Hidden Obsession

Phi Phi "Le Trelk"

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Rating:
VERY DISTURBING SO ADULTS ONLY PLEASE!!!!!

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summary:
Couldn't begin to summarize. All I can say, is that in a fit of madness. I lost control. You guys may not like were this ends, but you know me the Duchess of Angst!!

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He'd followed her here, here to her quarters. She couldn't see him, no one could. He mastered the science of physical cloaking. There was only one problem; he could never stand or travel to close to another or his presence could easily be detected.

Her soft moan caught his attention. He watched her sit wearily on her bed and peel the cloths from her tired body. Once completely nude she stood and stretched her arms high above her head, the movement causing her full breast to rise higher. She dropped her hands and began unraveling the dark braid she favored these days. She shook the last few tangles out and ran her fingers through the dark mass, allowing it to filter down her spine.

He could see the light sheen of perspiration that covered her body. His tongue itched with the desire to taste just one portion of her soft skin. Watching her walk lithely to the shower stall he followed. Standing just outside of the waterfall. He watched her stand, letting the water flow over her perfect body. She was definitely the pride of her race.  His body tightened in response as she worked soapy hands over her body, concentrating on her breast. She cupped her breast, molding and massaging. When those delicate fingers found her dusky nipples he groaned inwardly. She continued her personal therapy, moving from one full breast to the other and further down over her flat, toned stomach. Her fingers continued on, moving lower until they disappeared into the now lathered raven curls that guarded the secret passage he so wanted to taste.

Her eyes shut against the pleasure of both the warm wet spray and her seeking fingers. Her lips curled up into a secret smile, a secret he'd give every one of his scientific notions to know. She began to hum huskily as she soaped her arms and neck. She bent low to access her legs, giving him the most delectable view of rounded bottom. Her hair she washed last, using a fragrance he knew well. All too soon the shower was over, she grabbed the towel hanging near the stall and wrapped it around her body, snagging another for her wet hair. He moved in closely behind her, too close it seemed. She stopped mid-stride, turning suddenly to glance around the room. She must have sensed his presence; he took a few steps back, away from her.

Shaking her head she continued to dry her hair, finally wrapping it turban style around her thick dark hair. She chose a bottle of pale rose liquid from her bureau. Tossing the bottle on the bed, she whipped the towel off and began drying her body. Placing one foot on the edge of the bed, she ran the towel slowly up and down her long leg, switching to the other effortlessly. He watched the towel move almost hypnotically over her body, greedily catching every ounce of moisture. He closed his eyes in rapture when the towel disappeared between her legs and reappeared to make its final journey up over the full breast that he longed to touch, pert nipples he wanted to squeeze roughly, until she screamed for release.

Tossing the towel to the floor, she sat down on the bed in the exact same place her foot had recently rested. She reached for the oil, stretching her upper body in an attempt to grasp the small bottle. Her position brought her within a hair's breath of his lips. He inhaled deeply of her scent, and then blew gently against her sensitive skin, causing her to jump. Again she glanced around, but shook her head. "You're imagining things again."

She grabbed the bottle a little tighter, pouring a small amount in the palm of her hand. She started with her slim arms, smoothing the oil over taut skin. The fragrance instantly assaulting his senses with a pleasure so sublime it seemed like a torture even he couldn't have implemented.

She poured oil directly onto each pale thigh, again working the oil into supple skin and muscle. With that same secret smile she'd worn during her shower, she oiled the crowning raven curls at the apex of her thighs. His breathing increased, becoming heavier as he watched her oil the rest of her beautiful body.  His lower body swelled painfully against the leather binding of his pants. This pain, though excruciating was welcomed. It would soon burst into the most sublime pleasure.

Her seductive display over, she quickly dried her hair, tossed the second towel to the floor, mumbled something about straightening up tomorrow, switched the lights off and climbed completely naked into bed. Within microns, she'd managed to pull the thin gold sheet over her and fell promptly to sleep.  

He waited for almost a quarter of an arn before settling on the bed next to her hip. He'd become obsessed with her from the moment he'd brought her back to Moya. He'd coveted the feel of her since dressing her naked body in the coolant suit that had saved her life. Had they remained in High Command he would never have openly requested to recreate with her. High Command would never allow such a monstrous act. In High Command she would have been as unattainable as a peaceful Scarran.

He snagged the sheet and pulled it from her body. Deep in her dreams, she never moved. He pushed her slightly damp hair to one side. Bending low he inhaled the fragrant oil she'd use. He let the scent pull him closer, drawing his true nature out.  He snarled softly, giving into the sensual call and laid a whispery kiss upon her neck that belied his beastly side with its tenderness. He opened his mouth and sucked soothingly. She moaned in her sleep; the dreams of her heart's desire masking his sexual onslaught.  He drew a single finger down the trench of her spine. Bending even lower, following the path of his leather-clad finger, he tasted the delicate skin. His eyes lit upon a tiny pool of moisture at the base of her spine. He lapped gently, quenching his thirst until the pool was no more. He listened as her breathing became heavier. He continued tasting her flawless skin, massaging her firm buttocks; still with a light touch.  She moaned in pleasure again. "Hmmm...John."

His eyes hardened for a microt at the sound of that name but only for a microt. He continued his temperate assault, drawing his finger down the crease of her buttocks, finding her nether lips hidden low amongst the dark soft curls. He separated the pouty lips, uncovering the tiny delicate nub nestled there. Flicking the nub back and forth until the dew he sought began to form in droplets. He laid a kiss upon each perfect rounded buttock. Opening his mouth wide he sucked firmly in the place his lips had just rested. His finger once more searching out the hidden passage he sought.  He inserted the tip of his finger into its damp cavern. She was already wet with need. A need she assumed came from her dreams.

"Ahhh...John...hmmm...I do love you." This time he ignored the words; storing their meaning away for later use, love? So she loved him. He worked his finger in and out gently, matching the sucking motion of his mouth. She began moving her hips against his finger, whimpering with unfulfilled desire. He removed his finger, separating her legs wide enough to allow his head to venture there. His tongue quickly replaced his fingers. The first invasion caused her to buck, but so caught up in her sensual dream, she never woke, not even his growl at the first wondrous taste of her, disturbed her. It did however increase his desire. He couldn't get enough of her, running his rough tongue through the tight curls, he settled on her sweet nub, sucking casually as if he had all the time in the universe.

She moaned, her lower body reacting to her dream lovers heavenly touch. In her dreams, her lover had a name, John and how she loved him. "Please John I...I...can't wait." Her body was beginning its ascent into an orgasmic euphoria.

That name! Once again it annoyed him. He continued his manipulations until her passage tightened around his tongue and began to spasm. He laid his head on her buttocks until her spasms and moans settled. Inhaling the scent of feminine arousal, he lost a bit of the steel control he'd managed to keep during his manipulation of her. He welcome this loss, it gave him the mindless courage to complete this irrational act. Reaching down he unfastened the hidden snaps that connected the top and bottom halves of his coolant suit, his rampant arousal bursting free. He drew his arousal up and down her buttocks, settling lightly between the two pale globes. Bracing an arm on either side of her sleeping form, he growled softly in her ear. He lowered his mouth to her neck biting gently, asserting pressure to his lower half, pushing deeper into forbidden territory. He stopped at her whimper of protest. "John...don't...please."  

Pulling away he moved his body lower to find a more accepted point of entry. Pushing deeply into her moist passage, he lay still for a moment enjoying the feel of a woman, this woman's body tightening around his. He pulled back almost leaving her, only to thrust deeply again until she enveloped him completely. Fighting his bestial impulses to ravage her soft delicate channel, he continued moving slowly. Responding to both the erotic nature of her dreams and his assault, she began moving with him.

He couldn't stop. His body swelling and tightening as it herald the approach of fulfillment. A second sense alerted him to another's approach. He swiftly separated himself from her, his jerking movement causing her to explode. He watched her body squirm and twist in uncontrollable pleasure. He managed to move away, back into the shadows near the door, just as it opened silently. He glided invisibly through, fastening his suit as he made his way back to his quarters. In his preoccupation he missed a set of eyes. Staring in his direction.

"Aeryn? Honey are you okay?"

Aeryn jerked up and turned over suddenly onto her back, staring at him and his cloths. "John...what...how did you get dressed so quickly?"

"Honey, I haven't undressed yet." John frowned, staring down at her flushed face. He reached out to brush a damp tendril from her cheek. "Baby are you sick? Is this that heat thing again?"

"No I'm fine...I...I...felt you! Here with me...in me! I thought it was a dream at first. Then it began to feel so real." Aeryn stammered; trying to find a reason for what she'd just experienced.

"Honey it was a dream. I just came in. From the looks of it a damn good one! I wish I could've been here for it!" John helped her sit up properly, wrapping the sheet around her.

"No! That's not possible! I felt it...you...I..." Her words began to fail. She just stared at him, imploring him to agree with her.

John gathered her close. "Shhh...it's okay. Aeryn I'm going to have a shower. I'll be back in ten microns and we'll talk okay?" he kissed her lips gently. He inhaled the fragrant oil she liked to use after her shower. But there was a hint of something else. Something so subtle that it was almost nonexistent. Almost! He'd have to file that away for now. "I love you babe, I'll be right back. I promise."

"Okay. I love you too." She wrapped her arms around her raised legs. She watched him walk into the bathing room, and then stared around the empty room. She couldn't shake the feeling that she hadn't been alone and it hadn't been a dream. How could she ever explain to John how violated she now felt. Moving her hands underneath the covers, she touched herself noting how swollen and tender she was. She 'd had sex, been used but how? Who?

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She watched him settle down onto his plain cot, before speaking. "I know what you've done Scorpius. I warn you now, leave Aeryn alone. You cannot have her. If Crichton finds out about your assault on her, he will kill you and D'Argo will help him!"

 Noranti glared at him before continuing. " If you rape her again, I will kill you. Satisfy yourself with Sikozu. Aeryn Sun belongs to John Crichton; she loves him. You are obsessed with a female Peacekeeper you could never have naturally. High Command would kill you for what you have done to her this day."

Scorpius' only reply was a snarl.

"Snarl all you want, but I warn you again. Do not tempt the fate that has thrown those two together. Stay away from Aeryn Sun!" she turned and swept away. Leaving Scorpius to deal with his uncontrollable anger and an unfulfilled arousal.


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"Aeryn, are you alright honey?" John stood behind her. He had been trying unsuccessfully to find out what was bothering her. She'd refused to talk about it even running into the bathroom after he'd finished, taking yet another shower. Her behavior disturbed him. She seemed so fragile this morning.

"I'm fine." She spoke softly. She'd found marks on her neck this morning and John hadn't put them there. Her lower body ached; front and back.

"You don't seem fine. You barely let me touch you last night. And that second shower, why?"

"No real reason John, I just felt sweaty again." Aeryn smiled slightly, kissing him on the lips. 'I love you."  

"I love you too babe." John embraced her. Something was wrong and he was damn well going to find out what it was. He placed a soft kiss on her neck. Pushing her hair away to continue his kiss, he noticed the bruise there. "Aeryn? Sweetie what's this?"

She knew exactly what he was asking about, but she wasn't ready to talk about it just yet. "What?"

"Hmm...this bruise honey, where did it come from? How did you get it?" John touched the bruise gently.

"Oh...uh it was there this morning. I don't know where it came from. It doesn't hurt." Just as the words left her mouth she caught sight of Scorpius staring directly at her, a salacious glint in his eye and a knowing grin on his lips. In that microt she knew! She knew!