The Porn Battle (Fourth Verse, Same as the First)
THE PORN BATTLE (FOURTH VERSE, SAME AS THE FIRST) IS A GOTo join the battle, all you need to do is pick a prompt from below (any prompt, even if it's your own) and write the porniest bit of fiction you can, or make the hottest manip or painting or vid or song. That's all folks - just one bit of steamy, panty-wetting porn. Make it as kinky or as ( Read more... )
"Well, what would you suggest?" he asks, exasperated. "I ain't celebrating the Alliance and I ain't keeping my mouth shut, and we've been holed up on this planet for near a week."
"You could try using your powers for good instead of evil and open your mouth around my quim," Kaylee suggests, and makes it sound innocent as drinking booze and toasting freedom with a backhand to someone's jaw.
"I can hear fireworks," he says, changing the subject. "Alliance fireworks paid for with Alliance coin, celebrating Alliance values and..."
"Sure," Kaylee agrees, "but shiny." Her eyes widen into not-quite-pleading. More, intriguing. "We could go outside and watch."
"Can't you think of something less self-loathing for us to do?" He doesn't imagine those thoughts'll be very challenging for a bright gal like Kaylee, but he wants to hear it from her.
"Nothing's more distracting than engine maintenance," Kaylee tells him. "And well we're stuck aground we might as well."
He shrugs. There're worse things than watching Kaylee work, eyes intense and bright as she checks the tension in each lever, realigns the gear that's perpetually wobbly, and slicks the whole apparatus with grease. Doesn't pretend he knows what it all means, but it's Serenity and Kaylee's hands all over her. When she crawls into a tight space and Mal's confronted with her rear end, encased in loose coveralls, he's a notion he's less easily distracted than most men, but still not infallible.
"Hey," she says, without protest when he makes his interest known. "I thought you wanted me to keep this ship space-worthy."
"So I do. Some other time." He braces himself on a crossbeam and thrusts lightly against Kaylee. She thrusts back and crawls backwards between his legs. "Naw, keep working. I can keep myself busy."
"Can't think straight," she says. "I'll unscrew the wrong thing and she'll fall to pieces around us."
"Not arousing," Mal agrees. "Not normally." She is still on the floor, and is busily eying the button keeping his member inside his pants. It's about the only thing, this moment, that is. "Go ahead."
She does. She's sloppy and artless, which he likes, and wet and warm, which is more than a man can stand, and smiling broadly, which will just about break his heart if he doesn't climax first.
It's not the thing he'd wish for (not on U-Day, leastwise), not the thing he likes the most (and not all the coin in the 'verse could force a confession out of him), nor the thing Kaylee's best at (that Serenity's still flying is testimony to that), but when Kaylee's tongue finds a sweet spot, the rest of the 'verse blanks, the rumble of fireworks and the raw heat of a decade's bitterness antagonism, and he's just Kaylee's man, and she's just his gal, and they're alone for once on the boat they love best, and when he comes with half a laugh, half a groan, Mal's more than half-happy.
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I loved this. Loved that it isn't perfect (in all the ways you show in the last paragraph) but it's good, and it gives them a moment's happiness, and in the world they live in, that's enough to keep them going.
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I just loved this. I've missed just how perfectly you capture their voices. Like it's been stated above, I love how not-perfect their situation is and how it is totally THEM. Great stuff!
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Thank you so much! As I seem to be saying a lot lately, yeah. I miss me-writing too.
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