Title: AMBUSHED
Author: ChianaWannabe
Author's notes: Okay to archive, just so long as you let me know where. Feedback welcome!
E-mail: dday1963@charter.net
Summary: Mildly angsty romantic J/C encounter
Rating: R/NC-17

DISCLAIMER: Farscape and its characters are the property of The Jim Henson Company, the Nine Network of Australia, Hallmark Entertainment and Sci-Fi Channel. I just borrowed them for a little while.

He knew her routine like the back of his hand. She'd be coming this way any microt now, on her way to the common bathing area. Not wearing her usual leather attire, but a soft black robe instead. Perfect for what he had in mind. He waited for her with a predator's patience, concealed around the abrupt corner created by the intersection of several of Moya's passageways. He couldn't take any more of the longing-filled glances she sent his way, or any more of the way she frequently found some excuse to slide her body suggestively against his, setting his nerve endings humming. He lazily reached down to rub his member through the tight leather pants he wore. Hell-and-damn he had a hard-on again (big surprise there). Lately all he had to do was think about those bottomless ebony eyes, silky gray skin and lithe, cat-like body to become instantly, painfully aroused. And he was royally fed up with the little guy with the wings and halo perched on one shoulder saying "no, no, no" in one ear. Especially when the other guy, the one with the horns and pitchfork, kept on whispering "yes, yes, yes" into the other one. He'd finally surrendered to his body's urging and decided to give her what she so obviously wanted from him. So he waited for her.

When Chiana rounded the corner, singing quietly, she found herself pounced on and spun around. She caught a glimpse of glittering blue eyes as her back came into jarring contact with the corridor wall. One strong arm lifted her, supporting her tight little bottom, and he pinned her against the wall with the weight of his body, her feet dangling off the floor. He brought his free hand up to cup her chin, holding her head still for a hot, demanding kiss as he ground his hard-on against her groin. She tore her lips away from his.

"What the frell…Crichton?! Have you gone completely farb-mmph!" she squeaked. His mouth came down across hers again and his tongue urgently parted her lips and surged inside, shutting her up.

Holy Hezmana! she thought, this can NOT be for real! But hey, she'd been pining after him for as long as she'd known him, and she wasn't about to let a golden opportunity like this slip through her fingers. Her slim legs came up to wrap about his waist and she twined her arms around his neck. Their tongues battled intimately as their heads turned this way, then that, as each tried to gain dominance over the other. They were both gasping for air when their lips finally broke apart. Chiana twisted fistfuls of John's shirt in her hands and her sharp white teeth nipped at his lower lip before she suckled gently at it, dragging a low animal growl from his throat. His erection throbbed painfully, demanding attention.

"No more little games, Chiana." He breathed raggedly. "We're gonna play by my rules now."

Her dark eyes smoldered up at him and her full, charcoal-colored lips parted in anticipation. Nimble little thief's fingers made short work of freeing him from his pants, and she stroked him strongly once, then twice, making him groan as he tugged impatiently at the collar of her robe. With her clever hands to guide him, he was inside her in an instant. She moaned softly, and he gasped.

John's legs almost gave way beneath him. Oh, God, she was wet for him. And tight…so tight. He closed his eyes blissfully and let his forehead drop to rest against Chiana's soft shoulder for a moment, just breathing in her scent and savoring the indescribable sensation of having his straining member sheathed nice and snug in her body. She moved sinuously against him, purring and cooing her approval to him as she licked lightly at his ear lobe, pulling his shirt up. She scratched her fingernails ever so lightly up his rib cage, making him flinch, then shudder as he began to move inside her.

John set a tortuous pace, each withdrawal bringing him almost, but not quite, all the way out of her, then pausing for a heartbeat before slowly sinking all the way in to the hilt. Again. Again. Again. He kept it up until Chiana was whimpering in his grasp, writhing her hips against his groin trying to pull him deeper, and he felt ready to shatter into a million pieces from the strain. His jaw tensed as he gritted his teeth, struggling to maintain his self-control. He lifted eyes stormy with need to watch her face as he slowly, deliberately rocked his hips against her. She gazed back through feathery lashes, inky eyes half closed and glazed with desire.

"This what you been wantin', darlin'? Huh? What you been needin' so bad?" he panted. "C'mon, tell me…"

"Mmmmm…yesssssss."

"Then lemme give it to you, sweet thang…if you want, I'll give it to you…" he both threatened and promised, his voice thick.

"Yessssss."

John brought his hand up and tangled his fingers in Chiana's silvery-white hair. He dragged her head back and pressed hungry, scorching kisses in a blazing path down the slender length of her throat and between her breasts as he began to drive into her with barely contained violence. Her teeth caught her lower lip as she tried to stifle her breathy moans and her nails dug into his shoulders. The tension built up in him, rapidly mounting, until he was frantic with the need to come, his mind and body screaming for release, his senses careening out of control. He clamped his lips down hard over hers, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, mirroring his lower body's thrusts into her depths, and they tumbled into the abyss together. Chiana cried out her climax into his mouth as he exploded deep inside her, groaning and trembling, the sounds of pleasure muffled by the kiss. And then John's legs did buckle under him, sending them both sliding down the wall to collapse in a limp, sweaty tangle of arms and legs on the floor.

For a few microts the only sound in the corridor was their labored breathing slowly returning to normal, and chuckling moans as overworked muscles relaxed. Then he lifted his head to grin sheepishly at her.

"Y'see, that's what you get when you play with fire, lil girl," he told her.

She smiled back, and there was a mischievous sparkle in her black eyes.

"I've only got one question for you, old man. Where are the matches??"

END