Kaz (kazbaby) wrote,
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A pimping we will go

Feeling much better. I can now bend over without doing a girly scream. Antibiotics and cranberry juice (nasty tasting)must be working.

halcyon_shift, that Goddess of videos made me an Evil!John music video to Metallica's Until It Sleeps.

http://www.alter-idem.com/sovrin/vids/29.zip

Must. Not. Overdose. On. It!

Playing around in the archives and I stumbled on this oldie. I forgot about writing it. So I giggled my butt off. Minor tweekage to it, but my brain is still a little wonky. Spoilers for Coup By Clam.

Author’s Note:
This is a quick little something I just thought up after watching the Pretty Woman video. I posted this at the DOM to help out while we were going through Kansas withdrawal syndrome. So a few of you have seen it already. This re-posting is for those of you with more willpower.
Spoilers:
A little of Coup By Clam, but not much.
Disclaimers:
Not mine. If it was, we’d have a Farscape channel.





Blond


“Aeryn…ah… Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes, John. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. Put it on.”

“Wait a microt. You’ve been thinking about this for how long?”

“It’s been about a cycle hasn’t it? So a cycle."

“All right. Hold on while I go change.”

John went behind the changing screen and said, “I really don’t know about this.”

“Well, I do. Just this one time, John. Don‘t forget about the wig.”

“Ah, frell. The things you talk me into.”

Aeryn sat on the bed waiting anxiously. After several moments consisting of John mumbling about the injustices brought upon him, he finally emerged from behind the screen. She looked at him and smiled.

The blond wig complimented the clothing perfectly on him. She had chosen a very simple black dress that fit his body like a glove.

“At least you got the right color,” John said looking down at the dress he was wearing.

Throwing two objects at him, Aeryn said, “Here…don’t forget these.”

As he caught them, recognition registered on John's face. “You want me put in falsies? No, no, no. You see...that is where I draw the line.”

“Falsies? They’re only synthetics. You have to wear them to finish the illusion.”

“Why in the frell do you want to get me in a dress for?”

Smiling seductively,she said, “I told you, it excites me.”

He placed the ‘falsies’ inside the dress. The look now complete. “There. Satisfied?”

“Turn around for me please.”

Whispering to himself, he said, “Oh, you have got to be kidding me. I feel so cheap...” He began turning in a circle as she had asked.

“Very, very good, John. Now come here. Let me help you out of that dress.”

“I ain’t arguing with that,” he said walking towards her.

She met him halfway across the room and kissed him,




Watching the clam shell in the Center Chamber, Rygel smiled and said, “Pay up, Luxan.”

“I can not believe he was farbot enough to let Aeryn talk him into it.”

Chiana snorted from her side of the table. “He’s a male, and like all males, he’s thinking with his mivoks.”

Pilot had the DRD leave Aeryn’s quarters as D’Argo paid Rygel for the wager they had made. What surprised everyone was the fact Aeryn had agreed to try and get John into a dress again, she had said it would be a fun challange.

The End

One day I may do more along this line. I'm thinking John teaching D'Argo how to put on nail polish. It's to rescue the girls of course. *veg*




ETA: BOMBS AWAY!!!
That is the sound of my mind falling into the gutter with this pic...
http://www.disordered.org/farscape/03b/CnB2.jpg
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