Title: SIREN'S SONG

Author: ChianaWannabe

Author's notes: Okay to archive anywhere, just so long as you ask me first. I'll probably say yes.

Rating somewhere around an R/NC-17, you decide…definitely romantic with a tiny spoiler for LT and others…

E-mail: chianawannabe@hotmail.com

Summary: A hypothetical encounter between John & Chiana…that is, if he wasn't so frelling hung up on Aeryn! ;-) Tastefully done, I think…feedback welcome.

DISCLAIMER: Farscape and it's characters are the property of The Jim Henson Company, the Nine Network of Australia, Hallmark Entertainment and Sci-Fi Channel.

SIREN'S SONG

This was by far her favorite time…the quiet time before she succumbed to sleep. It was the time when she felt she could drop her tough, wisecracking persona along with the stiff black leather clothing she always wore. She hated those clothes, felt trapped in them, but they provided another form of armor against a galaxy that she had learned early on bore no sympathy for a little orphaned Nebari girl.

Chiana knelt in the middle of her bed, the layers of her black sleeping robe puddled around her. She was preparing to try something of an experiment. Ever since her run-in with the energy rider her latent psychic power seemed to be strengthening, and she was beginning to master it, little by little. She could now sense everyone aboard Moya, no matter where in the huge ship they might be, and she was starting to get glimpses of the future. She was unsure yet just how extensive her power was, but she wanted to find out. So, hands clasped palm-to-palm in front of her chest, she raised them above her head and brought them back down so that her thumbs touched her forehead. Closing her eyes, she gathered her thoughts, concentrating them and sending them outward. Searching, beckoning…down the corridors. Seeking one person in particular, in a siren's call as old as time.

Come to me. Please, oh please, come to me…she entreated.

She sensed his presence outside her door before she opened her eyes. He couldn't possibly know that she had called him to her. In fact, she couldn't really believe she'd done it herself. She let her hands drift down to her lap and turned her head toward the door.

"Hey Old Man…fancy seeing you here," her voice husky, soft black eyes filled with longing, she tried to hide her nervousness.

John keyed the door closed behind him. "Hey Lil' girl. I was just down the corridor a ways, you know, checkin' on a fluctuation Pilot noticed in one of the conduit panels…but I got distracted. I didn't mean to bother you or anything, but I had the weirdest feeling that you needed me."

And I do. You have no idea how badly I need you…she thought.

"Something…drew me…here."

John stood there, just inside the door, clearly at a loss as to what to do with himself. He rubbed absently at his bottom lip with his thumb for a moment, and Chiana's gaze was riveted to the motion, her throat going dry at the thought of her own mouth pressed against those firm, velvety, mobile lips. The gesture was just one of his many quirks that she found so endearing, like the way he flung his body around in such a loose-limbed, boneless way when he was excited about something, or when he peppered his speech with strange Erp sayings that nobody but him understood.

Want me as I want you…need me…love me…

He sat on the bed next to her and let his eyes drift about the room distractedly for several microts, before he turned and pinned her with his gaze. With those gorgeous, piercing blue eyes that sometimes seemed to see clear into her heart, her soul. It seemed to Chiana that she'd loved the human forever. When she had come aboard Moya handcuffed as a prisoner, John had been the only one not to judge her. He was kind and gentle, caring and protective toward her, and asked nothing in return. He was so unlike so many of the other men she had known, who had used her and expected "favors" from her. He might tease, aggravate and frustrate her beyond belief, but he would never, ever hurt her.

His voice was husky, a near whisper.

"I don't know what came over me. Why I'm even here…"

But I do… she thought. I brought you to me… I called out to you, and you came to me...

"You're very beautiful Chiana. I probably never said so, but I always thought you were so beautiful."

Not as beautiful as you are to me…

"And I know this is crazy insane, but I need to touch you, kiss you, or I think I'll go out of my mind…"

John's voice trailed off as he leaned across to Chiana, hesitating briefly before dropping his head to gently nuzzle her neck just beneath her ear. His breath sent delightful shivers of sensation down her spine. She drew in a sharp breath. "Crichton….John…"

"Sssshhhh…."he whispered, trailing a path of little nibbling kisses down the graceful arch of her neck. He lingered for a delicious moment in the hollow of her throat, his tongue sampling her soft skin, breathing in her exotic, alien scent. God, she smelled like cinnamon, of all things. A smell which reminded him of home, because his grandma had baked a lot and her house always smelled of cinnamon and other spices. He raised his head to look into her eyes, and she fleetingly met his gaze, his blue eyes now gone dark and smoky. She looked away quickly, not wanting him to see into her heart, not yet. But he wouldn't let her hide from him, using one finger to tip her chin up and draw her back around to face him.

"Chi? What is it? I want you so much…and I know you want me, too. Don't you?"

It wasn't a question. Chiana sat motionless, just staring up at him with those limpid black eyes he felt he could drown in. She didn't say a word, but he could read her desire for him in their inky depths. He slowly, ever so slowly, leaned forward, his gaze holding hers prisoner. Her eyes drifted shut, and she forgot to breathe in that fraction of a microt before their lips met.

Oh, God, she tasted every bit as exotic as she smelled, so sweet. Chiana opened her mouth, letting John explore, their tongues dueling tenderly with one another for supremacy and both winning. He felt the iron control he had always imposed on himself in her presence slipping dangerously. Sometimes she seemed like a purely sexual creature to him. At other times she seemed so incredibly young in his eyes, and he wanted desperately not to hurt her. But he'd been fighting this attraction for her for so long he'd lost track, and now for the life of him he didn't want to fight it anymore.

John lifted Chiana gently from her kneeling position onto his lap and wrapped strong arms about her slender frame. She twined her slim arms about his head, tugging at his hair, and in a heartbeat the kiss turned hot and feral, devouring, threatening to consume them both. He dragged his lips from hers and hooked his fingers in the neckline of her robe, tugging it down off her shoulders and kissing his way along her collarbone. He felt her body shiver in his arms, and the sound of their mingled ragged breathing was a distant roar in his ears. He felt as if he was going up in flames.

John pulled out of her grasp with a gasping moan, and Chiana whimpered her dismay. But John only paused long enough to rip his shirt off over his head and fling it in the corner. Then he divested her of her robe and snatched her back into his arms, sweeping her beneath him on the bed. Warm…everywhere she touched his skin he radiated heat, from the strong arms and chiseled planes of his chest and from the sculpted muscles of his back. She felt his hands, burning hot and callused on her body, and she couldn't breathe. He supported his weight on one elbow, and his free hand seemed to roam everywhere at once, trailing up across her stomach and along her ribcage before tenderly cupping a small, firm breast, his thumb circling a charcoal-colored nipple. He watched his fingers against her skin with rapt fascination, then bent his head and took her into his mouth, so gently she almost wanted to cry. His lips suckled at her breast as if she were the most fragile, delicate confection. He treated the other breast to the same devoted attention, moving back and forth, from one to the other, until she was sure she would die from the intense pleasure of it. His hand traveled down her torso, toward the place that made her woman, but she stopped him.

"Let me," Chiana murmured, her voice a honey coated purr, her dark eyes sparkling with need.

John let her guide him down on his back among the covers and lifted his hips to assist her in removing his tight leather pants. She straddled his hips, naked skin against naked skin, and reveled in the feel of him, hard muscle underlying smooth skin beneath her. She leaned forward and covered him like a living blanket, using her entire body to caress his. She sipped delicately at his lips, the tip of his nose, brushed phantom kisses across his closed eyelids. Hezmana, he was so perfect…and she couldn't believe he was finally here, lying beneath her, content to let her explore his body at her leisure. She leaned back up and traced her fingertips along the strong, stubborn jaw. Followed the column of his throat down to scratch lightly across his flat nipples, making his body jerk beneath her hips, sending a corresponding shock of aroused awareness through her body. Traveled further to draw delicate patterns along his hipbones with her nails. Watched avidly as her fingers hit sensitive spots, making him twitch and gasp beneath her.

John opened his eyes, raw need reflected in their stormy depths. He brought his head up to meet her in a hungry, open-mouthed kiss. His body squirmed restlessly beneath her, his hands coming up to grasp her hips and urge her down to him.

"Chiana…" he breathed hoarsely. "I need to be in you now…let me in…please…let me in…"

She brought her head down to shower his chest with fairy kisses, laving his nipples with her tongue and then blowing gently on them, watching with intense eyes as they pebbled with the sensation. She rocked her hips backward and her femininity slowly claimed his male essence for her own. He moaned softly, his hands coming up and cupping her head to weave his fingers through sliver-white hair soft as fur. They stayed that way for the space of several heartbeats, reveling in the completion of their joined bodies, before they began to move together. First very slowly, prolonging the exquisite friction. Then faster, as they became lost in one another. John slid his hands up the willowy length of Chiana's legs and anchored her hips to meet his upward thrusts, rolling his hips in a frantic effort to bury himself as deeply in her as he could. It felt so incredibly good to be inside her that he wanted to crawl right into her skin. He looked up at her in dazed wonder as she moved above him, in perfect rythym with him.

Chiana watched John through heavy lids as she moved on him, her hot black gaze reading the feelings that played across his face. It was all there. Love and lust, regret and euphoria, pleasure and pain. His emotions overwhelmed her. She wanted to overwhelm him as well. She placed her palms on his chest and gradually heightened his sensitivity to just below breaking point. He gasped and shuddered, groaned and trembled beneath her as she rode him, bringing him to the brink again and again, until he fixed her with a glazed, tortured stare. His raspy voice came to her dimly, desperate with his need.

"That's it…oh God that's it…now, Chiana… I can't…Oh, God I…aahhhhh…I can't…Chiana!!"

She felt herself coiling tighter and tighter, like a spring that has reached its limit. As she neared her climax, she concentrated what wits she had left at her command and sent a bolt of pure orgasmic energy into John's body, just as she had when the energy rider had possessed her, taking command of her body and her will. This time, her will was her own, and she wanted to experience his pleasure more than life itself. They hurtled over the edge together. Chiana collapsed atop John's body, keening her satisfaction. His body jerked convulsively in his own release, writhing so uncontrollably that she might have lost her balance except for the steely strength of his arms banded tightly across her back. His sobbing moans were sweet music in her ears, muffled against her neck as his teeth grazed her skin. They clung to each other and rode out the aftershocks…muscles quivering as their bodies slowly relaxed, intimate murmurings occasionally punctuated by a gasp.

Neither one knew how long they lay that way, Chiana sprawled bonelessly across John, too spent to move. Finally, she wearily lifted her head to smile hesitantly at him, and was shocked to see the beautiful blue eyes glazed with tears. She opened her mouth to speak (to say something, she didn't know what) but he shook his head and smiled back at her reassuringly, stilling her words with a finger laid gently against her lips. He rolled to the side and tucked her protectively into the hollow of his shoulder before pulling the covers over them both. He drew in a contented sigh and brushed a tender kiss against her mouth.

"Chiana…my beautiful, sweet Chiana…that was you? If only I'd known. God, how did I manage to live without that for so long…"

They drifted off to sleep in each others' arms.

Fin