Unlike Any Other
Title: Unlike Any Other
Series: Fan of All Seven (part 1/7)
Fandom: Firefly the Series
Prompt: Lust
Pairing: Malcolm Reynolds/River Tam
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: S&M (only bondage, nothing too kinky.) Assumed non-consensual.
Spoilers: Post “Objects in Space.” Before the movie.
Summary: Mal’s thoughts are not in his control.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, or the ship Serenity. They all belong to god, also known as Joss Whedon. Also, I do not own the lyrics to the song “Fever.” That belongs to the lovely Peggy Lee. And “Crazy Bitch” belongs to the amazing Buck Cherry.
Notes: Don’t worry. This is in no way a song fic. Mal just has a little inspiration for his thoughts.
My table of prompts is: Here.
It was a desire unlike any other Mal had ever experienced before. The deadly sort where you knew it was a very bad idea, but you found yourself fantasizing about it anyway. And a fantasy it was. Although it wasn’t something most of his crew saw, Mal was smarter than he looked; at least about some things and this was one of them. It was one thing to think about doing these things, but it was quite another to actually try and act upon such thoughts.
But amazing thoughts they were, and they followed him every where. It didn’t matter where he was his thoughts followed him there. On the bridge, in the mess, in his bunk, on missions. It was like a fire. All burning and all consuming, and everything he saw, everything he thought became fuel to the fire.
It reminded him of an old song from Earth-That-Was. Fever. And a fever it truly was, sizzling and all. Filling him up with a warm heat every time that he saw her. Hell, he didn’t even have to see her any more. Just even the thought of her filled him with a warmth he’d never known before. And he had to agree, it was a lovely way to burn. Slow and agonizing, like everything else in his life had been. Everything that had ever been worth anything had been agonizing, which made Mal think that despite all the negatives, this fever of his had a purpose to it. This was something that Mal knew had to happen, but that still didn’t mean that he was going to act on his sickness.
Sighing, Mal walked the length of the bunk, letting his new theory race through his head. He didn’t know much about love. His whole life he’d only loved two girls: his mama and Serenity. Women often confused him, and played games with him. That was the only reason he and Zoe had gotten along so well. She was the first straightforward woman he’d ever met and told him she’d never be his lover. It made things easier and they’d became fast friends.
But other women… They only served to play with his head. Especially Inara. She was the worst. Too many games. He didn’t know where he stood with Inara. That was how he justified sleeping with Nandi. There was nothing written down between him and Inara, it was only a business arrangement. So when she found out about it, he’d been very surprised at the way she reacted. Women were complicated, and he hated complicated. So, he decided to give up on women.
And then when he least expected it, his whole world when flying out from underneath his feet. Except this time it wasn’t a woman. At least he refused to think of her as such. She was a girl. A teenaged girl and yet all he could think of was grappling with her. Some crude song that he had heard Jayne singing the other day slipped into his head.
“Hey, you're a crazy bitch, but you fuck so good I'm on top of it. When I dream, I'm doing you all night. Scratches all down my back to keep me right on. You’re crazy but I like the way you fuck me.”
His gaze traveled over to his bed and all he could see was her bound to the bed, thick leather wrapped around her wrists, legs wrapped around his waist. Soft whimpers and loud moans, eyes rolled back into her head, nonsensical phrases pouring out of her mouth as he pounded into her. Her hands straining against the bonds as her lips strained to meet his. He could see himself pressing fire hot kisses to every inch of her skin, tasting and licking her salty flesh.
Shaking the thoughts from his head, Mal moved to the sink and splashed cold water on his face, realizing just how tight his pants really were at the moment. Suddenly needing fresh air, he climbed out of his bunk and crossed over to the bridge. With a sigh, he plopped down into Wash’s chair and stared out into the black, willing the darkness to wash away this fever of his. And it worked. For about five minutes. Until he glanced over at the co-pilot’s chair.
River pushed Mal onto the chair, grinning madly at him as she pushed down his suspenders and pulled up his shirt. “You’ve been a very bad boy, Captain. Very bad.” She said huskily as she sucked on his earlobe. “I’m going to have to punish you again, and again.” She bit down onto his neck. “And again.”
“No, no, no, no, no.” Mal mumbled to himself as he leapt out of the chair and ran out of the bridge, breathing heavily. This was not what he needed at the moment. They were due in Persephone in a day’s time and he didn’t need her distracting him, real her or imaginary. He needed to find a distraction. Looking down into the bay, he spied the weights and started down the stairs. It was normally Jayne’s thing, but he needed to work off his frustrations some way and he figured this was the most productive and safest way.
River giggled impishly and tightened the scarf over Mal’s eyes. “Shh… Can’t look. I told you, you were a very naughty boy and needed to be punished.” She said as she guided him down the stairs. Her grin increased as she felt him hesitate under her hands. “Captain, I need you to trust me.”
She pushed Mal across the bay and onto the bench, shoving him down into a laying position and then straddling him. With another giggle, she lay over him, her hair tickling his neck as she tied his hands up over his head and to the bar. “You naked, darling?” He asked, straining against the blindfold and trying to see her.
“Now what kind of punishment would that be?” She asked, biting down on his neck and then giggling as Mal jerked up, rattling the bar.
“Ai ya!” Mal yelled to himself as he ran out of the cargo and through the halls. This overwhelming fire, this possession was getting worse. It was a sickness alright, and this suffering would be wonderful had it been someone else. An actual woman and not this girl. This fragile, beautiful, amazing, sexy gun-wielding sexy-He shook his head again. “No. This is not happening. Not happening.”
He ran into the first room he saw and leaned against the wall, panting heavily, trying to push the thoughts out of his mind. When he finally had his wits about him again, he looked up finally realizing what room he was in. “Oh no… No. No. No…” He was in the infirmary.
Mal stared down onto the bed, watching as River slept. He hated this. Hated being helpless. Here she was, his girl, in pain and all he could do was watch. He felt like the world’s biggest boob.
“Not a boob.” She muttered, as her eyes fluttered open and she stared up at him with a tired little smile. “But you do think too loud. Couldn’t sleep.”
He looked away from her. “I’m sorry…”
River grinned up at him, and pulled him down onto the bed on top of her. “I’m not.” She stated as she forced his mouth down onto hers, and slid her hands into his pants, eliciting a moan from him. “I know what you can do to make me better.” She stated as moved his hands under her hospital gown. “Lock into a key.”
Mal’s eyes popped out of his head as he slowly backed out of the room, mumbling under his breath again. No where on the ship was safe any more. Everywhere he went, it just got worse. Every room a different fantasy, every room a darker poison.
Furious at himself now for not being able to push these thoughts aside, he ran down the hall and the froze spying the couch. He blinked, staring at it. Not just any couch. Her couch. His fantasy had led him straight to the lion’s pit.
“Captain?”
The voice penetrated into his mind, and he slowly turned around to face the girl, hoping and praying to every deity he could think of that his pants didn’t look as tight as they felt. He drank her in, taking in her very confused form as she stood at the entrance to her room, looking at him like he was the crazy one. And at the moment, he was pretty sure it was she that was the sane one and he was just afflicted. Moon-brained. Possessed. A man on a mission, and he knew exactly what he wanted, and at the moment it was her and only her.
“Captain?” River repeated as she stared at him, and Mal knew instantly that she knew exactly what his intentions were at that particular moment. “Mal?” She questioned, backing away from him.
And that’s when Mal saw it in her eyes. Lust. And fear. And it wasn’t fear of what he had planned in his head. No, it was fear that her brother would catch them. He was certain of it. Grinning wolfishly he closed the distance between them. “River.” He breathed, pulling her against him, and threading his fingers into her hair.
She stared up at him, not moving out of his touch, just watching him, trying to get a read on what was going on in his head, Mal figured. As she stared, Mal gently slid his thumb over her lips, enjoying the feeling of her soft lips beneath his calloused fingers, wishing slightly that his pants were bigger. When she still didn’t speak, he leaned in and crushed his mouth against hers, using her surprised gasp as an opportunity to slip his greedy tongue into her mouth and explore. Suddenly, he felt River’s arm’s slide up around his neck, and then her tongue slowly moved against his, as though she wasn’t sure of what to do. And Mal suddenly realized that she probably didn’t. They probably didn’t give them much time for kissin’ at that Academy of hers.
Mal reluctantly pulled his mouth off hers, breathing heavily as he rested his forehead against hers, watching her recover, her eyes still shut in passion, lips all bruised from his. Slowly she opened her eyes and smiled sweetly at him. “Can we do that again?”
The simplicity and innocence of the question made Mal laugh aloud and press a kiss to the tip of her nose. “Movin’ too fast for ya, little one. Shouldn’t have done that. You don’t know what you’re doing, and I shouldn’t be the one to teach ya.” The words sounded hollow coming out of his mouth. He knew very well that it was the opposite. He wanted very much to be the one to teach her, in fact, he didn’t want any other guy to look at her, let alone teach her something like that.
“I want you to teach me.”
It was enough. Enough to send him over the edge. He tightened his grip on her and shoved her into her room. “First rule. No talking.”
She stared up at him, suddenly fearful. “Not Captain Mal. Not Sergeant Mal. Who are you?”
He shoved her down onto the bed. “Yours.” He stated as he forced his mouth onto hers again. “And River darlin’, do shut up.”
Series: Fan of All Seven (part 1/7)
Fandom: Firefly the Series
Prompt: Lust
Pairing: Malcolm Reynolds/River Tam
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: S&M (only bondage, nothing too kinky.) Assumed non-consensual.
Spoilers: Post “Objects in Space.” Before the movie.
Summary: Mal’s thoughts are not in his control.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, or the ship Serenity. They all belong to god, also known as Joss Whedon. Also, I do not own the lyrics to the song “Fever.” That belongs to the lovely Peggy Lee. And “Crazy Bitch” belongs to the amazing Buck Cherry.
Notes: Don’t worry. This is in no way a song fic. Mal just has a little inspiration for his thoughts.
My table of prompts is: Here.
It was a desire unlike any other Mal had ever experienced before. The deadly sort where you knew it was a very bad idea, but you found yourself fantasizing about it anyway. And a fantasy it was. Although it wasn’t something most of his crew saw, Mal was smarter than he looked; at least about some things and this was one of them. It was one thing to think about doing these things, but it was quite another to actually try and act upon such thoughts.
But amazing thoughts they were, and they followed him every where. It didn’t matter where he was his thoughts followed him there. On the bridge, in the mess, in his bunk, on missions. It was like a fire. All burning and all consuming, and everything he saw, everything he thought became fuel to the fire.
It reminded him of an old song from Earth-That-Was. Fever. And a fever it truly was, sizzling and all. Filling him up with a warm heat every time that he saw her. Hell, he didn’t even have to see her any more. Just even the thought of her filled him with a warmth he’d never known before. And he had to agree, it was a lovely way to burn. Slow and agonizing, like everything else in his life had been. Everything that had ever been worth anything had been agonizing, which made Mal think that despite all the negatives, this fever of his had a purpose to it. This was something that Mal knew had to happen, but that still didn’t mean that he was going to act on his sickness.
Sighing, Mal walked the length of the bunk, letting his new theory race through his head. He didn’t know much about love. His whole life he’d only loved two girls: his mama and Serenity. Women often confused him, and played games with him. That was the only reason he and Zoe had gotten along so well. She was the first straightforward woman he’d ever met and told him she’d never be his lover. It made things easier and they’d became fast friends.
But other women… They only served to play with his head. Especially Inara. She was the worst. Too many games. He didn’t know where he stood with Inara. That was how he justified sleeping with Nandi. There was nothing written down between him and Inara, it was only a business arrangement. So when she found out about it, he’d been very surprised at the way she reacted. Women were complicated, and he hated complicated. So, he decided to give up on women.
And then when he least expected it, his whole world when flying out from underneath his feet. Except this time it wasn’t a woman. At least he refused to think of her as such. She was a girl. A teenaged girl and yet all he could think of was grappling with her. Some crude song that he had heard Jayne singing the other day slipped into his head.
“Hey, you're a crazy bitch, but you fuck so good I'm on top of it. When I dream, I'm doing you all night. Scratches all down my back to keep me right on. You’re crazy but I like the way you fuck me.”
His gaze traveled over to his bed and all he could see was her bound to the bed, thick leather wrapped around her wrists, legs wrapped around his waist. Soft whimpers and loud moans, eyes rolled back into her head, nonsensical phrases pouring out of her mouth as he pounded into her. Her hands straining against the bonds as her lips strained to meet his. He could see himself pressing fire hot kisses to every inch of her skin, tasting and licking her salty flesh.
Shaking the thoughts from his head, Mal moved to the sink and splashed cold water on his face, realizing just how tight his pants really were at the moment. Suddenly needing fresh air, he climbed out of his bunk and crossed over to the bridge. With a sigh, he plopped down into Wash’s chair and stared out into the black, willing the darkness to wash away this fever of his. And it worked. For about five minutes. Until he glanced over at the co-pilot’s chair.
River pushed Mal onto the chair, grinning madly at him as she pushed down his suspenders and pulled up his shirt. “You’ve been a very bad boy, Captain. Very bad.” She said huskily as she sucked on his earlobe. “I’m going to have to punish you again, and again.” She bit down onto his neck. “And again.”
“No, no, no, no, no.” Mal mumbled to himself as he leapt out of the chair and ran out of the bridge, breathing heavily. This was not what he needed at the moment. They were due in Persephone in a day’s time and he didn’t need her distracting him, real her or imaginary. He needed to find a distraction. Looking down into the bay, he spied the weights and started down the stairs. It was normally Jayne’s thing, but he needed to work off his frustrations some way and he figured this was the most productive and safest way.
River giggled impishly and tightened the scarf over Mal’s eyes. “Shh… Can’t look. I told you, you were a very naughty boy and needed to be punished.” She said as she guided him down the stairs. Her grin increased as she felt him hesitate under her hands. “Captain, I need you to trust me.”
She pushed Mal across the bay and onto the bench, shoving him down into a laying position and then straddling him. With another giggle, she lay over him, her hair tickling his neck as she tied his hands up over his head and to the bar. “You naked, darling?” He asked, straining against the blindfold and trying to see her.
“Now what kind of punishment would that be?” She asked, biting down on his neck and then giggling as Mal jerked up, rattling the bar.
“Ai ya!” Mal yelled to himself as he ran out of the cargo and through the halls. This overwhelming fire, this possession was getting worse. It was a sickness alright, and this suffering would be wonderful had it been someone else. An actual woman and not this girl. This fragile, beautiful, amazing, sexy gun-wielding sexy-He shook his head again. “No. This is not happening. Not happening.”
He ran into the first room he saw and leaned against the wall, panting heavily, trying to push the thoughts out of his mind. When he finally had his wits about him again, he looked up finally realizing what room he was in. “Oh no… No. No. No…” He was in the infirmary.
Mal stared down onto the bed, watching as River slept. He hated this. Hated being helpless. Here she was, his girl, in pain and all he could do was watch. He felt like the world’s biggest boob.
“Not a boob.” She muttered, as her eyes fluttered open and she stared up at him with a tired little smile. “But you do think too loud. Couldn’t sleep.”
He looked away from her. “I’m sorry…”
River grinned up at him, and pulled him down onto the bed on top of her. “I’m not.” She stated as she forced his mouth down onto hers, and slid her hands into his pants, eliciting a moan from him. “I know what you can do to make me better.” She stated as moved his hands under her hospital gown. “Lock into a key.”
Mal’s eyes popped out of his head as he slowly backed out of the room, mumbling under his breath again. No where on the ship was safe any more. Everywhere he went, it just got worse. Every room a different fantasy, every room a darker poison.
Furious at himself now for not being able to push these thoughts aside, he ran down the hall and the froze spying the couch. He blinked, staring at it. Not just any couch. Her couch. His fantasy had led him straight to the lion’s pit.
“Captain?”
The voice penetrated into his mind, and he slowly turned around to face the girl, hoping and praying to every deity he could think of that his pants didn’t look as tight as they felt. He drank her in, taking in her very confused form as she stood at the entrance to her room, looking at him like he was the crazy one. And at the moment, he was pretty sure it was she that was the sane one and he was just afflicted. Moon-brained. Possessed. A man on a mission, and he knew exactly what he wanted, and at the moment it was her and only her.
“Captain?” River repeated as she stared at him, and Mal knew instantly that she knew exactly what his intentions were at that particular moment. “Mal?” She questioned, backing away from him.
And that’s when Mal saw it in her eyes. Lust. And fear. And it wasn’t fear of what he had planned in his head. No, it was fear that her brother would catch them. He was certain of it. Grinning wolfishly he closed the distance between them. “River.” He breathed, pulling her against him, and threading his fingers into her hair.
She stared up at him, not moving out of his touch, just watching him, trying to get a read on what was going on in his head, Mal figured. As she stared, Mal gently slid his thumb over her lips, enjoying the feeling of her soft lips beneath his calloused fingers, wishing slightly that his pants were bigger. When she still didn’t speak, he leaned in and crushed his mouth against hers, using her surprised gasp as an opportunity to slip his greedy tongue into her mouth and explore. Suddenly, he felt River’s arm’s slide up around his neck, and then her tongue slowly moved against his, as though she wasn’t sure of what to do. And Mal suddenly realized that she probably didn’t. They probably didn’t give them much time for kissin’ at that Academy of hers.
Mal reluctantly pulled his mouth off hers, breathing heavily as he rested his forehead against hers, watching her recover, her eyes still shut in passion, lips all bruised from his. Slowly she opened her eyes and smiled sweetly at him. “Can we do that again?”
The simplicity and innocence of the question made Mal laugh aloud and press a kiss to the tip of her nose. “Movin’ too fast for ya, little one. Shouldn’t have done that. You don’t know what you’re doing, and I shouldn’t be the one to teach ya.” The words sounded hollow coming out of his mouth. He knew very well that it was the opposite. He wanted very much to be the one to teach her, in fact, he didn’t want any other guy to look at her, let alone teach her something like that.
“I want you to teach me.”
It was enough. Enough to send him over the edge. He tightened his grip on her and shoved her into her room. “First rule. No talking.”
She stared up at him, suddenly fearful. “Not Captain Mal. Not Sergeant Mal. Who are you?”
He shoved her down onto the bed. “Yours.” He stated as he forced his mouth onto hers again. “And River darlin’, do shut up.”