Bored. Writing dirty stories.
dragojustine has been a bad influence on me.
My first attempt at Firefly porn.
Kaylee/Simon
Wordcount: 1650
Simon was sitting in the medbay of Serenity when Kaylee's message flashed up on his computer.
Need medical assistance in engine room, not serious, don't mention it to the Captain (you know he'd just worry)
So, naturally, he gathered some things and tucked them into the small black doctor's bag that he carried mostly because a little black back said 'doctor' to him. Bag in hand, he negotiated the narrow corridor and climbed down the ladder leading to the engine rooms with ease. Well, with more ease when he first came on board Serenity. He still knocked his shins against the lip of the ladder well.
"Kaylee?" He used his best 'professional' voice to try to stem the stammering that always seemed to happen around Kaylee. He didn't receive an answer, so he walked into the engine room. "Kaylee? It's Simon, are you alright?"
The door swung shut behind him, a loud clang followed by the quieter, and more disquieting, click of a bulkhead lock sliding into place. Kaylee, standing behind him, apparently uninjured, tapped the control pad of the door.
"You..." He realized she'd just sealed the door, and that he didn't know the combination that would unlock it again. "You're not hurt." A faintly accusing tone crept into his voice, which he hoped would cover the pounding in his chest.
She stepped toward him, and he found himself backing up. He tried to call back his Official Doctor voice, but found his tongue unwilling or unable to cooperate.
"But Doctor Tam, I am hurting," she said, her voice entirely unlike her usual, chipper self. It's huskier, softer, barely above a whisper. "I need your help." She looked into his eyes, and more than just his tongue was paralyzed. His brain seemed to be operating through syrup. She advanced and he retreated, unable to tear his eyes from the hazel pools that held him hypnotized. Three steps, and Simon bumped into... something. Probably an engine, or some manner of Part that he wouldn't be able to identify even if his mind was working properly.
"Won't you help me?" Another step, and she was close enough to reach out and touch him. Which she did, a gentle brush of fingertips on his chest. Close enough that he could smell her, flowery smells of shampoo mixed with lubricating oil, and something else, something he can't quite put a name to. It filled his head, made it harder to concentrate on anything else.
Head spinning, he had to close his eyes for a moment before he could speak. "Kaylee, I..." Her other hand came up, placed two fingers on his lips. He opened his eyes just in time to see her leaning close, standing on her toes to place her lips where her fingers had been. Simon's knees seemed to be made of... something not very sturdy, and he might have fallen if not for the machinery behind him and the woman before him pinning him between them.
"You will help me, won't you?" She murmured against his mouth. Simon's head bobbed down, then up, then down again, before he realized he was nodding like an idiot. His hand shook when he reached out to brush her cheek with his thumb, sliding his fingers into her hair and tilting her head up as he leaned down to kiss her. His kiss was warm but chaste, mouth closed. The kiss she returned was burning hot, and anything but chaste. Her tongue slid across the line of his lips. and they parted without any intervention on his part. It brushed against his own tongue, which was no longer paralyzed, but exploring on its own behalf.
A thousand warning voices cried out unheeded inside Simon's head. The only one he heard was the one that said you've wanted her since you came on board. And now he was alone with her, in locked in a room he couldn't escape even if he wanted to.
Then she pulled away from him, and he was surprised at his own first impulse to reach out and pull her back. One of the warning voices cried out that's it, you've gone too far, you misunderstood her and now... but that voice trailed off as Kaylee pulled her shirt over her head and threw it carelessly to the dirty floor. Then she was pressed against him again, her mouth hungry on his, her fingers at the buttons of his shirt. When one wouldn't unfasten fast enough for her, she gave a sharp jerk. Simon was only vaguely aware of the sound of the button landing on the metal floor. Pressed against her bare skin, Simon could feel the softness of her breasts contrasted by the hard points of her nipples against his chest, her arms wrapped around his, fingers digging into his shoulders.
She moved back again, but didn't let him go this time, pulling him along. Her strength surprised him when she dragged him down to the deck and pushed his shoulders against the metal plates. Her hands had moved lower, pulled at his belt and the waistband of his trousers. She had them off him in a matter of moments, pulling his drawers off with them. Then she stood, and slid her own pants off efficiently. Simon noticed that she wasn't wearing drawers.
Run-tse duh fwotzoo, I'm naked with Kaylee Simon thought. The other voices were gone. Then even that voice was gone, because she had wrapped her hand around his erection, squeezing gently as she stroked him. His own searching hand found her breast and he brushed his thumb in gentle circles around her hard nipple. A soft moan slipped from his lips as she slid her fingers down further, cupping his balls.
"What... what would you like me to do?" he finally asked.
"Touch me," she whispered in his ear, nibbling at his lobes. "Touch me... here." With her free hand, she slid his down between her legs. Simon gently brushed his fingertips against her clit, then again, increasing the pressure slightly. Kaylee made a low, animal noise in the back of her throat and thus encouraged, Simon did it again, then gently teased the sides with two fingers before slipping one finger into her. She was already wet, and she writhed under his touch.
"Mm, Simon, there," her voice was ragged, and her breathing labored. He obliged, growing even more aroused by the way she moved and reacted to his fingers. Then abruptly she caught his wrist and drew his hand to her mouth. She licked the fingers he'd touched her with, smiling wickedly, and shifted her position so that she straddled him. The hand she'd been touching him with guided the tip of his cock into her. Slowly, she lowered herself down onto him, and began to rock her hips forward and back.
For a moment, Simon thought that the sensation was going to drive him mad, or set him off before they'd even properly begun, but the moment passed and he regained some (very) small portion of self-control, and started to move his hips in time with hers. He ran his hands down the soft skin of her back, cupping her buttocks to help shift her weight as he thrust into her from below.
"Oh," Kaylee gasped as their pace and urgency increased. "Oh, OH!" The final monosyllable came out as a cry as her climax shuddered through her body, her muscles tensing in waves of pleasure. The feel of her warm, slick muscles clenching around him drove Simon over the edge, with a wordless cry he came, spasm after spasm making his own body shake.
Still sheathing him, Kaylee bent down to kiss him, more softly than before. "Mmm, I think you've found the cure for what ailed me, doctor." Her voice, still breathier than usual, had some of her usual humor back in it.
Sooner than Simon would have liked she pulled away from him and rose to retrieve her pants, which had landed near her toolbox. He followed suit, and was soon dressed, if minus several shirt buttons. He felt like he should say something, but although the fear that had paralyzed his tongue was gone, he still found no words. "Thank you" seemed wholly inappropriate, and not for the first time, he wished he had some of Wash's talent for making people smile with easy, casual words.
"So, um, if you ever need your, er, condition treated again..."e trailed off. It had sounded funny in his head, but it came out boorish and lame.
She smiled anyway, and he thought maybe it hadn't come out as badly as he'd feared. "I'll know who to call."
Faced with the problem of the door, he had to turn and ask for help. "How do I...?"
This time she laughed. Then tapped the unlock button. Once. "You didn't think I actually sealed the door to keep you prisoner, did you?" The door hissed open.
Simon took one step out of the engine room before running, literally, into Mal. The captain, took a long look at Simon, his disheveled hair, his rumpled clothes, the missing buttons. "Well Doc, if you're about done molesting my mechanic, I need her up on the bridge."
Simon sputtered, "What, I didn't... it wasn't... she..."
Kaylee, who had appeared behind him, shot Mal a grin, which vanished when Simon turned around. "You see what a bad influence you are? Seducing me and keeping me from my duties!"
"I... what... hey, wait just a second. She seduced me!"
Mal took this news impassively. "Well then, Kaylee, when you're done molesting the Doc, I need you to come up the the bridge." Without another word he turned on his heel and walked back to the ladder to the main deck. If Simon had been watching closely, he might have noticed the captain's shoulders quivering with barely-repressed laughter.
My first attempt at Firefly porn.
Kaylee/Simon
Wordcount: 1650
Simon was sitting in the medbay of Serenity when Kaylee's message flashed up on his computer.
Need medical assistance in engine room, not serious, don't mention it to the Captain (you know he'd just worry)
So, naturally, he gathered some things and tucked them into the small black doctor's bag that he carried mostly because a little black back said 'doctor' to him. Bag in hand, he negotiated the narrow corridor and climbed down the ladder leading to the engine rooms with ease. Well, with more ease when he first came on board Serenity. He still knocked his shins against the lip of the ladder well.
"Kaylee?" He used his best 'professional' voice to try to stem the stammering that always seemed to happen around Kaylee. He didn't receive an answer, so he walked into the engine room. "Kaylee? It's Simon, are you alright?"
The door swung shut behind him, a loud clang followed by the quieter, and more disquieting, click of a bulkhead lock sliding into place. Kaylee, standing behind him, apparently uninjured, tapped the control pad of the door.
"You..." He realized she'd just sealed the door, and that he didn't know the combination that would unlock it again. "You're not hurt." A faintly accusing tone crept into his voice, which he hoped would cover the pounding in his chest.
She stepped toward him, and he found himself backing up. He tried to call back his Official Doctor voice, but found his tongue unwilling or unable to cooperate.
"But Doctor Tam, I am hurting," she said, her voice entirely unlike her usual, chipper self. It's huskier, softer, barely above a whisper. "I need your help." She looked into his eyes, and more than just his tongue was paralyzed. His brain seemed to be operating through syrup. She advanced and he retreated, unable to tear his eyes from the hazel pools that held him hypnotized. Three steps, and Simon bumped into... something. Probably an engine, or some manner of Part that he wouldn't be able to identify even if his mind was working properly.
"Won't you help me?" Another step, and she was close enough to reach out and touch him. Which she did, a gentle brush of fingertips on his chest. Close enough that he could smell her, flowery smells of shampoo mixed with lubricating oil, and something else, something he can't quite put a name to. It filled his head, made it harder to concentrate on anything else.
Head spinning, he had to close his eyes for a moment before he could speak. "Kaylee, I..." Her other hand came up, placed two fingers on his lips. He opened his eyes just in time to see her leaning close, standing on her toes to place her lips where her fingers had been. Simon's knees seemed to be made of... something not very sturdy, and he might have fallen if not for the machinery behind him and the woman before him pinning him between them.
"You will help me, won't you?" She murmured against his mouth. Simon's head bobbed down, then up, then down again, before he realized he was nodding like an idiot. His hand shook when he reached out to brush her cheek with his thumb, sliding his fingers into her hair and tilting her head up as he leaned down to kiss her. His kiss was warm but chaste, mouth closed. The kiss she returned was burning hot, and anything but chaste. Her tongue slid across the line of his lips. and they parted without any intervention on his part. It brushed against his own tongue, which was no longer paralyzed, but exploring on its own behalf.
A thousand warning voices cried out unheeded inside Simon's head. The only one he heard was the one that said you've wanted her since you came on board. And now he was alone with her, in locked in a room he couldn't escape even if he wanted to.
Then she pulled away from him, and he was surprised at his own first impulse to reach out and pull her back. One of the warning voices cried out that's it, you've gone too far, you misunderstood her and now... but that voice trailed off as Kaylee pulled her shirt over her head and threw it carelessly to the dirty floor. Then she was pressed against him again, her mouth hungry on his, her fingers at the buttons of his shirt. When one wouldn't unfasten fast enough for her, she gave a sharp jerk. Simon was only vaguely aware of the sound of the button landing on the metal floor. Pressed against her bare skin, Simon could feel the softness of her breasts contrasted by the hard points of her nipples against his chest, her arms wrapped around his, fingers digging into his shoulders.
She moved back again, but didn't let him go this time, pulling him along. Her strength surprised him when she dragged him down to the deck and pushed his shoulders against the metal plates. Her hands had moved lower, pulled at his belt and the waistband of his trousers. She had them off him in a matter of moments, pulling his drawers off with them. Then she stood, and slid her own pants off efficiently. Simon noticed that she wasn't wearing drawers.
Run-tse duh fwotzoo, I'm naked with Kaylee Simon thought. The other voices were gone. Then even that voice was gone, because she had wrapped her hand around his erection, squeezing gently as she stroked him. His own searching hand found her breast and he brushed his thumb in gentle circles around her hard nipple. A soft moan slipped from his lips as she slid her fingers down further, cupping his balls.
"What... what would you like me to do?" he finally asked.
"Touch me," she whispered in his ear, nibbling at his lobes. "Touch me... here." With her free hand, she slid his down between her legs. Simon gently brushed his fingertips against her clit, then again, increasing the pressure slightly. Kaylee made a low, animal noise in the back of her throat and thus encouraged, Simon did it again, then gently teased the sides with two fingers before slipping one finger into her. She was already wet, and she writhed under his touch.
"Mm, Simon, there," her voice was ragged, and her breathing labored. He obliged, growing even more aroused by the way she moved and reacted to his fingers. Then abruptly she caught his wrist and drew his hand to her mouth. She licked the fingers he'd touched her with, smiling wickedly, and shifted her position so that she straddled him. The hand she'd been touching him with guided the tip of his cock into her. Slowly, she lowered herself down onto him, and began to rock her hips forward and back.
For a moment, Simon thought that the sensation was going to drive him mad, or set him off before they'd even properly begun, but the moment passed and he regained some (very) small portion of self-control, and started to move his hips in time with hers. He ran his hands down the soft skin of her back, cupping her buttocks to help shift her weight as he thrust into her from below.
"Oh," Kaylee gasped as their pace and urgency increased. "Oh, OH!" The final monosyllable came out as a cry as her climax shuddered through her body, her muscles tensing in waves of pleasure. The feel of her warm, slick muscles clenching around him drove Simon over the edge, with a wordless cry he came, spasm after spasm making his own body shake.
Still sheathing him, Kaylee bent down to kiss him, more softly than before. "Mmm, I think you've found the cure for what ailed me, doctor." Her voice, still breathier than usual, had some of her usual humor back in it.
Sooner than Simon would have liked she pulled away from him and rose to retrieve her pants, which had landed near her toolbox. He followed suit, and was soon dressed, if minus several shirt buttons. He felt like he should say something, but although the fear that had paralyzed his tongue was gone, he still found no words. "Thank you" seemed wholly inappropriate, and not for the first time, he wished he had some of Wash's talent for making people smile with easy, casual words.
"So, um, if you ever need your, er, condition treated again..."e trailed off. It had sounded funny in his head, but it came out boorish and lame.
She smiled anyway, and he thought maybe it hadn't come out as badly as he'd feared. "I'll know who to call."
Faced with the problem of the door, he had to turn and ask for help. "How do I...?"
This time she laughed. Then tapped the unlock button. Once. "You didn't think I actually sealed the door to keep you prisoner, did you?" The door hissed open.
Simon took one step out of the engine room before running, literally, into Mal. The captain, took a long look at Simon, his disheveled hair, his rumpled clothes, the missing buttons. "Well Doc, if you're about done molesting my mechanic, I need her up on the bridge."
Simon sputtered, "What, I didn't... it wasn't... she..."
Kaylee, who had appeared behind him, shot Mal a grin, which vanished when Simon turned around. "You see what a bad influence you are? Seducing me and keeping me from my duties!"
"I... what... hey, wait just a second. She seduced me!"
Mal took this news impassively. "Well then, Kaylee, when you're done molesting the Doc, I need you to come up the the bridge." Without another word he turned on his heel and walked back to the ladder to the main deck. If Simon had been watching closely, he might have noticed the captain's shoulders quivering with barely-repressed laughter.