Fic - Lovely Curves
Title: Lovely Curves
Series: Firefly
Character/Relationships: Jayne, Kaylee, Mal, Book
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: adult language/discussion
Beta: firefly124
Disclaimer I do not own the show Firefly nor the characters therein. Any original concept and characters are my own.
Summary: Art is always open to interpretation.
Author's Note: Originally written for the jossverse_las challenge. The prompt was "Art."
LovelyCurves
“We risked our gorram lives for that piece of junk?”
“I think its pretty,” Kaylee said as she plucked the sculpture from Jayne’s manly hands.
“You would. It’s got curves and is all… well, it’s pink Mal.” Jayne let out a huff, sitting on the stairs that led into the cargo hold.
“I don’t care if it’s pink, pearl, magenta, or fuchsia - we have a buyer for it on New Haven who is willing to pay in hard currency for it,” the Captain said as he grabbed the statue from Kaylee’s hands.
“Be careful, Captain. It’s so delicate.”
“Yeah well, I don’t even know what it is.” Mal peered at the statue, looking into the hole that ran through the center of it. “What is this even for?”
“It’s a sacred ‘chalice’ for the fertility rituals of the New Dam tribe. Chalice being the only equitable word for their particular vernacular for it, although, it does hold the honored ‘life-giver’ in it,” Shepherd Book replied as he entered the cargo hold. He watched as Mal stuck his finger through the hole.
“What exactly is a ‘life-giver’ Preacher?”
“Penis.”
“What?” Mal quickly pulled his finger from the hole.
“You mean some tae mah de sticks their who-ha through where Mal was just fondling-”
“I was not fondling it, you hwoon dahn.”
“Wu de tyen ah…” Book muttered under his breath. He snatched the relic from Mal’s hands and gently placed it with Kaylee. “Perhaps it would be safer in Inara’s quarters until we get to New Haven.”
“Sounds perfect,” Kaylee replied, smiling up at him. She hurried past Jayne and headed up the stairs for Inara’s shuttle.
“Is that really the best place for a fertility-god-blessed-thing?” Jayne asked, looking after her. He fell forward as Mal slapped him hard on the back. “What was that for?”
“Making sure your eyes stay in your head and ass stays in your quarters,” Mal stated, sneering at Jayne. “Wouldn’t want you sleepwalking into the airlock during the night.”
Jayne glared at Mal and then left in a huff, heading for his bunk. Mal watched him go, hands on his hips, never letting his guard down. He turned to Book.
“Was that really a fertility chalice?”
“You could look it up for yourself, Captain.” Book grinned and headed for the mess hall, not paying attention to the words Mal said under his breath.
Series: Firefly
Character/Relationships: Jayne, Kaylee, Mal, Book
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: adult language/discussion
Beta: firefly124
Disclaimer I do not own the show Firefly nor the characters therein. Any original concept and characters are my own.
Summary: Art is always open to interpretation.
Author's Note: Originally written for the jossverse_las challenge. The prompt was "Art."
LovelyCurves
“We risked our gorram lives for that piece of junk?”
“I think its pretty,” Kaylee said as she plucked the sculpture from Jayne’s manly hands.
“You would. It’s got curves and is all… well, it’s pink Mal.” Jayne let out a huff, sitting on the stairs that led into the cargo hold.
“I don’t care if it’s pink, pearl, magenta, or fuchsia - we have a buyer for it on New Haven who is willing to pay in hard currency for it,” the Captain said as he grabbed the statue from Kaylee’s hands.
“Be careful, Captain. It’s so delicate.”
“Yeah well, I don’t even know what it is.” Mal peered at the statue, looking into the hole that ran through the center of it. “What is this even for?”
“It’s a sacred ‘chalice’ for the fertility rituals of the New Dam tribe. Chalice being the only equitable word for their particular vernacular for it, although, it does hold the honored ‘life-giver’ in it,” Shepherd Book replied as he entered the cargo hold. He watched as Mal stuck his finger through the hole.
“What exactly is a ‘life-giver’ Preacher?”
“Penis.”
“What?” Mal quickly pulled his finger from the hole.
“You mean some tae mah de sticks their who-ha through where Mal was just fondling-”
“I was not fondling it, you hwoon dahn.”
“Wu de tyen ah…” Book muttered under his breath. He snatched the relic from Mal’s hands and gently placed it with Kaylee. “Perhaps it would be safer in Inara’s quarters until we get to New Haven.”
“Sounds perfect,” Kaylee replied, smiling up at him. She hurried past Jayne and headed up the stairs for Inara’s shuttle.
“Is that really the best place for a fertility-god-blessed-thing?” Jayne asked, looking after her. He fell forward as Mal slapped him hard on the back. “What was that for?”
“Making sure your eyes stay in your head and ass stays in your quarters,” Mal stated, sneering at Jayne. “Wouldn’t want you sleepwalking into the airlock during the night.”
Jayne glared at Mal and then left in a huff, heading for his bunk. Mal watched him go, hands on his hips, never letting his guard down. He turned to Book.
“Was that really a fertility chalice?”
“You could look it up for yourself, Captain.” Book grinned and headed for the mess hall, not paying attention to the words Mal said under his breath.