Up in Flames!!!!
Meltdown Continued....
Phi Phi "Le Trelk"

Disclaimer: All original Farscape characters are property of Henson & Company.
Rating: ~R~ ADULTS ONLY!!!! THIS IS AN EXTREMELY RACY FIC. NO YOUNG EYES ALLOWED!!!
Feedback: Is always appreciated.
Summary: Did you ever wonder just what happened after Aeryn closed the doors at the end of Meltdown. This fic has no real dialogue. it's definitely visual!

" Love, love

You make me feel like a sticky pistil
leaning into a stamen
You make me feel like Mr. Sunshine
Himself
You make me feel like splendor in the grass
While we're rollin'
Damn skippy baby
You make me feel like the amazon's runnin' between
my thighs

CHORUS:
You make me feel love, love, love, love, love

You make me feel like a candy apple
Red and horny
You make me feel like I wanna be a dumb blonde
In a centerfold, the girl next door
And I would open the door and I'd be all wet
With my tits soaking through this tiny little t-shirt
That I'm wearing
And you would open the door and
Tie me up to the bed

"Feelin Love"
Paula Cole

Thanks to Brigit for the hottest (Whew!) video in creation!!!

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"Talyn is a remarkable vessel."

"Speaking of remarkable vessels." John watched Aeryn with a hunger in his eyes that left her in no doubt that she was the meal of choice. Reaching out, he grabbed her hand, drawing her into his embrace. "You know Crais is gonna be cutting Stark free for another arn. Rygel's gonna take at least that long, he's got three stomachs."

Guiding Aeryn to the floor, John stared down into her beautiful pale face. "Are you comfortable?" She nodded her answer, too breathless to say a word! "I've got an idea, why don't we switch this around." He stretched full length across her body, grasping her waist with one hand and cradling her neck with the other, he rolled slowly until she lay above him. "Now that's better. I get the hard floor." He whispered suggestively.

She smiled seductively, tilting her head sideways. "And I get the hard you. Hmmm...I like the new arrangement." She braced her hands against his chest and pushed herself up into a straddling position cradling his groin, lightly with her own.

The combination of the leather friction and the pure desire of the moment caused John to harden and lengthen against the tight leather of his pants. "Baby another move like that and I'll be useless to us both."

Aeryn smiled again. She inched her hands into the waist of his pants. Grasping his shirt and sliding it up his hard abdomen and chest. Bending low she drew her tongue delicately over the bare flesh, teasing the muscles of his abdomen as they quivered in delight.

John raised his arms above his head helping her remove the shirt completely. Flinging the unwanted article of clothing to the side, she leaned forward, tasting ever inch of his chest, paying special homage to his hard nipples. Choosing one, she rolled the swollen treat between her even white teeth. John didn't know whether to scream in desire or whimper in pain. He simply groaned loudly, helplessly.

He couldn't stay still, letting his hands wander to her waist and move smoothly down her rounded backside, he traced the almost imperceptible divide that separated what he desired the most. His fingers glided further down the crease, settling between her thighs, mimicking the sucking motion of her lips. He could almost feel the moisture gathering beneath his fingers.

Eyes closed, Aeryn let the burning heat of pure hunger wash over her. Her fingers found the neglected nipple, pinching and tweaking until it joined its brother in arousal. Just when John believed that delectable torture would not stop, her mouth and fingers released his inflame nipples and focused once more on his beautiful chest. The heat on Talyn's Command ignited their already heated bodies and caused a light sheen of perspiration to glaze John's upper body. Aeryn's tongue lapped at the damp recess of John's navel. She always did like the taste of him. ALL OF HIM! She pushed down against his seeking fingers making her way lower. Tugging the light hairs she encounter on her way to her destination.

Aeryn sat up once more, grabbing the front fastener of his pants and yanking them open. She pulled his pants and briefs down slowly, scooting lower with their descent. Pausing at his feet, she tilted her head. John lifted his head up slightly, wondering at the pause in activity. "Aeryn...baby...you can't stop now."

Aeryn smiled and shook her slowly. "Mmmm...I have no intentions of stopping." She stood suddenly, reversed her position and straddled his legs once again, before he could utter another word. She reached for his boots and whisked them off as quickly as the buckles would allow her.

John raised an eyebrow at the sight of Aeryn pert bottom staring him in the face. 'Oh she was asking for trouble'.  "Honey I know you hate making love half dressed...but I can't take much more." Groaning, John reached forward and squeezed the tight mounds. Pushing up into a sitting position, John cradled Aeryn's body as she finally managed to bare his lower body completely.

Aeryn sighed, sitting back just enough to bring her bottom in contact with his hard, aroused flesh. John drew his legs up, trapping Aeryn between the pyramid of his knees and his chest and causing her bottom to snuggle even closer to his arousal. She leaned her head back against his shoulders; eyes closed in pure desire, she moved against his arousal, her legs still in the straddle position.

John nuzzled the side of her neck lightly before tasting the delicate skin. Aeryn shivered in delicious expectation as John's fingers began working on her vest. While his lips tongue and teeth grazed her neck, ears and jaw line he managed to remove the vest toss it to the side and concentrate on the thin black tank she wore. His fingers traced the slender straps, moving them out of his way slightly, so that his tongue had free range. Grabbing a portion of the snug material, John tugged it impatiently from Aeryn's pants. "Ahhh...Aeryn...baby...hold on." He whispered, microts before whipping the tank over her head. Tossing it in the direction of her vest. Her braid caught his attention, wrapping the thick, dark rope around his hand and wrist; he dragged her head further back roughly taking possession of her mouth, forcing her lips wider when he needed more. Tongues dueling, breath mingling harshly and heat rising, John expertly unraveled the braid he held. Combing his fingers through the thick wavy tresses, he cupped the back of her head to deepen the kiss.  

Aeryn broke away, intent on changing positions, only to find herself jerked back. "Oh no...turnabout is fair play." John growled into ear before nipping the small lobe. His hands roamed the soft plain of her bare midriff, moving slowly upwards. Aeryn raised her arms sensually above her head, then let then fall gracefully behind her, circling John's neck. Bending back slightly, she pushed her torso forward. She ground her lower body relentlessly against his swollen arousal. John's answering response was a quick pinch to each rosy nipple.

The slash of hot white desire forced a ragged gasp from Aeryn's parted lips. Her body bucked, pushing her tender breast into the calloused palm of his hand. John chuckled, singing softly. "Somebody's got a tickly spot." Glancing down at his bounty filled hands in pure salaciousness, he growled heavily. "Should we see how many more you have? Hmmm?"

Aeryn cupped John's hands with her own, her eyes meeting his "Yessss..." The word was a single sigh. Her body on fire, her hips moving on their own accord, she could think of no other answer.

John's movements became urgent. His fingers ripped at the opening of Aeryn's pants. Aeryn offered what little assistance she could by pushing against John's legs and leveling up onto her feet. Rising up onto his knees, John laid his cheek against the swell of her bottom for a brief moment then eased the leather pants down her legs, letting them rest at her ankles. He playfully caressed every inch of skin he uncovered, his hands following the curves of her hips and legs and buttocks. John couldn't resist the urge to taste the soft flesh. His lips skimmed the tempting morsel before him. Splaying his fingers wide over the flat of her stomach, John pulled her lower body more firmly against his lips. He ran his tongue over the tight muscular mounds of trembling flesh. Opening his mouth wide he branded her, sucking hard, leaving his mark.

Aeryn reached down behind her, grasping a handful of John's soft hair. Her knees began to buckle under the insistent attentions of John's mouth. John caught Aeryn as she tumbled to the floor. He quickly twisted her body around laying her flat on her back. Removing her pants and boots. Leaving her completely naked to his hungry gaze. "You are so beautiful." Bracing an arm on either side of her body, he lowered his lips to hers. Using one knee he separated her legs to find a comfortable spot.

Aeryn's lips widen even as her legs accommodated John's hips. She gave into his possession. John's lips ravaged her mouth, his tongue dueling with hers. It more than just a taste of paradise, it was heaven. Leaving her mouth, his lips blazed a damp trail of heat down her breast. His tongue swirled over nipples, leaving them burning for more. His teeth scraped longingly along the contour of the creamy swell, following the path into the valley that cradled her heart. "God you taste good." His mouth continued down the plain of her torso, feeding from the hidden pool of her navel. He smiled against the twitching muscles of her stomach. John's hand cupped the springy curls that crowned the apex of her thighs and hid the heated sheath he sought. Uncovering the moist treasure, he inserted on finger slowly. "Hezmana help me but I could die from the feel of you.

Aeryn's mind was engulfed in flames; her only answer one soft word. "Jooohhhnnn..." Her hips moved against the rhythm his fingers set. Her mind and body complete in their desire for erotic oblivion. Talyn could have been attacked and she would have died satisfied and uncaring. John's mouth replaced his fingers in an instant. His tongue felt like fire to Aeryn's over heated and sensitive body. "Ohhh...John!" She grabbed a fistful of his hair tightly.

"Shhh...let me taste." John breathed against her flaming core. Spearing her with his tongue, he mimicked the ancient erotic rhythm of love. Her hips continued of their own volition, matching the mating rhythm. John needed more. He pulled away lapping at damp salty skin of her thighs, moving back up toward her mouth. Grabbing her legs he wrapped each one around her waist. He thrust his hard thick shaft into her moist hot, velvet soft sheath invading her body in the most intimate of ways. Moving slowly, his body thrusting deeply and deeper with momentum.

Aeryn's body answered the call of his. She braced the heels of her bare feet against the back s of his knees, gripped his shoulders and let his body set the tempo. Eyes closed Aeryn's lips and teeth found the sensitive spot that bridged John's neck and shoulders.

Talyn's soft sounds mingled with the harsh breathing and the moans of the two individuals in the throes of passion. John braced himself against the floor to drive harder, deeper and faster. His mind was a jumble of erotic images of himself and Aeryn naked and craving only each other. Before his eyes he saw the haze of enflamed desire. In his heart he held an image of himself, Aeryn and their child. The thought of Aeryn carrying his child, fed the fire of his pounding body. He surged forward into her, every movement now a goal, procreation. Possession was paramount, this woman beneath him, his chosen mate, the answer to his beating heart and hopefully the mother of his child.

Aeryn's thoughts followed John's. She was as much his as he was hers. Images of Earth, a quiet home, a beautiful baby...the perfect life. Her body no longer her own, became a receptacle for his seed. A baby...his baby. Her body became one with John's. They were two halves of the same entity, moving on time with one another. Light perspiration now turned to dripping sweat. In an instant John rolled both over. Aeryn immediately sat up, bracing her hands against his shoulders. She rocked her lower body against John's upward thrust. Sitting back she raised her thick hair, holding it up and away from her heated skin. The movement pushed her torso forward and her breast out. She dropped her hair forward and leaned closer to John's face, still riding his swollen flesh. Leaning forward she move her hands to the floor on either side of his head, bringing her breast closer to his lips.

John reached up cupping the offered bounty. He kissed the beautiful globes, sucking the already painfully aroused tips. Her cry of pleasure slithered through his mind, his lips, teeth and tongue continuing their torture. Wrapping his hands around her narrow torso, he sat up once more; his grasp loose encircled her waist. He stared into her gray-blue eyes, smiling he whispered "Ride em' cowgirl"

Smiling at John's confusing statement Aeryn circled John's neck and shoulders, giggling when his fingers tickled her waist. Leaning forward, she breathed a simple, soft "I love you," against his lips.

"I love you too babe." John groaned as Aeryn's body tightened around his. Their movements now frenzied and harried. Both reached for the same culmination. John could feel every muscle in his body taut and ready, waiting for the perfect moment. He knew the moment she'd reached the precipice, poised there waiting. He felt her open to him. Holding her tethered to his thrusting hips, he watched a pale pink flush cover her body, signaling her descent into the abyss of rapture. Her movements uninhibited and wild, her hot sheath clutched at his hard, swollen shaft as he released his seed, milking every drop of his essence that flowed from it in orgasmic euphoria. John had never come so hard or long in his life. He almost lost consciousness as wave after wave of tumultuous pleasure washed through his body.

Aeryn laid her head on John's shoulder. Fighting to catch her breath, her eyes closed in exhaustion; her muscles sore and heavy and she loved every bit of it. "I don't want to move."

"Baby, I can't move." John nuzzled her damp hair and neck; reaching for her lips. The tentative kiss quickly ignited the smoldering embers that had once been an inferno. Cradling Aeryn head and back he lowered her to the floor. His shaft stirring again, erect and swollen, still enclosed in Aeryn's tight, hot sheath. He began thrusting slowly, smoothly but his thrust quickly became more forceful, the momentum carrying them slowly across Talyn's command floor.

Aeryn gave into John's onslaught. She parted her lips wide, accepting his tongue. Her fingers threaded themselves through his thick damp hair. She spread her legs wide before wrapping them tightly around John's waist.  She cried out in pure ecstasy as his hard thrust penetrated deeply.

John's movements ceased in mid stroke as Crais' voice came over Talyn's comms. "Crichton...Aeryn I need your assistance immediately! Cutting, Stark loose is a bit more difficult than I first thought and he is becoming more unstable with each passing microt."

John looked down into the flushed, damp face of the woman who'd become his life. "Damn."


The End