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Title: Complication
Summary: Kaylee Frye is a girl with a bad habit.
Fandom: Firefly
Word Count: 415
Rating/Warnings: R, sexx0rs
Pairing: Simon/Kaylee, Jayne/Kaylee
A/N: In a possibly stupid move, I've picked up Jayne/Kaylee at 30_kisses. So, instead of 10 themes to finish, I have 39. What can I say? I'm an addict.
Kaylee Frye is a girl with a bad habit.
She knows, deep in her trembling little heart of hearts, that she loves Simon. She feels the same frisson every time he walks into a room, feels herself light up as she always has. There’s no change there.
And she knows, though she forgets, that he really does love her, underneath all his meek, pompous flailings. And when they come together, it is so very good- long slow kisses that last forever and burn her right up.
Simon is like chocolate, hidden in a drawer for a special day, but too rich and too fancy for just any old time. He is an indulgence to be savored, only from time to time, and he is delicious.
But it ain’t enough. A woman can’t live on chocolate alone, though Kaylee has tried. She needs something a little more substantial, something to put meat on her bones, something to carry her through.
So she turns to Jayne. If anybody else knew, they’d think it was an early warning sign of space dementia, but oddly, it doesn’t feel strange to her. Plain truth to be told, despite her protests, she enjoys having his leering eye on her from time to time. With Jayne, she will always know where she stands, no question about it. He ain’t the sort to hide behind propriety; he gets what he wants.
And, lately, when he wants Kaylee, he gets her. He looks at her like he’ll eat her whole, and Kaylee damn near goes crazy. And when he takes her, it’s hard and fast- no sweet caresses, no long, languorous kisses. There’s something about it, though it’s violent and rough, that feels healthsome. After Jayne, paradoxically, she feels new.
When Simon asks her about the bruises that purple her thighs, she tells him that she falls a lot, what with crawling around the engine all the time. Even as he’s clucking over them, wondering which drug will make them fade quickest, she’s satisfied, a weird sense of pride filling her.
She’s half-convinced that Jayne’s just using her to have something to lord over Simon. And having two lovers on the same spaceship is practically suicidal. Sure enough, Jayne complicates her life. He’d make it as hard as Simon’d make it easy. In the past, Kaylee’s world has always been simple, built on nothing but the truth. Now, it’s a big mess, with a lie smack in the middle.
And she wouldn’t have it any other way.
Summary: Kaylee Frye is a girl with a bad habit.
Fandom: Firefly
Word Count: 415
Rating/Warnings: R, sexx0rs
Pairing: Simon/Kaylee, Jayne/Kaylee
A/N: In a possibly stupid move, I've picked up Jayne/Kaylee at 30_kisses. So, instead of 10 themes to finish, I have 39. What can I say? I'm an addict.
Kaylee Frye is a girl with a bad habit.
She knows, deep in her trembling little heart of hearts, that she loves Simon. She feels the same frisson every time he walks into a room, feels herself light up as she always has. There’s no change there.
And she knows, though she forgets, that he really does love her, underneath all his meek, pompous flailings. And when they come together, it is so very good- long slow kisses that last forever and burn her right up.
Simon is like chocolate, hidden in a drawer for a special day, but too rich and too fancy for just any old time. He is an indulgence to be savored, only from time to time, and he is delicious.
But it ain’t enough. A woman can’t live on chocolate alone, though Kaylee has tried. She needs something a little more substantial, something to put meat on her bones, something to carry her through.
So she turns to Jayne. If anybody else knew, they’d think it was an early warning sign of space dementia, but oddly, it doesn’t feel strange to her. Plain truth to be told, despite her protests, she enjoys having his leering eye on her from time to time. With Jayne, she will always know where she stands, no question about it. He ain’t the sort to hide behind propriety; he gets what he wants.
And, lately, when he wants Kaylee, he gets her. He looks at her like he’ll eat her whole, and Kaylee damn near goes crazy. And when he takes her, it’s hard and fast- no sweet caresses, no long, languorous kisses. There’s something about it, though it’s violent and rough, that feels healthsome. After Jayne, paradoxically, she feels new.
When Simon asks her about the bruises that purple her thighs, she tells him that she falls a lot, what with crawling around the engine all the time. Even as he’s clucking over them, wondering which drug will make them fade quickest, she’s satisfied, a weird sense of pride filling her.
She’s half-convinced that Jayne’s just using her to have something to lord over Simon. And having two lovers on the same spaceship is practically suicidal. Sure enough, Jayne complicates her life. He’d make it as hard as Simon’d make it easy. In the past, Kaylee’s world has always been simple, built on nothing but the truth. Now, it’s a big mess, with a lie smack in the middle.
And she wouldn’t have it any other way.