Rediscovered ficlets
Rediscovered when I was looking at the prompt list for some femslash ficathon. And discovered that they were all Inara/someone prompts. Pah! I thought to myself, where are the Zoe prompts? Apparently Wash and Zoe both are not allowed to play with anyone but each other.
To heck with that, I say. And ferretwho says as well since these two ficlets were actually written for her some time ago. She wanted Wash/River. I failed.
The first one is Zoe/River, post-Serenity the movie and rated R. The second one is just Wash, pre-series AU and rated G.
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She's never felt nervous before. Scared, yes, unsure, of course. But nervous? The kind of nervous where there are butterflies fluttering and dancing in her stomach, a feeling that spreads in tingles through her body. She's never felt that kind of nervous. Where fear and anticipation and excitement all tangle up together.
It's hers and his and hers, all pressed together, all moving together, slow and rhythmic.
This is it, this is the night.
She takes a deep breath and sets one foot forward, the metal rung cool to her bare foot.
She's going to make it happen tonight, no more being afraid.
They know she's there. That she stands outside their bunk and listens with an ear pressed to their hatch. They can feel her hovering on the outskirts of their world and their minds, wanting so badly to get in. Wanting that connection with someone, wanting to feel that desperation that comes with the moment.
She's not the only one that wants that.
The hatch closes behind her and Zoe is half rising from the bed, flushed and desperate, so much so that when River straddles her thighs a moment later and puts her fingers to work, Zoe doesn't complain. She lies back, her hair fans around her head, her breasts rise on a deep breath. The view is familiar, one Wash has shown her before, his favorite he thinks but it's got a lot of competition. River cycles through them all in their minds and agrees.
Zoe's hands skim up her back, bare as her feet, clothes left in her bunk. Her voice catches on Wash's name as River copies the way his fingers move in her. Even if hers are thinner, not calloused from gripping the yolk. Zoe can toss those differences aside as she closes her eyes.
There comes the desperation, in trembling thighs and gasping breaths and a second later, the connection. As Zoe breaks, her breaths are more than gasps, and she pushes up to wrap her arms around River. She whispers out River's name. Not Wash's like River has been hearing for the past weeks, in quiet desperation that's not ever going to be sated. Not by the one Zoe is asking for.
River can take care of that instead, now.
When Zoe's breaths even, she can take care of the same for River.
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He's not sure why they had to pick him for this mission. Okay, so he knows the logic of it. In the way where he's got no ID with the Alliance and can make up whatever he wants, or whatever they tell him to. That he's got no ID outside of the Alliance, either, because he's spent all his time since he was six hiding out with underground movements that are apparently insane.
Insane because he is not made for this sort of undercover crap. They've tried training him in a dozen different forms of combat and espionage and he doesn't even know what else and he failed every time. Ever since his parents dumped him off because they thought this would be a better life than breathing poison and living under Alliance thumb. He's not sure what he thinks of that.
The only thing he's ever shown any sort of aptitude for is flying.
They make up a list of credentials, a story, a false name, and send him out. The captain hires him seemingly without a second thought and he's put behind the stick of the Firefly.
For a year he flies and he almost forgets that this isn't freedom, it's a mission. They rarely contact him, until a day before the boy and his sister get on board. Then there's a job to do.
Keep them safe. The underground is counting on it.
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To heck with that, I say. And ferretwho says as well since these two ficlets were actually written for her some time ago. She wanted Wash/River. I failed.
The first one is Zoe/River, post-Serenity the movie and rated R. The second one is just Wash, pre-series AU and rated G.
*
She's never felt nervous before. Scared, yes, unsure, of course. But nervous? The kind of nervous where there are butterflies fluttering and dancing in her stomach, a feeling that spreads in tingles through her body. She's never felt that kind of nervous. Where fear and anticipation and excitement all tangle up together.
It's hers and his and hers, all pressed together, all moving together, slow and rhythmic.
This is it, this is the night.
She takes a deep breath and sets one foot forward, the metal rung cool to her bare foot.
She's going to make it happen tonight, no more being afraid.
They know she's there. That she stands outside their bunk and listens with an ear pressed to their hatch. They can feel her hovering on the outskirts of their world and their minds, wanting so badly to get in. Wanting that connection with someone, wanting to feel that desperation that comes with the moment.
She's not the only one that wants that.
The hatch closes behind her and Zoe is half rising from the bed, flushed and desperate, so much so that when River straddles her thighs a moment later and puts her fingers to work, Zoe doesn't complain. She lies back, her hair fans around her head, her breasts rise on a deep breath. The view is familiar, one Wash has shown her before, his favorite he thinks but it's got a lot of competition. River cycles through them all in their minds and agrees.
Zoe's hands skim up her back, bare as her feet, clothes left in her bunk. Her voice catches on Wash's name as River copies the way his fingers move in her. Even if hers are thinner, not calloused from gripping the yolk. Zoe can toss those differences aside as she closes her eyes.
There comes the desperation, in trembling thighs and gasping breaths and a second later, the connection. As Zoe breaks, her breaths are more than gasps, and she pushes up to wrap her arms around River. She whispers out River's name. Not Wash's like River has been hearing for the past weeks, in quiet desperation that's not ever going to be sated. Not by the one Zoe is asking for.
River can take care of that instead, now.
When Zoe's breaths even, she can take care of the same for River.
*
*
He's not sure why they had to pick him for this mission. Okay, so he knows the logic of it. In the way where he's got no ID with the Alliance and can make up whatever he wants, or whatever they tell him to. That he's got no ID outside of the Alliance, either, because he's spent all his time since he was six hiding out with underground movements that are apparently insane.
Insane because he is not made for this sort of undercover crap. They've tried training him in a dozen different forms of combat and espionage and he doesn't even know what else and he failed every time. Ever since his parents dumped him off because they thought this would be a better life than breathing poison and living under Alliance thumb. He's not sure what he thinks of that.
The only thing he's ever shown any sort of aptitude for is flying.
They make up a list of credentials, a story, a false name, and send him out. The captain hires him seemingly without a second thought and he's put behind the stick of the Firefly.
For a year he flies and he almost forgets that this isn't freedom, it's a mission. They rarely contact him, until a day before the boy and his sister get on board. Then there's a job to do.
Keep them safe. The underground is counting on it.
*