That Sweet Fall Into Sin

Title: Four Times John Crichton Wore Aeryn’s Clothes (and One Time She Wore His)
Author: Jinni
Rated: Pg13
Disclaimer: All things Farscape remain in the hands of their copyright holders.
Beta: LJ User=SierraPhoenix
Pairing: John/Aeryn
Notes: For my Five Things requests.



~one~

The first time it happens, he’s not paying attention. Pilot is screaming, D’Argo is growling, and in general trouble is just frelling falling into their laps. He grabs for a shirt, tugs it on, and might wonder a little why it’s too tight, but with crisis whistling around their heads merrily-merrily, he’s not stopping to figure it out.

Later, when Aeryn eyes him and says her shirt will never be the same, Crichton gets it.

~two~

Crichton doesn’t think that the dress Aeryn gave him is hers. It might be the fact that it’s pink or that it’s a, well, dress. But she says he needs to blend in and this is the way to do it.

Three hours later, when he learns that it was just a joke to make him go down to that damn planet in drag, he promises Aeryn that he’ll get her back.

Once he washes the makeup off his face.

~three~

The third time he wears Aeryn’s clothes, he’s actually in Aeryn’s body, so Crichton thinks that one shouldn’t count. Much.

~four~

“Look, I’m sorry!” Crichton calls out to Aeryn’s back, sighing when she just keeps on going, turning a corner and disappearing from sight.

So she’s not the type that likes to see her boyfriend wearing her underwear.

Something tells him he should have known that.

And, damn, these things chafe!

~five~

Lying on the bed, in just his boxers and a t-shirt, Aeryn looks like everything he always wanted and didn’t think he’d ever have. Crawling up her body, John drops a kiss between each thigh and pushes up the t-shirt, fingers skimming her stomach. Lips move, tracing paths, tongue teasing her bellybutton. She laughs, a huff of sound, and he grins against her skin, the smile stealing up over her body in the wake of his mouth.

“You look good in my clothes,” he whispers when he finally reaches her lips, holding himself up on one arm so that he can look down into her face. She’s wide-eyed, cheeks flushed.

“Really?” she asks, pushing her hips up against his, grinding into him.

“Yeah,” Crichton breathes and smiles a little while he employs a line on her that Aeryn can’t possibly know is considered cheesy and crass back on Earth. “Bet you’ll look even better out of them.”

END