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Undertones by Thea (NC-17 for sexual content)
Fandom: Farscape
Pairing: John/Aeryn
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thassalia
Author Website: n/a
Why this must be read:
Okay let's get the obvious out of the way right now. You should read this because no one, and I repeat no one can write sex like Thea. NO ONE!. I only speak for the Farscape Fandom with this statement. It's the most hot, painful, fun, messy, dirty, loving, joyous, angst filled sex you will probably ever read.
Thea's ability to dig into the emotions and needs of a character are impressive, but then to translate all that into a sexual situation, well...it is breath-taking. This was meant to be a PWP, but John and Aeryn refused to just do it and wanted to work out some gak. Silly, stubborn characters. Set toward the end of S4, between Twice Shy and Mental as Anything, so it does contain spoilers. However, you really should read at least Part I because DAMN!. There's this alley and...I can't say anything more. *bg*
Yesterday in the kitchen, she'd been eating her meal, bickering with Chiana, ignoring Noranti, when she heard him walk in. She glanced up to see him stroll over to the cooling unit and remove something to drink. He poured the liquid into a cup, leaned against the counter, hip cocked. She continued to watch him, unable to look away, as he tilted his head back, draining the refreshment in slow gulps, his throat exposed and vulnerable, eyes half shut. He put the cup down, gaze locked with hers, and slowly slid his thumb over his lips, brushing away the liquid then resting the pad of his thumb on his mouth. She swallowed heavily and got up, pushing away from the table, and left, her breathing ragged. She was furious with him and with herself, feeling her skin vibrate simply from watching him drink.
It was all she could do to keep her mind on routine tasks and she wanted him so badly that her body ached. She yearned for some sort of physical release - pain or pleasure, either would be welcome, anything to distract her. Sex or violence, at this point she could barely tell the difference, and she took a brief moment to hate him for making her feel so like a Peacekeeper.
Undertones
Pairing: John/Aeryn
Author on LJ:
thassaliaAuthor Website: n/a
Why this must be read:
Okay let's get the obvious out of the way right now. You should read this because no one, and I repeat no one can write sex like Thea. NO ONE!. I only speak for the Farscape Fandom with this statement. It's the most hot, painful, fun, messy, dirty, loving, joyous, angst filled sex you will probably ever read.
Thea's ability to dig into the emotions and needs of a character are impressive, but then to translate all that into a sexual situation, well...it is breath-taking. This was meant to be a PWP, but John and Aeryn refused to just do it and wanted to work out some gak. Silly, stubborn characters. Set toward the end of S4, between Twice Shy and Mental as Anything, so it does contain spoilers. However, you really should read at least Part I because DAMN!. There's this alley and...I can't say anything more. *bg*
Yesterday in the kitchen, she'd been eating her meal, bickering with Chiana, ignoring Noranti, when she heard him walk in. She glanced up to see him stroll over to the cooling unit and remove something to drink. He poured the liquid into a cup, leaned against the counter, hip cocked. She continued to watch him, unable to look away, as he tilted his head back, draining the refreshment in slow gulps, his throat exposed and vulnerable, eyes half shut. He put the cup down, gaze locked with hers, and slowly slid his thumb over his lips, brushing away the liquid then resting the pad of his thumb on his mouth. She swallowed heavily and got up, pushing away from the table, and left, her breathing ragged. She was furious with him and with herself, feeling her skin vibrate simply from watching him drink.
It was all she could do to keep her mind on routine tasks and she wanted him so badly that her body ached. She yearned for some sort of physical release - pain or pleasure, either would be welcome, anything to distract her. Sex or violence, at this point she could barely tell the difference, and she took a brief moment to hate him for making her feel so like a Peacekeeper.
Undertones