stuck_mynock | RP with Aeryn Sun.

Aeryn went into the bathroom and shutting the door softly behind her, dried her eyes on her shirt. She'd been able to hold it in until she had gotten out of sight. She sighed, rearranged her face and came back out.

"I think I need a lot more alcohol." She said truthfully.

"Drain the whole bottle if you need to. That's all I have though, I'm afraid." Atton said, almost apologetically.

"So, if you don't mind me asking, who was this close person?"

She followed his advice. She had known they would get around to this sooner or later. She flopped back on the bed, exhaling loudly.

"Just someone I knew. A close friend."

She was reluctant to mention more. She was still pretending she didn't have a heart.

"I see." He turned on his side to look at her, looking quite solemn.

"I'm sorry for your loss." He sighed deeply, as if contemplating something completely different and flopped back down onto the bed, lying on his back.

She turned to her side, a bitter laugh erupting.

"Don't say that. If anything it was his loss."

The drink was kicking in again.

"Except you don't really feel that way, do you?"

"What do you think?" She was staring at him avidly now.

"I think that you really cared about them, and that it's hurting you. A lot."

"How can you even tell?"

Her face was made of stone, just like her heart.

She flipped over onto her back, staring at the roof.

"I just can tell," Atton says simply. "You're easy to read. Most people are. And I'm good at reading people. It's one of the things that made me good at my job."

She whispered.

"And what if I did? What if I cared about him."

She turned slightly, a bitter look on her face.

"In the end it doesn't really matter.

"Just a guess, but pretending you're fine is probably not the way to go."

"I heard an ancient story once. It was about a Luxan warrior who was badly injured. He kept up the pretence of health and his enemies were too afraid to attack."

She looked at him, her eyes dark.

"It is said, that if he had stopped, he would have been devoured."

"Cheerful story, reminds me of myself," Atton says casually. "But, contrary to popular belief, Aeryn, I'm not going to devour you. I keep my cannibalistic tendancies repressed, except on special occasions."

"It's just a story." She smiled.

"And since when have you been my enemy."

She grinned a little.

"I'm more likely to devour you."

"I don't think I'd mind that too much." Atton grinned.

Aeryn would have choked on her drink if she hadn't finished it.

She was feeling slightly wicked tonight.

"Really?" She queried with a grin, turning round.

"Yep." He grins, leaning towards her and brushing his lips against hers. Don't mind him, he's as drunk as a skunk, even if it isn't showing right now.

Aeryn leant into the kiss, shaking more than she realised before pulling away.

"Lets just put that down to a moment of drunken craziness shall we?"

She was feeling distinctly drunk herself.

Atton nodded sagely, if slightly unstably.
"Yes. That's it. However, I am a very drunk and crazy person." With that, he leaned in and kissed her again.

He's so, so, going to regret that in the morning.

Aeryn was prepared this time. It was still a huge shock though. She hadn't kissed anyone since...since...Crichton.

Yet here she was betraying his memory and enjoying it.

She pulled away from Atton gently, her hands still resting on his arms.

"What are we doing?"

Her head was becoming more fuzzy with each minute, what with the combination of alcohol and confusion.

"I'm not entirely sure actually," Atton said. "I think it involves drunken crazyness, which isn't so good, and kissing, which is so good. I'm not sure whether it's good or not." One of life's great mysteries, it would seem.

"Yes so it would seem."

She was having enormous trouble not kissing him again.

She had taken infinite care not touch him before and she was feeling slightly unsteady.

Atton nodded sagely.
"Yes, I think we need to try it again, just to get a definitive opinion on it." At which point he kissed her again.

He's so, so, so going to regret that in the morning.

Aeryn knows Atton to well for his own good.

That doesn't stop her kissing him back for several more minutes before stopping again.

"If we don't stop..."

She paused

"You are going to regret it at some point and probably never speak to me again."

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