Firefly fanfic.
Title: Delicate Balance
Author: Dizzy
Fandom/pairing: Firefly, Jayne/Kaylee, Kaylee/Simon
Notes: Ficlet written for the Porn Battle for the prompt Jayne/Kaylee/Simon, heat. Original posting is here. Not all that graphic compared to other submissions; compared to what I've written up till this point in time, pretty graphic. Although I was thinking about it and I realized that this is just a next step for me, like every fanfic I ever write. Each one is new in some way. I've never written anything that I'd classify as porn before, but if I draw the line between this fic and my Marisa/Asriel one, the two aren't that far away from each other. In some ways, the imagery in that one is stronger. So. Ramble over! Feedback is very much appreciated.
Jayne asks, “You still sexin’ the doctor?” in a hoarse murmur that matches the rasp of his stubble on her skin as his lips move against her ear.
“Yeah,” she whispers, and his fingers dig into her ribs as he hoists her up his body, pins her to the wall, and slides into her.
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When she’s with Simon, the heat is like the gusts of sweltering air in the engine room, soft and embracing. Sometimes, the engine room plays a more literal role; as the site of their first time, it remains an occasional venue for their lovemaking. His thumb will gently brush her clit, driving her crazy for contact, and her hips will strain forward, seeking friction. A deft one-handed scramble behind her and she’ll come moaning as the machinery starts up, rumbling against her bare back. In the bedroom, with no familiar friends to come to her aid, she is left stranded and strung-out until Simon heeds her begging and slips inside her, always gently, and fills her with gradual warmth.
Jayne’s heat is a bonfire kick-started with a tinderbox. There is nothing gentle about him, or about the way he thrusts two fingers at a time into her soft folds and grinds against her hip until he’s hard as stone. Sharp pleasure roars through her veins when he takes her, pushing in and out of her hard and grunting his exertions into her ear. With Jayne, there are always scratch marks, and usually teeth marks that she has to work to hide from Simon.
The fact is that Kaylee loves sex. It feels better than anything in the ‘verse, and she wants as much of it as she can get. Simon heats her from the outside in, makes her feel important, pours his love over her; Jayne makes her pulse skyrocket and her muscles tremble and fills her with a dangerous sort of lust. Kaylee has a hard time deciding which she values more; the fact is, she needs both.
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Simon asks her if she’s alright. Truth is, she can’t help a little bit of guilt when she looks into his eyes and sees devotion. She thinks, maybe she can make this work. When Simon starts touching her, she kisses him fiercely and rocks her hips and reaches a hand between them, does everything in her power to turn his caresses into something more desperate. Simon pulls back and peers into her face. He asks if she’s alright again. There is concern in his voice.
This isn’t going to work, and Kaylee sighs as she reassures him.
The next day, she winds up in Jayne’s bunk again and gets her fill of thrusts and screams, scratches and bites.
He makes a crack involving Simon and inadequacy, and she shuts him up by sucking his lip between her teeth.
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It’s hard to predict how it will end. A balance like this is bound to tip in time, and Kaylee has a feeling the weight will fall on her. Inevitably, there is going to be trouble.
Kaylee knows she has to choose, but right now (there- biting her lip; which name is she supposed to be calling?), she just can’t.
x-posted to jaylee-ship
Author: Dizzy
Fandom/pairing: Firefly, Jayne/Kaylee, Kaylee/Simon
Notes: Ficlet written for the Porn Battle for the prompt Jayne/Kaylee/Simon, heat. Original posting is here. Not all that graphic compared to other submissions; compared to what I've written up till this point in time, pretty graphic. Although I was thinking about it and I realized that this is just a next step for me, like every fanfic I ever write. Each one is new in some way. I've never written anything that I'd classify as porn before, but if I draw the line between this fic and my Marisa/Asriel one, the two aren't that far away from each other. In some ways, the imagery in that one is stronger. So. Ramble over! Feedback is very much appreciated.
Jayne asks, “You still sexin’ the doctor?” in a hoarse murmur that matches the rasp of his stubble on her skin as his lips move against her ear.
“Yeah,” she whispers, and his fingers dig into her ribs as he hoists her up his body, pins her to the wall, and slides into her.
+
When she’s with Simon, the heat is like the gusts of sweltering air in the engine room, soft and embracing. Sometimes, the engine room plays a more literal role; as the site of their first time, it remains an occasional venue for their lovemaking. His thumb will gently brush her clit, driving her crazy for contact, and her hips will strain forward, seeking friction. A deft one-handed scramble behind her and she’ll come moaning as the machinery starts up, rumbling against her bare back. In the bedroom, with no familiar friends to come to her aid, she is left stranded and strung-out until Simon heeds her begging and slips inside her, always gently, and fills her with gradual warmth.
Jayne’s heat is a bonfire kick-started with a tinderbox. There is nothing gentle about him, or about the way he thrusts two fingers at a time into her soft folds and grinds against her hip until he’s hard as stone. Sharp pleasure roars through her veins when he takes her, pushing in and out of her hard and grunting his exertions into her ear. With Jayne, there are always scratch marks, and usually teeth marks that she has to work to hide from Simon.
The fact is that Kaylee loves sex. It feels better than anything in the ‘verse, and she wants as much of it as she can get. Simon heats her from the outside in, makes her feel important, pours his love over her; Jayne makes her pulse skyrocket and her muscles tremble and fills her with a dangerous sort of lust. Kaylee has a hard time deciding which she values more; the fact is, she needs both.
+
Simon asks her if she’s alright. Truth is, she can’t help a little bit of guilt when she looks into his eyes and sees devotion. She thinks, maybe she can make this work. When Simon starts touching her, she kisses him fiercely and rocks her hips and reaches a hand between them, does everything in her power to turn his caresses into something more desperate. Simon pulls back and peers into her face. He asks if she’s alright again. There is concern in his voice.
This isn’t going to work, and Kaylee sighs as she reassures him.
The next day, she winds up in Jayne’s bunk again and gets her fill of thrusts and screams, scratches and bites.
He makes a crack involving Simon and inadequacy, and she shuts him up by sucking his lip between her teeth.
+
It’s hard to predict how it will end. A balance like this is bound to tip in time, and Kaylee has a feeling the weight will fall on her. Inevitably, there is going to be trouble.
Kaylee knows she has to choose, but right now (there- biting her lip; which name is she supposed to be calling?), she just can’t.
x-posted to jaylee-ship