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Title: Pale Reverance
Rating: Hard R to NC-17
Author: drusillaschilde
Summary: River needs to find a connection.
Spoilers: Up to and after the movie Serenity.
Pairing: Mal/River
Note: Hi I am new to this community but I love Mal/River and was soooooo excited to find it!! This is my first Firefly fic so any constructive critisicm is loved to death. Remember I <3 Comments!!!
She walked through the ship. Her bare feet connected with the cool metal causing sharp stings of frosty pain throughout her nerve endings. Everyone was in their beds, Zoë filled to the brim with sedatives to keep the nightmares of Wash’s death at bay, Jayne snoring so loud it could be heard over the roaring engine, Inara was resting in her ever peaceful way and Simon and Kaylee were both in his bed. In her head she could hear their shared pants of ecstasy. She could feel in herself Kaylee’s hardening nipples and her brother’s swelling sex. A warm wetness developed in her.
She moved with silent grace through the metal home. Each room she passed making her feel emptier. She needed someone or something, but she didn’t know who or what. Then she saw him standing there his back uncovered to face her. He was fiddling with something in his hands, turning it over and over causing his shoulder blades to shift and his spine to protrude. Her wetness grew.
“What is it?” she asked staring at the tanned skin that covered the expanse of his body, excluding his lower half which was covered in baggy, black sweat pants. She tipped her head as she asked feeling a swish as her raven hair dipped on her shoulders.
“You’re the psychic shouldn’t you be the one telling me?” Mal answered his southern accent dripping with contempt. He continued to fiddle with the object, but his head was lifted and he didn’t seem as into it as he was before. He placed the object on the table by his bed with and audible clunk. “It’s just an old gear I was playin’ with. Gets a bit boring on the boats sometimes” He turned to face her.
“Sleep” she said “Is the job of the idle” He looked at her for a second and she could hear the negative thoughts reverberate through his mind. The “Remind me again why I let her stay on my boat”. He never did like her random thoughts. She walked up to him and grabbed the waist of his pants and pulled.
“Now wait a sec there, River” He said pulling his pants back into position. But she would hear none of it. She knew what she needed, some connection, if only for a minute. It would break not have it, to have him. She pulled him to her mouth and devoured his lips. She pressed her tongue into his cavern and began to move it in what she hoped was a caress. Fear gripped her body as to what his reaction would be. She could hear thoughts of doubt in both her and his mind and in her peripheral psyche she could still feel the nightmares of Zoë and the sweat filled coitus of her brother and his lover. Soon the captain’s tongue moved in time with hers and his eyes closed filled with the sensation of muscle on muscle.
His arms wrapped around her midsection as her two tiny hands mapped his chest. She felt the grooves of his strengthened muscles and she let the tips of her fingers trace the outer rings of his nipples and the scar on his right pectoral. His hands began to move as soon as hers did. One hand remained cupping the curve of her lower back while the other wandered. His roving hand left tingles in its wake as it moved from her left hip over her stomach up to cup her small breast. He kneaded and she moaned. His thumb rubbed her nipple and she pulled him closer. This was blissful.
When her mind was swimming with thoughts of only their pleasure she moved from the embrace. He stared at her. His face was flush and his lips were bruised. Confusion clouded his face and mind but her face remained its ever neutral look. She pulled her dark blue sundress over her head leaving her slender body exposed except for a small pair of matching panties. She let the dress fall to the ground watching it flow and ebb like her namesake. She slowly lowered her body onto his bed her eyes never leaving his reddened face. She settled herself on her back, her skull cushioned on his single stained pillow. She blinked once and continued to wait for him. He stood there for a few moments before following her onto his bed sheets.
He curled next to her staring with reverence towards her pale body. His strong hand moved across her stomach in slow circles, she could feel every callous ripple her flesh. Her dark eyes moved with that hand following it as it moved higher until it held her supple bosom. Her whole body shivered in pleasure and she closed her eyes as his mouth covered one areola, suckling it to a stony nub. His mouth moved lower and lower kissing and licking as it went. She grabbed the edge of his wool blanket in one hand and held it taut. He licked the loop of her navel and continued his descent. When he reached her sapphire under things he kept moving, suckling at her thighs and calves. The thought “I love these legs and feet, she’s like a ballerina on ‘em” was heard in her mind and she smiled and mused he might be suffering from a slight fetish. But soon all thoughts were lost because he had once again reached the underwear and this time pulled them free of her body so she was left open to him.
Her heated sex met the cold with a gasp from her chest. She left her thighs open for him waiting for his next move. He just stared at the sight before him his eyes and mind conveying emotions of awe. She wondered if he knew he would be her first. That no one had yet to touch her folds but her. She remembered years before being taken to the center her boyfriend Joey. How they had shared gentle kisses but nothing more. She remembered her first kiss and how scared she had been that she would ruin it somehow. Would she ruin this too?
He moved closer towards her apex and slithered a finger up and down her damp slit, causing a push of her hips when he hit her clit. He smiled at her enthusiasm and began to massage her raised bud in slow movements, tracing invisible designs in her womanhood. She hissed and grasped tighter at his wool blanket, feeling it scratch at her delicate palm. He moved his finger away from her clit and slid it into her warm channel, he swirled his finger around a bit getting her use to it before adding second. The two fingers’ pads scraped at her inner walls causing a flood of heat to fill her. His thumb moved to stimulate her bud while the two fingers remained in place stroking her hidden self. She could feel her orgasm nearing closer and closer. She panted and hitched her hips to his skilled hands until his ministrations met with a shuddering of pleasure that ripped in waves throughout her entire being as she came with silent gasps on his hand.
She opened her eyes and watched as he moved from the bed causing the springs to bounce with a small squeak. He stood upright looking at her pale form, a small point staring at her through his dark pants. He pulled them down and tossed them in a corner showing his self to her. His member pulsed red and erect. She tingled just looking at it.
“Are ya sure, River?” He asked. She heard him think he was taking advantage of her and her questionable mental state. Didn’t he know how much she wanted this? Wanted him? She sat there for a second staring at his hardened penis then looking into his eyes. One hand lay palm down on her pale stomach just above the navel whilst the other had yet to loosen its grip on his blanket.
“I want you… to break my body” she said thinking of her untouched virginity that dwelled inside of her.
“This is so not right” he said moving to leave. He was misunderstanding her. How come she could never get what she wanted come out verbalized right?
“No.” she said forcefully. She needed to word this just right leaving all crazy thoughts of her origin out of it. “I want you…inside”. She stroked her stomach in a downward motion to emphasize her point.
He grinned and sauntered his naked silhouette back to his mattress. He hovered over her for a second, her arms wrapped around his shoulders. He kept eye contact the whole time, searching her shadowed eyes for any form of complaint. Finding none he pushed himself inside of her. A rush of pain held her in its grip, tugging at her loins with sharp stings. She squeezed her eyes tight to the point she was sure her eyebrows were caressing her cheeks in greeting. She bit her lip and plunged her nails into Malcolm’s back. He yelped slightly but began to move inside of her. Each thrust stung but slowly began to feel good. She opened her eyes to stare at him.
His rigid member pulsed against the nerve endings of her channel. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. A hand lay by each side of her face, the left was resting harshly on her raven hair causing a small tug to the roots with each movement, but she made no motion to stop him. He was watching her face, studying it and never letting go of her image. For a second she wanted to be him, to be able to thrust into her sex with reckless abandon. To feel that power, to keep moving in and out until screams were heard and whether they are screams of pleasure or pain she didn’t care. Her orgasms grew and grew until she was careening off the edge and bringing him with her. He lay there on top of her, their sweat mingling, enjoying the afterglow. He rolled over and lay next to her.
Once she had gained her bearings she rose from the mattress. She always thought your legs were supposed to be wobbly after sex but hers were easy enough to walk on. She grabbed her gown and clothed herself. She crossed the room and quickly kissed him, her tongue delving swiftly into his mouth and then she was gone. She walked throughout the ship until she reached the catwalk. The metallic floor was looped into design like that of a cage. She lay down looking through the holes onto the shipping yard. The cool steel helping her relax.
Her mind wandered to him, her connection that she had needed so badly. She had used him to forget for a little while about her time in that place. He was her means of omitting the past and nothing more. His essence clung to her thoughts and her thighs in an almost suffocating hold, mixed with blood and her cum. His face swam in her mind. But if he meant nothing then why were her tears running between the catwalk floor unto the shipping deck?
Rating: Hard R to NC-17
Author: drusillaschilde
Summary: River needs to find a connection.
Spoilers: Up to and after the movie Serenity.
Pairing: Mal/River
Note: Hi I am new to this community but I love Mal/River and was soooooo excited to find it!! This is my first Firefly fic so any constructive critisicm is loved to death. Remember I <3 Comments!!!
She walked through the ship. Her bare feet connected with the cool metal causing sharp stings of frosty pain throughout her nerve endings. Everyone was in their beds, Zoë filled to the brim with sedatives to keep the nightmares of Wash’s death at bay, Jayne snoring so loud it could be heard over the roaring engine, Inara was resting in her ever peaceful way and Simon and Kaylee were both in his bed. In her head she could hear their shared pants of ecstasy. She could feel in herself Kaylee’s hardening nipples and her brother’s swelling sex. A warm wetness developed in her.
She moved with silent grace through the metal home. Each room she passed making her feel emptier. She needed someone or something, but she didn’t know who or what. Then she saw him standing there his back uncovered to face her. He was fiddling with something in his hands, turning it over and over causing his shoulder blades to shift and his spine to protrude. Her wetness grew.
“What is it?” she asked staring at the tanned skin that covered the expanse of his body, excluding his lower half which was covered in baggy, black sweat pants. She tipped her head as she asked feeling a swish as her raven hair dipped on her shoulders.
“You’re the psychic shouldn’t you be the one telling me?” Mal answered his southern accent dripping with contempt. He continued to fiddle with the object, but his head was lifted and he didn’t seem as into it as he was before. He placed the object on the table by his bed with and audible clunk. “It’s just an old gear I was playin’ with. Gets a bit boring on the boats sometimes” He turned to face her.
“Sleep” she said “Is the job of the idle” He looked at her for a second and she could hear the negative thoughts reverberate through his mind. The “Remind me again why I let her stay on my boat”. He never did like her random thoughts. She walked up to him and grabbed the waist of his pants and pulled.
“Now wait a sec there, River” He said pulling his pants back into position. But she would hear none of it. She knew what she needed, some connection, if only for a minute. It would break not have it, to have him. She pulled him to her mouth and devoured his lips. She pressed her tongue into his cavern and began to move it in what she hoped was a caress. Fear gripped her body as to what his reaction would be. She could hear thoughts of doubt in both her and his mind and in her peripheral psyche she could still feel the nightmares of Zoë and the sweat filled coitus of her brother and his lover. Soon the captain’s tongue moved in time with hers and his eyes closed filled with the sensation of muscle on muscle.
His arms wrapped around her midsection as her two tiny hands mapped his chest. She felt the grooves of his strengthened muscles and she let the tips of her fingers trace the outer rings of his nipples and the scar on his right pectoral. His hands began to move as soon as hers did. One hand remained cupping the curve of her lower back while the other wandered. His roving hand left tingles in its wake as it moved from her left hip over her stomach up to cup her small breast. He kneaded and she moaned. His thumb rubbed her nipple and she pulled him closer. This was blissful.
When her mind was swimming with thoughts of only their pleasure she moved from the embrace. He stared at her. His face was flush and his lips were bruised. Confusion clouded his face and mind but her face remained its ever neutral look. She pulled her dark blue sundress over her head leaving her slender body exposed except for a small pair of matching panties. She let the dress fall to the ground watching it flow and ebb like her namesake. She slowly lowered her body onto his bed her eyes never leaving his reddened face. She settled herself on her back, her skull cushioned on his single stained pillow. She blinked once and continued to wait for him. He stood there for a few moments before following her onto his bed sheets.
He curled next to her staring with reverence towards her pale body. His strong hand moved across her stomach in slow circles, she could feel every callous ripple her flesh. Her dark eyes moved with that hand following it as it moved higher until it held her supple bosom. Her whole body shivered in pleasure and she closed her eyes as his mouth covered one areola, suckling it to a stony nub. His mouth moved lower and lower kissing and licking as it went. She grabbed the edge of his wool blanket in one hand and held it taut. He licked the loop of her navel and continued his descent. When he reached her sapphire under things he kept moving, suckling at her thighs and calves. The thought “I love these legs and feet, she’s like a ballerina on ‘em” was heard in her mind and she smiled and mused he might be suffering from a slight fetish. But soon all thoughts were lost because he had once again reached the underwear and this time pulled them free of her body so she was left open to him.
Her heated sex met the cold with a gasp from her chest. She left her thighs open for him waiting for his next move. He just stared at the sight before him his eyes and mind conveying emotions of awe. She wondered if he knew he would be her first. That no one had yet to touch her folds but her. She remembered years before being taken to the center her boyfriend Joey. How they had shared gentle kisses but nothing more. She remembered her first kiss and how scared she had been that she would ruin it somehow. Would she ruin this too?
He moved closer towards her apex and slithered a finger up and down her damp slit, causing a push of her hips when he hit her clit. He smiled at her enthusiasm and began to massage her raised bud in slow movements, tracing invisible designs in her womanhood. She hissed and grasped tighter at his wool blanket, feeling it scratch at her delicate palm. He moved his finger away from her clit and slid it into her warm channel, he swirled his finger around a bit getting her use to it before adding second. The two fingers’ pads scraped at her inner walls causing a flood of heat to fill her. His thumb moved to stimulate her bud while the two fingers remained in place stroking her hidden self. She could feel her orgasm nearing closer and closer. She panted and hitched her hips to his skilled hands until his ministrations met with a shuddering of pleasure that ripped in waves throughout her entire being as she came with silent gasps on his hand.
She opened her eyes and watched as he moved from the bed causing the springs to bounce with a small squeak. He stood upright looking at her pale form, a small point staring at her through his dark pants. He pulled them down and tossed them in a corner showing his self to her. His member pulsed red and erect. She tingled just looking at it.
“Are ya sure, River?” He asked. She heard him think he was taking advantage of her and her questionable mental state. Didn’t he know how much she wanted this? Wanted him? She sat there for a second staring at his hardened penis then looking into his eyes. One hand lay palm down on her pale stomach just above the navel whilst the other had yet to loosen its grip on his blanket.
“I want you… to break my body” she said thinking of her untouched virginity that dwelled inside of her.
“This is so not right” he said moving to leave. He was misunderstanding her. How come she could never get what she wanted come out verbalized right?
“No.” she said forcefully. She needed to word this just right leaving all crazy thoughts of her origin out of it. “I want you…inside”. She stroked her stomach in a downward motion to emphasize her point.
He grinned and sauntered his naked silhouette back to his mattress. He hovered over her for a second, her arms wrapped around his shoulders. He kept eye contact the whole time, searching her shadowed eyes for any form of complaint. Finding none he pushed himself inside of her. A rush of pain held her in its grip, tugging at her loins with sharp stings. She squeezed her eyes tight to the point she was sure her eyebrows were caressing her cheeks in greeting. She bit her lip and plunged her nails into Malcolm’s back. He yelped slightly but began to move inside of her. Each thrust stung but slowly began to feel good. She opened her eyes to stare at him.
His rigid member pulsed against the nerve endings of her channel. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. A hand lay by each side of her face, the left was resting harshly on her raven hair causing a small tug to the roots with each movement, but she made no motion to stop him. He was watching her face, studying it and never letting go of her image. For a second she wanted to be him, to be able to thrust into her sex with reckless abandon. To feel that power, to keep moving in and out until screams were heard and whether they are screams of pleasure or pain she didn’t care. Her orgasms grew and grew until she was careening off the edge and bringing him with her. He lay there on top of her, their sweat mingling, enjoying the afterglow. He rolled over and lay next to her.
Once she had gained her bearings she rose from the mattress. She always thought your legs were supposed to be wobbly after sex but hers were easy enough to walk on. She grabbed her gown and clothed herself. She crossed the room and quickly kissed him, her tongue delving swiftly into his mouth and then she was gone. She walked throughout the ship until she reached the catwalk. The metallic floor was looped into design like that of a cage. She lay down looking through the holes onto the shipping yard. The cool steel helping her relax.
Her mind wandered to him, her connection that she had needed so badly. She had used him to forget for a little while about her time in that place. He was her means of omitting the past and nothing more. His essence clung to her thoughts and her thighs in an almost suffocating hold, mixed with blood and her cum. His face swam in her mind. But if he meant nothing then why were her tears running between the catwalk floor unto the shipping deck?