First Times [John/Alex, PG-13]
Fandom: Farscape
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: John/Alex
Spoilers: None. Set pre-Farscape.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I'm just playing.
Summary: Nothing about him is easy to predict.
A/N: Unbeta'd so um, any mistakes are mine alone. I didn't mean to commit fic. It just sort of happened.
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Florida heat licks the back of her neck and tendrils of hair curl against her skin. She knows she should probably be in the lab; the plates won't prep themselves and she's got a long, boring night at the microscope ahead of her. But he had called, asked her for a late coffee, and here she is, four hours later, still watching the sky with him.
"And these," John says, dragging his finger across the night sky, outlining shadowy hills and craters on the full moon, "look a lot like dry river beds up close. 'S why we thought there might have been water on the moon once."
Alex rolls her eyes, looks away from where he's pointing and straight at him. "Obviously they weren't?" she says pointedly. "Otherwise you'd be telling me all about the old river beds on the moon."
John laughs, upper lip lifting, and it makes him look goofy, happy. She likes this variation-on-John. It's a hell of a look for a scientist, makes him look approachable, not so much like a damn frat boy. Though that was his initial appeal. You see a guy who looks like John does, in a bar swilling beer, playing pool, you would never think to yourself, 'Astrophysicist.' Fuck, no. Alex had figured business, maybe. Or Sports 101.
He leans back in his chair. "Right you are, babe. We gotta look a lot further for E.T. than the moon."
"Babe?"
"I..." he starts. "Yeah, sorry."
Alex rolls her eyes and pulls the mass of her hair over one shoulder. She watches his eyes follow her fingers. "I don't mind," she says without thinking, and there it is, the opening laid out for him.
John knows it too. He covers her free hand on the table with his. "Is that because you like 'babe' or because you like me?"
His fingers slide between hers, latching their hands together. He's warm and golden in the lamp light, and Alex feels a little hemmed in by the rush of sensations, the blue of his eyes, this conversation, his easy charm. It's unexpected. She doesn't want to read too much into this. Doesn't want to be that vulnerable.
He jogs their hands lightly, still waiting for an answer.
"I like 'babe,'" she says, careful to keep her voice neutral, take the teasing tone out of it a little. "I like my name too."
"Alex is a nice name," John says agreeably. And then he grins, quite different from the way he laughs, wicked and tempting. "John's a great name."
She stares blankly at him for a second.
"I love hearing it," he says, still grinning, "particularly when a beautiful girl's saying it. I like it best when you say it."
And okay, this Alex can work with. He's given her an opening right back. It's cocky and teasing, and it's pretty obvious what he means.
It's not uncommon for a one-night stand to call, but it's been a long time since she dated one.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: John/Alex
Spoilers: None. Set pre-Farscape.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I'm just playing.
Summary: Nothing about him is easy to predict.
A/N: Unbeta'd so um, any mistakes are mine alone. I didn't mean to commit fic. It just sort of happened.
~~
Florida heat licks the back of her neck and tendrils of hair curl against her skin. She knows she should probably be in the lab; the plates won't prep themselves and she's got a long, boring night at the microscope ahead of her. But he had called, asked her for a late coffee, and here she is, four hours later, still watching the sky with him.
"And these," John says, dragging his finger across the night sky, outlining shadowy hills and craters on the full moon, "look a lot like dry river beds up close. 'S why we thought there might have been water on the moon once."
Alex rolls her eyes, looks away from where he's pointing and straight at him. "Obviously they weren't?" she says pointedly. "Otherwise you'd be telling me all about the old river beds on the moon."
John laughs, upper lip lifting, and it makes him look goofy, happy. She likes this variation-on-John. It's a hell of a look for a scientist, makes him look approachable, not so much like a damn frat boy. Though that was his initial appeal. You see a guy who looks like John does, in a bar swilling beer, playing pool, you would never think to yourself, 'Astrophysicist.' Fuck, no. Alex had figured business, maybe. Or Sports 101.
He leans back in his chair. "Right you are, babe. We gotta look a lot further for E.T. than the moon."
"Babe?"
"I..." he starts. "Yeah, sorry."
Alex rolls her eyes and pulls the mass of her hair over one shoulder. She watches his eyes follow her fingers. "I don't mind," she says without thinking, and there it is, the opening laid out for him.
John knows it too. He covers her free hand on the table with his. "Is that because you like 'babe' or because you like me?"
His fingers slide between hers, latching their hands together. He's warm and golden in the lamp light, and Alex feels a little hemmed in by the rush of sensations, the blue of his eyes, this conversation, his easy charm. It's unexpected. She doesn't want to read too much into this. Doesn't want to be that vulnerable.
He jogs their hands lightly, still waiting for an answer.
"I like 'babe,'" she says, careful to keep her voice neutral, take the teasing tone out of it a little. "I like my name too."
"Alex is a nice name," John says agreeably. And then he grins, quite different from the way he laughs, wicked and tempting. "John's a great name."
She stares blankly at him for a second.
"I love hearing it," he says, still grinning, "particularly when a beautiful girl's saying it. I like it best when you say it."
And okay, this Alex can work with. He's given her an opening right back. It's cocky and teasing, and it's pretty obvious what he means.
It's not uncommon for a one-night stand to call, but it's been a long time since she dated one.