Human (Firefly, Inara/Kaylee, Challenge 41: Supernatural)
Title: Human (for Challenge #41: Supernatural)
Author: Angie
Site: Girlie Stuff
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Kaylee/Inara
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 200
A/N: No relation to any episode in particular.
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When confronted with something that is so far from your understanding of humanity as to be unrecognisable as such, the natural reaction is to seek out the most human thing you know.
The word chills your blood. Reavers. When it is spoken over the intercom in Wash’s hushed tones you know that every moment that passes could be your last. So you go to her.
You crush your lips against hers and drink in her warmth. You look into her eyes and see love and fear and hope and despair. Everything about her is real and honest: from callused hands to tear-stained cheeks. You wipe at the tear-tracks, cupping her face and bringing her in for one more kiss. Just one more.
You hold her to you and wait. Your mouth is inches from hers and her short, panting breaths moisten your lips. You don’t know whether the thudding in your ears is your heart or hers. But it doesn’t matter as she pulls you closer and you turn your face into her hair. If you are to meet your end at the hands of men gone wrong, you want to be in her arms when it comes to pass.
Author: Angie
Site: Girlie Stuff
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Kaylee/Inara
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 200
A/N: No relation to any episode in particular.
*****
When confronted with something that is so far from your understanding of humanity as to be unrecognisable as such, the natural reaction is to seek out the most human thing you know.
The word chills your blood. Reavers. When it is spoken over the intercom in Wash’s hushed tones you know that every moment that passes could be your last. So you go to her.
You crush your lips against hers and drink in her warmth. You look into her eyes and see love and fear and hope and despair. Everything about her is real and honest: from callused hands to tear-stained cheeks. You wipe at the tear-tracks, cupping her face and bringing her in for one more kiss. Just one more.
You hold her to you and wait. Your mouth is inches from hers and her short, panting breaths moisten your lips. You don’t know whether the thudding in your ears is your heart or hers. But it doesn’t matter as she pulls you closer and you turn your face into her hair. If you are to meet your end at the hands of men gone wrong, you want to be in her arms when it comes to pass.