Rising Sun

Title: Rising Sun
Author: Christina A.
Fandom: Farscape
Pairing: John/Emily (OFC)
Characters: John and Emily Crichton
Category: Gen, AU, Light
Warning: None
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own John or the concept of Farscape. O’Bannon and Henson have that honor. I did, however, create Emily.
Author’s Note: This takes place before the Farscape mission.

Summary: John is a certifiable genius, and he gets to prove it. This is story 1 in a series.

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Rising Sun
by Christina

The sun shone through the window hitting the occupants of the bed directly in the face. The male occupant merely rolled over burying his face in his wife’s neck. Problem solved. No blaring light in his eyes and only the sweet smell of her hair and skin filled his nostrils. It was the perfect solution for him and he smiled at himself. He was an absolute genius, and this verified it.

The female, however, didn’t agree. In fact, she was growing rather annoyed with the sun’s insistence on shining in her face. She reached back and gave the body pressed against hers a gentle push. When her only response was a muffled, yet happy groan, she pushed again. This time a bit harder.

He could live with the movement her touch created. Of course, if she kept it up, she may awaken other things. And though morning sex wasn’t a routine, he was always eager to try something out of the ordinary for them… to walk on the wild side. He wrapped his arm more tightly around her small waist, purposely ignoring her unrelenting touches.

“Dammit, John,” Emily said, giving him another hard push. “Just get up and close the curtains.” This kept up though and she’d be fully awake. If that happened, he was going to pay dearly. They didn’t take days off very often. When they did, she liked to sleep until at least 8 o’clock. She wasn’t asking for much, just two more hours huddled under the warm covers. She didn’t even mind the hold he had on her. All she wanted to do was close her eyes and sleep. It was all she asked for. When he didn’t move, she shoved again. “Joooooooooooooooooohn.”

He chuckled at that. She was oftentimes rather whiney in the morning. He found it rather endearing. He also couldn’t help but tease her. It was his nature. And after all, she walked into these moments of so very easily. “What?” he mock-grumbled, not moving from his position. In fact, he pressed even more closely to her. “Emily, it’s early.”

“I KNOW,” she said in exasperation. “And YOU left the curtains open last night and now the sun is shining in MY eyes. Get up and close them.”

“Nope,” he replied, placing a soft kiss on her shoulder. “Comfy right where I am.”

“But I’m NOT,” she whined again, giving him another push. “Besides, you’re closer to the window.”

He opened first one eye and then groaned for real as he had to move his head to open the second. “Turn over,” he said softly, releasing his grasp just enough so that she could spin around. Ever so carefully, he tucked her head between the pillow and his neck. Of course, he’d just lost his comfy position and given it to her, but that’s what it was about after all. He took her pillow and placed it over his head, effectively blocking the sun out of his eyes. Oh yes, a certifiable genius. “Now, go back to sleep, Baby.”

She snuggled in, wrapping her arm around his waist. Her eyes drifted closed and she smiled happily. No sun in her eyes, an early morning cuddle with her husband, and no pressing need for either of them to get out of the bed. Oh yes, he was a genius, but she wasn’t going to tell him that. Oh no! It wouldn’t do to let John Crichton know he was a genius.

But he was… and she loved him dearly for it.

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