crack_van | Johnny on the Spot by Feldman (NC-17)

Fandom: FARSCAPE
Pairing: John/Chiana
Author on LJ:

rubberneck
Author Website:fanfic by feldman
Why this must be read:

Since I can't just do a blanket rec for Feldman, (oh wait, I can - go now, read everything, hurry!!), I'm gonna recc Johnny on the Spot because Feldman does the near on impossible. She writes a sexy, heartbreaking John/Chiana fic, and never once is it about Chiana's secret love for John, or her self-sacrifice, frelling him while being secretly in love with him but willing to let him go.

This is a fic about two people in pain, having lost their ability to feel pleasure. It's something that Chiana wants back, and it's something John's just realized he's lost track of. They figure out, a little perversely, how to help each other. Set in Season 4, this is a damaged Chi looking for a way back to her sense of self, and a John dulled by the lakka, but still aware enough to realize things have to change. There isn't resolution found here, and while there's love, and there's sex of a sort, it isn't a fairy tale encounter. It's a healing through high tech, and a basic connection between these two more than friends.

It's also hot and sad and written in Feldman's gorgeous, vivid prose, perfect words and perfect pacing, and the unexpected twist and turn and drops of phrase and it's visceral and lovely and sparse and spare, and I said hot, right?

From Johnny on the Spot:

"You're sex on a stick, Chiana. You're a Sweet-Tart." He's tracking her mouth with his, just an inch away, letting her feel the heat of his breath. "You're la petite morte in black leather boots."

"I can feel you're hungry for it, too." She rubs her cheek against his. "You need it just like I do."

"You haven't lost it, Chi, you've just misplaced it. We'll find it." He drifts up her cheek to her temple, then down toward her ear, the words an excuse to skim his lips against her skin. She has a malty scent and is softer than flannel. "You're a butter pecan chocolate double-dip ice cream headache of porny thoughts. You've got an honorary Ph.D. For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge. You're pro'ly gonna give me a heart attack."

His suckling kisses bring the heat of her blood to the surface of her skin, and for a moment he's startled by the blue tinge. Nothing warm in that color. Then he thinks of a pot on a stove, blue flames licking at a copper bottom and it parses.

Johnny on the Spot by Feldman (NC-17)

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