Tight
by SexyChi NOTE: Adult sexual material. This isn't one of those ultra-explicit fluids-soaked ones though despite the sexual detail. It is a character story too, a character thing for fun.
Thanks: to Dan/ChianaPip for beta! I want to especially thank Exquisiteirony and Thethingraychi. Thier characterization was a HUGE influence on me writing as well as how I write. You two rule. Words can't express. Yeah I know this ain't such heavy stuff. Just have fun, ppl. That's all this is for.
Disclaimer: Well you know. I didn't make the characters or Farscape, they're intellectual property of Jim Henson Co., if you want to profit from it deal with them, I'm not making anything.
Archive/feedback: sure, please contact me at chificspicy@yahoo.com
Sypnosis: Crichton gets to observing some of Chiana's physical aspects....
Cast: Crichton, Chiana, Rygel, Aeryn & D'Argo are in it. :-)Tight
by SexyChi John has Aeryn, the sexiest lady in the universe, far as he's concerned. Well okay sometimes he has her. He has no need to gawk at Chiana in the privacy of her own room, besides, he's not that kinda guy anyway. His instinct then is to turn away when he sees through the lattice-like wall that Chiana is on her sleeping fur naked. In that instant he can see she's doing something, but it's only when he gets a few feet away that it jells in his mind what.
Instinct overruled. He's carefully staring through a space in the wall, where with her head to the wall as it is, she couldn't see he was there. Caution is good. Man does he know that now! But there are times one might as well get what one can while one can, she of all people would agree....
Chiana doesn't have much of a set, but she's sliding a sheet over and under them, back and forth slowly, sighing and gasping in a hyper state of ecstasy. What has his mouth agape is....it must be an alien thing. Her species or something. They look impossibly high and tight, even for laying down and jeez those shiny black nipples are sticking way way out hard as anything-
"Crichton?" He holds his breath. So does she. "I know you're there. Get over it, come in and be nice about it, huh?"
Oh God, this is not happening. He knew not to do it, he knew! He pats the wall with both hands in frustration, straightens up, walks to the door and holds back to tap on the doorway. "Got something on, Pip?"
"No, I don't, now get the drazz in here, or I'll come out there."
He walks in averting his eyes. She rolls her eyes and throws the blanket over her lower half.
He sits on a trunk against the far wall facing her. "Okay what's the game. What do you want."
"Want? Why?"
"So you don't blab to Aeryn, Pip. I know how this works."
She beams. Genuinely amused.
"What?" he wasn't amused.
"Look, maybe I don't want anything from you you don't want to give."
He just blinks.
"Nevermind. I wasn't going to blab about you, especially not to Aeryn."
He seems wary but then he accepts that and nods once appreciatively. "You're a pip."
"Have companion, will travel".
"What?"
"A pip, 'favorite traveling companion', remember?", she sits up on her side on an elbow. Holy fiber, that set holds right in its silky, shiny, rounded, impossibly tight form. He flushes, his heart thuds. Oh gosh what am I a horny teen, he asks himself, trying to shake his mind back on track. He then remembers the rest: she must have heard him telling Aeryn "have gun, will travel".
"uh yeah."
"What?" she smiles foxy. She's holding back giggles, he knows it. He flushes redder.
"What the hell do you think you were doing, gal?"
"Mm just keeping 'em tight. Takes a lot of hard work you know."
"Yeah it must, I mean jeez. Aliens."
"Ah no." she slowly nods no. Then changes gears in a flash: "Nebari aren't different than sebations or humans if they're like sebations it's just that some people like it this way really really tight so it gives me an edge and I don't exactly mind doing it if you know what I mean but if you don't like it fine you don't have to look at it-"
He gets up "-Noo, noo nice, very uhm," he heads to the door gesturing at her and waving good-bye at the same time "very tight. Very tight. I'd better go check on that module I was going to uhm before so uh, later," he continues down the corridor.
Her face sinks a moment as the thought of wishing "favorite traveling companions" meant more. "Well so's yours!", she cups a hand over her mouth and yells after him, "....Now!", she breaks up in giggles. He waits to get shut in the module to bust up laughing.
*
Just somethin' that's gotta be fixed. Just happens to be going up the tight, upwards slanting access tunnel behind Chiana. Bent over in the small passage, he keeps glancing up ahead only to get a view of some tight hind end. Hard not to have it cross a guy's mind, he figures. Petite. Tight. Skinny. But darn tight. Man he misses those old britches of hers. But as it is he sure hopes he doesn't have to straighten up quickly.
Chiana stops at a crossing and turns around. John shakes his eyes from the tight cleavage view as she puts a tool in his hand: "Okay, you fix the backflow thingys here and I'll go fix the pipe", she produces her handheld torch. He peers around the corner as she crawls down the ajoining tunnel.
"That bony assed bitch is at it for hours practically every night." Rygel's voice startles him. "That and exercising the parts you're looking at." John was so tuned out he didn't even imagine Rygel would be taking any note hovering after them back there. And Rygel evesdropped on that other evening! John feels that flush coming in. There's a perfect diversion this time.
"Rygel, you uncouth-"
"So I was watching?" Rygel defends then leans forward, "So were you".
"Aww, don't start Sparky. And don't tell Aeryn!"
"She'd probably kill me. After you of course. Like I said, she's getting too frelling bored, so she found the hobby she was enevitably going to find. After all she was already doing it to uuuh stay in condition, and now the bored trelk is going farboht at it."
"Shhhee you gotta be kiddin me man. Give a guy a break, Sparky!"
"Hardly. You'll see for yourself tonight."
"I won't be anywhere near there, Sparky. I got somebody, remember?"
"Hah. The odds aren't in favor, Crichton."
"I'll take that bet."
"Fifty food cubes."
"You're on."
*
John stands facing away from Rygel with his hand out: "Come on. Fifty."
"Yotz." Rygel forks over fifty. Aeryn picked a fine time to be in the mood. "Body breeders. Bah."
"That's better, you know I could use these darn things too." He munches on one. "See ya Sparky."
Rygel sighs. Oh well. Crichton might just lose them back to Chiana after she goes long enough without her share of food, he shrugs, producing one from his own share and taking a bite.
*
Hell, just be more careful this time. It's not like it's a big deal, John reasons as he ducks around the final corner to Chiana's room. Just get this nagging tug in the back of your head over with and get back to your own room.
"Woa boy", he nearly whispers aloud. Great view! He watches her arch herself up, her heels on the floor and her shoulders across the side of her bed, every muscle along the totally hairless tight bod flexing for all she's worth with obvious emphasis on the inside thighs, hips and buttocks. Make that emphasis on the leaner than he ever knew possible grayscale mound too, he notes, trying to keep his chuckle in as he notices it's all flexing, and hard. Then she drops down and smiles. Figures she'd enjoy it. Then she repeats. Good gracious the lying bag of helium wasn't kidding....
Exhausted just from watching, John wearily wanders towards his room. Gad Aeryn wasn't in a mood. "Guess you better hit the sack Johnny boy", he tells himself.
*
Well he tried. But he wasn't as tired as he'd figured. Dang, the thought of that wringing machine keeping herself tight, quote, unquote, for nobody is friggin' torture. And she'd so not mind giving him the wringer. He thinks about the silky skin. No sweat? Come to think of it, did she ever sweat? Her species?
"Come on boy, it's science. Xenobiology, man. Get the camcorder, you got a popular class. Get them DVDs, no friggin' tape." He gets up and makes it to the door. "Pilot?"
"Yes Commander?"
"Do all of those DRDs shoot those videos?"
*
Chiana enters the mess hall and Crichton watches her rummage through empty containers until she finds a handful of chips, then she grabs a bottle and heads for the door, munching on the chips.
"Hey Pip. Want a food cube?"
"Nope, I got somethin'", she breezes out.
He shakes his head and chuckles.
"What is so frelling funny this time, human?" D'Argo irritatedly asks.
"Man that chick's gotta learn about intake versus output, D".
D'Argo leans forwards, grabs his drink and quietly replies "If she has no senses and wants to starve, that's her problem John", he grabs a handful of something and shovels it in.
John and Rygel look at each other with a silent "touchy isn't he".
The table is silent a minute until Rygel speaks up to no one in particular "But then she should be uuuuuuuuuh.....interesting by the time we get to Telsis in a couple weekens".
"Holy Jeez yes!" John declares, mouthful and all.
D'Argo growls. "Which is neither of you two's business!"
"Just because she has the-" Rygel cuts off as Aeryn enters and sits down.
"Who has what?" she munches.
"We were just talking about Chiana...." Rygel amiably trails off.
"Why do you always look so tired lately?", Aeryn demands, looking attentively a moment at John.
"Well," he gets busy sprinkling some more sauce on his foodcubes, "just haven't been able to sleep exactly great around here lately," he decides a sure fire tune out is needed, "counting sheep, warm milk and toast, my Roman Meal, hell, reciting all the Twisted Sister I know, Spears, Como, Boogie Trax of the 70's, nothing puts out the light man. I need a Certa mattress, multi-pressure point springs, a real bed o-"
"So what was this about Chiana," Aeryn cuts off sure enough, which is fine since he feels a bit embarrassed squirming on a vid chip with the latest Chiana workout documentary in his left back pocket, "What did she do now?"
"Who said anything about her doing anything?" Rygel whines, "Besides, you know Chiana...." he prompts.
"Oh she stole something again?" she assumes right to Rygel's plan, "Well let's hope it's something useful at Telsis."
"Amen", "You said it", "Hmm", all three guys mumble affirmatively.
"Maybe some lutra oil for a change," Aeryn adds, "It isn't just food supplies getting too tight around here".
A pause.
"Amen", "You said it", "Hmm", all three guys mumble affirmatively.
*
Fin