Disclaimer: Not mine. I'm just playing. I'll put'em back when I'm done.

Rating: NC-17 (for sexual content)

Synopsis: When things go well, Aeryn gets a little kinky.

"What the frell are we gonna do now?"

The silence of command was broken by that one gently-stated question. John glanced over one shoulder at Aeryn, who stood leaning against one of the consoles, her arms folded over her chest, her eyes on him. "I don't know," he confessed.

It was a strange feeling, knowing that the running was over, that they could go wherever they wanted and do whatever they wanted. He hadn't seen the end coming and now that it was here he didn't know what to do with it. The nightmare was over and it would take some time to get used to the idea.

He returned his attention to the viewscreen and stared out at space, so open and wide, so full of places they could go to, and had no idea what to say or do.

Aeryn pushed away from the console and closed the distance between them. She stopped next to him and did what he did for a moment before turning her attention toward him. "What would you have done on Earth now?"

He shrugged and pushed his hands into his pockets. "Gone out for a beer, perhaps. Gone to the movies. Gone out to dinner. I don't know." He sighed and leaned a little sideways until his shoulder touched hers. "What did you do when things went well?"

She shrugged. "Got drunk. Got something to eat. Found someone to frell," she replied and grinned when he snorted. She glanced at him with a gleam in her eyes. "Wanna frell?"

"I always wanna frell. That's beside the point, though, isn't it?" he replied and arched an eyebrow when she leaned against him in turn. He pulled his right hand out of his pocket and draped an arm around her shoulders. "We should decide what we do next."

"Why?" she asked and glanced up at him. "It's not like Pilot and Moya mind our presence," she countered. "We have time. Plenty of time. We have all the time in the universe."

"How poetic," he replied with a snide grin.

"We have plenty of time to frell," she said, trying to tempt him. "The others have left. We have Moya all to ourselves."

"Between you, me and the lamppost, honey, things are never that easy with us. What makes you think that this ... truce will last?" he asked.

"What truce?" she countered. "The war is over, the Scarrans are beaten, the Peacekeepers have no interest in us any more, the Nebari are beaten and Hyneria has its true ruler back. D'Argo and Chiana are off somewhere, frelling their heads off, Stark is as mad as ever, probably frelling someone in his head. Jool is probably searching for someone to frell, Sikozu is probably getting over not being able to frell Scorpius any more and Braca is probably frelling Grayza right now. What does it take for you to get in the mood right now?"

"For one thing, don't mention Scorpius. If you do that again, I may never want to again," he replied and sighed heavily.

Aeryn glanced up at him for a moment, and then lowered her gaze. "I don't think anything can stop you from wanting that," she said. "Not even Scorpius."

"Don't say that name," he repeated and made a face to express his suffering.

"All right, I won't. I want to frell. Right now, right here," she said and nudged him.

"Why here?" he asked and gave her a frown for her trouble.

"Because here is as good as anywhere," she countered and pushed away from him. "What the frell is your problem, John? You don't like winning?"

"I don't believe in winning is more like it. I never win. I see something I want, I go for it and – ka-boom – it blows up in my face. I don't get to be happy. I don't believe in this," he said.

"Do you believe in me?" she asked.

He frowned and turned his attention toward her. "Yeah," he said.

"Well, then believe me when I tell you that it's over. We're free. Nobody's hunting us any more. We can do what we want. And right now," she said, hooked her fingers into the waistline of his pants and pulled him closer, "I wanna frell."

He slipped his arms around her and pulled her closer. "What is it with you and frelling? Whenever things are good, you wanna frell."

"That's what I do when I feel good," she replied and pressed a kiss onto his chin. "Among other things," she added.

"What other things?" he asked.

"Eating and getting drunk," she replied with a grin and started to unbuckle his belt. "So, are you game? Or are you going to be all broody and stand-offish and run away?"

"That's your deal," he said. "I wanted to frell long before you."

"Not true,"she disagreed, dropped his belt on the floor and started on his pants. "When I first saw you, I thought you were frellable," she added.

That caused him to let out a loud bark of a laugh. "You did not," he disagreed. "You would just as soon have snapped my neck as you would have looked at me twice."

She made a face as she pulled his t-shirt out of his pants. "Maybe so, but I still thought you were frellable," she agreed.

"Is that your way of saying you thought I was cute?" he asked with a grin.

"Yeah, I guess," she said and unceremoniously stuffed her hand down his pants before looking up at him. "Do I have your attention now?" she asked with a smirk.

He stared into her eyes and swallowed. "Ooh, yeah," he said, his voice suddenly a little hoarse. "Standing at attention," he added.

Her smirk turned into a grin. "You sure you don't want to frell?"

"Who said I didn't?" he countered and wove his fingers into her hair. He leaned in to kiss her deeply.

She broke the kiss first, pulled back a little without releasing him, and smiled. "You still don't believe in happy endings?" she asked.

"Right around now, I'll believe in anything you want," he replied and sighed.

Her grin became a little impish. "That's my boy," she whispered and leaned back in to kiss him back.