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Scientist, Astronaut, and Nymphomaniac: The nine lives of John Crichton by feldman (NC-17)
Fandom: Farscape
Pairings: John/Aeryn
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rubberneck
Author's Website: fanfic by feldman
Why this must be read:
This is an AU set in S2 happening during Out of their minds. This is a HARD NC-17 rating for sexual content. Actually if this was ever filmed it would probably be of the X-rated variety. This is one of those fics you do not read at work, rather you should print out and read in the privacy of your own home, under the blankets, with a flashlight. So you have been warned. Read at your own discretion.
If you haven't figured it out yet, this is PORN! Descriptive porn with John in Aeryn's body. It's about one human male's fantasies coming to life under his hands. It's also one of the most amazingly written things I have ever read. The pronoun juggling alone is worth an award. There isn't much to say about feldman's writing that hasn't been said already. She always delivers a well crafted story with three-dimensional characters and plot. The situation is plausible, the reactions realistic, the needs understandable. Her exploration of why John decides to do the things he does, works. It is as much about the fun as it is about self exploration. John's need to understand is one of the big motivators, that and hell he has boobs and a clit and hey let's see what they do and how they feel from the other side.
It is funny, hot, sexy, ridiculous, and down and out entertaining. A sexual romp to end all romps.
Excerpt:
Call it cockeyed optimism, scouting the lay of the land for future conquest. Call it morbid curiosity, emphasis on the morbid if she catches him taking advantage of the situation at hand. Call it what you will. Titties were fun, but there's no way he isn't going for the gold.
There's no mistaking the difference of having a smaller hand, but it's eclipsed by the familiarity of damn near Human landmarks--hell, he'd give his soul for five minutes and a hand mirror--
Oh God.
There's no mistaking it from this side of the fence. He slides the pad of her finger across it and feels the pleasure throb everywhere. This is too good to be legal.
He pulls his hand--her hand--out of her pants reverently. A good guest doesn't molest, right?
He checks over his shoulder as he sucks the taste from his fingers. It wasn't getting away with murder, maybe just getting away without being murdered. He licks his lips but the gleeful smile remains, and the hand that grabs the wrench is sweaty in the palm.
The throbbing can go away any second now. Really. There are important things that need to be done. Besides Aeryn Sun's hot body.
And that's just the beginning of the fic. *bg*
Scientist, Astronaut, Nymphomaniac: The nine lives of John Crichton
Pairings: John/Aeryn
Author on LJ:
rubberneckAuthor's Website: fanfic by feldman
Why this must be read:
This is an AU set in S2 happening during Out of their minds. This is a HARD NC-17 rating for sexual content. Actually if this was ever filmed it would probably be of the X-rated variety. This is one of those fics you do not read at work, rather you should print out and read in the privacy of your own home, under the blankets, with a flashlight. So you have been warned. Read at your own discretion.
If you haven't figured it out yet, this is PORN! Descriptive porn with John in Aeryn's body. It's about one human male's fantasies coming to life under his hands. It's also one of the most amazingly written things I have ever read. The pronoun juggling alone is worth an award. There isn't much to say about feldman's writing that hasn't been said already. She always delivers a well crafted story with three-dimensional characters and plot. The situation is plausible, the reactions realistic, the needs understandable. Her exploration of why John decides to do the things he does, works. It is as much about the fun as it is about self exploration. John's need to understand is one of the big motivators, that and hell he has boobs and a clit and hey let's see what they do and how they feel from the other side.
It is funny, hot, sexy, ridiculous, and down and out entertaining. A sexual romp to end all romps.
Excerpt:
Call it cockeyed optimism, scouting the lay of the land for future conquest. Call it morbid curiosity, emphasis on the morbid if she catches him taking advantage of the situation at hand. Call it what you will. Titties were fun, but there's no way he isn't going for the gold.
There's no mistaking the difference of having a smaller hand, but it's eclipsed by the familiarity of damn near Human landmarks--hell, he'd give his soul for five minutes and a hand mirror--
Oh God.
There's no mistaking it from this side of the fence. He slides the pad of her finger across it and feels the pleasure throb everywhere. This is too good to be legal.
He pulls his hand--her hand--out of her pants reverently. A good guest doesn't molest, right?
He checks over his shoulder as he sucks the taste from his fingers. It wasn't getting away with murder, maybe just getting away without being murdered. He licks his lips but the gleeful smile remains, and the hand that grabs the wrench is sweaty in the palm.
The throbbing can go away any second now. Really. There are important things that need to be done. Besides Aeryn Sun's hot body.
And that's just the beginning of the fic. *bg*
Scientist, Astronaut, Nymphomaniac: The nine lives of John Crichton