Firefly Piece: Life of a Stranger
Title: Life of a Stranger
Author: Luxuria Oceanus
Disclaimer: I don’t own firefly, it’s owned by a brilliant man named Joss, and boy do we love him for it.
Rating: PG
Pairings: Mal/River
Notes: A very *very* short piece, really. I was watching another video on YouTube, heard a song and it just clicked in my head. The song is called “Life of a Stranger” by Nadia. I have to admit the song doesn't really fit the story I wrote, but it inspired it lol So yes, this is yet another piece inspired by a song (and I promise you, it won’t be the last), but this one will leave you wanting to throw me with something, and on that note *disappears*
Life of a Stranger
River observed him from the doorway of the bridge. She would often stand there for an hour or so. She would wait until he fell asleep to move closer like a lion, moving slowly, closer to her prey. When she got close enough to feel his breath close to her face she would start imagining his blue eyes staring into her.
‘Who are you Malcolm Reynolds?’ she thought letting her fingers hover around his face, but not touching him. She knew who he was. She knew the facts. She knew about his past, his childhood, his teenage years, the war, and his life on Serenity, but she wanted to know more. She wanted to know his soul. It was a stranger to her. A stranger he would not let her meet. She wanted to understand. She wanted to know why he was helping her. She wanted to know why he had tried to turn back on them so many times, but didn’t. Why did he risk his life for them? Why did he risk his life for her? Why did he think one thing, yet do another? Why did his heart beat just a little faster than usual when she touched him?
Mal shifted in his seat, making her smile, as he let out a little groan. He was still asleep, but he wasn’t out cold. She was sure of that. She unbuttoned the buttons of his shirt slowly, just to see the flesh within. She wanted to know if his chest could tell her a story, or maybe she just wanted to feel it. She drew her hand back as soon as she touched him. He had moved again. ‘Too soon’ she thought. She had touched him too soon. She circled him, walking on her tip toes, as she kept one hand a few inches above his head. She could see his dreams.
They were peaceful tonight. There were no battles, no deaths or agony. He was just dreaming. ‘Why did you do it? Why did you risk your life for mine? Who'd have done the same for you? Who'd have saved you just in time?’ she wondered. Simon had saved her from the Academy, this she knew, but this man, this puzzling man, kept them here when he had made it clear they were not wanted. Simon was a pain in his ass and she was a danger to his crew. ‘What made you stop and turn around?’ she wondered. ‘Are we part of your crew? Am I part of your crew? Or am I something more?’ she wondered.
She knew Mal wasn’t the man to answer any of these questions. He wouldn’t. He wasn’t the type to answer questions like those, not truthfully at least, and River always knew when he was lying. He couldn’t lie to her and maybe that was why he avoided her often. ‘What are you hiding?’ she wondered. She sighed as she did a small dance around him, circling him slowly, letting her feet work their way around them through her entrancing dance. ‘Are you afraid? I’m not crazy anymore, not entirely anyway’ she thought with a grin, ‘I understand things now. I see things differently. I see you differently. Do you know this?’ she wondered.
After the Miranda incident River had gotten better. Simon had said that she was improving. She was talking like she used to before the academy, but there were days that if the air in Serenity was heavy, if the emotions and thoughts were heavy, she went back to speaking like a broken child. She was strong, she was a weapon, but she could not control their thoughts and emotions. She could not shut them out. She stopped moving once she felt him sleep finally. He was beyond reach, and if she was careful enough, she wouldn’t wake him. She stood in front of him, pushing her face inches from his. She smiled.
‘You are a puzzling man, Malcolm Reynolds. A very puzzling man’ she thought with a grin as she allowed herself to sit on his lap, but putting as little of her weight on him as possible. She placed her head on his shoulder and looked up at him smiling. She traced her fingers on his lips. She lifted her head, her lips inches away from him, and she finally pressed them against his. When Mal opened his eyes she was already sitting on Wash’s seat with a very happy look on her face. “Hey lil’ albatross” he muttered stretching.
She didn’t say anything, smiled and left. Mal raised his eyebrow and grinned. He touched his lips and shook his head. He could’ve sworn he felt someone kiss him before he woke up, and a part of him didn’t have to guess who it was.
~*~*~*~The End~*~*~*~
Author: Luxuria Oceanus
Disclaimer: I don’t own firefly, it’s owned by a brilliant man named Joss, and boy do we love him for it.
Rating: PG
Pairings: Mal/River
Notes: A very *very* short piece, really. I was watching another video on YouTube, heard a song and it just clicked in my head. The song is called “Life of a Stranger” by Nadia. I have to admit the song doesn't really fit the story I wrote, but it inspired it lol So yes, this is yet another piece inspired by a song (and I promise you, it won’t be the last), but this one will leave you wanting to throw me with something, and on that note *disappears*
Life of a Stranger
River observed him from the doorway of the bridge. She would often stand there for an hour or so. She would wait until he fell asleep to move closer like a lion, moving slowly, closer to her prey. When she got close enough to feel his breath close to her face she would start imagining his blue eyes staring into her.
‘Who are you Malcolm Reynolds?’ she thought letting her fingers hover around his face, but not touching him. She knew who he was. She knew the facts. She knew about his past, his childhood, his teenage years, the war, and his life on Serenity, but she wanted to know more. She wanted to know his soul. It was a stranger to her. A stranger he would not let her meet. She wanted to understand. She wanted to know why he was helping her. She wanted to know why he had tried to turn back on them so many times, but didn’t. Why did he risk his life for them? Why did he risk his life for her? Why did he think one thing, yet do another? Why did his heart beat just a little faster than usual when she touched him?
Mal shifted in his seat, making her smile, as he let out a little groan. He was still asleep, but he wasn’t out cold. She was sure of that. She unbuttoned the buttons of his shirt slowly, just to see the flesh within. She wanted to know if his chest could tell her a story, or maybe she just wanted to feel it. She drew her hand back as soon as she touched him. He had moved again. ‘Too soon’ she thought. She had touched him too soon. She circled him, walking on her tip toes, as she kept one hand a few inches above his head. She could see his dreams.
They were peaceful tonight. There were no battles, no deaths or agony. He was just dreaming. ‘Why did you do it? Why did you risk your life for mine? Who'd have done the same for you? Who'd have saved you just in time?’ she wondered. Simon had saved her from the Academy, this she knew, but this man, this puzzling man, kept them here when he had made it clear they were not wanted. Simon was a pain in his ass and she was a danger to his crew. ‘What made you stop and turn around?’ she wondered. ‘Are we part of your crew? Am I part of your crew? Or am I something more?’ she wondered.
She knew Mal wasn’t the man to answer any of these questions. He wouldn’t. He wasn’t the type to answer questions like those, not truthfully at least, and River always knew when he was lying. He couldn’t lie to her and maybe that was why he avoided her often. ‘What are you hiding?’ she wondered. She sighed as she did a small dance around him, circling him slowly, letting her feet work their way around them through her entrancing dance. ‘Are you afraid? I’m not crazy anymore, not entirely anyway’ she thought with a grin, ‘I understand things now. I see things differently. I see you differently. Do you know this?’ she wondered.
After the Miranda incident River had gotten better. Simon had said that she was improving. She was talking like she used to before the academy, but there were days that if the air in Serenity was heavy, if the emotions and thoughts were heavy, she went back to speaking like a broken child. She was strong, she was a weapon, but she could not control their thoughts and emotions. She could not shut them out. She stopped moving once she felt him sleep finally. He was beyond reach, and if she was careful enough, she wouldn’t wake him. She stood in front of him, pushing her face inches from his. She smiled.
‘You are a puzzling man, Malcolm Reynolds. A very puzzling man’ she thought with a grin as she allowed herself to sit on his lap, but putting as little of her weight on him as possible. She placed her head on his shoulder and looked up at him smiling. She traced her fingers on his lips. She lifted her head, her lips inches away from him, and she finally pressed them against his. When Mal opened his eyes she was already sitting on Wash’s seat with a very happy look on her face. “Hey lil’ albatross” he muttered stretching.
She didn’t say anything, smiled and left. Mal raised his eyebrow and grinned. He touched his lips and shook his head. He could’ve sworn he felt someone kiss him before he woke up, and a part of him didn’t have to guess who it was.
~*~*~*~The End~*~*~*~