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Ayla of No People (_ayla_) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-09-05 09:03:00

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ayla, complete, day 14, john crichton

Day 14
Who: Ayla & John
What: Go-Carting!
When: Morning
Where: Cafe- then Go-Carts
Rating: PG, if that
Status: Incomplete

It was another glorious morning outside. Sunlight streamed through what could be classified as a window in the wall of her cave-like room. She was happy when she woke up. She prepared the tea she always made for herself and a different brew for Yvaine. The past several days she'd taken the tea to her so that her leg would heal faster.

But after showering, dressing and heading to Yvaine's room, she found that the star woman's leg was by some miracle completely healed. She examined the leg herself and was astonished. Yvaine explained about Tonks and the magical ability to heal instantly and Ayla wished that she had a similar power.

Leaving Yvaine, she headed down to the cafe for some breakfast. She settled herself in a booth and a golem made of clay walked over to take her order. She ordered some poached eggs, a ham steak and a nutty bread toast with gooseberry jam. She waited patiently for it to arrive, sipping some cold milk and looking around at the other patrons of the restaurant. When it arrived, she smiled and thanked the golem who promptly turned and left her to her breakfast.

She buttered and jellied her toast, taking a bite out of it. She was still astonished at the idea that she didn't have to go find all this food herself. That it was already prepared was even more strange. She was used to having the hunters provide the meat for her, but she always had to prepare it. And she had to gather grains and roots to supplement their meat supply. For it all to be laid out in front of her with no work on her part other than requesting it, was altogether unnatural.

She hummed slightly under her breath as she ate, still watching the other customers in the cafe under the cover of lowered brows. She had been reprimanded many times by Creb not to stare. But staring in the Clan equaled eavesdropping. She was just observing, but she still didn't want to be caught in case these people also thought it was rude. She lifted her gaze to the door when she saw it open from the corner of her eye.

She recognized the broad, dark-haired man and, after swallowing the mouthful of food, she smiled and lifted a hand to wave.

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johnrcrichton00
2008-09-05 11:36 am UTC (link)

John awoke inside his quarters, aboard what looked like the Leviathan, Moya. Tiny song birds had perched on his balcony and, along with a bright ray of sunshine, they made it pretty impossible for the man to roll over and go back to sleep.

“Oh man…birdies from Hell! You’re looking for Giselle’s room! Gi-SELLE!”, he covered his head with the pillow, but it was still a bright, sunny, cheerful morning worth singing…or chirping about.

“UGH”, he tossed the pillow aside and rolled out of bed with his hair pointing in all directions at once, “I’m up! I’m up! Are ya happy now, ya vultures?!”. He immediately went to the coffee maker and started it brewing while he took care of throwing some water on his face and ‘draining the one-eyed monster’.

Returning to his kitchenette to enjoy his coffee, John took his first sip and closed his eyes, “Ahhhhh, there ya go. That’s better”. He walked to the balcony after a few sips and smiled, “Hey, y’know, you little fellas are kinda cute”, turning around to head back he added, “Don’t tell anyone I said that. I have this macho, space adventurer-guy-thing-rep to protect…got it?”.

Finishing up his coffee, he took his time with his morning routine…shower, shave and brush your teeth…and then he flossed…and gargled, “Ahhhh, Minty fresh! Kiss me ladies!!”, he puckered his lips and looked into the mirror, “Mrs. Crichton, your son needs help!”, he chuckled.

After dressing, he strolled down to the café, whistling along the way…those song birds had gotten to him…and opened the door to a waving hand.

“Ayla!”

John was pleasantly surprised to see the incredibly beautiful cavewoman smiling and waving at him. He hadn’t seen her since their planet-forced fishing trip. It looked like she had only started eating, so he hoped he could join her. Walking over to the table, he smiled and asked,

“Mind if I sit with you, Ayla? It’s great to see you again”.

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_ayla_
2008-09-06 12:28 am UTC (link)

Ayla's smile widened when it was apparent John also recognized her. As he made his way toward her, she took the opportunity to look him over. He was as handsome as he had been two weeks earlier when they'd gone fishing with Miguel and Doctor.

She motioned to the bench across from her in the booth. "Of course, please sit, John." She had put her knife and fork down and settled her hands in her lap. Her long legs were folded beneath her on the bench, Indian style. She was dressed in a more casual version of the clothes she'd worn to the Hurricane Party a few days ago. A leather fringed tank top and calf-length leggings.

"It's good to see you again as well. How have you been?" She asked as he sat down across from her. She motioned the golem over to take his order. It was morning, so she assumed he was hungry being that he'd walked into the cafe. Lifting a hand she ran it through the long waist-length blond hair she'd left loose this morning, tucking it behind her ears.

She was happy to be talking to someone she sort of knew already, rather than someone who'd just arrived on the Planet. It had been pleasant to talk to Max at the hurricane party because he hadn't just arrived and they could focus on talking about themselves rather than their predicament.

"It's good to see a familiar face. I seem to have a bad habit of running into the new arrivals." She quirked a smile and looked up as the golem ambled over to stand at the end of the table, waiting for John's order.

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johnrcrichton00
2008-09-06 03:40 pm UTC (link)

John had dressed in black jeans, black boots and a tight black tee shirt this morning. He wasn’t a vain man, but he knew he looked good…as he walked, he threw a bit of a strut into his step, when he knew Ayla was watching him; it was important to him what she thought…and Woooooooooooooo boy! Did she look smokin’ this morning!. He was mesmerized as she ran her fingers through her long golden tresses.

“Ahhhhhh…Well, I’ve had a rather confusing few days, but everything seems to be straightened out…”, he chuckled at what seemed to be a private joke, “…and you seem to be even lovelier than when I first met you…”, he sat down and leaned forward, “…now how is that possible, princess?”.

Looking up at the golem, John greeted, “Hey, big fella! Could you bring me three eggs, sunny side up, three sausage links, three pancakes, an order of hash browns, some orange juice and a cup of coffee black”, he winked, “Thanks, Joe!”.

Turning back to Ayla, John rested his chin on his hand and smiled, “If ya gotta be kidnapped by this crazy planet, I can’t imagine a nicer first sight than you as a greeter, Ayla!”. He realized that he was married and a certain amount of guilt did wedge itself uncomfortably into his chest…but the reality was all too clear…they were stranded here and would be here for the rest of their lives. John still loved Aeryn with all of his heart, but did that mean he couldn’t feel something for anyone else…? Aeryn would probably move on…right?

John’s blue eyes sparkled when he spoke to his beautiful companion, “So, Ayla, what did you have planned for the day?”, he wiggled his eyebrows, “I can free up my busy schedule if you aren’t doing anything special”.

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_ayla_
2008-09-08 11:40 am UTC (link)

Ayla had been forced to learn to read body language. Growing up with the Clan meant that verbal language was of little use. It was one of the reasons she couldn't lie. In the Clan, just by looking at a person's subtle movements, one could tell if they were lying or not. Not only that, but to lie was not even part of her thought process. But, this meant that she could tell when others were lying or hiding something. She could also tell what someone's emotions were, even if their face told a different story.

She could tell from the smile on his face and the way he leaned toward her that John was not only happy to see her, but he was attracted to her as well. This brought a genuinely radiant smile to her face. He was flattering her, but she liked it. Still, she didn't know how to answer the question. However, it had been rhetorical and didn't really require an answer. He was just complimenting her.

She listened to his order, impressed with the amount of food, but knowing that with as big a man as he was, he was probably going to eat it all. When his attention turned to her, she laughed softly. Laughing was something else that she loved to do, but had been frowned upon in the Clan because they were physically incapable of laughing.

She shrugged lightly when he asked what her plans were for the day. "I didn't have anything special in mind. I checked on Yvaine this morning, and she has completely healed, so I don't have any other obligations. What is in your busy schedule, John?" She looked up when the food was brought out for the man across from her and picked up her fork again to continue eating.

"Have you met Yvaine, John? She's a star. I wonder if you ever met when you were traveling among them." Ayla was learning about so many different kinds of people and cultures that it didn't occur to her that these people might not have interacted. And why should she? John traveled among the stars, and Yvaine was a star. It was entirely possible they had run into each other, or been in proximity of each other at one time or another, wasn't it?

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johnrcrichton00
2008-09-09 10:56 am UTC (link)

When his food came, John set in to eating right away…he was starving and being around this incredibly beautiful young woman seemed to not only make him feel like he was about to crawl out of his skin…it increased his appetite too. It wasn’t long before John was holding his mug of black coffee up for a refill and looking into Ayla’s blue eyes.

He smiled when Ayla mentioned this woman, Yvaine. “She’s a star? Ohhh, a star? Maybe she’s an actress, Ayla…like in movies. Have you been to the Entertainment center to see the motion pictures yet? They call the people who act in those pictures ‘stars’. I think maybe that’s what your friend, Yvaine, meant. I traveled in a ship up among the stars in the sky”, he reached across and touched her hand, “I wish I could show you”. Removing his hand before Ayla became too uncomfortable, John took a long drink of the steaming coffee and studied her as if he were making a decision.

Ayla was more than just a very pretty woman; she was so…fresh, so innocent…so untainted by everything. She had none of modern mankind’s negativity or cynicism and her feelings were real…she didn’t play games…it was unbelievably refreshing and surprisingly…exciting to him. There was so much that she had never seen…the world and all it’s wonders…well, this world…was all new. John wanted to be the one to show her…he wanted to see her face…her eyes.

“Ayla, How would you like to go Go-carting with me after we finish here?”, he asked, suddenly inspired, “I promise to take it easy. I’ll drive and you can sit next to me and we’ll take a picnic lunch for later…and then, if you want to, I’ll teach you to drive and you can drive us back! What do ya say?”

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_ayla_
2008-09-09 02:27 pm UTC (link)

Ayla watched him devour his food. Most men she'd come across ate in a similar manner. It amused her and she wondered if all men ate like they wouldn't have a next meal. She tilted her head, furrowed her brow and listened as John explained that Yvaine was probably an actress. She had some idea of what an actress was because the hunters in the Clan acted out their hunting scenes sometimes.

She shook her head to his question about checking out the motion pictures in the entertainment room. "She told me she was a star from the sky, and when she fell she broke her leg. And she shines like a star. It's how I found her the night she arrived. But I suppose she could be this other type of star you speak of, though she didn't talk of acting." She looked down at his hand as it touched hers and then removed more abruptly than she cared for.

"I wish I could see the stars the way you saw them, as well, John." His name was so similar to Jondalar of the Zelandonii that she very nearly called him that. And that would have been embarrassing. She caught herself before she said it, however. She finished her breakfast shortly after he did, although she had begun before him.

Taking a drink of her tea, she lifted a brow. "Go-carting?" She didn't know what that meant. She also didn't know the word "drive". She was confused and her brow wrinkled to express it. "I think I would like to do this go-carting with you, John." She smiled. Even though she didn't know what she was committing herself to, she didn't think John would ask her to do something he thought was dangerous or dull.

She lifted her hand and called the golem over, not only to clear their plates, but to ask him to pack a lunch for them. Shortly afterward, the golem brought back a basket packed with food, complete with a red checkered tablecloth to sit on while they ate. She lifted the lid and peered in as it was set on the table between them. There were baguettes, wine, fried chicken, mashed potatoes and corn on the cobb. It smelled delicious, even though she was no longer hungry.

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johnrcrichton00
2008-09-10 11:48 am UTC (link)

John sipped his coffee while Ayla explained that this Yvaine was actually a star…a celestial body. He knit his brows and looked into Ayla’s lovely eyes, wondering if this person was trying to pull some trick on her. ‘Hmm. If Ayla saw her glowing and found her laying with a broken leg, that’s good enough for me. The planet is sure collecting a wide variety of beings to fill it’s resort.’.

“I’d sure like to meet this Yvaine some time, Ayla”, John related, “I’ve flown around millions of stars but I’ve never actually met one”.

He watched the expressions on her face…her body language…if he was reading her right, she was attracted to him. YES! Her voice was like a soft blanket against his bare skin…he smiled, happy that she agreed to do something with him even though she hadn’t a clue as to what it was.

“Yes…Go-carting! You’ll love it, Ayla!”, John assured her, “It’s fun…you get inside these vehicles…”, he scrunched his brows and looked around, trying to find something to help him explain to her what he was talking about; taking the lids off of two salt shakers and two pepper shakers, John joined each pair together with toothpicks and then placed them on the table, one set in front of the other…then he removed the lid of the sugar dispenser and placed it upside down on top of them…he tore up two pieces of napkin and balled them up and put them in the sugar lid. Pointing at the pieces of napkin, John smiled and looked at Ayla, “See, that’s us and this is the go-cart”, he pointed at the contraption he built, “VROOOOOOOOMMMMM”, he gave it a little push and it rolled across the table to her. Commander John Robert Crichton Jr., an International Aeronautics and Space Administration astronaut, was very proud of the toothpick and shaker-top buggy he made for Ayla. “Of course, the one we ride in will be bigger and go a lot faster…ahem…”, he straightened his back to sit nice and tall, “…but I’ll take good care of you. Never safer than when Crichton’s behind the wheel!”, he winked.

Once the food came, John took the basket in one hand and offered his other hand to Ayla. He hoped he wasn’t being too forward…he didn’t know caveperson etiquette. He only knew he wanted to feel her hand in his own…maybe he was the caveman. “Ready to go, Princess?”, he asked with a big white smile.

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_ayla_
2008-09-10 12:16 pm UTC (link)

"I am sure she would also be pleased to meet you, John. She is very pleasant company." She smiled and thought how wonderful it would be for the man who had flown among the stars for so long to actually meet one face to face. She was pleased that he seemed to believe that the woman was an actual star, as well, rather than this other type of star he was speaking of.

She was fascinated by the building of the vehicle and the demonstration of how it would move. She laughed softly when the vehicle rolled off the edge of the table and fell onto the bench beside her. She picked up the broken model and put the pieces back on the table. "I see. I hope these go-carts do not fall apart or roll off the edges of cliffs the way this one did." She grinned.

She was also pleased that her trust in him was not misplaced as he assured her that he would take care of her and that she was safe with him as a driver. She took his hand as he exited the booth and she was pulled along behind him. "John?" She looked confused as she walked with him toward the garage where the go-carts were kept. "Why do you call me Princess? My name is Ayla." In Ayla's world, there was no royalty. There were leaders and people of status, but no royalty. She didn't know the meaning of the word he used, or why he used it in place of her name. Pet names and nicknames were also quite foreign to her.

They arrived at the garage a short while later and she stood aside while John opened the doors and motored out a go-cart. It was loud and very strange looking although she could see how John's model had compared to it. It had four wheels and something in which to sit. It reminded her very vaguely of a metal Baby, the cavelion she'd raised from a cub. She wondered if it went as fast as he did.

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johnrcrichton00
2008-09-10 01:35 pm UTC (link)

When Ayla teased him about the go-cart model falling off of the edge of the table and tumbling apart, John laughed deeply…it felt good to ribbed by her. He winked at her and promised, “I’m the best driver on land, sea and air, Beautiful!”, he replaced all the shaker tops, “Besides, you’re in no danger…Angels can fly!”.

As they walked out through the building, John’s chest was puffed out just a bit further than usual as he felt her delicate, long-fingered hand holding his…food in one hand, a knockout, sexy girl in the other…oh yeah…Crichton ruled!

John? Why do you call me Princess? My name is Ayla.

He looked at her and smiled. “You are my Princess, Ayla. You rule my heart”. He saw that the word didn’t strike a note with her…ahhh, she didn’t know the word at all. He squeezed her hand and gave her another smile. “Well, a Princess is the daughter of a King and Queen…and a King and Queen are the rulers or chiefs…leaders…of many many people. They are very important and very powerful…”, he started swinging her arm a little, “…Princesses, their daughters, are always beautiful and graceful and sweet and loved by everyone…so, I call you Princess because I like you. It’s called a nickname or endearment. Is that okay?”

When they arrived at the garage, John handed Ayla the picnic basket and went inside to choose a go-cart. He selected a bright red one, opened the doors and hopped in…motoring out next to Ayla.

“You are going to love this!”, he promised excitedly, as he jumped out and relieved her of the basket, which he secured tightly in the small compartment in the back. “My lady…”, he offered his hand to help her into the passenger seat…

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_ayla_
2008-09-11 10:52 am UTC (link)

Ayla was continually confused by his use of nicknames, and the reference to angels. She didn't know what an angel was, much less why it was important that they could fly. But she didn't ask. She figured the more she observed, the more she would understand. And she was a quick learner, she'd had to be in the Clan or risk angering people.

She was glad that she could actually look up to him as they walked. It seemed even in this land, though the men were much taller than they were in the Clan, she still came about even with them or ended up being taller. Not so with John. He was taller than she was, and it made her enormously happy. She didn't feel quite as big and ugly when he was walking next to her.

She looked up to him when he began to explain the nickname he'd given her. She nodded as she began to understand the meaning of the word. The Clan leader, Brun, might have been like a King, then. And his wife, a queen. That would have made Broud a princess. But that didn't seem right. "What is the masculine word for Princess, John?" She raised her gaze to his again and smiled. "Yes, you may call me princess if you like. Would you like me to call you something other than John?"

She took the basket and waited patiently for the car to be motored out of the garage. The door went back down and he left the car idling as he jumped out to take the picnic basket from her and put it in a small compartment in the back of the cart. She took his hand and climbed into the passenger side of the cart and settled in. There were straps and a contraption she wasn't familiar with. But then, the whole thing was unfamiliar to her.

She looked over at John when he climbed in next to her and smiled. She was excited to find out what it was like to ride in the go-cart. It rumbled like Baby did when he was happy, and if it went as fast or faster than Baby, she knew the ride would be exhilerating. "I'm ready!" She clasped her hands on her knees and waited for the car to begin moving.

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johnrcrichton00
2008-09-17 11:44 am UTC (link)

“Ahem…”, leaning across Ayla, trying his best not to touch anything too…female, John buckled her in to her seat, “That’s for safety”, he explained, “…to make sure you don’t fall out when we go faster…”, he pointed and buckled his own, “See…I have one too!””, he glanced over where the shoulder-strap cut between Ayla’s ample breasts, “Umm, if I…you know…kinda touched anything I shouldn’t have, I’m sorry…”, he held his hands up and smiled, “Just bucklin’ you in…not tryin’ anything! I’m a good guy!”. He turned around and started the engine and put his hands on the wheel, “Hands on the wheel”, he winked, “I’ll take it slow until you get used to the motion, okay?”. He turned the wheel and started away from the main complex.

As he motored away from the buildings, he looked at Ayla, her golden hair flying free and a smile on her face, and a warmth came over him. He could feel the rise and fall of his chest…every breath…he was aware of each and every breath…UH OH. He tried to turn his head back around and concentrate on the road…well, there was no road to speak of, but he concentrated on not hitting anything. Shouldn’t I be immune to women? I was married not that long ago…well, technically, I’m still married, even though I’ll never see Aeryn again. Is it possible to feel like this with more than one woman?

John exhaled. “So, that’s 20 miles per hour, Princess. Ready to experience 40?”, he asked with a smile as he eased his foot down on the pedal. He saw some large rocks ahead and he made straight for them, turning just in time to go around them, zigzagging in and around several until he came to a large open flatland area nothing for miles…not trees, no rock outcroppings, no tall grass…it looked like someone’s lawn, but massive. John slowed down and idled for a moment, “Ayla, would you like to learn how to drive?”, he asked, wiggling his eyebrows comically.

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_ayla_
2008-09-17 01:41 pm UTC (link)

Ayla looked down, watching John's hands as he buckled her into the seat. She wasn't sure she liked being restrained like this. She was never restrained on the back of Whinney or Baby. And she didn't think John was trying to cop a cheap feel, either. It was almost clinical, like the way she took care of patients. There was nothing sexual about it. "You didn't." She stated simply to his fumbled apology.

She nodded, waiting for the car to begin movement. It was very different and a smoother ride than when she rode the quadipedal animals she was used to. She found that she didn't have to find the rhythm of the car in order not to be jostled around too much. It was a little bumpy, but still nothing like being bumped around on the back of a horse or cave lion.

She watched the land fly by them. They were only going about 20mph, but that was about the same speed as a slow gallop for Whinney. She nodded when he asked if she was ready to go faster. They were going twice the speed they had before, and she wasn't sure Whinney would be able to keep up, but Baby could. The fully grown cave lion could get up to fifty miles per hour. Her free flowing blond hair whipped around her face and she laughed in delight as they zig zagged around boulders and other obstacles.

It was exhilerating, and to be going that fast this close to the ground. She was used to being on the backs of horses and cave lions almost the same height as horses. She pushed her hair away from her face as they slowed and then idled. She grinned and watched his brows waggle. No one in the Clan did that, and she wasn't sure what it meant, but the rest of his face showed happiness and pleasure.

"I would love to learn to drive, John. Will you teach me?"

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johnrcrichton00
2008-09-24 09:00 pm UTC (link)

John grinned, “I sure will, Princess, but let’s get you out into the middle of that empty space, just to be safe”, he winked, “Hold on, honey”. He pushed his foot down on the pedal and turned the wheel so they spun in a circle before they headed out towards the great expanse, “WooooooHooooo!”, he yelled, as a wake of dust and dirt flew out behind them. At this point, they were going about 80 miles per hour. When they came to a stop, he was tempted to slam on the breaks and wildly fishtail it, but he thought about what he should be teaching Ayla…so he slowly de-accelerated until they came to a stop and he put it in park and jumped out to hurry around to Ayla’s side.

With a big smile, John bent to help unbuckle Ayla and then took her hand to help her out of the idling go-cart, “Come on around here, darlin’, you’re gonna love this!”, he promised , as he escorted her to the driver’s side. Once there, the former astronaut eased her down into the driver’s seat and buckled her in. “Okay Princess, it’s easy...this wheel here steers the go-cart, you turn it the way you want to go…when you turn this wheel, it turns those wheels…”, he pointed to the front wheels of the go-cart. “Now, you don’t use this foot here at all, okay? Just rest it over to the side. With your other foot, you push that pedal to make the go-cart move…the harder you push it, the faster it goes. If you ease off, it will slow down…if you need to slow down faster, you tap the break…that’s this pedal. This pedal is for stopping. Always start easing on the break way before you want to stop…don’t step on it hard when you are going fast…unless you are going to hit something…but…I’ll be with you…redy to go?”

John ran around and jumped in the passenger seat and buckled up. “Houston, she’s ready for lift off! Let’s go, baby!”, he encouraged with a big grin and his fist in the air.

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_ayla_
2008-09-26 11:26 am UTC (link)

Ayla's eyes widened as their speed increased and she clutched the sides of her seat for support. The land was flying by at a rate she was unaccustomed to, but it was wonderful! She had a huge grin plastered to her face, her hair whipping back and behind her to tangle in the wind. She laughed at his obvious delight with how fast they were going and sucked in a breath when they finally came to a stop in the middle of the open field.

As John helped her out of the seat, she stood and felt herself come flush against his body in the moment between stepping out of the car and standing on solid ground. He held her hand and took her around to the driver's side, but she was having a difficult time concentrating on what he was saying to her. And that was totally unlike her. She was always very attentive and paid very close attention to instructions. And honestly, one corner of her active brain was paying attention, but the close proximity of the man had her stomach doing somersaults.

She nodded her blond head, looking down at the petals he was talking about and settling both hands on the wheel. It felt foreign and strange under her touch. Nothing like riding an animal. But she did have some sense of how to control the machine because she had similar unconscious commands she used with Whinney. She laughed at John's enthusiasm, and waited for him to get inside the buggy before she took the vehicle out of park and slowly eased on the gas. She tested out the brake and stopped a little too hard, giving them both a gentle taste of whiplash.

She eased on the gas again and then the brake, a little easier this time and slowly became used to it. She glanced over at John, her blue eyes shining with excitement. "This is fun!" In fact, she couldn't remember when she'd had more fun. Gradually, she began to experiment with the speed, and realized that if she took her foot off the gas pedal that the car would slow on its own and she didn't need to use the brake so much.

Soon, they were whipping around the field at speeds between 20mph and 45mph. She wasn't so sure about going as fast as John had just before she'd been moved to the driver's seat. But finally, she came to a halt and put it in park as she'd seen John do before and looked over at him. "Thank you so much. It was kind of you to bring me out here and show me how to drive." She was being entirely sincere and honest. She wasn't one to beat around the bush or hold anything back.

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johnrcrichton00
2008-10-06 05:21 pm UTC (link)

John held tight and laughed loudly when Ayla experimented with the brakes. He watched in wide-eyed wonder as she quickly and easily gained control of the go-cart in no time fast…he was truly amazed at her learning ability…plus he was majorly crushing on her. He felt like a little boy on an amusement park ride as Ayla drove them around the wide expanse; they both laughed and he felt so totally carefree and alive.

When Ayla thanked him, John actually blushed. Whoa…how long had it been since that had happened…20 years? John was a natural with the ladies…wasn’t he? “You’re thanking me?”, he asked in disbelief, “I should be thanking you for making my day such a treat”, he jumped out and retried the picnic basket from the compartment in the back, “…and the day isn’t near over, Princess!”, he added with a smile.

With basket in hand, he unhooked Ayla and offered her his hand to walk to the perfect spot for a picnic. Coming to a level spot where there was no rocks, no dirt, John stopped, “This looks about right…just flat, smooth grass…”, he set the basket down and took the picnic blanket and spread it out evenly. “Your seat, Mi’Lady…”he offered, taking her hand to lower her to the blanket before placing the basket between them and joining her, “Now, let’s chow down, baby! Who wants some of mama’s home cookin?!”.

He placed a plate in front of Ayla and loaded it up with fried chicken, mashed potatoes, corn on the cob and green beans. Then he took out two plastic cups and opened the wine, “A special toast…to us!”, he toasted once the glasses were full…he plunked his cup against Ayla’s. “Well, dig in, Princess! It looks delicious”.

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_ayla_
2008-10-08 12:07 pm UTC (link)

John made her feel so good. His smile warmed her heart and her insides to a pleasing thrum that made her feel alive. He helped her out of the go-cart and they traipsed across the grassy plain to a place John found suitable for the picnic. When the blanket was laid out, she accepted his help and sat down on one side while he sat down on the other and put the basket between them.

He pulled the food out, arranging it and handing her a plate loaded down with the delicious meal the golems had prepared for them earlier that morning. The sun was high in the sky and indicated that it was now the middle of the day. She found that all the driving and laughing had made her hungry, given her an appetite. She accepted the glass of wine and brought it to her nose, sniffing. Alcohol.

She didn't usually drink it because it made her sleepy and dimwitted. But, she thought a little bit with John probably wouldn't hurt anything. She just wouldn't drive back. As a new driver and having alcohol in her system, it just didn't seem like a good idea. When he held the glass out, she looked at it for a minute before she mimicked him and he plunked his glass against hers. She wasn't sure why he'd done that, but then he spoke about a toast. To them. She furrowed her brows in confusion.

"Do we have toast as well?" She leaned forward and peeked into the basket as she settled the glass between her legs so it wouldn't tip over and spill. She had mistakenly assumed that the toast he spoke of was the hardened bread they sometimes served at the cafe. She looked down at the plate of food on her lap and nodded. It did indeed look delicious.

She picked up a chicken leg and took a bite. She grinned. It reminded her of the ptarmigen that Creb liked so much, cooked in a pit until the meat was fall-off-the-bone moist. The way the skin was battered and deep fried was also delicious and not something she would have thought of to do back in the Valley. It was wonderful.

"Do you miss your home very much, John?" She asked, the idea of Creb and the ptarmigan having sent her on the path to remembering her own world and missing it just a little bit.

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johnrcrichton00
2008-10-09 08:57 am UTC (link)

The sun overhead played through Ayla’s hair giving it the appearance of spun gold…she never looked more like an angel…and John was mesmerized. He wondered if her beauty was truly appreciated by the men of her own time or if the just pulled her around by that lovely hair…he grinned at himself for thinking such a silly thing.

John drank a small sip of the wine and then almost spit it out, “Toast? Oh, no…no, baby, we don’t have any toast to eat”, he soothed, thinking Ayla must just be the most adorable woman ever, “…ummm…this kind of toast means to honor someone or bless someone with words. So, I blessed and honored us…you and me…Ayla and John!”, he plinked his glass against hers again and chuckled.

He watched her bite into the chicken leg and wondered at how she even looked beautiful doing that…then shook it off and selected a breast and took a bite himself. “Mmmmm…This is good, isn’t it?”, he exclaimed with a cheek full of white meat. Several easy minutes were spent in silence as they ate. John polished off one chicken breast and then an ear of corn and then another chicken breast, noting there were four in the basket.

When asked if he missed his home, the former astronaut wiped his mouth and hands and rested his arms on his knees, “Well, you know, Ayla, I’ve lost my home twice now. When I first went into space in my ship, I got taken away from my first home, Earth, and I missed it very much. Then, knowing I couldn’t go back, I made a new life in the place I was taken to and I was happy there and then I was taken away…and at first I missed it really bad…”, he looked down at the ground, “…still do at night sometimes”. After a pause, John looked up and smiled at the lovely cave woman, “Now, I am beginning to be happy here. I know this is going to be my new home and there are people here I like…”, he reached out and tapped her nose with his forefinger, “…and some people I like a LOT”. He reached in and pulled out some individually wrapped slices of apple pie, “Now, for dessert! I just wish I had some vanilla ice cream to give you, Princess!”. He handed her a slice and then got himself one and took a big bite, “Mmmm Mmmmm, Mama Planet’s deep dish apple pie! That’s good eatin’!”.

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_ayla_
2008-10-14 11:13 am UTC (link)

Ayla smiled as he explained the toast. "Oh." She laughed softly at her own misunderstanding. She plinked her glass with his when he did it for a second time. She ate with relish, finishing their meal before he brought out the slices of individually wrapped apple pie. She listened quietly while he answered her question.

She nodded. "I have also lost my home twice. First, when the Clan made me leave, and second when I was brought here from the Valley of Horses. I was very sad when I had to leave the Clan and Durc, but then I had Whinney and Baby in the Valley to keep me company and then Jondalar came. I wasn't so lonely then. But then I was brought here. There is so much different here. I like the people, too. I really like you, John." She smiled at him and laughed softly when he touched her nose.

She unwrapped her pie and began to eat it with her fingers, breaking off pieces and putting them in her mouth. She was pleasantly delighted with the dessert. It was a different way to eat apples, but it was delicious. She looked up and giggled at a little crumb clinging to John's lip. She pointed to it, but when he didn't seem to get it, she reached forward and moved the crumb from his lip into his mouth with her finger.

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johnrcrichton00
2008-10-17 11:31 am UTC (link)

John felt a deep warmth in his chest when Ayla said that she really liked him…that warmth slowly spread throughout his body. He watched her eat the pie and couldn’t help himself when he wished that it was him that was licking the pie from her fingers instead of herself.

Taking a deep breath and readjusting his sitting position, John noted, “When you said Jondalar’s name, it sounded like he was very special to you. He was a very lucky man to have found you, Ayla”.

Ayla was giggling at him. Oh…he had pie on his mouth. Way to go, Crichton! That’s a turn on! She should be swooning any time now!. Taking a napkin, he wiped over the side of his mouth. Man, guess that crushed any romantic mood a picnic…whoa…wait!. Ayla reached forward and pushed the pie crumb across his lower lip and into his mouth with her finger, letting her finger pause for just long enough to get John completely horned up…Yep, that’s a genuine scientific term. Quickly taking her hand, he held it there, gently, while he licked it clean of pie. “Mmmmm, I think you taste even sweeter than the pie, Princess”, he purred.

Still holding her hand, John looked into her amazingly blue eyes and asked, “Would you mind if I kissed you, Ayla? Because I would really love to do that…unless you don’t want me to…”, he squeezed her hand gently, “…if you want to be just friends, I will honor that, baby, and we will still do lots of things together…but, when I look at you, I want to kiss you and touch you, so if you feel like that too, I’d kinda like to know before I explode or something”, he grinned and winked.

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_ayla_
2008-10-23 11:34 am UTC (link)

"Jondalar was special, John. He was the first man I knew that looked like me. One of the Others. Up until I found him and his brother, I had never seen a man who was not of the Clan." She tilted her head slightly and smiled when he took her hand and held it to his lips, licking her finger clean of the crumb she'd pushed into his mouth. She felt a tug in her belly and she laughed softly when he said she tasted good.

She ducked her head, flushing gently and grinned broadly. She lifted it, however, and her blue eyes widened when he asked if he could kiss her. She nodded. "I like the mouth on mouth, kiss." She moved the basket and crawled across the blanket to rest on her knees in front of him.

She felt a thrill at the prospect of his kiss, and the thrumm in her belly warmed her even under the heat of the sun. She watched his face, saw the worry that wrinkled his forhead and reached her hand up to smooth them away. "I want you to kiss me, John." Her hand moved from his forhead down the side of his face to curl around the back of his neck. She lowered her lips to his and felt instant electricity raise gooseflesh on her skin. She shivered with the thrill and deepened it, pressing herself closer to him in the meantime.

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johnrcrichton00
2008-10-24 11:13 am UTC (link)

When Ayla said that she wanted him to kiss her, John’s heart beat tripled…and when she slid across the blanket and touched him, his adrenaline level must have been off of the charts. He slid an arm around her waist and cupped her face gently with his free hand. Her skin was so soft to the touch, he hoped his calloused hands didn’t hurt her, “You’re so beautiful”, he complimented her softly, before pressing his lips to hers.

John’s lips lingered but a moment at first, only tasting Ayla’s full, pink lips, then he pulled back slightly and let their noses rub together as they looked into each other’s eyes. “Mmmmmm”, he moaned appreciatively, before returning his lips to hers for another, longer kiss…tasting longer, as if she were a particularly succulent piece of rare fruit. He pulled her tighter against him and ran his fingers through her, long, blonde hair…his skin was becoming very warm…

Ayla’s lips were full and moist as John’s tongue probed between them, tentatively at first, looking for entrance. He wanted her so bad, he felt like he could devour her, but he contained himself…treating her gently…she was so lovely, so soft…so much a woman. John’s tongue rolled gently in her mouth, lovingly, teasingly hinting at the sex act that could possibly follow. He broke the kiss to nibble and kiss along her neck and up to her earlobe and then returned to her lips once more.

John wanted her so bad, but he wouldn’t push it…he would take things at her pace. He wasn’t sure what kind of experience Ayla had. He did know one thing, “Princess, I’m burning up, do you mind if I take my shirt off?”.

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_ayla_
2008-10-27 11:21 am UTC (link)

Ayla's own hands were calloused as well, evidence of the hard life she'd led in the Valley before the Planet had seen fit to bring her here. She wouldn't have noticed the callouses on John's hands even if they had been an inch thick. She smiled at his compliment, feeling a flush touch her cheeks. She still struggled with the idea that someone might think her pretty after all the years she spent feeling ugly next to the Clan's women. "You are beautiful, too, John." She returned the compliment, unabashed and honest.

He pulled her against him and she found that she very much enjoyed feeling her body flush with his. Kneeling in front of him and leaning over was becoming a little uncomfortable, though. To remedy the situation, she lifted one of her knees and threw it over his legs so that she now stradled his lap and could wrap her arms around his neck. His fingers drifting through her hair again rose gooseflesh on her skin. She sighed softly during a rare moment when their lips parted.

The kiss deepened, and she felt a pang of familiarity. Jondalar had taught her to kiss, and she had discovered after the strange intrusion of his tongue, that she very much enjoyed it. Enthusiatically, she returned his kiss now. When he broke it to nibble along her neck, she sighed softly and closed her eyes, tilting her head to give him better access. It was not long after that his lips returned to hers and she tightened her hold on his neck.

He pulled back and she worried for a moment that she was displeasing him, but she saw from his face that he was merely uncomfortable in his clothes. She smiled and shook her head. No, she didn't mind if he took his shirt off. In fact, she was feeling quite warm herself. And, with an innocent lack of modesty, she removed her own tunic at the same time. She had a band around her breasts, holding them against her chest the way she'd fashioned when she went hunting, and she untied this as well.

She folded them and set them aside and then looked back to John and his bared chest. Her eyes traveled over the chiseled planes of his muscles and her finger traced along the curves and distinct lines there. Her hands stopped roaming his chest to slide up to his shoulders. She wanted more of the mouth-on-mouth, and pulled herself closer to him, her breasts and sensitive nipples raking his chest as she pressed herself against the hardness of it. Her arms slid easily around his neck and she began a series of her own taunting kisses around his earlobe and along his jawline before she finally gave in and returned her mouth to his.

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johnrcrichton00
2008-10-29 11:06 am UTC (link)

John had been telling the truth when he said he was burning up…Ayla had him extremely ‘hot and bothered’. When she shook her head No indicating that she didn’t mind him removing his shirt, he immediately pulled it up over his head and tossed it to the side, releasing a sigh of pleasure when the air touched his skin.

John Crichton was a good man and definitely a decent man…he wasn’t what you would call a manipulator, but he had to admit that, while he did remove his shirt because he was hot, he had hopes that his naked torso might inspire Ayla to want to do more than kiss and to eventually join him in removing an article or two of clothing…but, he never dreamed that she would do it now! He watched her remove her top and the band around her breasts and he momentarily flashed back to that day on the fishing trip…he hadn’t been this close to her and, on that day, he tried to mostly avert his eyes. No way he was looking away now…now, it was okay to look…it was his duty as a man to look! Good God she was beautiful!

When Ayla’s finger traveled across his chest, John’s arms encircled her and his fingertips lightly traced lines up and down her back and then little circles on her shoulderblades. The sensation of her erect nipples against his chest drew a low, playful growl out of John…and Ayla’s kisses around his earlobes and jaw had his bodyheat rising, “Oh, Princess, you are a devil woman!”, he teased, “You have no idea how sexy you are, do you?”. He pressed deeply into the kiss, one arm wrapped around her…his free hand gently cupping Ayla’s ample breast; he caressed the sensitive underside and then brushed the already erect nipple with his thumb…he caught the pinkened nipple between his thumb and forefinger and gently pulled and twisted at it, stopping a bit to knead the whole breast with his large hand.

Holding Ayla firmly, John lowered her to the blanket and broke the kiss for a moment, brushing the hair from her eyes, “How does this feel, baby? I thought it would be more comfortable”, his hand stroked her cheek, “…whatever you say goes, okay, Princess?”.

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_ayla_
2008-11-03 10:35 am UTC (link)

Rough fingers against her sensitive nipple sent a jolt of heat to her core and she gasped softly. Her head tipped back away from the kiss and her eyes rolled shut. She was a very sexual person, and since coming to the Planet she hadn't had sex nearly enough for her tastes. Her belly filled with fire and she moaned appreciatively.

She felt him lower her to the blanket and brush hair from her eyes. She smiled up at him, her lips slightly pink and swollen from their kissing. She nodded. "It is more comfortable." If she were on a mattress full of down feathers she wouldn't have been more comfortable. On a blanket on a rolling hill of green grass underneath this most impressive specimen of a man, she was quite comfortable. Of course, this was the woman who slept on the ground, too. There wasn't much that wasn't comfortable to her.

Her arms went around his neck and she pulled him down to her. She loved the feel of a man's weight on her frame. Her arms went around his neck and her fingers traveled into his hair as she pulled his lips down to hers. Her tongue moved past his lips and teeth to touch his own tongue and rub it sensually, teasing and dancing as her hands moved from his head down his back to his hips.

She wanted him, more than she'd wanted any man. He was sweet and kind, and so handsome. He treated her with the utmost of care and she liked that. After being ridiculed and talked down to by the men and some of the women of the Clan, it was a pleasant change. She gripped his hips and pulled them down against her own. But her hands could not seem to get enough of him. They moved from his hips to roam up his back and along his sides. She felt the ripple of muscles beneath her palms and relished the feel of this awe inspiring man who saw fit to grace her with some of his infinite affection.

"John, my legs are hot." She gave him a coy smile, taking a moment to break their kiss to speak to him. Her hands moved back to cup his face in her hands. "I would like to remove my pants as well. Is that alright?" Reaching down between them, she untied the thong that held her pants together and pushed them down past her hips. She was not wearing underwear, they didn't have such things in her time. Once they were down near her knees, she kicked them off fairly easily and found herself completely naked underneath John's masculine form.

She smiled again. "That's better." She had a patch of downy blond curls at the convex of her suntanned thighs. Small, barely noticable, stretch marks on her stomach from childbirth were lighter in color than the rest of her skin. Her round, full breasts were still perky, even after she'd nursed Durc. Her hips flared away from her small waist to join long slender (albeit muscular) legs. She was only seventeen, but she was all woman.

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johnrcrichton00
2008-11-04 06:15 pm UTC (link)

Ayla was the kind of woman that John always dreamed about…she was his fantasy girl…the one he imagined being with ever since he snuck a peek at his first girlie magazine. He looked at her now in wonder, “How did I ever live without you?”, he sighed, before he went back to kissing her deeply. The teenage boy inside him danced like a fool.

John felt like he couldn’t kiss her hard enough or get close enough to her, he wanted this woman so very bad…he was becoming very uncomfortable in his pants.

Kissing down Ayla’s neck, he worked his way over to one of her ample breasts, so full, yet so pert; his large blue eyes looked up into hers as he circled the erect nipple with his tongue and then captured the excited bud in his teeth. “Mmmmmm”, he moaned, she tasted so good and smelled so delicious. John felt like his skin was going to melt from his body…and that was when…

"John, my legs are hot."

When she asked if it was alright to remove her pants, John was so stunned, all he could do was stare and grunt, “Uh huh”. He watched her strip and was unaware that his mouth was hanging open. Once Ayla spoke and shook him out of his trance, he closed his mouth and ran his hand up her side and along her hip, “Oh, baby! You are so hot!”, he growled, “And when I say hot”, he kissed her nose, her lips her chin, “I mean very sexy!”. His hand moved to the inside of her thigh…God I’m about to bust…he let his fingertips lightly trail through the soft thatch of blonde hair covering her womanhood. He could feel the heat rising all through his body and he honestly felt like he was going to bust out of his pants.

“Ummm, Princess, how would you feel about me taking my pants off?”.

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_ayla_
2008-11-04 07:29 pm UTC (link)

She arched her back as he kissed his way down her neck to her breast. She gasped and then moaned appreciatively as he captured her nipple in his mouth. Her question apparently startled him, however, because he stared at her slack jawed. She stared back for a moment, an amused smile playing over her lips.

After shedding her pants and watching John's appreciative reaction, feeling the kisses to her face, she felt his hand drift up her inner thigh. "Mmmm." She murmured and spread her legs, giving him better access. Her flesh again erupted with hundreds of little goosebumps when his fingers drifted through her pubic hair. She felt moisture spring to the folds between her legs and she squirmed beneath him.

She didn't exactly understand the words he used sexy and hot, at least the not in the context he was using them. But, she did understand that he liked her body, and judging from the bulge she felt against her leg, he wanted to make pleasures with her.

She looked at him innocently when he asked her what she thought about him removing his own pants. She appeared to think about it for a moment. She was clearly teasing him, and after a moment she reached between them and fumbled with the fastening of his pants. "Would you like me to help you?"

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johnrcrichton00
2008-11-07 11:18 am UTC (link)

Ayla’s hands went down to his pants and unfastened the button at the waist…if it was remotely possible, he grew even harder than before…as a matter of fact, John wondered if he had ever been so hard; he felt like the skin on his engorged shaft had been stretched to the point of splitting wide open! He had to get these pants off!!

John’s mind quickly flashed back to the days of his youth…his teens and college days when he couldn’t wait to ‘unleash the beast’. His buddies had nicknames for him then “Moby Dick” and “Long John Silver”…not to mention the horse, donkey and elephant noises they would make whenever he passed by with a girl. It was all a big joke then and John was, like any teen, proud of his ‘gift; he was endowed with not just an above average penis…he had a porn star penis…10 ½ inches, he had measured and proudly bragged to his buddies. Back then it scared some girls and some it hurt when he entered them, partly because of his size and partly his inexperience. As a teen and college student, he was nonchalant about it all…

Now he was with Ayla and he cared and he was not that silly boy anymore. His boots and socks were quickly removed and his pants followed shortly after. John Crichton was a 35 year old man in prime condition…his body was all muscle from constant activity and regular workouts; his broad chest was covered with a medium amount of light brown hair as was his six pack abs…this led down to a dense bush of dark brown pubic hair from which protruded a very long, thick shaft, crowned by a massive, dark rose-colored head.

John looked down at his oversized manhood and actually blushed as he looked back up at Ayla, “Princess…Baby, I don’t want to hurt you…we can do whatever you want…you know?”, he hinted, “I ummm…don’t have to…you know…put it in you if you don’t want me to”. He was trying to be chivalrous and he was sounding foolish…and now clear droplets of precum were issuing forth from his throbbing member…soon it would be running. He couldn’t remember wanting anyone more.

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_ayla_
2008-11-18 12:38 pm UTC (link)

Ayla was delighted with John's enthusiasm to get his clothes off. As she was laying there completely nude herself, it was only fair. She smiled shyly at him and glanced down. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in his manhood. It was certainly impressive. But it didn't frighten her. She was used to being raped, and she had experience with larger members. Jondalar had been afraid of hurting her, too.

She turned her impossibly large blue eyes back up to his face and she smiled as she put both of her hands to his jaw. "You are a very sweet man. I appreciate you being delicate with me, but you aren't going to hurt me." She leaned up to kiss him lightly before one of her hands strayed down the light sprinkling of hair on his chest to the engorged shaft that lay against her thigh. Her small hand grasped it, though she couldn't make her fingers touch with the circumfrence of it as large as it was.

Touching it, understanding how excited he was to be with her made her that much more excited herself. She could feel the dampness between her own legs and knew she was ready for him. After a few pumps of her hand on the straining cock, she guided him toward her core, the deep heat of the well that awaited him. She spread her legs to accommodate his hips and arched her back, pressing herself against the bulbous head of his penis.

She gasped in delight as contact was made. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she might have looked to be in agony were it not for the smile spread from ear to ear. "Oh John. Oh John. Oh John." She repeated his name over again in anticipation. "I want you to fill me." And she did, more than anything. She wanted to feel him bottom out, slam their hips together as he stuffed her to the hilt. Her nipples contracted to hard little nubs that were almost painful.

Her core pulsed slightly and she sighed, her eyes opening to gaze at him. "Please?" She had one hand grasping a fistful of blanket, the other still held lightly to his cock. But she soon let go, hoping he would fulfill her only desire at the moment, to be filled by this lovely man holding himself above her. She leaned up to kiss him once more, and it was filled with longing, passion and a fire for him alone.

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