Timeframe: After DMD, but J/A have gone a different path from the Moyans.
There, in the middle of street between the candied yams and burned pretzels, at least that’s what they reminded him of anyway, she asked him, “Do you love me?”
He stopped, didn’t turn around to face her. “Hell of a time to ask, Aeryn,” she slipped her arms around his waist, “Why are you asking right now? Or can I guess why?”
Taking her right hand, John pulled her in front of him, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered, “And just how many guesses do I get?”
“One,” Aeryn pulled away, “Make it count.” Her feet move quickly, crossing a short distance away from him to a small fountain. He smiled at the mischievous gleam in her eyes, biting her bottom lip.
Ignoring the crowd of people separating them, John paces back and forth a few times, never taking his eyes from Aeryn’s. He already knows the answer, but he likes to make her wait. It was something that sparks their imagination every now and then.
Shake things up.
Nothing mattered at the moment but her as she sits down. Leaning backward, palms resting against the rock wall. Curves and attitude, wrapped in leather that waited for him to rediscover over and over again as she spread her knees wide and reach down toward her boots. Cupping the inside of the calf muscles, he watches her fingers begin to move, tracing the supple arc upward, only to stop at the vee between her thighs.
Smile gone, he was done with his part of the game. Pushing people out of way, he reaches Aeryn and lifts her by the upper arms. Crushing her lips with his, they turn as one and soon John is sitting where she had sat only moments ago.
He pulls her close, and she straddles him. Leaning in, John’s teeth clamp around the hardened nipple protruding through the thin black cloth. Wanting the taste of her in his mouth, he separates the flimsy barricade, lapping and sucking until he can hear a soft groan escape.
It doesn’t matter who it is, all he cares about is finishing. They’d left too many things to chance and now all that matters is living in the moment. Aeryn grinds her hips against his groin.
She licks the corner of his mouth. “You guessed correctly.”
Feeling a tap on his left should, John doesn’t bother to turn around. “Go. Away.”
“You cannot be performing such carnal acts in public, in front of children and…” The man didn’t have a chance to see the human reach for the pistol and shoot. The thud of his body didn't deter them from the focus of their attention.
“Argh, I thought he’d never leave. Now – where were we,” Aeryn asked, nibbling the side of John’s neck.
He reached the lips of her pants, slipping his fingers inside. “Just…about…here.”