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Beware of Dog

I'm writing again!

dekotaskye has lent me an unfinished drabble of hers to play with and it is so much fun. I wanted to post a snippet here to see what folks think. I'm so insecure at the moment. DE has pushed me and I really appreciate it. Bunnies are hopping.


Taking a Swim in a Fountain…

“I'm 33 for a moment
Still the man, but you see I'm a they
A kid on the way
A family on my mind
I'm 45 for a moment
The sea is high
And I'm heading into a crisis
Chasing the years of my life
15 there's still time for you
Time to buy, Time to lose yourself
Within a morning star
15 I'm all right with you
15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live” – Five For Fighting

She stood there with her slim white shoulders angled up supporting her sharply muscled right arm as she ran the brush through her shining brownish black hair. Her figure was slim masking the powerful talent for violence within its curves. The wounds from her Scarren captivity reddened her side but were now barely visible. She healed so rapidly that it was hard to believe that just two weekens ago she was lying sweating and hallucinating on that bed with him at her side wondering if she would ever be the same. He smiled at her resiliency. He should never doubt his alien lover.

In spite of the new crisis and that frelling pooka’s reappearance to remind him of his responsibilities, John felt happy for the first time in a long while. There was just one niggling worry marring his joy at having Aeryn back almost whole and ready to bust heads at his side. John pondered the vagaries of time as he sat watching her ministrations from his view on the bed. He shook his head. Just that morning time he discovered the second grey hair in his head. He couldn’t really blame it on time dilations and wormhole affects. There she stood with her youth stretching far ahead of her and here he sat with a damning genetic death sentence hanging over his graying head. Just contemplating the turning of time’s wheel dulled his joy in watching her. He sighed and twisted his neck to shake off his depression. There was no fixing the situation so he just had to make the best of the four-score and seven years he had.

“Hey babe, what say you and I take the grocery run. I need some dirt time.”

“You know I have those neuro-electric conduits in the Hammond-side maintenance bay to repair, John.” Aeryn turned her head away from the mirror and looked at him with her lips pursed. “Pilot said the planet was nothing to speak of anyway. All mud and vegetation. Rygel would be better suited for this run. Why are you so anxious to go?”

“Yeah, well the Degobah aspects haven’t escaped me, but I just gotta get off this boat. It’s been weekens that we’ve been running and as much as I love watching Chiana and D’Argo knoodle, avoid Sputnik's bitching about how slowly they are moving towards Katratzi and their appointment with hell, and gag at Rygel’s eating his way through our larder, I really need some air. I wanted to share some quality time with my favorite kick-ass warrior.” John looked down at his fingers twirling the errant hair.

“It’ll just have to wait. Ship first, you know that, John.” Aeryn put down the brush and leaned down to shimmy into her leathers without a shred of self-consciousness. John grinned at the view of her dance. His depression fled as he jumped up to assist her by wrapping his arms around her waist as she struggled to close the clasps while slapping his playful hands away from her belly. As usual, Aeryn won the battle by pushing him away while secretly enjoying the feel of his hands as they wandered up her sides towards her breasts his fingers gently circling the scars while his lips played a tune on her neck and earlobe. “John, we have work to do. Save your rutting instincts for later.” Aeryn smiled at his puppy-dog look as she spoke the seemingly harsh words and he knew she somehow had caught his sarcastic bug. Turnaround was just fair play.

“Yeah, well if you keep up that slithering neither one of us will get any work done today,” he stated while now playing with the errant tendrils that had escaped her loosely tied-back hair while still rubbing her waist band with his other hand. John reluctantly released his hold on her waist and stepped aside to let her pass. He really had all of tomorrows now that she had truly let him into her world. She was all business now. She nodded at his repost but gave no quarter.

“Well, I’ll just have to get my favorite traveling companion to come with,” he said as he stood in the cell doorway, still hoping for a change in her decision, but no such luck. He sort of expected as much. His Aeryn was all duty first, playtime later. He shrugged as he walked away from her quarters to search out Chiana.


Chiana sighed as she leaned back to rest her head on her Luxan lover’s strong chest. His arms circled her slim waist as his fingers absent-mindedly played with her fingers where they nestled in his. The past weeken was harrowing in the extreme. She was just a narl herself and there she had almost become a mother. Disease, kidnapping, puke, intoxicating beverages, filth, darkness, and then rescue…all in a day’s work on Moya. Chiana sighed again.

“What is on your mind, Chiana?” D’Argo rumbled from where her ear nestled.

“It-it’s such a life we have, D’Argo. Here we are safe on Moya but I can’t stop thinking of how close we were again to loosing it. Our luck is dren, isn’t it?”

“Well, we just have to make the best of the time we have and leave the future to the oricans and wild Nebari females,” D’Argo smiled down on her white hair which as usual flew every which way after their loving.

She leaned her head back and to the side to catch of glimpse of his smile through his beard and smiling in response, she buried her face once again against his shoulder. Her thoughts turned to their resident belingered couple.</lj>

I am sitting here trying to distract myself from the fact that my oldest daughter is setting off for London and Paris with her high school drama teacher and art teacher and 15 other students this morning. I am more of a basket case than she is. I am excited for her and worried that she is forgetting something or something will go wrong. I guess it is my nature to worry. She'll be fine, in spite of all the preparations. Kids are resiliant. On the other hand. I wanna go too!

Comments

Whoa! Keep this coming. Loving every moment of it. Have faith that everything will be all right. She will have a time of her life. And yeah I would love to go to...to Isles anyway.

YiHi! Whip those bunnies up! *Snaping the whip*
Wow, this is great! Poor John, already fretting about the age thing and Aeryn not letting him goof off. I don't know, but it seems to me that the "favorite traveling companion" line was a bit of a gauntlet that Aeryn chose not to pick up. I bet she's going to make him for that later. I spy that there is more, so I'm off to see the wizard, or whatever you know.