Oxidize (Firefly, River Tam)
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Title: Oxidize
Author: kaizoku
Fandom: Firefly
Character: River Tam
Rating: NC-17 to be safe
Summary: Sometimes it helps but only if she doesn't think too much. 550 words. No spoilers.
Warning: See end of post.
Oxidize
Sometimes it helps but only if she doesn't think too much. She concentrates on just feeling, on the tightening between her legs. When it reaches up into her stomach and tugs, she puts her open hand on top, over her pants, and feels the heat. Heat exchange, molecules moving faster, bouncing between her hand and her body.
Her door is locked and no one is around. They're in the kitchen. Simon saved her dinner. He's worrying about her...
She shrugs it off impatiently, pulls back. She has to be here for it to work. Even if her brain can catch up to and pass photons, calculate the rate of neurons firing. It's the air that is important. It pushes down on her. She pushes back. Then she breathes in. The room dims and dilates.
She saw her brother once. She wasn't sure what he was doing at first. Sharp jerks, his blanket bunched up. Breathing fast. Then she got it. He thinks she's asleep. She's not.
Abruptly she starts rubbing hard with two fingers. Oh, bad move. She stops, opens her eyes. Looks down. It's still her hand. She rolls over and lets her weight sink into the bed. She lets the air fill her up. Everywhere it touches lights up and sends tendrils of pleasure through her. It fills her toes up then her feet and heels, up her legs thighs hips - she loses it cold blue no no breath - breathe. Feet, calves, thighs, pools in her stomach. Settles. Then her butt and her cunt. It's glowing, hot orange, she lets the air weigh on it until it's almost painful, aching. She breathes in again and the air floats her arm her hand and she pushes down into it. It feels incredibly good. She lets the air shake with her moan.
She listens to Inara sometimes. Panting, moaning, low smooth voice. Sweet Inara rocking herself to sleep. River tries it like that, when no one's around to hear. It makes it more real. Even if she has to remind herself it's her voice.
Chest is last, the last place the air goes. Her nipples harden then sometimes - sometimes she brushes her fingers over them to make them hard. She twists, rubbing up against the blanket. Rubs her cheek on it, enjoying the fuzziness. The air filling her heart makes it ache, it's a good ache like the ache down there. She knows they're inextricably bound in the history of shapes.
When it's all hot drawn-up hard ember glowing she slides her hand under the waistband and rubs through her underwear until it's damp. The material clings to the ridges down there. Her finger makes a slick channel down the middle, goes up and down slow and deliberate, then faster, skimming. She thinks, ashes ashes a million corpses, and this time she doesn't push it out of her brain. Breathes in and feels the heat throbbing, through the cloying smell of decaying bodies breathes out and the air goes in everywhere there it's all fire rolling out from her center down her legs her arms through the ship and inside down deep until it's all clean. And then it's just her body on the bed, flushed and dazed, feeling the pulse in her cunt in her fingers.
Warning: Possible implied past sexual assault. Please use your discretion.
Title: Oxidize
Author: kaizoku
Fandom: Firefly
Character: River Tam
Rating: NC-17 to be safe
Summary: Sometimes it helps but only if she doesn't think too much. 550 words. No spoilers.
Warning: See end of post.
Oxidize
Sometimes it helps but only if she doesn't think too much. She concentrates on just feeling, on the tightening between her legs. When it reaches up into her stomach and tugs, she puts her open hand on top, over her pants, and feels the heat. Heat exchange, molecules moving faster, bouncing between her hand and her body.
Her door is locked and no one is around. They're in the kitchen. Simon saved her dinner. He's worrying about her...
She shrugs it off impatiently, pulls back. She has to be here for it to work. Even if her brain can catch up to and pass photons, calculate the rate of neurons firing. It's the air that is important. It pushes down on her. She pushes back. Then she breathes in. The room dims and dilates.
She saw her brother once. She wasn't sure what he was doing at first. Sharp jerks, his blanket bunched up. Breathing fast. Then she got it. He thinks she's asleep. She's not.
Abruptly she starts rubbing hard with two fingers. Oh, bad move. She stops, opens her eyes. Looks down. It's still her hand. She rolls over and lets her weight sink into the bed. She lets the air fill her up. Everywhere it touches lights up and sends tendrils of pleasure through her. It fills her toes up then her feet and heels, up her legs thighs hips - she loses it cold blue no no breath - breathe. Feet, calves, thighs, pools in her stomach. Settles. Then her butt and her cunt. It's glowing, hot orange, she lets the air weigh on it until it's almost painful, aching. She breathes in again and the air floats her arm her hand and she pushes down into it. It feels incredibly good. She lets the air shake with her moan.
She listens to Inara sometimes. Panting, moaning, low smooth voice. Sweet Inara rocking herself to sleep. River tries it like that, when no one's around to hear. It makes it more real. Even if she has to remind herself it's her voice.
Chest is last, the last place the air goes. Her nipples harden then sometimes - sometimes she brushes her fingers over them to make them hard. She twists, rubbing up against the blanket. Rubs her cheek on it, enjoying the fuzziness. The air filling her heart makes it ache, it's a good ache like the ache down there. She knows they're inextricably bound in the history of shapes.
When it's all hot drawn-up hard ember glowing she slides her hand under the waistband and rubs through her underwear until it's damp. The material clings to the ridges down there. Her finger makes a slick channel down the middle, goes up and down slow and deliberate, then faster, skimming. She thinks, ashes ashes a million corpses, and this time she doesn't push it out of her brain. Breathes in and feels the heat throbbing, through the cloying smell of decaying bodies breathes out and the air goes in everywhere there it's all fire rolling out from her center down her legs her arms through the ship and inside down deep until it's all clean. And then it's just her body on the bed, flushed and dazed, feeling the pulse in her cunt in her fingers.
Warning: Possible implied past sexual assault. Please use your discretion.