Log: Martha & Crichton [A few days later]

[hisdarklady]

Its been a few days since Talyn, other John and Aeryn left and while things have been patched up and taken care of, tensions are still running high. D'Argo and Pilot agreed to a back course that would keep them from many planets that would be likely run with Peacekeepers. Right now is not the time for any of them to worry about running for their

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[frelling_insane]

John is enjoying the moment. He's learned to enjoy them when he can because more often than not, the moments are short lived and end with him running for his life. Chiana and Martha look like they're having fun. The music is odd, lots of strings and warbling voices, but it's easy dance music. Chiana and Martha are watching each other, adapting dance moves until it's a fluid mix. Martha takes to the fluid Nebari gestures with ease that impresses John... though once he stops to think about it, considering the way she looks on the pole, probably actually shouldn't surprise him.

He also likes that this is one of those places that doesn't allow Peacekeepers. He'd been questioned at length upon arrival but a body scan in addition to being in the company of a Nebari and a Luxan had seemed to convince him that he was safe. Martha, oddly, had no such problems... but John suspects that had more to do with the abbreviated length of her skirt and the pout of her lips than anything else.

[hisdarklady]

Martha smiles at Chiana who leans in and whispers something to Martha, her eyes flicking over to the group of men she is talking about. Martha tries to look surreptitiously over at them and laughs along with Chiana.

It feels great to get out and laugh and relax after the past few weeks of tension and nerves. Its like finally breathing after holding your breath for so long.

[frelling_insane]

John heads over to the bar and exchanges some of the complimentary credits they got at the tourist booth for a few of drinks - a nice manly blue one for himself, and girly pink ones for Martha and Chiana. He grabs one of the red fruit slices and drops it into Martha's glass for her, since she'd liked them so much. He winds through the crowd with the glasses in his hand.

[hisdarklady]

Martha is still giggling at Chiana's impressions of the men looking at them when John comes up to them, drinks in his hand and bopping his head a bit to the beat.

"Mmm, thanks," Martha says, taking the pink drink and taking a long pull before handing it to Chiana.

[frelling_insane]

John winks at her and grabs his communicator. "Hey, Pip, D, Lt. Uhura, whoever's at the helm, gimme a buzz back?"

"Crichton," Pilot responds. "I'm afraid the others have not returned yet."

"That's cool, no problemo, just letting you in on the 411. Me and Martha are staying planetside tonight... just don't take off without us, okay?"

[hisdarklady]

"Is everything alright Crichton?" Pilot asks, worry tinging his voice.

"Nah, we're all cool. Talk later," John drawls, smirking at Martha.

"I'm pretty sure I'm Uhura. I do have a talented tongue after all..."

[frelling_insane]

"Talented tongue?" John mouths. "Waiter, check please!"

He's actually already paid for the food, so all that gets him is giggles from Martha and a confused look from the waiter.

[hisdarklady]

Martha grabs the front of his red leather vest and tugs on him, falling back on the seat with him on top of her.

The bubbles from the champagne are hitting her now and nothing hits her harder than champagne.

Curling her tongue in his ear, she runs a hand down his back to grab his ass.

[frelling_insane]

He reaches down and spreads her legs wide, pulling her hands out. He wraps her hand around his cock, getting his cock nice and slick before pushing into her.

[hisdarklady]

"Unf," she groans, hips raising up to ease him sliding in to her. Opening her eyes, she watches John's face of concentration as he guides himself into her and holds himself there, pausing for a moment.

"I love you," she says to him, as if reminding him. The alcohol from the alien champagne is still affecting her, making her say and do things without thinking about them first.

[frelling_insane]

"Love you, too." John says, kissing her softly. "Beautiful... beautiful girl. I love you and I really, really love... having sex with you."

He keeps his gaze as serious as he can for as long as he can - which is about three seconds before he's snickering.

[hisdarklady]

"Of course you do," she rolls her eyes and pokes out her tongue. "You're human male, you think about sex every 7 seconds or so. Though I can imagine sexing me is far preferrably to some of the alien species we've seen."