Naive Wash (Wash/Saffron)
Just a quick fic for the 28 Flavours of Wash. A list for those fics (there's only a couple others done) can be found here. And there are still lots that haven't been claimed, so if you wanna claim a second time, then go ahead. :)
This one is 'Naive' Wash with Saffron, written for ferretwho. It's pre-series. R rated, I suppose.
The house was huge. Not that he'd been expecting something tiny but this...this was big enough to be intimidating and there wasn't a lot he'd found yet that intimidated him. Of course, he hadn't really had a lot of worldly experiences, yet, either. Which meant that the number one thing that intimidated him - so far - was a house. A huge, magnificent, expensive, cultured house.
And there was what waited for him inside the house.
He wasn't a virgin, tianna, no. But the woman inside those walls was gonna be a lot different from Alice two rows in front of him from mechanics class. Experienced and wily...and...he wasn't really sure what to expect. His brother insisted this was a passage into man-hood and Wash was twenty-one, now. Past time to be a man, so happy birthday! Now go get some. Wash hadn't really had the heart to tell his older by ten years brother that he was past this stage a lot of years ago. Plus...Companion, he'd be a fool to turn that down, right?
Yeah.
He took a deep breath - the high collared dress shirt he was wearing choked - and pressed his thumb to the depression in the door. Old fashioned chimes sounded from within the house. Could he call it that? Mansion. Palace. Castle? That was probably going too far.
The woman that answered the door wasn't. She was a girl, his age, younger maybe. She smiled at him, her head ducked, her eyelashes long. A girl, all woman. Wash's mouth went dry.
“Mr. Washburne.” Her voice was nothing but a purr, she peered up at him from under her eyelashes, a wicked glance. “A pleasure. You can call me Livia”
She held her hand to him, her fingers stroking over his when he took it. Politeness said he should probably kiss her knuckles or something like that, like a gentleman. He was having a hard time concentrating on much of anything when her nail was scraping along the length of his finger. “Great. I...” Tianna, what was the etiquette here? “But call me Wash.”
She gave him a slow look over. “Anything you want.” She turned, his hand still caught in hers so she could tug him inside. “Lets get this show on the road.”
He was too busy paying attention to how her short skirt swayed at her hips to do anything other than follow. He was sure he'd never seen a Companion in a short skirt before. No, it was always gowns and jewelry and makeup. Livia had a flare to her, a defiance. Maybe she wasn't so different from Alice, after all.
The room when they got to it- Wash's back was pushed up against the wall and hot lips, skilled lips were pressing against his, wicked tongue pressing in. Fuck the room. He thought he might have seen a bed, at the same time that didn't even really matter because Livia was pulling back and smirking at him, wild fire in her eyes.
“I'm going to suck you until you're screaming and then you're going to push me back and ride me.”
“Uh... What about...” His mouth was moving without his brain's go ahead. “Rituals and...uh...” Didn't Companion's have rituals? Tianna, was the woman even a Companion at all?
Livia's eyebrow lifted, a fine arch. “You want me to serve you tea?” She pouted. Her hand pressed down his chest, dipping down to cup her not so delicate fingers against his starting to harden dick.
“No...?”
She chuckled at him and lent in, her tongue against his neck, pressing where his pulse thudded against the surface. “I know what boys like you want. And it sure as hell isn't rituals.”
Wash was forced to agree when she slide down to her knees, quick fingers pulling him from the confines of his jeans and she showed him just what else Companion's were taught.
*
He watched her through drowsy eyes as she sat on the edge of the bed, satisfied smile in place. She had her skirt back on along with her bra and she was in the process of pulling one knee high boot on, folding out the creases in the leather as she zipped it up the back. His eyes followed the line of her leg as she stretched it up, skirt folding up to the crease of her hip.
Tianna, he didn't know how she had the energy. He was ready to sleep and she looked fresh enough to get up and jog a couple rounds around the mansion/castle. Maybe he had the energy for another round of something else, though. He reached out for her, tugged at her leg and she turned to him with a smirk.
“That's some libido you've got there, pilot.” But she was still settling herself over him again, her hands rested over his chest. “I think you've used up all your time.”
“You don't seem too anxious to leave.” He ran his hand up under her skirt.
“I guess not.” She leaned down, her lips brushing against his, pulling back when he tried to strengthen the contact. “We could draw our time out. If you would just do me one,” she kissed him, “little,” again, “favor.”
He'd track down the old system for Earth-that-was for her right now if she would just move like that against him again. “Name it.”
“Take me with you.” He blinked up at her. “When you leave, take me with you. I know you're a pilot, you have you're own ship with you from the flight school.” She ducked her head, avoided his gaze and for the first time, he thought her almost shy. “You could take me from this. With you.”
He stared at her. Taking a Companion from the guild without express permission from her mistress was...akin to kidnapping her and he'd surely be marked fugitive when they figured it out. But she was looking at him full of hope and trust and...she moved her hips again.
She brushed her lips against his again and he forgot his questions. “Come on, baby, be a hero. Please.” She whispered in his ear. “I want you to show me the world.”
“Yeah...”
The end.
And that's how Saffron got away from the guild and why Wash had to move out to the Rim. *nod*
This one is 'Naive' Wash with Saffron, written for ferretwho. It's pre-series. R rated, I suppose.
The house was huge. Not that he'd been expecting something tiny but this...this was big enough to be intimidating and there wasn't a lot he'd found yet that intimidated him. Of course, he hadn't really had a lot of worldly experiences, yet, either. Which meant that the number one thing that intimidated him - so far - was a house. A huge, magnificent, expensive, cultured house.
And there was what waited for him inside the house.
He wasn't a virgin, tianna, no. But the woman inside those walls was gonna be a lot different from Alice two rows in front of him from mechanics class. Experienced and wily...and...he wasn't really sure what to expect. His brother insisted this was a passage into man-hood and Wash was twenty-one, now. Past time to be a man, so happy birthday! Now go get some. Wash hadn't really had the heart to tell his older by ten years brother that he was past this stage a lot of years ago. Plus...Companion, he'd be a fool to turn that down, right?
Yeah.
He took a deep breath - the high collared dress shirt he was wearing choked - and pressed his thumb to the depression in the door. Old fashioned chimes sounded from within the house. Could he call it that? Mansion. Palace. Castle? That was probably going too far.
The woman that answered the door wasn't. She was a girl, his age, younger maybe. She smiled at him, her head ducked, her eyelashes long. A girl, all woman. Wash's mouth went dry.
“Mr. Washburne.” Her voice was nothing but a purr, she peered up at him from under her eyelashes, a wicked glance. “A pleasure. You can call me Livia”
She held her hand to him, her fingers stroking over his when he took it. Politeness said he should probably kiss her knuckles or something like that, like a gentleman. He was having a hard time concentrating on much of anything when her nail was scraping along the length of his finger. “Great. I...” Tianna, what was the etiquette here? “But call me Wash.”
She gave him a slow look over. “Anything you want.” She turned, his hand still caught in hers so she could tug him inside. “Lets get this show on the road.”
He was too busy paying attention to how her short skirt swayed at her hips to do anything other than follow. He was sure he'd never seen a Companion in a short skirt before. No, it was always gowns and jewelry and makeup. Livia had a flare to her, a defiance. Maybe she wasn't so different from Alice, after all.
The room when they got to it- Wash's back was pushed up against the wall and hot lips, skilled lips were pressing against his, wicked tongue pressing in. Fuck the room. He thought he might have seen a bed, at the same time that didn't even really matter because Livia was pulling back and smirking at him, wild fire in her eyes.
“I'm going to suck you until you're screaming and then you're going to push me back and ride me.”
“Uh... What about...” His mouth was moving without his brain's go ahead. “Rituals and...uh...” Didn't Companion's have rituals? Tianna, was the woman even a Companion at all?
Livia's eyebrow lifted, a fine arch. “You want me to serve you tea?” She pouted. Her hand pressed down his chest, dipping down to cup her not so delicate fingers against his starting to harden dick.
“No...?”
She chuckled at him and lent in, her tongue against his neck, pressing where his pulse thudded against the surface. “I know what boys like you want. And it sure as hell isn't rituals.”
Wash was forced to agree when she slide down to her knees, quick fingers pulling him from the confines of his jeans and she showed him just what else Companion's were taught.
*
He watched her through drowsy eyes as she sat on the edge of the bed, satisfied smile in place. She had her skirt back on along with her bra and she was in the process of pulling one knee high boot on, folding out the creases in the leather as she zipped it up the back. His eyes followed the line of her leg as she stretched it up, skirt folding up to the crease of her hip.
Tianna, he didn't know how she had the energy. He was ready to sleep and she looked fresh enough to get up and jog a couple rounds around the mansion/castle. Maybe he had the energy for another round of something else, though. He reached out for her, tugged at her leg and she turned to him with a smirk.
“That's some libido you've got there, pilot.” But she was still settling herself over him again, her hands rested over his chest. “I think you've used up all your time.”
“You don't seem too anxious to leave.” He ran his hand up under her skirt.
“I guess not.” She leaned down, her lips brushing against his, pulling back when he tried to strengthen the contact. “We could draw our time out. If you would just do me one,” she kissed him, “little,” again, “favor.”
He'd track down the old system for Earth-that-was for her right now if she would just move like that against him again. “Name it.”
“Take me with you.” He blinked up at her. “When you leave, take me with you. I know you're a pilot, you have you're own ship with you from the flight school.” She ducked her head, avoided his gaze and for the first time, he thought her almost shy. “You could take me from this. With you.”
He stared at her. Taking a Companion from the guild without express permission from her mistress was...akin to kidnapping her and he'd surely be marked fugitive when they figured it out. But she was looking at him full of hope and trust and...she moved her hips again.
She brushed her lips against his again and he forgot his questions. “Come on, baby, be a hero. Please.” She whispered in his ear. “I want you to show me the world.”
“Yeah...”
The end.
And that's how Saffron got away from the guild and why Wash had to move out to the Rim. *nod*