Fic: Half of Life (Zoe/Kaylee; R)
Title: Half of Life
Pairing: Zoe/Kaylee
Rating: R
Words: About 1500
Summary: From the Firefly Prompt Challenge, Prompt # 46. Zoe/Kaylee: In the early days. Wash bothers Zoe. But Kaylee doesn't! Breezy no-strings-attached smutfic. Or, to make things interesting, same deal, more strings, and include Wash in the smut.
Notes: Thanks to valiant for support when I was stuck. Title based on a quote by Kahlil Gibran ("Desire is half of life; indifference is half of death").
Disclaimer: Clearly I claim no ownership to these characters/situations; nor am I making money from this fic writing thing.
It ain't that Kaylee is always looking for sex. She ain't, not really. Just seems like it finds her, sometimes sneaking up on her, sometimes sending signals she'd have to be blind to miss.
This is one of them surprise times, though now she thinks back on it, maybe it shouldn't be. But she's still getting used to Serenity's workings, and the captain's quirks, and the odd folk who make up the crew. So maybe she's got an excuse for not paying attention to other things.
Excuse or no, she can feel herself blushing under Zoe's gaze - who's focused right down on Kaylee, the way she gets sometimes when she's talking about plans with the captain. It's a lot of attention, all at once. "Really?" Kaylee's voice squeaks a little, but that ain't her fault. Kaylee knows she's pretty and fun and good with machines, but she never figured someone like Zoe would look her way. Not like this. "I ain't sayin' no," she adds quickly, because Zoe don't strike her as one who waits for answers. "I'm just surprised is all."
Zoe half-smiles, like she's making fun of herself, and says, "I'm a little surprised myself."
And that makes Kaylee feel cold, all of a sudden. What kind of manners does a person got when they come along and suggest a tumble, and then get maybe insulting right after? No manners at all, her mama would say. Kaylee's never been one for standing around and taking rudeness. "What's that supposed to mean?" she asks, moving her hands to her hips. "You regretting something already? Maybe you oughta leave." She's already turning back to the panel she was fusing closed. Maybe she'll regret her words later, if there's trouble, but right now, she doesn't have to deal with this.
"Hey." Zoe says, her hand shaking Kaylee's shoulder once, twice. "I wasn't - it wasn't meant as an insult. I'm just not so used with looking at folk like this. Not these days. Got used to not asking." Her voice drops down a little, like she doesn't want anyone else to hear. "It's just been a long while since I've - wanted."
Oh. And now Kaylee feels like a real backberth.
But she turns around anyway, even though she's blushing again, just for different reasons. And she looks at Zoe, really looks at her - the way she stands, real tall and straight, proud but a little broken, somehow. Her lips looks soft, and they're smiling right now, pretty curves that Kaylee suddenly wants reach out and trace with her fingers. And maybe most days Zoe's language says no touching, but this ain't one of those days.
Kaylee nods slightly and turns back to finish her welding, because it ain't ever good to leave a job half done. When the panel's set in as a good as it's going to get, she carefully packs away her tools, and only then does she stand up, grinning, swinging her hands. "So? You busy now?"
Zoe laughs, once, sharp, and says, "I think I'm free."
*
"You want something to drink first? Tea? There's whiskey too." Zoe asks like she ain't entirely used to these kind of pleasantries, even when she invites someone down to her bunk. The room is bigger than Kaylee's, but she'd expected as much. Bigger, and there ain't much in the way of decorating. Not like Kaylee's space. She'd fixed that up real quick when she signed on - done it even before she started looking for other problems Bester had missed.
She shakes her head. "Naw." Sometimes drinking's real nice before sex, but other times Kaylee doesn't want the taste in her mouth, messing around with the taste of the other person. This is one of them times. "Might want water after, though." She undoes one side of her coveralls as she says it.
"Think I can do that," Zoe says, unbuckling her gun belt.
And ain't that a sight? Kaylee ain't never been with someone who wears guns like that. Mostly the folk she met down the docks or around home were mechanic types, or shopkeepers. She'd seen the mercs and all that, but they hadn't ever seemed to see her. Not that she'd have wanted most of them.
So watching Zoe set down her weapons is a new thing. She handles 'em real careful-like, putting them down like maybe they're precious, the most valuable thing Zoe owns. Kaylee don't much like guns, but somehow, seeing Zoe like that with them, it gets something stirred up inside her, making her want this even more than before.
Her mouth feels dry, her hands sweaty, and suddenly, she's real nervous. Real nervous about doing this, being disappointing, about being handled in the same way Zoe handles her guns, and being found wanting.
Her heart skips a couple of beats. Ah hell. Maybe this is one big mistake. "So."
Zoe's unbuttoning her shirt now, looking down at her hands. Concentrating. "Yeah?" She sounds like she's trying real hard to be casual.
Somehow, that makes it a little better. Kaylee laughs.
"What?"
"Nothing," she says, half-giggling. "Just us. We're kinda awkward - you standing over there, taking off your clothes like maybe I'm a doctor and it's a chore. Me, standing over here, getting dry-mouthed, and worried. I figure, we keep going like this, it's gonna get in the way of the sex." She grins, wide as she can. "Least, that's what I'm guessing."
Zoe's grinning back at her now, and she ain't looking at her hands no more. Her head is tilted to one side, and when her tongue licks the edge of her lip, Kaylee's breath catches, something hot and hungry pooling in her belly. She steps forward once, twice, and curves her hands around Zoe's hips. Zoe is real firm, under Kaylee's hands, perfectly made, and she's standing exactly the right way for Kaylee to press her face against Zoe's neck.
Zoe's skin tastes good under Kaylee's tongue, a little salty, real warm. Maybe Zoe's hips feel good and firm, but her skin is soft, curving easily along Kaylee's mouth. Kaylee grins when Zoe pushes down her coveralls, when her hands slip up inside Kaylee's shirt. She grins, and she kisses.
"Don't think this is going to be a chore at all. Never did. And you don't feel like a doctor to me." Zoe's voice is low and husky, a her breath a warm puff against Kaylee's hair.
"Never said I was," Kaylee mutters, pushing Zoe back, back, until she comes up against the bed. "But I am real good with my hands."
And maybe Kaylee doesn't know Zoe real well, and doesn't know what she likes, but she learns fast enough. She learns that Zoe is wearing a thin little bra, and that she likes Kaylee's mouth pressed up against it, sucking on hard nipples through wet, wet fabric. She learns what Zoe looks like, spread out on the bed, pants undone and loose around her hips, eyes dilated, one hand reaching out to stroke against Kaylee's belly, slow and low.
She learns that Zoe looks real sexy like that - her dark bra wet from Kaylee's mouth, her hair spread out around her - and she learns that Zoe looks even better with the bra off, with Kaylee's fingers tracing circles around her nipples. "You wanna touch yourself?" she asks, and Zoe grins, eyelids heavy, sliding her hand down between them and into her pants. Kaylee rises up a little, her hips above Zoe's, close enough that she can feel Zoe's hand moving, slow and luxurious. And as she steps away, standing, to take off her shirt and kick off her overalls and panties, she watches Zoe's hand start moving a little faster. She can hear wet sounds, muffled by cloth.
When Kaylee pulls off Zoe's pants and underwear, she learns what it looks like to watch Zoe touch herself, her fingers slick and sure. Straddling Zoe's leg, Kaylee tangles up her fingers with Zoe's, and leans down, her mouth back on Zoe's breasts. She rubs herself lightly against Zoe's leg, enjoying the slow build, the way that Zoe's thigh flexes underneath her. And then Zoe's hand is moving, fingers pulling away from Kaylee's, and slipping between Kaylee's legs. It's too good, Zoe's fingers teasing her, slipping inside her, and Kaylee teasing Zoe right back, doing things that Kaylee likes for herself; small flicks of her fingers, slow, deep strokes, hard circles with her thumb. It all leaves Zoe gasping, her hips jerking.
And later, when they're both gasping, and Kaylee's nipples are aching for some attention, she says, "This is a real shiny for a warm-up."
Zoe's mouth is a little swollen; sweat is beading at her forehead. "I've got all night."
That's maybe that best thing that Kaylee's heard all week.
End.
Pairing: Zoe/Kaylee
Rating: R
Words: About 1500
Summary: From the Firefly Prompt Challenge, Prompt # 46. Zoe/Kaylee: In the early days. Wash bothers Zoe. But Kaylee doesn't! Breezy no-strings-attached smutfic. Or, to make things interesting, same deal, more strings, and include Wash in the smut.
Notes: Thanks to valiant for support when I was stuck. Title based on a quote by Kahlil Gibran ("Desire is half of life; indifference is half of death").
Disclaimer: Clearly I claim no ownership to these characters/situations; nor am I making money from this fic writing thing.
It ain't that Kaylee is always looking for sex. She ain't, not really. Just seems like it finds her, sometimes sneaking up on her, sometimes sending signals she'd have to be blind to miss.
This is one of them surprise times, though now she thinks back on it, maybe it shouldn't be. But she's still getting used to Serenity's workings, and the captain's quirks, and the odd folk who make up the crew. So maybe she's got an excuse for not paying attention to other things.
Excuse or no, she can feel herself blushing under Zoe's gaze - who's focused right down on Kaylee, the way she gets sometimes when she's talking about plans with the captain. It's a lot of attention, all at once. "Really?" Kaylee's voice squeaks a little, but that ain't her fault. Kaylee knows she's pretty and fun and good with machines, but she never figured someone like Zoe would look her way. Not like this. "I ain't sayin' no," she adds quickly, because Zoe don't strike her as one who waits for answers. "I'm just surprised is all."
Zoe half-smiles, like she's making fun of herself, and says, "I'm a little surprised myself."
And that makes Kaylee feel cold, all of a sudden. What kind of manners does a person got when they come along and suggest a tumble, and then get maybe insulting right after? No manners at all, her mama would say. Kaylee's never been one for standing around and taking rudeness. "What's that supposed to mean?" she asks, moving her hands to her hips. "You regretting something already? Maybe you oughta leave." She's already turning back to the panel she was fusing closed. Maybe she'll regret her words later, if there's trouble, but right now, she doesn't have to deal with this.
"Hey." Zoe says, her hand shaking Kaylee's shoulder once, twice. "I wasn't - it wasn't meant as an insult. I'm just not so used with looking at folk like this. Not these days. Got used to not asking." Her voice drops down a little, like she doesn't want anyone else to hear. "It's just been a long while since I've - wanted."
Oh. And now Kaylee feels like a real backberth.
But she turns around anyway, even though she's blushing again, just for different reasons. And she looks at Zoe, really looks at her - the way she stands, real tall and straight, proud but a little broken, somehow. Her lips looks soft, and they're smiling right now, pretty curves that Kaylee suddenly wants reach out and trace with her fingers. And maybe most days Zoe's language says no touching, but this ain't one of those days.
Kaylee nods slightly and turns back to finish her welding, because it ain't ever good to leave a job half done. When the panel's set in as a good as it's going to get, she carefully packs away her tools, and only then does she stand up, grinning, swinging her hands. "So? You busy now?"
Zoe laughs, once, sharp, and says, "I think I'm free."
*
"You want something to drink first? Tea? There's whiskey too." Zoe asks like she ain't entirely used to these kind of pleasantries, even when she invites someone down to her bunk. The room is bigger than Kaylee's, but she'd expected as much. Bigger, and there ain't much in the way of decorating. Not like Kaylee's space. She'd fixed that up real quick when she signed on - done it even before she started looking for other problems Bester had missed.
She shakes her head. "Naw." Sometimes drinking's real nice before sex, but other times Kaylee doesn't want the taste in her mouth, messing around with the taste of the other person. This is one of them times. "Might want water after, though." She undoes one side of her coveralls as she says it.
"Think I can do that," Zoe says, unbuckling her gun belt.
And ain't that a sight? Kaylee ain't never been with someone who wears guns like that. Mostly the folk she met down the docks or around home were mechanic types, or shopkeepers. She'd seen the mercs and all that, but they hadn't ever seemed to see her. Not that she'd have wanted most of them.
So watching Zoe set down her weapons is a new thing. She handles 'em real careful-like, putting them down like maybe they're precious, the most valuable thing Zoe owns. Kaylee don't much like guns, but somehow, seeing Zoe like that with them, it gets something stirred up inside her, making her want this even more than before.
Her mouth feels dry, her hands sweaty, and suddenly, she's real nervous. Real nervous about doing this, being disappointing, about being handled in the same way Zoe handles her guns, and being found wanting.
Her heart skips a couple of beats. Ah hell. Maybe this is one big mistake. "So."
Zoe's unbuttoning her shirt now, looking down at her hands. Concentrating. "Yeah?" She sounds like she's trying real hard to be casual.
Somehow, that makes it a little better. Kaylee laughs.
"What?"
"Nothing," she says, half-giggling. "Just us. We're kinda awkward - you standing over there, taking off your clothes like maybe I'm a doctor and it's a chore. Me, standing over here, getting dry-mouthed, and worried. I figure, we keep going like this, it's gonna get in the way of the sex." She grins, wide as she can. "Least, that's what I'm guessing."
Zoe's grinning back at her now, and she ain't looking at her hands no more. Her head is tilted to one side, and when her tongue licks the edge of her lip, Kaylee's breath catches, something hot and hungry pooling in her belly. She steps forward once, twice, and curves her hands around Zoe's hips. Zoe is real firm, under Kaylee's hands, perfectly made, and she's standing exactly the right way for Kaylee to press her face against Zoe's neck.
Zoe's skin tastes good under Kaylee's tongue, a little salty, real warm. Maybe Zoe's hips feel good and firm, but her skin is soft, curving easily along Kaylee's mouth. Kaylee grins when Zoe pushes down her coveralls, when her hands slip up inside Kaylee's shirt. She grins, and she kisses.
"Don't think this is going to be a chore at all. Never did. And you don't feel like a doctor to me." Zoe's voice is low and husky, a her breath a warm puff against Kaylee's hair.
"Never said I was," Kaylee mutters, pushing Zoe back, back, until she comes up against the bed. "But I am real good with my hands."
And maybe Kaylee doesn't know Zoe real well, and doesn't know what she likes, but she learns fast enough. She learns that Zoe is wearing a thin little bra, and that she likes Kaylee's mouth pressed up against it, sucking on hard nipples through wet, wet fabric. She learns what Zoe looks like, spread out on the bed, pants undone and loose around her hips, eyes dilated, one hand reaching out to stroke against Kaylee's belly, slow and low.
She learns that Zoe looks real sexy like that - her dark bra wet from Kaylee's mouth, her hair spread out around her - and she learns that Zoe looks even better with the bra off, with Kaylee's fingers tracing circles around her nipples. "You wanna touch yourself?" she asks, and Zoe grins, eyelids heavy, sliding her hand down between them and into her pants. Kaylee rises up a little, her hips above Zoe's, close enough that she can feel Zoe's hand moving, slow and luxurious. And as she steps away, standing, to take off her shirt and kick off her overalls and panties, she watches Zoe's hand start moving a little faster. She can hear wet sounds, muffled by cloth.
When Kaylee pulls off Zoe's pants and underwear, she learns what it looks like to watch Zoe touch herself, her fingers slick and sure. Straddling Zoe's leg, Kaylee tangles up her fingers with Zoe's, and leans down, her mouth back on Zoe's breasts. She rubs herself lightly against Zoe's leg, enjoying the slow build, the way that Zoe's thigh flexes underneath her. And then Zoe's hand is moving, fingers pulling away from Kaylee's, and slipping between Kaylee's legs. It's too good, Zoe's fingers teasing her, slipping inside her, and Kaylee teasing Zoe right back, doing things that Kaylee likes for herself; small flicks of her fingers, slow, deep strokes, hard circles with her thumb. It all leaves Zoe gasping, her hips jerking.
And later, when they're both gasping, and Kaylee's nipples are aching for some attention, she says, "This is a real shiny for a warm-up."
Zoe's mouth is a little swollen; sweat is beading at her forehead. "I've got all night."
That's maybe that best thing that Kaylee's heard all week.
End.