"You tell me...how does it feel to you?" Chiana's skin was slick from the oil. She used the lack of traction, to slip and slide all over his body. Their body heat increasing by degrees. She kissed his body from the core of her feminity.
"Is it as good as you believed?"

"Are you serious? John could barely form a coherent thought. His mind was turning to mush. He began to mumble without reserve. His hips arched off the bed, near to thrashing. "You want me to talk...dirty?"

"That's right, I want to hear all of it." She found a particularly sensitive spot on his dimpled hip. Slowly, she ground her hips in a circular motion, her eyes opening & closing, as she let the feeling wash over her. "Mmmm...see how good that feels?" She waited for John to nod his head in affirmation. "It's all yours baby."

"Come on honey." John winced from the delicious pain. "Don't make me beg...aaah."

Chiana grinned, enjoying her power over him. She leaned down, whispering in his ear. "Start with the first time you ever wanted to...me."

She moved down lower, cupping her breasts so that she could stimulate him. He reached his tongue out, trying to taste her as she slipped away from his reach. "Tell it to me slow..."

John winced from her teasing, feeling as though he could rip the chains from the wall. "I have so much to say, but right now I need to feel you. Please?"

"Oooh, you're making me blush." Chiana brushed her hair across his abdomen, as she continued to alternate between licks, and brushes of her hair. "Don't cry John. Just tell me how much you wanted me."

He swallows, his mouth thirsty for the wine of her lips.

"Come on now..." She raises her head, then laces her fingers together, leaving a small opening for a just right, tight fit. She slips the woven fingers over him, sliding her hands back and forth, maintaining the tight sensation.

Meanwhile, John struggles to comply. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm."

~*~
You're here
I'm pleased
I really dig your company

Your style, your smile, your peace mentality

Lord....have mercy on me
I was blind, now I can see
what a king supposed to be
Baby, I feel free
come on and go with me
~*~
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Song: "A Long Walk", Jill Scott & Andre Harris,
from the cd "Who is Jill Scott?"

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Nhfearme
2/12/01
Krestan Dreams
IC:

Mokan finished her Tea and Batter. She walks again to Krestan's door. He opens it. His family is eating breakfast inside.

"How was your watch?" Krestan asks her.

"Quiet." She answers smiling.

She glances at Krestan's family as they eat. His mother and father bob their heads to her in recognition. His younger sister Markan eats without acknowledgement. She finishes and takes her dishes, rinses them and runs out the door past them.

Krestan reaches for a package. "I will be out a few arns mother." He says and walks out the door with Mokan. She looks up at him. he is taller than most of her race a good head taller than she. His skin dark from his work near the sea. His eyes flash a haunting dark gold. They reflect her image. His love for her.

As they walk quietly together Krestan reaches and takes her hand. "I see that your heritage is nearly complete." He says. "Only your mother and father need to be recorded." He says trying not to show his entheusiasm.

Mokan glances at his. "When did your family finish yours?" She says, knowing they must have last night while she was on watch.

"My mother finished the tattooing just after supper. After you left." He swallows. "Soon we will be able to go to temple."

He smiles and squeezes her hand, bringing her palm up to his mouth and kissing it. He turns his face to her, waiting for her reaction.

"We have not gone to temple yet Krestan. What would our mothers say if they saw you do that?"

"They would smile and know that I love you as I have since we were children." He stops walking, lays down his package and picks her up, embracing her. "I hope the whole village knows!" He laughs.

Mokan blushes and laughs. "Now put me down Krestan!" She smiles. "Tell me again why you love me so." She holds his hand and looks up to him.

"When I first saw you, you were running. When you fell and hurt your leg you did not cry but wrapped it, got up and continued running again. That old Scarran never caught you. You ran up and hid in a tree." Krestan tells her. "I watched from across the river until he left then came and met you there. You had trouble getting down from the tree."

Mokan smiles and looks up at him. "Perhaps I may let you kiss me once." She tells him.

Krestan leans over and kisses her gently on her lips. His hand touches her cheek. She sighs. Suddenly they hear a door open. The villiage is waking. He picks up his package and they continue walking to her door.

"Thank you for bringing me home sweet Krestan. I count the days that we may go to temple." She says and allows him to kiss her again. She stands at the door watching him as he goes to the sea to work.

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The barrier between pain and pleasure has been broken. The intense heat is all at once insanely delicious and just there. Just where John starts screaming. "I can't stand it! Oh God!" He gasps.

"Not until you tell me." Chiana says, taunting.

John's mind is a blank. But the words she used. 'The first time.' It triggers something in his subconscious. When she first walked onboard and into her cell. That look she gave him. She was only a girl, but it effected him; drew him into her world. Later when he had her pinned to the floor in the business of saving their lives; the sensation was there. If only she were a bit older.

"When you first came on Moya." He shouts. "When I had you pinned to the deck!" he gasps. "Please, Chiana. I can't take anymore!"

"Mmmmm. You have been a bad boy thinking of me all this time." She coos. "Alright I'll give you what you want. Though you really don't deserve it."

She lowers herself onto him slowly. Such extreme sensation of pleasure ripples through him giving release. He feels he is finished until he feels it again flushing through his entire body. Then again! His eyes roll up into his head as he gasps in ecstasy from her movements.

Chiana can finally feel the heat from John as he throbs and sighs into her. She is suddenly in her own world of pleasure where she has all control and John has none. It raises her passion to the extreme. Such desire! She looses herself to him in this feeling. She strikes against him with abandon.

Time passes. They are in such bliss nothing else exists but this gnawing hungry love between them. She cannot stop. Her voice is raw from screaming with pleasure.

Exhausted, she collapses on him, unable to move even to remove her hand from being pinned under her. They lie together drenched in sweat. John is still pulsing with pleasure as they gasp for breath.

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"Sir?" Jake says.

"Yes, Officer Crichton." Setig answers.

"Mokan has her Trades Ship landed in a repair lot, right?" Jake asks.

"At her last report, Officer." Setig answers.

"Is it possible she moved to another lot when Captain Shelan was inter, entaraa. when the Peacekeepers asked him questions." Jake asks.

"Yes Officer. " Setig answers. "As you say Master Jake." Setig says somewhat excitedly.

"Just Jake, Setig." Jake corrects him.

"Yes, Officer Crichton." Setig says as he studies his planetary maps.

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John and Chiana still lay in her quarters, exhausted. John is still chained to the wall.

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DeSaintPhalle
2/14/01
Setig's Patrol
IC:

"Um, babe?" Crichton pulled at his chains involuntarily as he tried to turn on his side.

"Whaaaat? Shhh...go back to sleep Crichton." Groggy and lifeless, Chiana felt as though her bones had melted. Desperately in need of water, she found it hard to form syllables after screaming all night.

"I think my ass is wearing a permanent groove into your bed. " John tried to downplay his real need to be unchained, and fast. "Chiana, you listening to me?
Are you gonna bust me outta here soon?"

Rolling off the bed and onto the floor, Chiana crawled over to the dresser, blindly
searching for the key. "Just a microt, I'm sure they're here somewhere."

"Uh oh." Sucking in his breath, Crichton rolled his eyes in frustration. "Don't tell me you can't find the FRELLING key!"

"Don't get your knickers all in a twist. Hold still, I'll find it soon." Chiana stumbled from the room. "Let me check Mokan's quarters. She borrowed the chains last."

"Uhhhhh, I don't want to know. Too much information Chiana."

Leering at him from the doorway, she teased him mercilessly. "Mokan says that during the Jaboan mating ceremony, the male proves his love for his female by
breaking the chains of bachelorhood all on his own. It's a very beautiful symbolic act."

"Find. The. KEY. Chiana!"

"I'm going, I'm going. Ha, ha!" She scurried off down the hall.

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Pulling and straining at the chains, John felt an urgent need to be free of them. "C'mon Crichton, what would McGuyver do in this situation?"

As he continued to pull, he noticed that the spike attached to the wall was beginning to loosen. "I bet if I pull on this..." He yanked, and swiveled his wrist until, "aaghhh....there ya go!" Finally he was free. His wrists were a bit sore, and the chains were still on, but he was no longer attached to the wall.

"Honey, you hold on, okay? I'm sure the key must be here somewhere!" Chiana shouted from the down the hall as she approached her bedroom door, sifting through a basket of handcuffs, and other ironware.

Hopping off the bed, John hid behind the door, wanting to take her by surprise.

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Nhfearme
2/14/01
Krestan Dreams
IC:

Mokan continues her beautiful dream of Krestan:

The long cycles of waiting are ended. Mokan and Krestan enter the ship. Their parents accompany them. They journey with other's who have been prepared to declare their age in seeking a mate. The ship powers up and blasts off world toward the Jaboan homeworld.

Krestan and Mokan sit together. It is not the custom to show their affection at this time. They restrain from holding hands, occasionally glancing at eachother, smiling. Nearly a days journey finds them napping on eachother's shoulders.

Other ships circle Jaboa to land. The tribes gather once again to the temple of the Semet (eye) of Amona (the panther goddess).

The young men leave the ships and gather in the temple courtyard. They have fasted for this day where they will meditate in dance to tell the tribe's future. The men of each tribe in turn make a circle and begin to spin to the music the women make with drum, lute, sheilklyn and voice.

Their tribe is not to be the first. Krestan fills a plate with food for Mokan and feeds her, smiling. They watch the young men whirl in the courtyard. Their golden tastles lift from their sides as they spin.

Krestan and Mokan begin walking. Once a cycle they return here. The beauty of their world must be savored until they return again.

Some ships still circle, keeping watch. The rest remain on the planet for a quick escape. This is the day they have longed for but fear still haunts them. They watch the skies.

The date of their festival must always be secret, always be feared. This is the time other races seek them. Their many enemies hate them, for no reason except that perhaps they make good slaves. Hard workers requiring little food or sleep.

Krestan and Mokan walk on the scarred planet. Their civilization long lost to them, overgrown with fields of grass and trees. Still it is beautiful, like a welcome home to them that it is unchanged. No other race has possessed it. It remains for them. They long for the day they may become strong as a people and reclaim it.

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D'Argo leaves Mokan to check on her prisoner.

He opens Comms. "Stark."

"Yes D'Argo." Stark answers.

"Assist me with Mokan's prisoner."

"Yes D'Argo, I'll be right there."

D'Argo closes Comms. He stands outside of the bars and peers in. Phillip sits uncomfortably on the edge of the bed, waiting.

"I want to thank you for saving me from Crichton." Phillip says as he gets up and walks to the bars.

"If it were any other time I would have allowed it. He is justified in seeking your death." D'Argo looks at him sizing him up. "If you were not under Mokan's protection I would kill you myself."

Phillip lowers his eyes. He relived every Microt of evil he has ever enacted on another being. The person that he is, is capable of so much cruelty. He may never be able to give love to Chiana. "Do I need to seek forgiveness of you as well?"

D'Argo is cut by his remark. He turns suddenly not to show his reaction. He turns toward Stark as he walks up to the cell.

"Watch him as I remove his cuffs." D'Argo tells him.

"Are you sure that's wise?" Stark says nervously. "Peacekeepers aren't known for their virtue."

"Just keep the rifle on him. you can always shoot him if he gets away from me." D'Argo pulls his Qualta and converts it to a rifle. He hands it to Stark.

"Alright! I will." Stark says nervously lifting the Qualta and aiming it at Phillip.

D'Argo opens the cell and removes the cuffs from Phillip's wrists.

"Thank you." Phillip says, rubbing his wrists.

Phillip steps into the facility to use it. D'Argo waits. In a few Microts Phillip emerges. He seems surprised to see D'Argo still there.

D'Argo holds the cuffs up to him. "Stark is right. You should be restrained."

Phillip swallows. He raises his wrists in front of him to D'Argo. D'Argo clamps on the cuffs tightly. Phillip winces. He still wears the bruises from his Peacekeeper incarceration and torture.

"Will you come to the center chamber to eat?" D'Argo asks.

"Are you insane!" Stark squeals. "He'll escape and kill us!"

"Or will that contaminate you?" D'Argo says fatuously, ignoring stark.

"I will not be returning to the Peacekeepers accept as you see me." Phillip answers. "I am under a sentence of death from Scorpius."

"Too bad." D'Argo snarls, allowing Phillip to leave the cell.

"You can't be serious!" Stark tries to interject.

D'Argo takes his Qualta from Stark and follows behind the Peacekeeper watching him.

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"Must I conduct the search myself Braca?" Scorpius hisses over Comms. "Surely by now even a child could have found them!"

"Sir. The bioscan keeps indicating he is at his mansion. But all indications are that it has been abandoned!" Braca says nervously.

"Then begin a search offworld. I know he is still here!" Scorpius closes Comms. "I can feel it."

Scorpius paces to Comms. More of Captain Shelan's memories display themselves. Shelan orders his soldiers to fire upon unarmed villagers.

"Where could you be hiding Crichton? And where is your child?" He views the scene and changes to another memory.

Shelan's memory shows the mansion the day of the wedding. Captain Shelan is in bed, wounded. Jeriana comes to him. He gives her the medallion and the poison.

"I should have removed the chip when I had the chance." Scorpius paces from the Comms. "Who knows how many secrets you have kept from me?"

"Sir." It is Officer Braca over the Comms.

Scorpius presses the Comms on his head to hear. "Yes Braca."

"The only report we have had of an unidentified craft is from this morning when patrol saw a phantom Scarran attack craft. When they fired upon it, it simply disappeared." Braca reports over Comms.

"He could be hiding with the Scarrans." Scorpius takes a breath. "Assign a patrol Braca. Note the Scarran's movements. Perhaps they will lead us to him."

Scorpius closes Comms. "This is it. I can feel the moment arriving when you are again in my chair, John."

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Setig cruises his attack craft over the ship port. It looks like any other. He searches for Mokan's trade ship. They have searched all of the repair lots. There are only two ship ports left on the planet. Setig begins to think his master is off world.

"I am picking up a light variance in that ship port Setig! 2 degrees starboard." Jake shouts.

Setig looks for a place to set down. Sure enough, the scan shows a large blank area where the ships are crowded together. Jake crawls quickly over Setig and scrambles out of the prowler. He runs toward the suspected area and slows. Then he sees it! Mokan's trade ship. He runs. Setig sets the attack craft to minimum power, full stealth on.

Chiana walks into her bedroom. John grabs her from behind.

"Aaa!" She screams with her hoarse voice and jabs him in the ribs.

John buckles with the breath knocked out of him.

Chiana laughs. "Should teach you right to sneak up on me!"

"Mokan!" Jake shouts as he enters the trades ship forward hatch. "Daddy! Mom!" He hears his voice echo through the ship as he yells.

John and Chiana hear Jake shout. "Oh crap!" John whispers and pulls the door closed.

"Don't we want Jake to find us?" Chiana tocks her head to her shoulder.

"Will you please just get the damn chains off?" John says and locks the door. He reaches for his pants.

"Sure, sure. I'm looking." She says groping through Mokan's basket.

Jake enters and stands in the landing bay. He sees only Mokan's stealth prowler. Setig enters behind him.

"We will look together, Jake." Setig says.

They turn and leave the landing bay together, searching. First, they enter command. Then they look into Mokan's quarters, then the galley. They turn back toward the cells and pass another room, which is closed.

Setig reaches to the door latch to open it. It is locked. He knocks on it. There is no answer. He reaches in his satchel and pulls out a device. He turns it on and places it on the door. It beeps.

"There is life-generating heat behind this door, Officer Crichton." Setig states. "See this indicator? It says the temperature generated in this room is nearly optimum plus 30. That is the body temperature of your father. If it were a machine or motor it would be much higher; Electronics, lower."

Jake looks at the device astounded that Setig can gage his dad with it. Then his face falls. "Then why doesn't he answer?" He asks.

"They are married. Perhaps they are busy with mating." Setig answers and turns Jake toward the galley. "We will eat and return later when they have finished."

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Studying the lock, Chiana fumbled with yet another key. "Here let's try this one." The barrel tumbled, and the latch came undone. The heavy chains slipped to the floor, making John's arms feel much lighter.

John rolled his eyes just slightly. "Oh finally!" He spun suddenly as Chiana walked quickly, out of his arms reach. "No, uh uh...not so fast." Putting her in a bear lock from behind, he nuzzled her ear. "It's time for you to learn the meaning of reciprocation lady."

"But what about Jake?" Chiana squirmed, but didn't really want to be free of his big warm embrace. "I'm sure Setig has much to report."

"Oh no, your not getting away that easily." John walked behind Chiana, embracing her as they moved into the fresher. "Besides, Setig's a guy. He knows what's up. Jake will be happy just to have his bowl of pisa drops." Squeezing her butt, he nuzzled her neck, softly breathing his words as the warm mist surrounded them. "Hmmm...now isn't that better?"

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ChianaGray
2/16/01
Setig's Patrol
IC:

"You remember how nervous you were about the chains?" Chiana asked as she cut her eyes to him.

"Yeah," he sighed as he planted his hands on the wall at the sides of her head and pressed against her, exhausted. "Why you got one?"

"Not me," she smiled as she reached to him. Crichton took her hands, kissing them and then turned her around. She suddenly became lax with pleasure as he began to massage her shoulders and back.

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Nhfearme
2/17/01
Krestan's Vision
IC:

"Krestan!" A voice calls him. "Krestan! You must come now."

Krestan stands looking out at Jaboa. His arm is around Mokan's waist. He turns to look at her. "My turn to see our future." He says and kisses her.

She smiles up at him after the kiss. "I pray it will be a beautiful vision Krestan." She says hopefully.

Krestan lets go of her and turns to walk. Mokan takes his hand and walks with him to the temple. She lets go of his hand and he enters the ruins with the other young men of his village. All hopefuls declaring they will seek a mate. The young men stand in a circle and wait for the women to begin their music. This sacred dance has been performed for all their generations as far back as their history to learn their future and remember their past.

Krestan watches Mokan and smiles. As the music begins, the young men begin to twirl. The dance will last as long as it takes for the vision to come. Mokan waits and prays that the vision will be a beautiful future for their love and for her people. Many of the others now leave the ruins. She and those of her village remain.

The Priestess is getting up in years. She has her novices near her, instructing them in the beating of the drum. The constant rhythm helps the young men to concentrate on the void and voice of the Panther Goddess. They seek the quiet of their souls in what is the most important day of their lives. The future of their people depends on them for the truth. If evil? To know it in advance. If good? It will bring hope to their wanderings.

Mokan sits on the stone blocks of the temple ruins and watches. She finds herself wishing she was one of the dancers. That she could see her future together with Krestan. The priestess signals another one of her novices to pick up the drum. It is a lower quality that the one she beats. She stops her drumming and signals the novice to pick up the beat.

Mokan taps her foot and her hand. The drum is soothing, compelling and mesmerizing all at the same time. Her heart begins to beat with the beat of the drum. She suddenly gets a sensation that she must run to them. To the dancers and stop them. They must have seen by now. Even she senses something is there, speaking to them all. Her body tingles all over with the hearing of it.

The priestess begins to beat a second drum. A deep loud sound that seems to travel through Mokan. The expressions change on the young men's' faces. So relaxed like they are in another place. Unaware that they are moving at all! The pounding of her heart longs for the answer longs for Krestan!

The women begin to yell. Mokan makes a loud sound with her tongue. She never thought she would use it. Her mother taught her that it was the way to call her husband to her. She finds herself making the call louder and louder as the men dance. Their spinning quickens. Though they do not look at eachother, their pace is the same. Their feet land with the rhythm of the drums.

Krestan is the first one to cry out. He groans and nearly yells with fright. He tries to silence himself as though being quiet to hear the Panther's voice. A voice of their ancient peoples. A voice that could finally free them from their wandering. He cries out again, a scream of release. Another of her tribe's men does the same almost as an echo of the first. They call to eachother.

Krestan cries out again. He screams and falls. He holds his hand up to the sky, eyes closed as though still listening to a voice none of them could hear. The voice is in his heart.

Mokan leaps to her feat. She begins to run to Krestan, thinking he is hurt. Her mother standing by stops her. "He must finish the vision Mokan. You must wait!"

Finally Krestan and the other who cried run to the Priestess and lower themselves to one knee before her. She raises her hand for the music to stop. A third young man cries out at the end of the music and sits on the stone too dizzy to walk to the Priestess. The fathers walk to him and help him to the feet of the Priestess.

She asks him. "What did you see?"

He answers. "That our sweet Jaboa remains in ruins for another hundred cycles." He says with tears in his eyes.

The Priestess looks at him, reaches and places her hand on his head. "Thank you for your vision. May blessings remain on you always."

She places her hand on the second young man who screamed. "Please tell me of your vision young one."

"I saw." He says out of breath and very excited. "That I will have many strong daughters to fight in the coming war!" He says nearly in tears from the vision.

"Thank you for your hope in the power of our people and blessings upon you and your daughters always."

Finally she turns to Krestan and places her hand on his shoulder. "Please, you who cried out first. I have waited to hear you most of all. Please tell me your vision."

"We will not escape this place, but we will be taken by slavers as we flee." Krestan says with tears in his eyes. "I cannot see my future with my wife but see her with another." He cries and lowers his head.

Mokan's hands go to her face in fright. She begins to cry that she will not have a future with him. There is a cry among the people standing there and they begin grabbing their things and running to the ships.

"Then we must go now." The Priestess answers him. "Here, eat something of the feast and may blessings be upon you for your warning." She sighs. "I pray that you forget what you have seen." She says to him. She places her hand on his head then extends her hand to him that he may rise. Then she stands, raises up on her toes and pulls on his shoulder. He lowers to her and she kisses his cheek. "Now. Please go now and take your wife that you may know her pleasure before she is taken from you."

The Priestess cries. Her tears stream down her face, though she makes no sound with them. She reaches into her satchel and pulls out a ring.

"I was taken from my love at this time too." She hands him the ring. "Perhaps they will not allow you to keep it. But keep it and remember. I was taken on the day of declaration and marriage and yet I returned." The Priestess turns to one of her novices. "This is our daughter." She says and sadly turns away, taking her novices with her.

Krestan stands stunned. Mokan runs to him and stops looking at his face. Krestan embraces her tightly, knowing it may be his only time. They walk briskly to their ship. The others have already boarded.

Mokan enters and speaks to the captain. "If we have warning that they capture us, perhaps it means that they will stop us from reaching our camp." She says. "What if we do not return but go another place?"

The captain looks at her astounded at the quantum leap she made of what the vision means. "No one knows what it means!" he is adamant. "Only he has seen it!"

Mokan turns to Krestan. He closes his eyes. "I can only see that we are on the ship and they fire on us. I don't see our destination."

"Then, let's stay on Jaboa!" She says to him.

"We can't stay here." The captain says. "We must leave or they are sure to find us."

Mokan looks up at Krestan hopelessly. She holds his hand. The captain sees he has been insensitive to her.

"I am sorry." The captain says. "Truly, there is nothing we can do. If we are to be captured, all we can do is be on alert and always have our gun powered." He says respectfully to her. "I make my cabin available to you in this crisis." He says somewhat abruptly and suddenly turns and goes to the helm.

Mokan looks at the captain oddly as he walks away. Then she looks to Krestan. Krestan's tears have dried and leave a stain on his cheek. He looks down at her and they embrace. Krestan takes her hand and leads her slowly to the captain's quarters. They close the door.

Mokan embraces Krestan again. "Oh Krestan!" She cries. "I promise! I will never love another!" She hides her face in his chest, sobbing.

Krestan begins to cry again. He lifts her chin and kisses her through their tears. Their tears mingle in a soft warm sweetness seeping into their mouths.

The kiss is made bitter by the vision. But their knowing it may be their only time together they move forward. Mokan's sorrow is so profound that she is numb. Krestan sits on the bed embracing her.

"We must not do this." He says to her. "Our love has waited all of these cycles to be together." He holds her close to himself. "I won't do this to you."

Mokan cries bitterly in his arms for some time, unable to do anything else but mourn him. Finally she reaches and holds him tightly.

"Krestan!" She cries. "Krestan! I love you!" She wipes her eyes and tries to tell him. "I am your wife now and always! Please take me and comfort me before the goddess takes you away from me!" She breaks down sobbing unable to speak.

Krestan is beside himself at her request. He is afraid of what she is asking. All of their lives together he has longed for her love. Their love together to have children. He holds her, not moving. His heart won't let him proceed. So, he sits quietly listening to her cry as his strong arms comfort her.

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John rubs his strong hands over Chiana's back, relaxing her. She pushes her face into the mist and sighs as she steadies herself on the tile. She moans with pleasure and raises her face to him. He presses his mouth against her warm moist flesh and kisses her mouth, her face and her neck.

"I love you so much John." She says.

John stands and looks into her eyes. He kisses her deeply and embraces her. "I love you dear."

Just when they thought they could go no further in their love. They feel it. A kind of comfortable, I can trust you kind of we can do anything together and not worry about it kind of feeling. They stand and breathe in the understanding that they will always be together. They will always be like this, having eachother to lean on, care for.

Chiana begins to cry happy tears as she holds tightly to John. He turns his face to her and kisses her again deeply and passionately. He groans with pleasure and lifts her, pressing her against the tile. Their bodies feel like one, in harmony, longing for eachother and fulfilling that same longing in their passionate embrace, their kiss.

Chiana's heart leaps with desire and pleasure in John's embrace. John's breathing pulls her scent into his very being. He desires only her. The long nightmare he lived before her is so far from his reality now. He takes her with all of his heart. This feeling will never be duplicated. It is the first time they realize their true love.

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As Phillip eats, D'Argo watches him carefully occasionally letting out a low growl.

Stark has gone to quarters and brought back a pulse rifle for the occasion. He tries to hold it on Shelan but tires. He finally sits as far from Phillip as possible with the rifle on the table, resting toward him.

"aren't you finished eating yet?" D'Argo finally asks.

"I am under a sentence of death, remember?" Phillip answers him. "Why should they waste food or water on me?"

D'Argo and Stark huff as though they do not believe his story at all. Phillip stands. Stark stands quickly with the pulse rifle held on him. Phillip shows the marks on his wrists. His wrists are swollen. There is dried blood and bruising.

"Believe." Phillip says and sits back down.

D'Argo is quiet. He realizes that Shelan may be telling the truth.

Stark looks at D'Argo and back at Shelan. "They tortured you?" He asks.

"I spent my time answering Scorpius' questions." Phillip answers.

For the first time, Stark looks into Captain Shelan's eyes. Behind his eyes is a certain sorrow he has never seen in any Peacekeepers face. He suddenly realizes. "You were in the Chair?" He nearly shouts.

At the word 'Chair' Phillip looks down and closes his eyes. The memories and pain of remembering them suddenly rushes back at him. He fights his tears. He swallows and puts down the last bite of food.

D'Argo stands. He snarls at Shelan and points his Qualta at him to move. Phillip stands and slowly walks back to his cell. Stark locks the cell door behind him.

D'Argo leaves them and walks back to Mokan's quarters. Mokan is restless. She reaches out and yells. "No!" She turns over and seems to be crying. D'Argo cautiously approaches her and shakes her shoulder.

"Mokan." D'Argo says. "Mokan you are having a dream." D'Argo shakes her again.

Mokan is in a deep drug induced sleep. D'Argo finally sits on the bed and sets her up. He embraces her in her distress. She seems to wake but continues to cry into his chest. One hand grips dargo's kaftan tightly, nearly ripping it. Her other hand goes to her mouth in grief as she sobs "Krestan. Krestan."