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This was written for kinkfest, and I haven't really changed the notes and such from that, so yeah. That's what that's about. It was suggested I post this here, so here it is.
While we're at it, i'm new, and I love femslash but I'm not very good at it, so hi!
(Also it's not my birthday. My birthday was the 10th, when this was posted)
Title: Wicked Little Girls
Author: encyclopediae
Fandom: Chronicles of Riddick/Firefly
Pairing/character: Eve Logan/River
Rating: nc17
Prompt: em, there wasn't one...
Kink: weapons (guns, knives, etc)
Notes/Warnings: Takes place after Serenity, with some general spoilers. Includes femslash, dub-con, some knifeplay, dildo!guns, and way too much plot. I really did just want to write some weapon porn, but of course everything with River can't be simple, and then it developed like, setting and plot and theme and all that crap you learned about but didn't understand in elementary school. And then the weapons didn't even get much play (at least not as much as I'd like). So overall I did pretty badly for what it was supposed to be, but it's my birthday (no, really, it is, I'm 19 today) and I'm allowed to suck.
Eve tilted her head, running the flat of her blade along the little one's cheek. "Hmm...you're a pretty little thing, aren't you?"
River looked at Eve, face somehow open and unreadable at the same time. "Eve. Eden. A girl with an apple. Where's Kaylee?"
"Oh, don't worry about your little mechanic. Damn, you all seem so protective of her. Don't she ever get tired of having six big brothers and sisters?"
"She's older than me." River tried to straighten things out in her head. Kaylee's age wasn't relevant. She still struggled for sense sometimes, especially in tense situations like this one. Simon was helping her, trying to teach her to block things out again (although he was probably hindering the process more than helping, with his hope and frustration and sometimes oppressive love), but when there was so much battering against her psyche it would all rip through the barriers like tissue paper. And yet she couldn't figure out this snake -- not a snake, not an apple, either, a woman, and a merc -- Eve.
Eve chuckled. She could almost see the gears spinning in the little thing's brain. "Well, your big sister won't be hurt as long as you cooperate."
"She's not really my sister."
River tasted blood when Eve smacked her across the face. "Shut up." River wanted to hit back, knew she could take the apple down, beat it until it turned to cider, even trussed as she was, but they had the crew, everyone, all of them fragile in their own ways except for Mal. It was up to Mal and River to hold the front line, hold down the fort, protect the others and get everyone out. She was dangling by her arms, her shoulders closer than she'd like to dislocating and her ankles were tied together (Jesus on the cross), or duct-taped, she'd been tied too long to be sure. It would still be easy to kill, easy to get free if she fell in the right position. Step on her, right behind the head, crush the spine and the spinal cord, she'd spit for a minute then stop -- no, not a snake, not a snake, not an apple or a tree or a rib bone. Why don't men have only eleven ribs?
"You want something." It tumbled out of River's mouth before she was aware of it, but as she heard it she knew it was true.
"I want that reward." Eve was behind her now, where River couldn't see.
"You want something else." River's voice took on a harsher tone, rougher edges and a lower pitch. "You want me." The vague sounds of movement and Eve picking her nails stopped. "You want to fuck me? Try and make me scream, make me pant your name, lay me down and spread me out and lick the cream from between my legs?"
There was a pause, then laughter. "So what if I do? Is that so wrong?" Eve pressed close behind her, dragging River's back flush against her front with one arm hooked over her shoulder and down across her chest. "You are a pretty thing, and I can make you come like a man can only dream."
"Kaylee's the only one who can make me come."
Eve laughed, letting go and stepped away, back in front of River. "Yeah, I should have known. Although to be honest, I had her pinned for fucking that doctor."
"She is. For now."
Eve smiled, sorting through a pile of knives and guns and other bad things (no touching guns) on a table in front of her. "Oh, I see. Well, you can call her name if you like." Eve picked up a knife, tumbling it over her fingers idly. She seemed to be contemplating something.
"I won't fight you or try to run," River said, head hanging down. "It's safe to untie me."
Eve chuckled. "You know they warned me you were psychic."
"But so are you," River said, lifting her head.
Eve raised an eyebrow. "Am I now." Disbelief and dismissal radiated from her in waves, but River couldn't hear the thoughts behind the feelings.
"I can tell your emotions. You feel very loudly, you know. But not what you're thinking. It's like your mind is blank, blank blackness, black," black as coal, black as death, black as pitch, black the universe outside that window... "Except it's not, it can't be, so you have some kind of ability you haven't developed or tapped into yet. But you're instinctively blocking me out."
Eve rolled her eyes. "Okay, I'm psychic. Whatever you say."
"You are," River said quietly, head hanging down again.
"You say it's safe to cut you down?"
River nodded.
Eve was suddenly behind her again, pulling her head back and pressing a knife to her throat. "You fight, or run, or even look at me wrong, and I'll snap the mechanic's neck myself." Eve thumbed a contact pad on the cuffs, catching River with one arm as she fell. She moved River over to a pallet on the floor, little more than a slightly-thicker-than-normal blanket just tossed there, and it didn't cushion River's fall when Eve dropped her down.
Eve liked her knives and guns, River discovered, liked threatening her with the knives, making her tremble (although River could tell she didn't actually intend to cut and so just hoped she was acting fear convincingly). After awhile River gave up and let herself enjoy it, and her shivers became real desire rather than fake fear, and when Eve reached under her skirt she grinned at finding smooth skin, slick with arousal.
"I can help you," River said, forgetting that this was about ten minutes too early to bring it up, suddenly reminded when the cold barrel of a gun River wasn't aware of Eve having slid inside her.
But then Eve glowed amusement. "Oh yeah?" she said, twisting the gun and thrusting it in and out a few times. "How can you help me? You're looking pretty helpless right now."
River squirmed, biting her lip. Eve smiled and brushed her thumb over the teen's lips, laughing delightedly as the little thing bit indelicately at the digit. But then River managed to come back to herself, releasing the finger to speak.
"With your ability. I can help you. Teach you to use it -- ah!" The smooth barrel of the gun had slid all the way out and then back in, making River jump.
"Maybe I'd rather have that money," Eve said, and clicked the barrel of the gun back. River gasped, eyes widening when she heard the sound. There was no bullet in the chamber but the gun was loaded and unreliable and there was a 50/50 chance that, if Eve pulled the trigger, there would be a shot rather than a harmless click. It aroused her even more.
"Think about it though," River panted, breathless. "What's the reward for us? Five hundred? How much more could you make if you knew where someone was at any time, just had to think about them to find them? Could reach into someone's brain and find out what they want and what they can give? You could have--mm!--millions."
Eve seemed to consider it, even as the gun continued to move and twist, River writhing on the ground. "And in return?"
"Let us go and don't try to catch us or turn us in ever." Turning, turning, ballerina in a jewelry box, earrings, necklace, pearl necklace, dirty, muddy, muddled, blurry, bad vision, blind, fucked blind, close, fuck...
"If you don't die when I pull this trigger," Eve whispered, low and conspiratorial, "it's your lucky day."
River's breath hitched in her chest and the gun stopped moving. There was a clack as the trigger was pulled and at the same time River was coming, tumbling end over end through the verse for what seemed like forever until she fell with a thud, shaking, onto the deck of a gritty ship with a blanket under her.
"All right," Eve said, wiping the gun off with a rag. "You've got a deal. You help me and we leave you alone." Eve picked up her radio and told her crew to untie and set loose Serenity's crew, let them go back to their own ship, but stay docked.
"And just remember something," River said.
"What?"
"If you try to betray us, I can kill you with my brain."
While we're at it, i'm new, and I love femslash but I'm not very good at it, so hi!
(Also it's not my birthday. My birthday was the 10th, when this was posted)
Title: Wicked Little Girls
Author: encyclopediae
Fandom: Chronicles of Riddick/Firefly
Pairing/character: Eve Logan/River
Rating: nc17
Prompt: em, there wasn't one...
Kink: weapons (guns, knives, etc)
Notes/Warnings: Takes place after Serenity, with some general spoilers. Includes femslash, dub-con, some knifeplay, dildo!guns, and way too much plot. I really did just want to write some weapon porn, but of course everything with River can't be simple, and then it developed like, setting and plot and theme and all that crap you learned about but didn't understand in elementary school. And then the weapons didn't even get much play (at least not as much as I'd like). So overall I did pretty badly for what it was supposed to be, but it's my birthday (no, really, it is, I'm 19 today) and I'm allowed to suck.
Eve tilted her head, running the flat of her blade along the little one's cheek. "Hmm...you're a pretty little thing, aren't you?"
River looked at Eve, face somehow open and unreadable at the same time. "Eve. Eden. A girl with an apple. Where's Kaylee?"
"Oh, don't worry about your little mechanic. Damn, you all seem so protective of her. Don't she ever get tired of having six big brothers and sisters?"
"She's older than me." River tried to straighten things out in her head. Kaylee's age wasn't relevant. She still struggled for sense sometimes, especially in tense situations like this one. Simon was helping her, trying to teach her to block things out again (although he was probably hindering the process more than helping, with his hope and frustration and sometimes oppressive love), but when there was so much battering against her psyche it would all rip through the barriers like tissue paper. And yet she couldn't figure out this snake -- not a snake, not an apple, either, a woman, and a merc -- Eve.
Eve chuckled. She could almost see the gears spinning in the little thing's brain. "Well, your big sister won't be hurt as long as you cooperate."
"She's not really my sister."
River tasted blood when Eve smacked her across the face. "Shut up." River wanted to hit back, knew she could take the apple down, beat it until it turned to cider, even trussed as she was, but they had the crew, everyone, all of them fragile in their own ways except for Mal. It was up to Mal and River to hold the front line, hold down the fort, protect the others and get everyone out. She was dangling by her arms, her shoulders closer than she'd like to dislocating and her ankles were tied together (Jesus on the cross), or duct-taped, she'd been tied too long to be sure. It would still be easy to kill, easy to get free if she fell in the right position. Step on her, right behind the head, crush the spine and the spinal cord, she'd spit for a minute then stop -- no, not a snake, not a snake, not an apple or a tree or a rib bone. Why don't men have only eleven ribs?
"You want something." It tumbled out of River's mouth before she was aware of it, but as she heard it she knew it was true.
"I want that reward." Eve was behind her now, where River couldn't see.
"You want something else." River's voice took on a harsher tone, rougher edges and a lower pitch. "You want me." The vague sounds of movement and Eve picking her nails stopped. "You want to fuck me? Try and make me scream, make me pant your name, lay me down and spread me out and lick the cream from between my legs?"
There was a pause, then laughter. "So what if I do? Is that so wrong?" Eve pressed close behind her, dragging River's back flush against her front with one arm hooked over her shoulder and down across her chest. "You are a pretty thing, and I can make you come like a man can only dream."
"Kaylee's the only one who can make me come."
Eve laughed, letting go and stepped away, back in front of River. "Yeah, I should have known. Although to be honest, I had her pinned for fucking that doctor."
"She is. For now."
Eve smiled, sorting through a pile of knives and guns and other bad things (no touching guns) on a table in front of her. "Oh, I see. Well, you can call her name if you like." Eve picked up a knife, tumbling it over her fingers idly. She seemed to be contemplating something.
"I won't fight you or try to run," River said, head hanging down. "It's safe to untie me."
Eve chuckled. "You know they warned me you were psychic."
"But so are you," River said, lifting her head.
Eve raised an eyebrow. "Am I now." Disbelief and dismissal radiated from her in waves, but River couldn't hear the thoughts behind the feelings.
"I can tell your emotions. You feel very loudly, you know. But not what you're thinking. It's like your mind is blank, blank blackness, black," black as coal, black as death, black as pitch, black the universe outside that window... "Except it's not, it can't be, so you have some kind of ability you haven't developed or tapped into yet. But you're instinctively blocking me out."
Eve rolled her eyes. "Okay, I'm psychic. Whatever you say."
"You are," River said quietly, head hanging down again.
"You say it's safe to cut you down?"
River nodded.
Eve was suddenly behind her again, pulling her head back and pressing a knife to her throat. "You fight, or run, or even look at me wrong, and I'll snap the mechanic's neck myself." Eve thumbed a contact pad on the cuffs, catching River with one arm as she fell. She moved River over to a pallet on the floor, little more than a slightly-thicker-than-normal blanket just tossed there, and it didn't cushion River's fall when Eve dropped her down.
Eve liked her knives and guns, River discovered, liked threatening her with the knives, making her tremble (although River could tell she didn't actually intend to cut and so just hoped she was acting fear convincingly). After awhile River gave up and let herself enjoy it, and her shivers became real desire rather than fake fear, and when Eve reached under her skirt she grinned at finding smooth skin, slick with arousal.
"I can help you," River said, forgetting that this was about ten minutes too early to bring it up, suddenly reminded when the cold barrel of a gun River wasn't aware of Eve having slid inside her.
But then Eve glowed amusement. "Oh yeah?" she said, twisting the gun and thrusting it in and out a few times. "How can you help me? You're looking pretty helpless right now."
River squirmed, biting her lip. Eve smiled and brushed her thumb over the teen's lips, laughing delightedly as the little thing bit indelicately at the digit. But then River managed to come back to herself, releasing the finger to speak.
"With your ability. I can help you. Teach you to use it -- ah!" The smooth barrel of the gun had slid all the way out and then back in, making River jump.
"Maybe I'd rather have that money," Eve said, and clicked the barrel of the gun back. River gasped, eyes widening when she heard the sound. There was no bullet in the chamber but the gun was loaded and unreliable and there was a 50/50 chance that, if Eve pulled the trigger, there would be a shot rather than a harmless click. It aroused her even more.
"Think about it though," River panted, breathless. "What's the reward for us? Five hundred? How much more could you make if you knew where someone was at any time, just had to think about them to find them? Could reach into someone's brain and find out what they want and what they can give? You could have--mm!--millions."
Eve seemed to consider it, even as the gun continued to move and twist, River writhing on the ground. "And in return?"
"Let us go and don't try to catch us or turn us in ever." Turning, turning, ballerina in a jewelry box, earrings, necklace, pearl necklace, dirty, muddy, muddled, blurry, bad vision, blind, fucked blind, close, fuck...
"If you don't die when I pull this trigger," Eve whispered, low and conspiratorial, "it's your lucky day."
River's breath hitched in her chest and the gun stopped moving. There was a clack as the trigger was pulled and at the same time River was coming, tumbling end over end through the verse for what seemed like forever until she fell with a thud, shaking, onto the deck of a gritty ship with a blanket under her.
"All right," Eve said, wiping the gun off with a rag. "You've got a deal. You help me and we leave you alone." Eve picked up her radio and told her crew to untie and set loose Serenity's crew, let them go back to their own ship, but stay docked.
"And just remember something," River said.
"What?"
"If you try to betray us, I can kill you with my brain."