself inside of her and relieve this constant yearning I have been feeling for her for several weeks now. D'Argo was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t realize that Zhaan had ended her meditative state and was watching him with a slight smile on her face.

She realized that he was very hard and she knew that she was the cause for his obvious discomfort. This knowledge made Zhaan feel very powerful, she was happy that he desired her. For many weeks, since he had tenderly kissed her when he thought she was Lo'Laan during his sickness, she had ached to feel his tender touch again. Only she wanted him to know it was Zhaan that he was touching and making love to. She refused to be a stand-in for his dead wife. Standing, Zhaan walked to stand before D'Argo. She startled him from his inner turmoil by gently cupping his swollen sex with both hands.

"D'Argo what do you desire? If you desire me, then I am here but know this - I will not be a stand in for your dead wife." Having clarified her position Zhaan released his sex and took a step back leaving him enough space to flee or enter her quarters unhindered.

D'Argo groaned as he realized that Zhaan was offering herself to him. A sense of burning need to claim what she offered and more engulfed. He moved closer to Zhaan until his burgeoning sex was pressed against her naked belly. The sensations spiraled along his nerves driving away the last of his doubts.

Moaning in a triumphant cry of acquisition D'Argo walked her backwards until her knees hit the side of her bed and she began to fall. Watching the desire and anticipation play across her beautiful, expressive, face drove him. D’argo removed his clothing quickly, unaware of the sound of fabric tearing as the worn garments ripped from the rough handling.

Zhaan gasped and licked her lips greedily as D'Argo's sex was finally freed from his pants and he stood naked before her. He was a very well endowed young Luxon, she realized. The thought of him filling her with his sex made her moan in anticipation and caused a rush of moist heat rush between her thighs.

D'Argo lowered himself gently to the bed never taking his eyes from his prize. A part of him didn't believe this was actually happening, that Zhaan desired him and was about to make love with him. Gently D'Argo took Zhaan's hand and kissed it slowly tracing the slightly golden spots on it. Then he began to follow the trail of spots with his tongue up to her neck nibbling and teasing Zhaan with his tongue.

Zhaan began a delicate yet thorough exploration of D'Argo's body kneading and stroking his strong shoulders, caressing his tentacles, placing kisses against his chest his brow as the need inside of her began to grow and grow as D'Argo moved further down.

She felt his rough tongue as it slowly captured the peak of her nipple and caressed it. Moaning, Zhaan's movements against D'Argo increased, causing his sex to jump with excitement as it swelled in size. Zhaan moaned and tried to capture D'Argo's sex in her hand only to be pushed down by D'Argo and have her hands captured.

"No, Zhaan, I want you enjoy this longer. If you touch me now it will be disappointing for both of us."

"D'Argo," Zhaan moaned, "we have weeks to take it slowly and I want completion now." Spurred on by her need, D'Argo released her hands and spread her legs apart with his knee. Slowly he eased himself into the hot, slick, walls of her womanhood. D'Argo gasped as Zhaan began to move against him, taking more and more in, until he was completely sheathed by her heat.

"Please Zhaan, no, not yet, you .......," he never finished the sentence as his body could no longer deny itself the fulfillment that Zhaan promised with each thrust and with each stroke of her hands across his back. Zhaan moaned loudly and clutched D'Argo, digging her nails in his back as her body sensed his completion and jealously raced towards its own. They collapsed against each other exhausted from the explosive joining. D'Argo lifted himself up on his elbows and looked beneath him at the beatific smile on Zhaan's face.

Smiling she captured his head and said huskily, "Now I will love you...the Delvian way."

The End :)