Food for Thought:

By: Chygyrl

This is for Guinan and TC who twisted my arm for this.

(Insert the usual stuff here: disclaimer, etc. Pairings are J/A, who else? And if y'all wanna archive it, go ahead)

Ratings: PG-13 ( a little sexual tension is all)

PWP,

John wandered down Moya's corridors towards the mess hall, a slight bounce to his step. He felt good, for some reason. After being hunted, shot at, decapitated and generally disliked for a while now, he wasn't going to question why he felt this way. He had managed to work up an appetite, having tormented Rygel with teasing little hints that he 'might' have something of value after all.

The devil had gotten into him, his Granny would say. He had spent most of the day tormenting Rygel, flirting with Chiana and playing 'Rock, Paper, Scissors' with D'argo. All in all, he thought to himself, a pretty good day. No one had treid to kill him, so he figured he was one step ahead of the game.

He turned the corner to the mess hall and was surprised to see Aeryn there. She was the one person he had managed to miss today. He really didn't think she would appreciate his playful mood, anyway.

She was sitting at the low table, staring at a plate of what looked like crumbled pastry, when he walked in. She watched as he plopped himself down across from her.

"Whatcha eatin'?" He stared at her plate, watching the absent-minded circles she was making with her utensil.

"Chiana made it," she replied, lifting her fork to her lips. A small dollop fell from her fork on it's way to her mouth and landed on her chin.

John slid his hand up to cover a chuckle at the sight she presented. The big, tough-as-nails Peacekeeper dribbled her food. His chuckle grew into a snerk of laughter.

"What's so funny?" Aeryn quirked an eyebrow at him. He pointed to her chin. She reached up to the spot he'd indicated and felt the small dollop on her chin. As she brushed it away, she asked in a challenging tone,"think that's funny, do you?"

She scooped up a bit of the pastry and pulled back on her fork.

John, still chuckling, never saw the missile coming at him. The gooey pastry caught him square in the eye.

"Oh, yeah?" John grabbed a glob with his fingers and flicked it at her, hitting her on the neck. A feral gleam came into her eyes as she brushed away the pastry like it was something offensive.

Quick as a cat, she scooped up a handful of the desert and flung it at him. Without looking to see if she hit her target, she dove over the bench and hunkered down.

"Oh, it's on, now," she heard John growl just before something wet hit the back of her neck. Wiping the goo from her neck, she flung it over the table back at him.

The pastry caught him in the other eye. Blinded for a moment, he didn't see her grab the plate from the table and pull it down. With a fresh batch of amunition, she began a barage of goopy missiles.

John backed away from the table under her onslaught, heading for the larger stash of pastry he had glimpsed on the counter. As Aeryn's barage continued, he made a flying leap over the counter, sweeping the pastry into his hands as he went.

Pastry went flying everywhere as the Peacekeeper and the 'alien' flung the desert with childish abandon. Goopy messes were forming on the walls, the table, the counter. Above it all, the low, throaty laughter of Aeryn could be heard.

Gradually, the amunition became more and more scarce. John gave up his hiding spot and began stalking towards Aeryn's place behind the table. Just as she popped up from behind her saftey zone, he hit her square in the face.

She dropped her handful of pastry and tried to wipe the goo from her eyes. When they were finally clear, she saw John standing directly in front of her, a boyish grin on his face.

"You should laugh more often," he said, softly wiping some of the desert from her cheek. "It brightens the room."

She didn't know what to say to that. The men she had associated with had rarely given her compliments. Those that were given were usually 'nice shot', 'clean kill' or something like that. No one had ever told her she could brighten a room before.

She watched in fascination as John licked the desert he had wiped from her cheek from his fingers. Of their own accord, her own hand reached out to brush a flake of crust from his eyebrow. The flake got caught on the filling that was stuck to her thumb. Unconciously, she began to put her thumb in her mouth.

John caught her hand as it came up to her mouth, eyes locking with hers. He slowly pulled her hand towards him, his tongue reaching out to swipe at the tip of her thumb. Never breaking eye contact with her, he slowly slid her thumb into his mouth, sucking gently on it.

Aeryn moaned low in her throat as she felt desire flow through her. Who knew fingers were so sensitive, or that sucking on them could be so arousing? She gasped when he nip the tip of her thumb with sharp little bites.

"Mmmm," he purred,"Aeryn a la Pastry."

She pulled her thumb from his between his lips and twined her hands around his neck. She slowly dipped her head toward his mouth, but at the last moment, turned her attention to his ear and the bit of goo there.

John thought his knees would buckled when she sucked on his earlobe. She nibbled her way down his jaw, nipping and licking the pastry from him. His hands went to her hips, pulling her tightly against him.

She stopped at the underside of his jaw, pulling away to look him in the eyes. She saw desire burning there, felt an answering call in her belly. For a moment, just one breathless moment, she lost herself in the pure desire she saw there in his eyes.

John wrapped his hands in her hair, strands of it clinging to him like a living creature. He tipped her head back with gentle pressure and swiped his tongue down the column of her throat. She tasted exquiste to him; berry filling, crust and pure Aeryn. He could get drunk off of her alone.

With a tortured growl, he slid his lips up her throat to capture her lips. He traced the seam of her lips with his tongue, begging entrance. When she opened for him, he wasted no time in plundering the sweet recesses.

Her hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closer. Her tongue reached out to twine with his and at the same moment, they both groaned at the taste of the other.

"What the frell happened to the mess hall?"

Instantly, they broke apart. Aeryn looked away form the intruder, licking her lips for every last taste of John. John glanced at the doorway and saw Chiana standing there.

"Hey, Pip." His voice squeaked on the endearment. He casually cleared his throat, praying neither woman had noticed.

"What did you do to my desert?!" Chiana shreiked, staring in horror at the room and goop covered walls. Both John and Aeryn figured now was a good time to leave.

As Chiana dazedly walked around the room, touching bits of crust and wads of filling, John and Aeryn slid out the door. It wasn't until they were halfway down the hall that Aeryn asked John a question.

"What was that we just did?"

"That?" John replied."Oh, come on, Aeryn. I know it's been a while but even you gotta remember kissing."

"No, you dolt. With the food."

"Oh, that," John stopped and looked at her."That was a good old fashioned food fight."

"You fight with your food?" Aeryn returned his gazed, eyebrow cocked in an arrogant manner. "No wonder I can kick your ass."

With that, she turned and headed for her quarters to clean up. John watched her go, a sly grin spreading over her face.

"Yeah," he sniffed," she wants me."