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Out of Their Clothes - Crankygrrl (NC-17)
Fandom: FARSCAPE
Pairing: John/Aeryn
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Why this must be read:
First of all, this should be read because it's Friday and this is just a lovely piece to round off the week. Secondly, because there's just not enough well done NC-17 in Farscape fandom. Thirdly, it should be read because Cranky writes clean, quick prose that makes you grin and makes you gasp.
It takes place after a riotously funny episode, Out of their Minds, and lets the tag of that ep run to it's natural conclusion, namely sex.
But sex in the Farscape universe, is something often contemplated, frequently talked about and bemoaned, but rarely achieved. At least, until Season 3. However, Out of Their Clothes gives our protaganists a release without answering any of the myriad questions or concerns that lie between them.
It's not sentimental about these people, but it is clearly affectionate. The characters are spot on, and the encounter is breathless and very, very sexy, and at the end the resolution is true to form. Not an answer, but a continuation.
And did I mention that the story is just a whole, pointy, lot of fun?
For example:
An officer and a gentleman should scruple about screwing a woman on the floor of a public hallway. He didn’t care: Aeryn Sun was kissing him and her hands were under his shirt and in his pants. His better angels were as horny as the rest of him.
(I should mention, in all fairness, that the author has been known to sneer at the better angels line. I, however, am very fond of the whole paragraph).
And yet so very vulnerable and alone, standing barefoot in the middle of a prison cell staring down at that shirt like it held answer to the riddle of the universe: the dichotomy confuses her, frustrates her, keeps her from finding his range. She never knows whether she wants to choke him, frell him or lock him away from the universe for his own good. He is constantly in apposition to her expectations. And desires.
Like now: she'd expected him to greet her naked in bed with a grin and one of his moronic aphorisms. But of course it couldn't be that easy with him.
Out of Their Clothes by Crankygrrl
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