strawberries and starships
Lol, the challenge yesterday over at comment_fic was to write something in three sentences, and I am all over that like white on rice. Having said that, most of the good prompts were gone by the time I got back from work.
Anyway, have three sentences of Firefly/Star Trek Reboot crossover. Kirk/Kaylee.
Star Trek: XI/Firefly, James T. Kirk/Kaylee Frye, strawberries & starships - three sentences only
So he orders her a strawberry daiquiri from across the bar, catches her grin tight between his lashes and sidles over like it’s easy, like she is, murmuring innuendo about starships and big engines and teleporters that has her grinning in a way she probably wouldn’t have if she hadn’t watched Simon fall apart again a few hours earlier.
But this guy, boy, man, he isn’t Simon, but he’s warm and willing and she can trace him like this, when he’s beneath her, lets her tongue trace the lines his streamlined muscles make in the surface of his skin, in the nooks and crannies of his ribcage, collar bone, throat, somehow too fragile beneath her lips and her fingers, beneath her. He kisses her, and it’s almost a relief to think Kirk will never be hers enough to have to put back together.
Anyway, have three sentences of Firefly/Star Trek Reboot crossover. Kirk/Kaylee.
Star Trek: XI/Firefly, James T. Kirk/Kaylee Frye, strawberries & starships - three sentences only
So he orders her a strawberry daiquiri from across the bar, catches her grin tight between his lashes and sidles over like it’s easy, like she is, murmuring innuendo about starships and big engines and teleporters that has her grinning in a way she probably wouldn’t have if she hadn’t watched Simon fall apart again a few hours earlier.
But this guy, boy, man, he isn’t Simon, but he’s warm and willing and she can trace him like this, when he’s beneath her, lets her tongue trace the lines his streamlined muscles make in the surface of his skin, in the nooks and crannies of his ribcage, collar bone, throat, somehow too fragile beneath her lips and her fingers, beneath her. He kisses her, and it’s almost a relief to think Kirk will never be hers enough to have to put back together.