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Title: Beacon in the Night
Pairing: Wash/Kaylee
Rating: M for mature
Disclaimer: Firefly characters and verse belong to The One, Joss Whedon. I’m just borrowing Kaylee and Wash for to be writing the pron. I’m not making anything off of this, just happies.
Summary: It’s horrible, Kaylee thinks as she gazes across the room at him, and it ain’t right. Wash was supposed to be their light in a sea of darkness, their beacon. He can’t go out.
It was sometime after two in the morning and the ship was quiet. Serenity’s core whirred prettily as they floated through the black, headed for the coordinates Wash had set right after they’d finished up with supper and the Captain let him know where their next job would be. A quaint little moon called Bellereve made up almost entirely of an odd sort of religious folk who didn’t like to use electricity or anything with a motor, and Kaylee disliked them immediately upon hearing this.
Like most nights, Kaylee was piddling in the engine room, unable to sleep ‘cause she’s too worried something might short out or fall off (kuh ooh duh lao bao jurn 1 of a Captain won’t spare ten bits to get a shiny new compression coil) or that her girl might just need some support to know that she can do it, or maybe she gets lonely at night just like Kaylee does. Kaylee hates nighttime. Of course out in the black its always dark, no sun rising in the east or setting in the west, but at least during the day she don’t get so lonely. During the day she’s got River to play with and Simon to tease and Jayne to pester and Shepard to barrage with questions and Wash, well if she’s being honest, Wash ain’t like the rest of ‘em at all. Wash is the one that helps her keep the bounce in her step, with his perfectly timed jokes and witty remarks just when she needs ‘em. He’s the one that keeps her smilin’ and laughin’, the one who keeps her Kaylee. Out in the black it’d be so easy for them to all lose their minds and forget who they were and kill each other in fits of horrible space dementia, but Wash holds them together. (holds her together) He reminds them that there can still be brightness in a world with darkness as far as the eye can see. Zoe was a lucky woman to have him. They were all lucky.
After checking Serenity up and down and over and over, Kaylee couldn’t find nothing’ that might go wrong or need fixin‘, so she stalked off down to the mess hall, as was her usual routine on sleepless nights like this one, to fix herself up a nice, warm cup of cocoa. All right, so the water was lukewarm and the cocoa was just a few months past expiration and was bought at a cheap border moon grocer anyhow, but if she closed her eyes it could magically pass for the steaming hot chocolate with the yummy marshmallow bits floating on top her Grandmomma used to make her and her cousins on Christmas morning. When she opened her eyes, tasting instead the room temp gritty chocolate on her tongue, Wash was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest, though he looked less like Wash than she’d ever seen him look. His color was gone and so was his trademark goofy grin, and she thought oddly, he may have even been frowning. It’s horrible, Kaylee thought as she gazed across the room at him, and it ain’t right. Wash was supposed to be their light in a sea of darkness, their beacon. He can’t go out.
“Wash,” She said, her voice laced with uneasiness. “I couldn’t sleep.”
Wash unfolded his arms and stalked across the room. He pulled a chair from the table and had a seat. He walked with a carelessness Kaylee’d never seen on him, lost and empty. It made her feel weak inside to watch. It ain’t right.
“Wash,” She spoke slowly, carefully. She was in unfamiliar territory and unsure what to do or say around this very un-Wash like person. “Somethin’ the matter?”
Wash slowly turned his head and looked at her, almost like he was looking through her, then looked away again. He buried his head in his palms. “No. Yes. Maybe? Zoe and I…”
“Oh,” Kaylee said softly, so soft it was just barely a breath of air released from her “O” shaped lips as the realization of Wash’s sudden melancholic aura hit her. They’d all been noticing it, how Zoe hardly talked to him at the dinner table anymore, how Wash don’t give her slobbery Wash-kisses and tell her ten times over to be safe, be careful, be on alert, constant vigilance! when she and the captain left for a job anymore. Things had been off with them ever since they helped those poor whore folks out on Aberdeen, but no one knew why. They just knew Wash and Zoe weren’t so much Wash and Zoe anymore.
“Anything I can do?” Kaylee asked, flashing her sweet, helpful smile at him in hopes of passing some good-natured, cheer his way. She couldn’t bear to see Wash like that, sad and -- and lonely? It wasn’t right.
“I don’t know, Kaylee,” He sighed, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. “I wish I knew, but I don’t. What do I know? Nothing, that’s what. I don’t know a thing about a thing.” He sighed again and put his elbows on the table. Kaylee wanted to say something that would help, do something, anything, that would make Wash stop looking so helpless and unhappy and un-Wash. She knew it was wrong and she knew she shouldn’t think it, but at that particular moment she hated Zoe for whatever she’d done to him this time. She’d never said it to anyone before, but Kaylee had never really got Zoe and Wash anyway. She thought Wash deserved someone as warm and carefree and shiny as he was, not a cold, detached, emotionless soldier woman.
Wash made a non-committal noise in the back of his throat and turned his head, looking straight into Kaylee’s baby blues. “I don’t know what to do, Kaylee,” He murmured, transfixed with the look of deep thought and concentration swirling in Kaylee’s eyes. “Tell me. Tell me what I should do.”
Kaylee couldn’t take it anymore. Wash’s voice, though it hardly sounded like his voice anymore, was just too painful to listen to. It was wracked with despair and regret and even a little bit of doubt. It was unfair and unnatural and gorram it, it just wasn’t right! She reached across the table, unable to control her own actions, and watched as if she were a bystander as she touched Wash’s cheek and her hand lingered on his cheek. She gazed into his beautiful, sad, brown eyes and managed to smile somehow.
“Shh,” She whispered soothingly, remembering the way her mama had said it to her when Blake Jernigan had dumped her for a girl that had more up top than her in seventh grade. It had made her feel better, maybe it would help Wash too. They sat there for a moment, but it was one of those moments that seemed like an eternity, and Kaylee’s hand was warm on his cheek and her thumb gently stroked the curve of his jaw as they gazed into each other’s eyes as if searching them for answers they were afraid they‘d never find.
Kaylee’s breath hitched as Wash raised his hand and laid it on top of hers, his fingers splaying out over her fingers, his chocolate eyes warming just as her skin had warmed when he had touched her. “Wash,” she said hesitantly.
“Can I tell you something, Kaylee?” Wash murmured and her eyes fell to his lips (pale peach) as they moved subtly with his words. Kaylee nodded, too afraid he would hear the truth in her voice if she spoke. Wash swallowed and her eyes dropped as she caught his adam’s apple bobbing beneath his skin.
“I’m not happy,” He whispered, his usually musical voice tainted with pain and suffering. (ain’t right) “I try to, ta ma de2. I try so damn hard, but I’m not, Kaylee. I’m just…not.”
“I’m sorry Wash,” She said, knowing full well it wasn’t good enough, wasn’t going to help, wasn’t going to make Wash - Wash again, but says it anyway, and hopes that it might anyway. “I’m real sorry. I wish there was something I could do. Lao tyen yeh,3 do I hate seein’ you like this.”
“You’re sweet,” Wash murmured, absently brushing the back of her knuckles with his thumb as he counted the freckles sprinkled across her cheeks and nose. He’d never been this close before to count them and while he was there he might as well, yeah? Wash also noted he’d never been that close to Kaylee before to notice how sweet she smelled, not only of engine grease and oil and the rest of Serenity’s bodily fluids, but of apples and a hint of vanilla, and of course, the cheap, unsweet chocolate from her luke-warm cocoa. It was a combination of scents that made him feel something, and that something started to swim inside of him like a parasite, poisoning him, making him hot and cold and sweaty all at once like the flu, but he didn’t feel sick. If he were sick he’d want to stay away from Kaylee, wouldn’t want to spread his horrible flu-y germs to her, but that seemed to be the opposite of what he was actually doing.
“Wash,” Kayelee began, unsure and afraid - not afraid of Wash being so close to her, but afraid he might not really want to be. Afraid he was too Un-Wash to know what he was doing. (ain’t right) Afraid he’d back away before she had a chance to do what she was about to do.
***
Kaylee lips were deliciously warm, silky and smooth like a baby’s bottom -- go se!4 Bad analogy. Like a peach, a peach! -- as they pressed against his and there was a thought, a fleeting thought mind you, that it wasn’t right, that he shouldn’t do this, but no, they were definitely like a peach, sweet and juicy, and when she parted her lips just so, the thought didn’t so much as fleet again. Wash placed his hand on Kaylee’s cheek as their lips slid together, perfectly wet, not at all chapped or awkwardly dry -- that happens sometimes -- and as they headed further into the kiss, his hand traveled down the line of her jaw and slid down her powder soft skin to snake around and cup her neck, drawing their mouths closer together.
If Wash had thought her lips had felt like a peach before, he would have been absolutely right, and now he was tasting the deliciously ripe fruit on his tongue as he devoured her sweet, sinful mouth with an eagerness that only Kaylee could create in him.
Placing her palms firmly on his oriental print button up, Kaylee gasped and extracted herself. She was blushing so completely even her freckles were pink, and she had never felt so amazing and so guilty in her entire life. She looked in Wash’s eyes and saw a spark in them, a spark that hadn’t been there earlier when he’d sulked into the mess hall. Wash was coming back (her Wash) and it both excited her and troubled her to think that she‘d been the cause of it. Course she was happy, she’d had eyes for Wash ever since she’d met him, but he was with Zoe. They were married and she might be a lot of things, but she wasn’t no home wrecker. She didn’t know what to think now though. Was it okay if the home was already wrecked?
“Oh Kaylee, please don’t make me stop kissing you,” Wash murmured, stroking her earlobe with his thumb. His brown eyes seemed almost golden now, glazed over with an intense need for something, something she didn’t know if he should be thinking about. “It feels so nice, bao bei. Doesn’t it feel nice?”
Kaylee didn’t stop Wash when he leaned in and began kissing her again. In fact, she threw her arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer, their shoulders and knees bumping together in contact. She parted her mouth eagerly and curled her tongue around Wash’s, pulling it into her mouth, sucking the tip of it between her lips as she heard him make a noise in the back of his throat. His hand dropped to her shoulder, caressing her arms, drawing lazy circles with his thumbs as they kissed hungrily and desperate, like hormone ridden teenagers in the front seat of a pickup truck. They were both gasping for air when they finally broke apart.
Wash’s hands were on Kaylee’s hips and her arms were around his neck. It wouldn’t take much, he thought, to haul her up and lay her out on the mess table. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d thought on the idea, so he had all the logistics of the situation planned out. With a heave and a swoop, he planted Kaylee’s sweet little bum on the table and their lips were locked once more without so much as a glance. They both wanted this, had for too damn long, and they couldn’t stop now, not even for a second. Kaylee’s legs wrapped around Wash’s waist and tugged him closer. Her fingers wriggled beneath the bottom of his shirt, grazing his kinda soft, kinda firm stomach, dragging her stubby nails up his chest.
Wash gasped as Kaylee’s nails roughly scraped over a hardened nipple and moved his mouth off of hers, trailing wet kisses and soft bites down the length of her neck as his hands drifted down her slender curves. He put a hand around her back and pushed her closer against him, seeking out a round, perfect breast with his other hand. Kaylee whimpered as he palmed her breast and she felt Wash’s lips spread out around her ear as he grinned.
“You’re so pretty,” He whispered, dropping his hand to move under her shirt, desperately wanting to feel her warm, supple flesh beneath his hands. “Did I ever tell you that? Because you are. So. Very. Pretty.”
Kaylee breathed a long, passionate sigh as Wash reached up under the cup of her bra and covered her perfect mound with his hand, kneading and squeezing and just slightly pinching and twisting until her body was begging for more. She threaded her fingers through his unkempt blonde hair and tugged his head forward, kissing him fervently, with passion and intent and a longing that she’d carried for far too long to stop now. She fumbled at the buttons on his shirt with fingers that felt too big and clumsy, and probably ended up popping one of more of them off, but all that mattered was that soon, his shirt was off and she could feel his taut, bare skin beneath her hands and lips and teeth and -
“Oh -- Kaylee, biting?” Came Wash’s surprised, though somewhat amused, voice when her teeth clamped around his almost muscular shoulder. “Oh God, do that again.”
Kaylee was good at doing what she was told, so she did. She looked back and stared at the pretty little marks her teeth made on Wash’s fair skin and laved at it with her tongue, soothing the pain, though erupting something new and also slightly painful in his pants. Kaylee felt it pressing against her thigh and smiled, though blushingly so, and looked up at Wash through heavy-lidded, lust filled eyes.
“Wash,” she murmured, her voice so sweet it would melt were it corporeal and left out in the rain. “Tell me I’m pretty.”
“Oh sweetie, you’re more than pretty,” He murmured, struggling to remain coherent.
“Wash,” She said again, batting her innocent-but-he-knew-better-than-that baby blues up at him. “Tell me you want me.”
“Wuh de tyen, ah,5 ” Wash mumbled fluently in Chinese, eyes rolling into the back of his head. “Oh Kaylee, do I want you. I’m amazed I can still fly this ship with the thoughts I have about wanting you. Good lord, am I sixteen again? Because I was pretty sure I was much older and actually past this whole testosterone poisoning puberty thing, but I could be wrong. I‘ve been wrong before, you know. Once, I think, in flight school-”
“Wash-”
“I just can’t stop thinking about you, Kaylee. You in the engine room, you on the bridge, you in the really disgusting but I don’t give a good gorram bathroom, you in your bunk, you-
“Wash-”
“Right here,” he grinned and nibbled her ear lobe. “I very much want you, Kaylee. I want to touch you -- and taste you -- and kiss you -- everywhere you’ll let me.”
“Wash…”
“And then, and then --” Wash ran his fingers through her strawberry blonde locks and whispered lascivious things into her ear, dirty words and even dirtier things he wanted to do to her, fill you, fuck you, want to watch your face, until Kaylee lost every ounce of self control she’d really never had.
Wash made a strangled noise in the back of his throat as Kaylee’s hands flew below his waist, her fingers brushing the prominent bulge in his pants as she deftly flicked the button open and tore down the zipper. Her enthusiastic display caught him unaware, but only encouraged his own desire. Wash frantically reached for her shirt and pulled it over her head it one swift motion, tossing it someplace that didn’t matter as long as it was not. on. her. Kaylee raked her nails down his back and pushed her hands down the back of his jeans as Wash’s fingers fumbled with the clasp holding her bra together.
“Liou coe shway duh biao tze huh hoe tze duh ur tze6," Wash hoarsely muttered, cursing the blasted contraption that had, apparently, permanently affixed itself together to keep him from laying his eyes upon Kaylee’s magnificent, naked body. He couldn’t blame it, though, as he was sure he’d do the same were he in it’s position. Kaylee giggled and reached around her back. One small twist of her fingers and the damn thing popped right open for her, then proceeded to fall right into Wash’s hands.
He stood motionless, completely transfixed by the image of the topless mechanic posed before him on the table like an irresistible siren. Her skin was glowing in the dimly lit room and he was very pleased to see freckles in places he hadn’t had the privilege of seeing until now. Dropping the dainty pink bra, Wash’s head dipped and covered one of Kaylee’s creamy, round breasts with his mouth, bathing a pebbled nipple with his tongue before moving onto the next, minding to pay equal attention to both, lest one become jealous and demand to be compensated, and wouldn’t that be just horrifying?
“Wuh de ma7, Wash,” Kaylee hissed through her teeth as Wash’s teeth grazed an already overly-sensitive nipple, sending a rush of wet heat between her thighs. She could practically feel her sex pulsing and throbbing with arousal. She needed more. Needed to be touched. Needed to be filled. “Please, Wash.”
Wash groaned gutturally at the desperation in Kaylee’s voice. He hadn’t had a woman whimper so desperately for him in so long, the sweet, intoxicating sound went straight to his cock and it jumped a bit too enthusiastically, threatening to end it all for him right then and there. Oh no you don’t, he spoke telepathically to his over eager member, not yet, little buddy. Hang on, it’ll be worth it. I promise you that. C’mon, have I ever steered you wrong? Yes, I know, that complete shiong mung duh kwong run 8 on Arista, you’ll never let me live that down, will you?
He looked up at Kaylee and saw her childlike face flushed with arousal, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth like a first time virgin and for a brief moment he thought he might still be in his bunk and this was just another one of his elaborate Kaylee fantasies. It was then that Kaylee’s nails bit into his skin and Wash figured that was close enough to being pinched. It was really happening and Kaylee really wanted him and he was about to find out just how much.
He claimed her mouth once more, greedy tongue and even greedier lips, and pulled her to her feet. His fingers found the button on her cropped pants and slid them effortlessly down the small curve of her hips, making a gurgling sound at the sight of the scrap of underwear she wore beneath them. Kaylee was tugging on his jeans at the same time, pushing them past his thigh and he helped with the rest, stepping out of them once they reached his ankles. He put his hands around Kaylee’s waist and lifted her back on top of the table to pull her pants off her dainty ankles, pressing his lips to the constellation of stars tattooed on the inside of her leg.
His eyes were set and determined when he lifted his head back up to her. She was still chewing on her bottom lip, obviously unaware of its extreme seductive powers, and Wash felt another surge of heat rush through him. He leaned in and dragged his tongue across her lips, tasting a faint metallic flavor where she’d recently drew blood, and barely suppressed a (manly) whimper.
“Kaylee,” He murmured at the corner of her mouth. “Will you take your panties off for me, bao bei9?"
“Sweet Jesus, yes,” Kaylee moaned, shimmying her red undies past her hips and kicked them across the room with one leg. She allowed her eyes to roam Wash’s not-naked-enough body lecherously and licked her lips. “Your turn.”
Wash wanted to take off his boxers, he really did, but he didn’t seem to be able to move. Here Kaylee was, legs gently swinging off the edge of the table, naked as the day she came into the verse, and he’d come over with sudden paralysis.
“Let me,” Kaylee whispered -- now officially the two sexiest words in the English language -- as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his froggy boxers (he hadn’t planned this, after all) and dragged them down his hips so slowly he thought he might have slapped her, if he hadn’t been so unfortunately paralyzed, of course. Finally, Wash felt the material sliding over the tip of him, soaking up the clear liquid that had pooled there, and farther down until his cock sprang free, briefly brushing against Kaylee’s belly.
Kaylee gave him a soft push and miraculously, his feet worked long enough to stumbled backwards far enough for Kaylee to hop off the table and pull his shorts off the rest of the way. But instead of standing back up, Kaylee dropped to her knees and sought Wash’s eyes. Her soft, blue eyes were filled to the brim with unbridled lust and oh, oh god oh wuh de tyen, ah10, he figured out why she hadn’t stood back up and -
“Kayleeno,” he said, not intending for it to come out all one word. It wasn’t that he didn’t want her to, he was still alive, he just knew that if he even so much as thought about little Kaylee’s perfect, pink, pouty lips stretching around his -- “Nnaugh.”
“Let me,” Kaylee’s murmured, stroking the inside of his thigh with the back of her hand. She had to stop that. She really really had to stop that, or-
Wash, completely cured of any and all paralysis, took hold of Kaylee’s shoulders and with a strength he didn’t know his puny arms could muster, lifted Kaylee from her knees and sat her back on the table. He stared into her eyes, eyes that made him smile and laugh and in this particular instance, claim her lips possessively, claiming every inch of her mouth as his own, devouring every sweet drop of Kaylee’s essence until he felt her fingers ghosting down his stomach and curl around his hardness.
“Ooof,” He said ridiculously.
“Wash,” Kaylee whimpered breathlessly, pressing her lips to the side of his neck. “I want you in me, Wash. Please.”
In that instant, Wash’s head was more clear than it had been in, he thought, ever. Everything was crystal and clear and he understood everything and he saw everything and he felt everything and he knew exactly what he wanted and exactly who he wanted it with. Kaylee looked into his eyes, holding his gaze as she slowly leaned back until she was lying flat on her back on the table. Wash ran his hands down her smooth, freckled legs, drinking in the sight of her gloriously nude body which really, on some planets and quite a few moons, could be considered criminal. Slowly, he nudged her legs apart and moved between them. His cock brushed the sparse golden curls between her thighs as he leaned over her, kissing her slowly and deeply, passing unspoken promises from his lips into her mouth as slid between her slick, velvety folds and into her.
“Wash-”
“Kaylee-”
They gasped in unison -- Kaylee at the feeling of being stretched and filled to the very brim, Wash at the feeling of being sucked in and squeezed until he wanted to cry and come all in the same breath. It took him a moment to regain his clarity, and once he had, there was nothing more clear to him than the feeling of Kaylee’s body wrapped around him, the sweet fragrance of her arousal, the needy expression of passion washing across her face in waves, or the jing tsai 11 moans and desperate whimpers spilling from her lips. He’d never felt anything close to this before. Not with Zoe. Not ever.
Kaylee locked her legs around Wash’s waist as he moved in and out of her, not fucking her, not making love to her, but someplace in between. Someplace lovely. It wasn’t slow or fast or soft or hard, it was just Kaylee and Wash being Kaylee and Wash and it was perfect.
“Wash,” She cried out, her back arching off the table. “Lao tyen yeh,12 that feels, oh, that feels-”
“I know,” Wash murmured, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he thrust into her tight, lithe body evenly and controlled, savoring every second he got to spend sheathed inside her tight, wonderful heat. “Oh Kaylee, Kaylee, I know.”
Wash took her legs and flung them over his shoulders, bending over her body to kiss her mouth, her neck, her chin, anything his lips could find to take purchase on. Her skin was salty with sweat, but sweet with Kaylee and he was mesmerized by the way her breasts rose and fell with each shallow breath.
“So pretty,” Wash murmured against her lips as he ran his hand up back of her thigh and up her leg. Kaylee moaned and clenched around him and Wash felt himself swell inside of her, a familiar tightening in his groin signaling that it wouldn’t be long. Placing his hands beneath Kaylee’s arms, he scooped her up until he was holding her flush against his body, her ankles digging into the small of his back as he drove up into her tight body, groaning and grunting with each deep thrust.
“Oh, oh, Wash,” Kaylee cried, her arms flung tightly around his shoulders as he impaled her, deeper than anyone had ever been inside of her, driving her to the point of unbearable ecstasy. Finally, she felt the coiling in her belly and the rush between her legs, and Wash’s cock moved just so inside of her, and brushed just so against the spot outside of her, that she had to cover her mouth and bite her own fingers to keep herself from screaming like a two bit whore as she came.
“Kaylee,” Wash gasped her name breathlessly as he felt Kaylee’s body clench and spasm around him. He didn’t need much encouragement anyway, but just hearing Kaylee’s almost silent sobs of pleasure as she covered her mouth, and just seeing the look on her face as she came apart for him was enough to make him forget who he was. As Kaylee’s climax took her over, it pulled Wash with her, squeezing and contracting around his cock until it was milking the release from him and he was pulling Kaylee’s hair and sinking his teeth into her shoulder to keep from shouting her name and saying the things he wanted so badly to say, but wouldn’t. Couldn’t. He dug his fingers into her thighs as he came with a great shudder, spilling white hot liquid inside of her, leaving bruises in the shape of his fingers on her fair, freckled skin.
Wash held onto Kaylee’s slick body tightly, afraid they would both crumple to the ground if he so much as loosened his hold on her, and frantically kissed every inch of skin he could reach.
“Mmm,” Kaylee moaned against his skin and he felt her inner muscles squeeze around his sensitive cock once more, milking one last drop out of him. They both shuddered, gasped, and swore under their collective breaths.
Slowly and carefully, he took a few paces forward and sat Kaylee back down on the table. Her hair was stuck to the side of her sweaty, flushed face and he tucked it behind her ear with his finger. She smiled and Wash lowered his fingers to her lips, watching intently as Kaylee kissed the tips of them. He wrapped his arms around her possessively and pulled her against his chest, wishing he didn’t have to let go of her, not yet. Not ever.
“Kaylee,” He said between pants. His muscles were tired, his bones were tired, hell even his hair was tired. It had been well worth it though, no denying that. Told you, he said to his spent penis. “That was…”
“That was real nice, Wash.” Kaylee murmured, still immersed in the haze of afterglow.
“Yeah. Ohh, yeah,” Wash grinned, firmly kissing her on the lips. “Kaylee, listen. I -- I want you-”
“Shh,” Kaylee smiled sweetly, pressing her fingers to Wash’s lips to silence him. “Don’t got to be talked about now, Wash. Just be happy, dong ma?13 I need you to be happy.”
Wash stared at her quizzically. He hadn’t expected her to say something like that. He’d expected, at the least, for her to throw something at him and call him an adulterous bastard right before she tried o cut his pecker off. Oh wait, that would be Zoe he was thinking of.
“No Kaylee,” He shook his head defiantly. “Just let me say this.”
Kaylele sighed and let her head fall against his shoulder. He could feel her breath on his skin and it tickled. “Go ‘head then,” she murmured.
Wash cupped her delicate face between his hands and gently forced her to look at him. “I want you, Kaylee,” He said, staring into her wondrous blue eyes. “I want you.”
“Really?” She grinned, pulling the corner of her lip between her teeth.
“Of course,” Wash replied matter-of-factly, as if she should have already known the answer. “I can’t -- well, you know about -- but I will Kaylee. I swear to you, I will do it.”
“I believe you,” Kaylee said, pulling his face down to hers to kiss him. Wash was confounded by all this understanding and wanting him to be happy business. It definitely wasn’t what he was used to. He leaned in and pressed his forehead against Kaylee’s and closed his eyes.
“I wish,” He murmured, but couldn’t finish the sentence. Kaylee pressed her lips to his one last time before hopping down and gathering her clothes from every corner of the mess hall.
They were quiet as they dressed, stealing glances at one another in turns, and so it went from then on. Quiet at breakfast, sneaking peeks over their porridge when no one was looking, quiet at lunch and at dinner and whenever they had to be in close quarters together. Together, but not alone. The time would present itself often, however, when they could be alone. When Zoe would be off with the Cap and Jayne on a job and Wash would take her in the engine room, in her bunk, in the really disgusting- but- they-didn’t -give- a- good- gorram- bathroom, and he would remember what it was like to feel loved. .
It was in those moments that his frown faded back into a crooked Wash grin and his dulcet tones morphed into perky Wash tones, and it was in those moments that the very un-Wash like man remembered how to be Wash again, their light at the end of the tunnel, their beacon in a sea of darkness. It was in those moments that Kaylee knew she loved him and would wait for him, no matter how long it took. And it was in those moment that she knew everything was right.
Translations:
(1) horrible old tyrant
(2) dammit
(3) Jesus
(4) crap
(5) Dear God in heaven
(6) Stupid son of a drooling whore and monkey!
(7) Mother of God
(8) violent lunatic
(9) sweeetheart
(10) Dear God in heaven
(11) Brilliant
(12)Oh God
(13) Understand?
Translations courtesy of Browncoats.com
Pairing: Wash/Kaylee
Rating: M for mature
Disclaimer: Firefly characters and verse belong to The One, Joss Whedon. I’m just borrowing Kaylee and Wash for to be writing the pron. I’m not making anything off of this, just happies.
Summary: It’s horrible, Kaylee thinks as she gazes across the room at him, and it ain’t right. Wash was supposed to be their light in a sea of darkness, their beacon. He can’t go out.
It was sometime after two in the morning and the ship was quiet. Serenity’s core whirred prettily as they floated through the black, headed for the coordinates Wash had set right after they’d finished up with supper and the Captain let him know where their next job would be. A quaint little moon called Bellereve made up almost entirely of an odd sort of religious folk who didn’t like to use electricity or anything with a motor, and Kaylee disliked them immediately upon hearing this.
Like most nights, Kaylee was piddling in the engine room, unable to sleep ‘cause she’s too worried something might short out or fall off (kuh ooh duh lao bao jurn 1 of a Captain won’t spare ten bits to get a shiny new compression coil) or that her girl might just need some support to know that she can do it, or maybe she gets lonely at night just like Kaylee does. Kaylee hates nighttime. Of course out in the black its always dark, no sun rising in the east or setting in the west, but at least during the day she don’t get so lonely. During the day she’s got River to play with and Simon to tease and Jayne to pester and Shepard to barrage with questions and Wash, well if she’s being honest, Wash ain’t like the rest of ‘em at all. Wash is the one that helps her keep the bounce in her step, with his perfectly timed jokes and witty remarks just when she needs ‘em. He’s the one that keeps her smilin’ and laughin’, the one who keeps her Kaylee. Out in the black it’d be so easy for them to all lose their minds and forget who they were and kill each other in fits of horrible space dementia, but Wash holds them together. (holds her together) He reminds them that there can still be brightness in a world with darkness as far as the eye can see. Zoe was a lucky woman to have him. They were all lucky.
After checking Serenity up and down and over and over, Kaylee couldn’t find nothing’ that might go wrong or need fixin‘, so she stalked off down to the mess hall, as was her usual routine on sleepless nights like this one, to fix herself up a nice, warm cup of cocoa. All right, so the water was lukewarm and the cocoa was just a few months past expiration and was bought at a cheap border moon grocer anyhow, but if she closed her eyes it could magically pass for the steaming hot chocolate with the yummy marshmallow bits floating on top her Grandmomma used to make her and her cousins on Christmas morning. When she opened her eyes, tasting instead the room temp gritty chocolate on her tongue, Wash was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest, though he looked less like Wash than she’d ever seen him look. His color was gone and so was his trademark goofy grin, and she thought oddly, he may have even been frowning. It’s horrible, Kaylee thought as she gazed across the room at him, and it ain’t right. Wash was supposed to be their light in a sea of darkness, their beacon. He can’t go out.
“Wash,” She said, her voice laced with uneasiness. “I couldn’t sleep.”
Wash unfolded his arms and stalked across the room. He pulled a chair from the table and had a seat. He walked with a carelessness Kaylee’d never seen on him, lost and empty. It made her feel weak inside to watch. It ain’t right.
“Wash,” She spoke slowly, carefully. She was in unfamiliar territory and unsure what to do or say around this very un-Wash like person. “Somethin’ the matter?”
Wash slowly turned his head and looked at her, almost like he was looking through her, then looked away again. He buried his head in his palms. “No. Yes. Maybe? Zoe and I…”
“Oh,” Kaylee said softly, so soft it was just barely a breath of air released from her “O” shaped lips as the realization of Wash’s sudden melancholic aura hit her. They’d all been noticing it, how Zoe hardly talked to him at the dinner table anymore, how Wash don’t give her slobbery Wash-kisses and tell her ten times over to be safe, be careful, be on alert, constant vigilance! when she and the captain left for a job anymore. Things had been off with them ever since they helped those poor whore folks out on Aberdeen, but no one knew why. They just knew Wash and Zoe weren’t so much Wash and Zoe anymore.
“Anything I can do?” Kaylee asked, flashing her sweet, helpful smile at him in hopes of passing some good-natured, cheer his way. She couldn’t bear to see Wash like that, sad and -- and lonely? It wasn’t right.
“I don’t know, Kaylee,” He sighed, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. “I wish I knew, but I don’t. What do I know? Nothing, that’s what. I don’t know a thing about a thing.” He sighed again and put his elbows on the table. Kaylee wanted to say something that would help, do something, anything, that would make Wash stop looking so helpless and unhappy and un-Wash. She knew it was wrong and she knew she shouldn’t think it, but at that particular moment she hated Zoe for whatever she’d done to him this time. She’d never said it to anyone before, but Kaylee had never really got Zoe and Wash anyway. She thought Wash deserved someone as warm and carefree and shiny as he was, not a cold, detached, emotionless soldier woman.
Wash made a non-committal noise in the back of his throat and turned his head, looking straight into Kaylee’s baby blues. “I don’t know what to do, Kaylee,” He murmured, transfixed with the look of deep thought and concentration swirling in Kaylee’s eyes. “Tell me. Tell me what I should do.”
Kaylee couldn’t take it anymore. Wash’s voice, though it hardly sounded like his voice anymore, was just too painful to listen to. It was wracked with despair and regret and even a little bit of doubt. It was unfair and unnatural and gorram it, it just wasn’t right! She reached across the table, unable to control her own actions, and watched as if she were a bystander as she touched Wash’s cheek and her hand lingered on his cheek. She gazed into his beautiful, sad, brown eyes and managed to smile somehow.
“Shh,” She whispered soothingly, remembering the way her mama had said it to her when Blake Jernigan had dumped her for a girl that had more up top than her in seventh grade. It had made her feel better, maybe it would help Wash too. They sat there for a moment, but it was one of those moments that seemed like an eternity, and Kaylee’s hand was warm on his cheek and her thumb gently stroked the curve of his jaw as they gazed into each other’s eyes as if searching them for answers they were afraid they‘d never find.
Kaylee’s breath hitched as Wash raised his hand and laid it on top of hers, his fingers splaying out over her fingers, his chocolate eyes warming just as her skin had warmed when he had touched her. “Wash,” she said hesitantly.
“Can I tell you something, Kaylee?” Wash murmured and her eyes fell to his lips (pale peach) as they moved subtly with his words. Kaylee nodded, too afraid he would hear the truth in her voice if she spoke. Wash swallowed and her eyes dropped as she caught his adam’s apple bobbing beneath his skin.
“I’m not happy,” He whispered, his usually musical voice tainted with pain and suffering. (ain’t right) “I try to, ta ma de2. I try so damn hard, but I’m not, Kaylee. I’m just…not.”
“I’m sorry Wash,” She said, knowing full well it wasn’t good enough, wasn’t going to help, wasn’t going to make Wash - Wash again, but says it anyway, and hopes that it might anyway. “I’m real sorry. I wish there was something I could do. Lao tyen yeh,3 do I hate seein’ you like this.”
“You’re sweet,” Wash murmured, absently brushing the back of her knuckles with his thumb as he counted the freckles sprinkled across her cheeks and nose. He’d never been this close before to count them and while he was there he might as well, yeah? Wash also noted he’d never been that close to Kaylee before to notice how sweet she smelled, not only of engine grease and oil and the rest of Serenity’s bodily fluids, but of apples and a hint of vanilla, and of course, the cheap, unsweet chocolate from her luke-warm cocoa. It was a combination of scents that made him feel something, and that something started to swim inside of him like a parasite, poisoning him, making him hot and cold and sweaty all at once like the flu, but he didn’t feel sick. If he were sick he’d want to stay away from Kaylee, wouldn’t want to spread his horrible flu-y germs to her, but that seemed to be the opposite of what he was actually doing.
“Wash,” Kayelee began, unsure and afraid - not afraid of Wash being so close to her, but afraid he might not really want to be. Afraid he was too Un-Wash to know what he was doing. (ain’t right) Afraid he’d back away before she had a chance to do what she was about to do.
***
Kaylee lips were deliciously warm, silky and smooth like a baby’s bottom -- go se!4 Bad analogy. Like a peach, a peach! -- as they pressed against his and there was a thought, a fleeting thought mind you, that it wasn’t right, that he shouldn’t do this, but no, they were definitely like a peach, sweet and juicy, and when she parted her lips just so, the thought didn’t so much as fleet again. Wash placed his hand on Kaylee’s cheek as their lips slid together, perfectly wet, not at all chapped or awkwardly dry -- that happens sometimes -- and as they headed further into the kiss, his hand traveled down the line of her jaw and slid down her powder soft skin to snake around and cup her neck, drawing their mouths closer together.
If Wash had thought her lips had felt like a peach before, he would have been absolutely right, and now he was tasting the deliciously ripe fruit on his tongue as he devoured her sweet, sinful mouth with an eagerness that only Kaylee could create in him.
Placing her palms firmly on his oriental print button up, Kaylee gasped and extracted herself. She was blushing so completely even her freckles were pink, and she had never felt so amazing and so guilty in her entire life. She looked in Wash’s eyes and saw a spark in them, a spark that hadn’t been there earlier when he’d sulked into the mess hall. Wash was coming back (her Wash) and it both excited her and troubled her to think that she‘d been the cause of it. Course she was happy, she’d had eyes for Wash ever since she’d met him, but he was with Zoe. They were married and she might be a lot of things, but she wasn’t no home wrecker. She didn’t know what to think now though. Was it okay if the home was already wrecked?
“Oh Kaylee, please don’t make me stop kissing you,” Wash murmured, stroking her earlobe with his thumb. His brown eyes seemed almost golden now, glazed over with an intense need for something, something she didn’t know if he should be thinking about. “It feels so nice, bao bei. Doesn’t it feel nice?”
Kaylee didn’t stop Wash when he leaned in and began kissing her again. In fact, she threw her arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer, their shoulders and knees bumping together in contact. She parted her mouth eagerly and curled her tongue around Wash’s, pulling it into her mouth, sucking the tip of it between her lips as she heard him make a noise in the back of his throat. His hand dropped to her shoulder, caressing her arms, drawing lazy circles with his thumbs as they kissed hungrily and desperate, like hormone ridden teenagers in the front seat of a pickup truck. They were both gasping for air when they finally broke apart.
Wash’s hands were on Kaylee’s hips and her arms were around his neck. It wouldn’t take much, he thought, to haul her up and lay her out on the mess table. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d thought on the idea, so he had all the logistics of the situation planned out. With a heave and a swoop, he planted Kaylee’s sweet little bum on the table and their lips were locked once more without so much as a glance. They both wanted this, had for too damn long, and they couldn’t stop now, not even for a second. Kaylee’s legs wrapped around Wash’s waist and tugged him closer. Her fingers wriggled beneath the bottom of his shirt, grazing his kinda soft, kinda firm stomach, dragging her stubby nails up his chest.
Wash gasped as Kaylee’s nails roughly scraped over a hardened nipple and moved his mouth off of hers, trailing wet kisses and soft bites down the length of her neck as his hands drifted down her slender curves. He put a hand around her back and pushed her closer against him, seeking out a round, perfect breast with his other hand. Kaylee whimpered as he palmed her breast and she felt Wash’s lips spread out around her ear as he grinned.
“You’re so pretty,” He whispered, dropping his hand to move under her shirt, desperately wanting to feel her warm, supple flesh beneath his hands. “Did I ever tell you that? Because you are. So. Very. Pretty.”
Kaylee breathed a long, passionate sigh as Wash reached up under the cup of her bra and covered her perfect mound with his hand, kneading and squeezing and just slightly pinching and twisting until her body was begging for more. She threaded her fingers through his unkempt blonde hair and tugged his head forward, kissing him fervently, with passion and intent and a longing that she’d carried for far too long to stop now. She fumbled at the buttons on his shirt with fingers that felt too big and clumsy, and probably ended up popping one of more of them off, but all that mattered was that soon, his shirt was off and she could feel his taut, bare skin beneath her hands and lips and teeth and -
“Oh -- Kaylee, biting?” Came Wash’s surprised, though somewhat amused, voice when her teeth clamped around his almost muscular shoulder. “Oh God, do that again.”
Kaylee was good at doing what she was told, so she did. She looked back and stared at the pretty little marks her teeth made on Wash’s fair skin and laved at it with her tongue, soothing the pain, though erupting something new and also slightly painful in his pants. Kaylee felt it pressing against her thigh and smiled, though blushingly so, and looked up at Wash through heavy-lidded, lust filled eyes.
“Wash,” she murmured, her voice so sweet it would melt were it corporeal and left out in the rain. “Tell me I’m pretty.”
“Oh sweetie, you’re more than pretty,” He murmured, struggling to remain coherent.
“Wash,” She said again, batting her innocent-but-he-knew-better-than-that baby blues up at him. “Tell me you want me.”
“Wuh de tyen, ah,5 ” Wash mumbled fluently in Chinese, eyes rolling into the back of his head. “Oh Kaylee, do I want you. I’m amazed I can still fly this ship with the thoughts I have about wanting you. Good lord, am I sixteen again? Because I was pretty sure I was much older and actually past this whole testosterone poisoning puberty thing, but I could be wrong. I‘ve been wrong before, you know. Once, I think, in flight school-”
“Wash-”
“I just can’t stop thinking about you, Kaylee. You in the engine room, you on the bridge, you in the really disgusting but I don’t give a good gorram bathroom, you in your bunk, you-
“Wash-”
“Right here,” he grinned and nibbled her ear lobe. “I very much want you, Kaylee. I want to touch you -- and taste you -- and kiss you -- everywhere you’ll let me.”
“Wash…”
“And then, and then --” Wash ran his fingers through her strawberry blonde locks and whispered lascivious things into her ear, dirty words and even dirtier things he wanted to do to her, fill you, fuck you, want to watch your face, until Kaylee lost every ounce of self control she’d really never had.
Wash made a strangled noise in the back of his throat as Kaylee’s hands flew below his waist, her fingers brushing the prominent bulge in his pants as she deftly flicked the button open and tore down the zipper. Her enthusiastic display caught him unaware, but only encouraged his own desire. Wash frantically reached for her shirt and pulled it over her head it one swift motion, tossing it someplace that didn’t matter as long as it was not. on. her. Kaylee raked her nails down his back and pushed her hands down the back of his jeans as Wash’s fingers fumbled with the clasp holding her bra together.
“Liou coe shway duh biao tze huh hoe tze duh ur tze6," Wash hoarsely muttered, cursing the blasted contraption that had, apparently, permanently affixed itself together to keep him from laying his eyes upon Kaylee’s magnificent, naked body. He couldn’t blame it, though, as he was sure he’d do the same were he in it’s position. Kaylee giggled and reached around her back. One small twist of her fingers and the damn thing popped right open for her, then proceeded to fall right into Wash’s hands.
He stood motionless, completely transfixed by the image of the topless mechanic posed before him on the table like an irresistible siren. Her skin was glowing in the dimly lit room and he was very pleased to see freckles in places he hadn’t had the privilege of seeing until now. Dropping the dainty pink bra, Wash’s head dipped and covered one of Kaylee’s creamy, round breasts with his mouth, bathing a pebbled nipple with his tongue before moving onto the next, minding to pay equal attention to both, lest one become jealous and demand to be compensated, and wouldn’t that be just horrifying?
“Wuh de ma7, Wash,” Kaylee hissed through her teeth as Wash’s teeth grazed an already overly-sensitive nipple, sending a rush of wet heat between her thighs. She could practically feel her sex pulsing and throbbing with arousal. She needed more. Needed to be touched. Needed to be filled. “Please, Wash.”
Wash groaned gutturally at the desperation in Kaylee’s voice. He hadn’t had a woman whimper so desperately for him in so long, the sweet, intoxicating sound went straight to his cock and it jumped a bit too enthusiastically, threatening to end it all for him right then and there. Oh no you don’t, he spoke telepathically to his over eager member, not yet, little buddy. Hang on, it’ll be worth it. I promise you that. C’mon, have I ever steered you wrong? Yes, I know, that complete shiong mung duh kwong run 8 on Arista, you’ll never let me live that down, will you?
He looked up at Kaylee and saw her childlike face flushed with arousal, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth like a first time virgin and for a brief moment he thought he might still be in his bunk and this was just another one of his elaborate Kaylee fantasies. It was then that Kaylee’s nails bit into his skin and Wash figured that was close enough to being pinched. It was really happening and Kaylee really wanted him and he was about to find out just how much.
He claimed her mouth once more, greedy tongue and even greedier lips, and pulled her to her feet. His fingers found the button on her cropped pants and slid them effortlessly down the small curve of her hips, making a gurgling sound at the sight of the scrap of underwear she wore beneath them. Kaylee was tugging on his jeans at the same time, pushing them past his thigh and he helped with the rest, stepping out of them once they reached his ankles. He put his hands around Kaylee’s waist and lifted her back on top of the table to pull her pants off her dainty ankles, pressing his lips to the constellation of stars tattooed on the inside of her leg.
His eyes were set and determined when he lifted his head back up to her. She was still chewing on her bottom lip, obviously unaware of its extreme seductive powers, and Wash felt another surge of heat rush through him. He leaned in and dragged his tongue across her lips, tasting a faint metallic flavor where she’d recently drew blood, and barely suppressed a (manly) whimper.
“Kaylee,” He murmured at the corner of her mouth. “Will you take your panties off for me, bao bei9?"
“Sweet Jesus, yes,” Kaylee moaned, shimmying her red undies past her hips and kicked them across the room with one leg. She allowed her eyes to roam Wash’s not-naked-enough body lecherously and licked her lips. “Your turn.”
Wash wanted to take off his boxers, he really did, but he didn’t seem to be able to move. Here Kaylee was, legs gently swinging off the edge of the table, naked as the day she came into the verse, and he’d come over with sudden paralysis.
“Let me,” Kaylee whispered -- now officially the two sexiest words in the English language -- as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his froggy boxers (he hadn’t planned this, after all) and dragged them down his hips so slowly he thought he might have slapped her, if he hadn’t been so unfortunately paralyzed, of course. Finally, Wash felt the material sliding over the tip of him, soaking up the clear liquid that had pooled there, and farther down until his cock sprang free, briefly brushing against Kaylee’s belly.
Kaylee gave him a soft push and miraculously, his feet worked long enough to stumbled backwards far enough for Kaylee to hop off the table and pull his shorts off the rest of the way. But instead of standing back up, Kaylee dropped to her knees and sought Wash’s eyes. Her soft, blue eyes were filled to the brim with unbridled lust and oh, oh god oh wuh de tyen, ah10, he figured out why she hadn’t stood back up and -
“Kayleeno,” he said, not intending for it to come out all one word. It wasn’t that he didn’t want her to, he was still alive, he just knew that if he even so much as thought about little Kaylee’s perfect, pink, pouty lips stretching around his -- “Nnaugh.”
“Let me,” Kaylee’s murmured, stroking the inside of his thigh with the back of her hand. She had to stop that. She really really had to stop that, or-
Wash, completely cured of any and all paralysis, took hold of Kaylee’s shoulders and with a strength he didn’t know his puny arms could muster, lifted Kaylee from her knees and sat her back on the table. He stared into her eyes, eyes that made him smile and laugh and in this particular instance, claim her lips possessively, claiming every inch of her mouth as his own, devouring every sweet drop of Kaylee’s essence until he felt her fingers ghosting down his stomach and curl around his hardness.
“Ooof,” He said ridiculously.
“Wash,” Kaylee whimpered breathlessly, pressing her lips to the side of his neck. “I want you in me, Wash. Please.”
In that instant, Wash’s head was more clear than it had been in, he thought, ever. Everything was crystal and clear and he understood everything and he saw everything and he felt everything and he knew exactly what he wanted and exactly who he wanted it with. Kaylee looked into his eyes, holding his gaze as she slowly leaned back until she was lying flat on her back on the table. Wash ran his hands down her smooth, freckled legs, drinking in the sight of her gloriously nude body which really, on some planets and quite a few moons, could be considered criminal. Slowly, he nudged her legs apart and moved between them. His cock brushed the sparse golden curls between her thighs as he leaned over her, kissing her slowly and deeply, passing unspoken promises from his lips into her mouth as slid between her slick, velvety folds and into her.
“Wash-”
“Kaylee-”
They gasped in unison -- Kaylee at the feeling of being stretched and filled to the very brim, Wash at the feeling of being sucked in and squeezed until he wanted to cry and come all in the same breath. It took him a moment to regain his clarity, and once he had, there was nothing more clear to him than the feeling of Kaylee’s body wrapped around him, the sweet fragrance of her arousal, the needy expression of passion washing across her face in waves, or the jing tsai 11 moans and desperate whimpers spilling from her lips. He’d never felt anything close to this before. Not with Zoe. Not ever.
Kaylee locked her legs around Wash’s waist as he moved in and out of her, not fucking her, not making love to her, but someplace in between. Someplace lovely. It wasn’t slow or fast or soft or hard, it was just Kaylee and Wash being Kaylee and Wash and it was perfect.
“Wash,” She cried out, her back arching off the table. “Lao tyen yeh,12 that feels, oh, that feels-”
“I know,” Wash murmured, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he thrust into her tight, lithe body evenly and controlled, savoring every second he got to spend sheathed inside her tight, wonderful heat. “Oh Kaylee, Kaylee, I know.”
Wash took her legs and flung them over his shoulders, bending over her body to kiss her mouth, her neck, her chin, anything his lips could find to take purchase on. Her skin was salty with sweat, but sweet with Kaylee and he was mesmerized by the way her breasts rose and fell with each shallow breath.
“So pretty,” Wash murmured against her lips as he ran his hand up back of her thigh and up her leg. Kaylee moaned and clenched around him and Wash felt himself swell inside of her, a familiar tightening in his groin signaling that it wouldn’t be long. Placing his hands beneath Kaylee’s arms, he scooped her up until he was holding her flush against his body, her ankles digging into the small of his back as he drove up into her tight body, groaning and grunting with each deep thrust.
“Oh, oh, Wash,” Kaylee cried, her arms flung tightly around his shoulders as he impaled her, deeper than anyone had ever been inside of her, driving her to the point of unbearable ecstasy. Finally, she felt the coiling in her belly and the rush between her legs, and Wash’s cock moved just so inside of her, and brushed just so against the spot outside of her, that she had to cover her mouth and bite her own fingers to keep herself from screaming like a two bit whore as she came.
“Kaylee,” Wash gasped her name breathlessly as he felt Kaylee’s body clench and spasm around him. He didn’t need much encouragement anyway, but just hearing Kaylee’s almost silent sobs of pleasure as she covered her mouth, and just seeing the look on her face as she came apart for him was enough to make him forget who he was. As Kaylee’s climax took her over, it pulled Wash with her, squeezing and contracting around his cock until it was milking the release from him and he was pulling Kaylee’s hair and sinking his teeth into her shoulder to keep from shouting her name and saying the things he wanted so badly to say, but wouldn’t. Couldn’t. He dug his fingers into her thighs as he came with a great shudder, spilling white hot liquid inside of her, leaving bruises in the shape of his fingers on her fair, freckled skin.
Wash held onto Kaylee’s slick body tightly, afraid they would both crumple to the ground if he so much as loosened his hold on her, and frantically kissed every inch of skin he could reach.
“Mmm,” Kaylee moaned against his skin and he felt her inner muscles squeeze around his sensitive cock once more, milking one last drop out of him. They both shuddered, gasped, and swore under their collective breaths.
Slowly and carefully, he took a few paces forward and sat Kaylee back down on the table. Her hair was stuck to the side of her sweaty, flushed face and he tucked it behind her ear with his finger. She smiled and Wash lowered his fingers to her lips, watching intently as Kaylee kissed the tips of them. He wrapped his arms around her possessively and pulled her against his chest, wishing he didn’t have to let go of her, not yet. Not ever.
“Kaylee,” He said between pants. His muscles were tired, his bones were tired, hell even his hair was tired. It had been well worth it though, no denying that. Told you, he said to his spent penis. “That was…”
“That was real nice, Wash.” Kaylee murmured, still immersed in the haze of afterglow.
“Yeah. Ohh, yeah,” Wash grinned, firmly kissing her on the lips. “Kaylee, listen. I -- I want you-”
“Shh,” Kaylee smiled sweetly, pressing her fingers to Wash’s lips to silence him. “Don’t got to be talked about now, Wash. Just be happy, dong ma?13 I need you to be happy.”
Wash stared at her quizzically. He hadn’t expected her to say something like that. He’d expected, at the least, for her to throw something at him and call him an adulterous bastard right before she tried o cut his pecker off. Oh wait, that would be Zoe he was thinking of.
“No Kaylee,” He shook his head defiantly. “Just let me say this.”
Kaylele sighed and let her head fall against his shoulder. He could feel her breath on his skin and it tickled. “Go ‘head then,” she murmured.
Wash cupped her delicate face between his hands and gently forced her to look at him. “I want you, Kaylee,” He said, staring into her wondrous blue eyes. “I want you.”
“Really?” She grinned, pulling the corner of her lip between her teeth.
“Of course,” Wash replied matter-of-factly, as if she should have already known the answer. “I can’t -- well, you know about -- but I will Kaylee. I swear to you, I will do it.”
“I believe you,” Kaylee said, pulling his face down to hers to kiss him. Wash was confounded by all this understanding and wanting him to be happy business. It definitely wasn’t what he was used to. He leaned in and pressed his forehead against Kaylee’s and closed his eyes.
“I wish,” He murmured, but couldn’t finish the sentence. Kaylee pressed her lips to his one last time before hopping down and gathering her clothes from every corner of the mess hall.
They were quiet as they dressed, stealing glances at one another in turns, and so it went from then on. Quiet at breakfast, sneaking peeks over their porridge when no one was looking, quiet at lunch and at dinner and whenever they had to be in close quarters together. Together, but not alone. The time would present itself often, however, when they could be alone. When Zoe would be off with the Cap and Jayne on a job and Wash would take her in the engine room, in her bunk, in the really disgusting- but- they-didn’t -give- a- good- gorram- bathroom, and he would remember what it was like to feel loved. .
It was in those moments that his frown faded back into a crooked Wash grin and his dulcet tones morphed into perky Wash tones, and it was in those moments that the very un-Wash like man remembered how to be Wash again, their light at the end of the tunnel, their beacon in a sea of darkness. It was in those moments that Kaylee knew she loved him and would wait for him, no matter how long it took. And it was in those moment that she knew everything was right.
Translations:
(1) horrible old tyrant
(2) dammit
(3) Jesus
(4) crap
(5) Dear God in heaven
(6) Stupid son of a drooling whore and monkey!
(7) Mother of God
(8) violent lunatic
(9) sweeetheart
(10) Dear God in heaven
(11) Brilliant
(12)Oh God
(13) Understand?
Translations courtesy of Browncoats.com