"String Theory." Part of Chapter Three. (+ bit o' Chuck-fic)
Firefly a possible chapter piece
crew + OCs: Bonny and Mike
“So what d’you do on your ship, huh?” Kaylee shoveled another bite of breakfast in as she waited for Bonny to answer.
The girl smiled. “I’m actually pilot - one of ‘em, anyway. Mike’s momma is the other one.”
“Another pilot!” Wash grinned broadly; Bonny flushed a little under his bright smile. “We have to confer. What flight school you’d go to?”
“None, actually. Piloting’s sort of a family business. My dad was a pilot - so I had some natural talent to work with. Michael’s mom taught me the rest.”
Michael grunted, sounding more than a little irritated.
Bonny shot him a look. Serenity’s crew just ignored him. “What about you, Mike?” Kaylee asked. “Looks like maybe you’re… Um… hired gun, maybe? Y’look just ‘bout as grumpy as Jayne.”
Michael didn’t respond, though it was obvious he made an effort to school his face into a more neutral expression.
Bonny sighed. “Mike don’t really have a particular job. He helps out with whatever needs helpin’ out with.”
“And that’s all they need to know, Bonny.”
~~~
Chuck piece from 30_kisses
Sarah/Casey
They didn't talk about it. Ever.
That was one of the rules. They never talked about it, never let any insinuation or hint pass between them. Chuck didn't need to know what went on behind closed doors, what happened after they'd given their reports to Beckman, after they'd put down their guns and picked up the parts of their lives not completely dedicated to espionage.
But when the doors had closed and they'd left their guns as far behind as their clothes, everything else was temporarily put on hold.
"You did good today," Sarah said blandly as she took off her blouse. She folded it neatly and set it on the bedside table. "I was impressed."
Casey grunted as he stuffed his socks into his shoes and pushed them under the bed. "I always do that well."
She laughed as she shimmied out of her pants. "Guess I... haven't been paying attention then," she said with a smile, unhooking her bra.
"Damn right you haven't," he told her, standing up. He was completely naked, his clothes in a pile on the floor.
Sarah turned to face him, smiling seductively. Casey grunted in approval, surveying the long, lean length of her body. He noted the deep-red silk barely covering her lower half; with a hungry look, he walked over to his closet and picked a tie that exactly matched her thong.
"Well?" Sarah put her hands on her hips and looked at him through warm, half-lidded eyes. "What are you waiting for?"
Casey walked over with the proud, sure steps of a predator. He turned her around and brought the tie slowly over her eyes. "You're... impatient tonight," he whispered, tying the two ends together in a tight knot.
"It's been a long day," Sarah answered, grabbing his arms and pulling them around her body. He gently stroked her bare stomach as she leaned back against him. "A long week." She ran her nails teasingly along his forearms.
"And you need to unwind?" He nipped at her ear, nuzzling her neck with the tip of his nose.
"Exactly."
He pushed her away from him. "Then get on the bed."
She obeyed immediately, stretching out on her back, her eyes still covered. She heard Casey stalk over. He exhaled, hot breath across the sole of her foot. Then he kissed her ankle, lips barely brushing her skin. She shivered. Sometimes he'd be rough: tie her to the bed - though that was more his thing than hers -, leave red, stinging handprints on her ass, fuck her so hard she couldn't even walk the next morning. Those nights she liked.
But sometimes - like now, she thought, as he kissed his way up her calf - he'd be so gentle she could hardly stand it: every touch feather light, every movement slow and measured, every kiss full of some deep, overflowing emotion that made her whole body quake with the force of it. Those nights she loved.
Her breath hitched as he lifted her leg and latched onto the underside of her knee. "Stop teasing," she groaned. One hand clenched tightly in his bedsheets.
"Didn't quite catch that. What did you say?"
She moaned louder. His hands were wandering down towards her hips and the anticipation was driving her insane. "Stop teasing."
He let her leg drop to the bed and he climbed up, moving further and further up her body. She could feel him, right at the edges of her, skin barely touching skin, itchy and warm and tantalizing as hell.
But he didn't touch her.
She couldn't see him, couldn't read his next move, and her breathing grew quicker and shallower as she waited. Her chest heaved lightly as she panted; her arms ached to grab him, but she knew that would only make him prolong his inactivity. She was restless and her whole body fidgeted, the soft, curling wisps of arousal fanned into a dark, burning flame as she waited and waited for him to touch her.
He didn't disappoint and a moment later his hands fell on her breasts. He flicked her nipples with his thumbs, chuckling as she tried to hold in her strained, desperate moans.
~~~
-ILB
***
crew + OCs: Bonny and Mike
“So what d’you do on your ship, huh?” Kaylee shoveled another bite of breakfast in as she waited for Bonny to answer.
The girl smiled. “I’m actually pilot - one of ‘em, anyway. Mike’s momma is the other one.”
“Another pilot!” Wash grinned broadly; Bonny flushed a little under his bright smile. “We have to confer. What flight school you’d go to?”
“None, actually. Piloting’s sort of a family business. My dad was a pilot - so I had some natural talent to work with. Michael’s mom taught me the rest.”
Michael grunted, sounding more than a little irritated.
Bonny shot him a look. Serenity’s crew just ignored him. “What about you, Mike?” Kaylee asked. “Looks like maybe you’re… Um… hired gun, maybe? Y’look just ‘bout as grumpy as Jayne.”
Michael didn’t respond, though it was obvious he made an effort to school his face into a more neutral expression.
Bonny sighed. “Mike don’t really have a particular job. He helps out with whatever needs helpin’ out with.”
“And that’s all they need to know, Bonny.”
~~~
Chuck piece from 30_kisses
Sarah/Casey
They didn't talk about it. Ever.
That was one of the rules. They never talked about it, never let any insinuation or hint pass between them. Chuck didn't need to know what went on behind closed doors, what happened after they'd given their reports to Beckman, after they'd put down their guns and picked up the parts of their lives not completely dedicated to espionage.
But when the doors had closed and they'd left their guns as far behind as their clothes, everything else was temporarily put on hold.
"You did good today," Sarah said blandly as she took off her blouse. She folded it neatly and set it on the bedside table. "I was impressed."
Casey grunted as he stuffed his socks into his shoes and pushed them under the bed. "I always do that well."
She laughed as she shimmied out of her pants. "Guess I... haven't been paying attention then," she said with a smile, unhooking her bra.
"Damn right you haven't," he told her, standing up. He was completely naked, his clothes in a pile on the floor.
Sarah turned to face him, smiling seductively. Casey grunted in approval, surveying the long, lean length of her body. He noted the deep-red silk barely covering her lower half; with a hungry look, he walked over to his closet and picked a tie that exactly matched her thong.
"Well?" Sarah put her hands on her hips and looked at him through warm, half-lidded eyes. "What are you waiting for?"
Casey walked over with the proud, sure steps of a predator. He turned her around and brought the tie slowly over her eyes. "You're... impatient tonight," he whispered, tying the two ends together in a tight knot.
"It's been a long day," Sarah answered, grabbing his arms and pulling them around her body. He gently stroked her bare stomach as she leaned back against him. "A long week." She ran her nails teasingly along his forearms.
"And you need to unwind?" He nipped at her ear, nuzzling her neck with the tip of his nose.
"Exactly."
He pushed her away from him. "Then get on the bed."
She obeyed immediately, stretching out on her back, her eyes still covered. She heard Casey stalk over. He exhaled, hot breath across the sole of her foot. Then he kissed her ankle, lips barely brushing her skin. She shivered. Sometimes he'd be rough: tie her to the bed - though that was more his thing than hers -, leave red, stinging handprints on her ass, fuck her so hard she couldn't even walk the next morning. Those nights she liked.
But sometimes - like now, she thought, as he kissed his way up her calf - he'd be so gentle she could hardly stand it: every touch feather light, every movement slow and measured, every kiss full of some deep, overflowing emotion that made her whole body quake with the force of it. Those nights she loved.
Her breath hitched as he lifted her leg and latched onto the underside of her knee. "Stop teasing," she groaned. One hand clenched tightly in his bedsheets.
"Didn't quite catch that. What did you say?"
She moaned louder. His hands were wandering down towards her hips and the anticipation was driving her insane. "Stop teasing."
He let her leg drop to the bed and he climbed up, moving further and further up her body. She could feel him, right at the edges of her, skin barely touching skin, itchy and warm and tantalizing as hell.
But he didn't touch her.
She couldn't see him, couldn't read his next move, and her breathing grew quicker and shallower as she waited. Her chest heaved lightly as she panted; her arms ached to grab him, but she knew that would only make him prolong his inactivity. She was restless and her whole body fidgeted, the soft, curling wisps of arousal fanned into a dark, burning flame as she waited and waited for him to touch her.
He didn't disappoint and a moment later his hands fell on her breasts. He flicked her nipples with his thumbs, chuckling as she tried to hold in her strained, desperate moans.
~~~
-ILB
***