Suspended: Mal/River: Short Fic: NC-17: >2000 word count
Title: Suspended
Word Count: 2000 ish words
Author: hisalbatross aka thefalloficarus
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters; I just like to play
with them. Joss is Boss though, and don't you forget it! ;)
Rating: NC-17
Characters: River, Mal (Mal/River)
Spoilers/Warnings: Post-BDM
Summary: This is my first song fic and my first fic of the naughty contect. lol. thank you luxuria_oceanus for betaing it for me, and I'm sorry if it's not quite up to everyone's smut par, but I did try :) Oh and this song is Suspended- by Matt Nathanson
When you lead me
And fit around my tongue
It's so easy, to forget that I'm lost
Spent all of my life
Waiting for something
To lift me, to numb me, to define it all
Mal wasn't sure how it happened, but over the course of months flying together, talking together, sharing air and moments that were all their own, something changed in the way he felt towards little River Tam. He had always wanted to watch her, protect her, but now he wanted more, he wanted to hold her, and be held by her: Kept warm in the shelter of her grace.
The realization came to him one night late in the endless darkness of space, when the rest of the crew was fast asleep. River had just told a story about her childhood and Simon in that stylistically poetic way that Mal was growing to not only understand, but love, and Mal found himself laughing so hard that tears threatened to spill forth. With a sigh, and a show of restraint he wiped at them and shook his head.
"Sunshine," He said, turning to her beatifically smiling face. "I'm beginning to like this."
He watch her turn her head slightly, coyly, the smile only widening. A moment later he watched as her eyes flicked back to his, and a moment later there she was, in front of his seat, kneeling before him, leaning in closely, starring intently into his eyes. "They're finally laughing again." She said finally, and Mal was only too aware of the mere inches of space remaining between them.
'Cause all I want to be is the minute that you hold me in
When you pretend that I'm all that you waited for
Time slips to nothing and I'm better than I've ever been
I'm suspended
Mal wasn't sure who leaned in first, the only thing he was fully aware of was lips and heat and the taste of dinner mixed with an unmistakable sweetness that Mal assumed was River herself. He felt a hand running up through his hair, the other slipped around his waist, up his back, holding, clutching to him. He responded to her touches with passion, taking fistfuls of her gauzy dress, and silken hair in his hands, closing around her.
He felt a slipping of fabric and then warm hands touching bare flesh and he realized she slipped under his shirt and was caressing his back. It had been so long since Mal had been touched, not since Nandi, and the sensations River brought were new and wholey different than the ones experienced so many months ago. The feel of her pressed against him, his hands free to roam, left him wanting more, and she in turn pressed harder, their kiss deepening, mouths opening, receiving exploring tongues as teeth gnashed together with unrelenting zeal.
With your breathing, filling up my lungs
I can almost believe that I'm almost enough
Spent all of my life emptied of anthems
and bracing for something that never did come
Mal had River pressed against the cockpit floor. He leaned down, trailing a line of kisses down the side of her neck, breathing deep, filling himself with the scent of her. River trailed long slow strokes up hiS back, her eyes closed enjoying the sensations his attentions sent through her body. She slipped small hands to his front and slowly began undoing buttons, the passion of moments before boiled down to searing langorous movements, that buzzed and burned with a hidden sense of urgency.
Mal hesitated for a moment, caught in his indecision: suspended. He wanted this moment more than any other, wanted to feel himself above her, inside, part of her very core. He hadn't understood just how much until the moment presented itself to him, yet still he hesitated. She was so young, so fragile, and something inside him couldn't quite overcome these thoughts, and the magnitude of being with his Albatross.
As if sensing this River leaned forward, her hand slid to the back of his head, and her lips found his ear, her breath tickling something deep inside him, as the fingers of her free hand slid down past his waistband, and over the smooth skin of his backside. "Sunshine." She whispered. "I'm beginning to like this." She finished, echoing his previous words. She took the lobe of his ear into her mouth, biting gently, while her hand circled round, finding his hard shaft, engulfing it, causing a guttural moan to escape from Mal's lips as he bit into her neck, bruising it.
"I'm beginning to like it." He agreed, his breath coming faster than before as her fingers slipped out and away, loosening the buttons of his notoriously tightpants.
'Cause all I want to be is the minute that you hold me in
When you pretend that I'm all that you waited for
Time slips to nothing and I'm better than I've ever been
I'm suspended
Mal slid his hands up River's side allowing himself to linger over her hips and breasts as he raised the thin fabric of her dress upwards. He allowed her some room to wriggle completely out of the garment and then laid himself on her, letting his full weight press down on her with his body as his lips found hers. Her skin felt like smooth warm silk beneath his, and the sensations it evoked were almost too much for him. He leaned back, pulling away from her and allowed his eyes to roam over her alabaster skin, stretched naked before him for the first time. Her small breasts heaved before him, their pert nipples standing erect from a combination of excitement and cold.
Mal bent down, his mouth taking in the swollen nub tentatively, sucking at it cautiously. When this elicited murmurs of please, he allowed himself more freedom and fervor, one hand trailing to her free breast, massaging it, pinching and tweaking, while his other hand traveled to her hips, skirting the line of her plain white panties, wanting desperately to be inside their warmth. After a moment he switched sides, lavishing attention to her other breast, and bravely inched his hand down feeling the heat and moisture of her mound through the fabric of her panties. River's breathing quickened, and Mal felt her nails dig into his back She made soft keening noises, and Mal felt himself harden to an almost painful degree.
He began to trail nibbles, licks and kisses down her taught abdomen, seeking out the source of the warm, musty sex smell that had filled the cockpit, when River pulled him back. She looked at him from beneath hooded eyes, his own swimming with the primal urge for sex, and she brought him to her, kissing him softly, rolling him over. She licked down his abdomen in a crude gesture that Mal found surprisingly erotic, and wasted no time slipping her hands into his trousers, hooking her thumbs and inching them down, freeing the full length of his hardened cock. When he was finally nude before her she kneeled, taking his member into her hand gently, rubbing and caressing it.
Mal took in a hissing breath at her touch and closed his eyes for a moment, his mind swimming. When he felt something white hot engulf his penis his eyes shot open and the sight and feel of River working her mouth slowly over his cock was almost enough to send him over the edge. He let out another deep moan and River looked up smiling at him. "Not yet." She said, returning to his mouth, kissing him deeply. He tasted himself on her now, and she allowed him to roll her over, his hips on top of hers as she worked her final article of clothing off, adding it to the pile already decorating the cockpit floor.
It's not enough to stay surrounded
It's not enough to stay awake, torn, braced, cornered
and not feel alive
Mal looked into River's eyes now and she gave him a nod, her final acquiescence, and Mal lower himself to her. He slipped inside her slowly; so slowly it was almost painful for him. She hissed and whimpered as he filled her, tearing her open for the first time, and he felt as though his heart had thundered to a halt. It was only when she wriggled her hips that he realized his progress had halted as well. Slowly he continued, pushing himself in to the hilt and then slowly pulling himself back out. After a few moments River urged him on, allowing him to pick up the excruciatingly slow pace. Gradually Mal increased his speed, only feeling truly comfortable once he heard a moan of pleasure escape him Albatross' lips.
River leaned up and kissed Mal once more, and she bucked her hips to meet his movements. The metal floor of the cockpit ground at his knees, but he continued on, swiveling his hips slightly as he thrust into her warm hot core. He listened to the small moans and murmurs River made, and felt the warm beads of sweat that began to form as skin brushed skin over and over again.
Mal felt all the muscles in his body tightening and he knew he wouldn't last much longer and he slid a hand between them, moving to her clit, rubbing in quick circles that countered the thrusting circles of his hips. River took a ragged breath then, her hands digging in to the cheeks of his ass, running up his back, drawing blood as they went. There was a moment then, as if reaching a precipice without halting: He felt weightless, suspended. The moment broke and he spilled over, into her, his muscles tightening in that pleasurable way, and he felt her tighten around him, taking him in and all that he had to offer.
'Cause all i want to be is the minute that you hold me in
When you pretend that I'm all that you waited for
Time slips to nothing and I'm better than I've ever been
He remained there inside her for a moment, breathless, sweaty and utterly satisfied. He took his shirt from the floor and slipped it over her as he rolled to the side, unsheathing himself from her in a movement that was almost painful.
River smiled over at him, the sex melted from her expression replaced with a sleepy sort of care. He reached over and stroked her cheek, wanting to know if he had hurt her, when she shook her head.
"I'm suspended." She said, in a dreamy tone. A frown furrowed Mal's brow and she quickly added, "Suspended in warmth, and happiness and love." Which causeD Mal to smile in return. They were quiet for a moment more when she leaned over and kissed him. "How are you? How do you feel?"
Mal looked at her, watched her smiling at him, and thought about the question. Several answers came to his mind: sore, satisfied, hot, old, but when he went to respond something entirely different escaped his lips. He found himself answering with total honesty, shedding his typical sarcasm and wit. What he felt was something he hadn't felt in years, and he caressed her cheek gently before answering, "Alive, Bao Bai, I feel alive."
Word Count: 2000 ish words
Author: hisalbatross aka thefalloficarus
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters; I just like to play
with them. Joss is Boss though, and don't you forget it! ;)
Rating: NC-17
Characters: River, Mal (Mal/River)
Spoilers/Warnings: Post-BDM
Summary: This is my first song fic and my first fic of the naughty contect. lol. thank you luxuria_oceanus for betaing it for me, and I'm sorry if it's not quite up to everyone's smut par, but I did try :) Oh and this song is Suspended- by Matt Nathanson
When you lead me
And fit around my tongue
It's so easy, to forget that I'm lost
Spent all of my life
Waiting for something
To lift me, to numb me, to define it all
Mal wasn't sure how it happened, but over the course of months flying together, talking together, sharing air and moments that were all their own, something changed in the way he felt towards little River Tam. He had always wanted to watch her, protect her, but now he wanted more, he wanted to hold her, and be held by her: Kept warm in the shelter of her grace.
The realization came to him one night late in the endless darkness of space, when the rest of the crew was fast asleep. River had just told a story about her childhood and Simon in that stylistically poetic way that Mal was growing to not only understand, but love, and Mal found himself laughing so hard that tears threatened to spill forth. With a sigh, and a show of restraint he wiped at them and shook his head.
"Sunshine," He said, turning to her beatifically smiling face. "I'm beginning to like this."
He watch her turn her head slightly, coyly, the smile only widening. A moment later he watched as her eyes flicked back to his, and a moment later there she was, in front of his seat, kneeling before him, leaning in closely, starring intently into his eyes. "They're finally laughing again." She said finally, and Mal was only too aware of the mere inches of space remaining between them.
'Cause all I want to be is the minute that you hold me in
When you pretend that I'm all that you waited for
Time slips to nothing and I'm better than I've ever been
I'm suspended
Mal wasn't sure who leaned in first, the only thing he was fully aware of was lips and heat and the taste of dinner mixed with an unmistakable sweetness that Mal assumed was River herself. He felt a hand running up through his hair, the other slipped around his waist, up his back, holding, clutching to him. He responded to her touches with passion, taking fistfuls of her gauzy dress, and silken hair in his hands, closing around her.
He felt a slipping of fabric and then warm hands touching bare flesh and he realized she slipped under his shirt and was caressing his back. It had been so long since Mal had been touched, not since Nandi, and the sensations River brought were new and wholey different than the ones experienced so many months ago. The feel of her pressed against him, his hands free to roam, left him wanting more, and she in turn pressed harder, their kiss deepening, mouths opening, receiving exploring tongues as teeth gnashed together with unrelenting zeal.
With your breathing, filling up my lungs
I can almost believe that I'm almost enough
Spent all of my life emptied of anthems
and bracing for something that never did come
Mal had River pressed against the cockpit floor. He leaned down, trailing a line of kisses down the side of her neck, breathing deep, filling himself with the scent of her. River trailed long slow strokes up hiS back, her eyes closed enjoying the sensations his attentions sent through her body. She slipped small hands to his front and slowly began undoing buttons, the passion of moments before boiled down to searing langorous movements, that buzzed and burned with a hidden sense of urgency.
Mal hesitated for a moment, caught in his indecision: suspended. He wanted this moment more than any other, wanted to feel himself above her, inside, part of her very core. He hadn't understood just how much until the moment presented itself to him, yet still he hesitated. She was so young, so fragile, and something inside him couldn't quite overcome these thoughts, and the magnitude of being with his Albatross.
As if sensing this River leaned forward, her hand slid to the back of his head, and her lips found his ear, her breath tickling something deep inside him, as the fingers of her free hand slid down past his waistband, and over the smooth skin of his backside. "Sunshine." She whispered. "I'm beginning to like this." She finished, echoing his previous words. She took the lobe of his ear into her mouth, biting gently, while her hand circled round, finding his hard shaft, engulfing it, causing a guttural moan to escape from Mal's lips as he bit into her neck, bruising it.
"I'm beginning to like it." He agreed, his breath coming faster than before as her fingers slipped out and away, loosening the buttons of his notoriously tightpants.
'Cause all I want to be is the minute that you hold me in
When you pretend that I'm all that you waited for
Time slips to nothing and I'm better than I've ever been
I'm suspended
Mal slid his hands up River's side allowing himself to linger over her hips and breasts as he raised the thin fabric of her dress upwards. He allowed her some room to wriggle completely out of the garment and then laid himself on her, letting his full weight press down on her with his body as his lips found hers. Her skin felt like smooth warm silk beneath his, and the sensations it evoked were almost too much for him. He leaned back, pulling away from her and allowed his eyes to roam over her alabaster skin, stretched naked before him for the first time. Her small breasts heaved before him, their pert nipples standing erect from a combination of excitement and cold.
Mal bent down, his mouth taking in the swollen nub tentatively, sucking at it cautiously. When this elicited murmurs of please, he allowed himself more freedom and fervor, one hand trailing to her free breast, massaging it, pinching and tweaking, while his other hand traveled to her hips, skirting the line of her plain white panties, wanting desperately to be inside their warmth. After a moment he switched sides, lavishing attention to her other breast, and bravely inched his hand down feeling the heat and moisture of her mound through the fabric of her panties. River's breathing quickened, and Mal felt her nails dig into his back She made soft keening noises, and Mal felt himself harden to an almost painful degree.
He began to trail nibbles, licks and kisses down her taught abdomen, seeking out the source of the warm, musty sex smell that had filled the cockpit, when River pulled him back. She looked at him from beneath hooded eyes, his own swimming with the primal urge for sex, and she brought him to her, kissing him softly, rolling him over. She licked down his abdomen in a crude gesture that Mal found surprisingly erotic, and wasted no time slipping her hands into his trousers, hooking her thumbs and inching them down, freeing the full length of his hardened cock. When he was finally nude before her she kneeled, taking his member into her hand gently, rubbing and caressing it.
Mal took in a hissing breath at her touch and closed his eyes for a moment, his mind swimming. When he felt something white hot engulf his penis his eyes shot open and the sight and feel of River working her mouth slowly over his cock was almost enough to send him over the edge. He let out another deep moan and River looked up smiling at him. "Not yet." She said, returning to his mouth, kissing him deeply. He tasted himself on her now, and she allowed him to roll her over, his hips on top of hers as she worked her final article of clothing off, adding it to the pile already decorating the cockpit floor.
It's not enough to stay surrounded
It's not enough to stay awake, torn, braced, cornered
and not feel alive
Mal looked into River's eyes now and she gave him a nod, her final acquiescence, and Mal lower himself to her. He slipped inside her slowly; so slowly it was almost painful for him. She hissed and whimpered as he filled her, tearing her open for the first time, and he felt as though his heart had thundered to a halt. It was only when she wriggled her hips that he realized his progress had halted as well. Slowly he continued, pushing himself in to the hilt and then slowly pulling himself back out. After a few moments River urged him on, allowing him to pick up the excruciatingly slow pace. Gradually Mal increased his speed, only feeling truly comfortable once he heard a moan of pleasure escape him Albatross' lips.
River leaned up and kissed Mal once more, and she bucked her hips to meet his movements. The metal floor of the cockpit ground at his knees, but he continued on, swiveling his hips slightly as he thrust into her warm hot core. He listened to the small moans and murmurs River made, and felt the warm beads of sweat that began to form as skin brushed skin over and over again.
Mal felt all the muscles in his body tightening and he knew he wouldn't last much longer and he slid a hand between them, moving to her clit, rubbing in quick circles that countered the thrusting circles of his hips. River took a ragged breath then, her hands digging in to the cheeks of his ass, running up his back, drawing blood as they went. There was a moment then, as if reaching a precipice without halting: He felt weightless, suspended. The moment broke and he spilled over, into her, his muscles tightening in that pleasurable way, and he felt her tighten around him, taking him in and all that he had to offer.
'Cause all i want to be is the minute that you hold me in
When you pretend that I'm all that you waited for
Time slips to nothing and I'm better than I've ever been
He remained there inside her for a moment, breathless, sweaty and utterly satisfied. He took his shirt from the floor and slipped it over her as he rolled to the side, unsheathing himself from her in a movement that was almost painful.
River smiled over at him, the sex melted from her expression replaced with a sleepy sort of care. He reached over and stroked her cheek, wanting to know if he had hurt her, when she shook her head.
"I'm suspended." She said, in a dreamy tone. A frown furrowed Mal's brow and she quickly added, "Suspended in warmth, and happiness and love." Which causeD Mal to smile in return. They were quiet for a moment more when she leaned over and kissed him. "How are you? How do you feel?"
Mal looked at her, watched her smiling at him, and thought about the question. Several answers came to his mind: sore, satisfied, hot, old, but when he went to respond something entirely different escaped his lips. He found himself answering with total honesty, shedding his typical sarcasm and wit. What he felt was something he hadn't felt in years, and he caressed her cheek gently before answering, "Alive, Bao Bai, I feel alive."