BtVS/Firefly: Ancient - Buffy/Kaylee {R}
Title: Ancient
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer & Firefly
Rating: R
Pairing: Buffy/Kaylee
Notes: For Voleuse who asked for engine grease, contracts, and muscle. Non-season eight post-BtVS ficlet, 619 words. I hope you enjoy it!
Summary: Buffy has forgotten how to feel young; Kaylee helps her remember. Fluffy.
Buffy was, at this point, incredibly old.
She knew the crew of this strange ship felt the weight of the years on their backs too but they had no idea of the centuries under Buffy's belt. It was a shame that the spell that triggered the activation of so many slayerettes was linked too tightly to her soul; if she died, so did the ancient line of protectors.
So here she was, feet on a few inches of metal that separated her from the void, and she had never liked flying.
There were welcome distractions on board. Mal looked a little too similar to someone Buffy didn't want to think about even after all this time. Inara treated her as a child, Zoe with suspicion. River would start screaming within five feet of Buffy and Simon avoided her after that first day.
But then there was Kaylee, and that made up for a lot of things.
Kaylee stirred up old memories. She gave Buffy a new breath of air, fresh even in the metallic hum of the engine room. Her head on Buffy's shoulders as they swapped shallow stories and skimmed over conversation was a comfort Buffy had forgotten to expect. Years had hardened her, this strange contract with the Powers That Be had made her memories of an ordinary life congeal and then disappear but they were growing in her again. Funny that this should be more ordinary than anything Buffy had experienced in centuries. A too-chirpy woman with a lot more beneath the smile and with magic in her hands when it came to engines or to Buffy's skin.
They kept it to their bunks these days. Well, almost all of the time. Well, some of the time but not today, not when Kaylee cornered her way in the galley way after everyone else had gone to their beds. Kaylee made her come with her ass on the table right where Jayne had been sitting and once Buffy returned the favour with a whole lot of years experience under her belt, they laughed themselves to tears.
It wasn't all about sex. They fought together too, side by side, Buffy's muscles and Kaylee's guns and determination. Kaylee would shoot only to protect one of the others, to shield Buffy even though Buffy had explained. I'm not gonna die, she'd confessed one night. I'm going to keep on truckin' until we're not needed anymore.
And they danced. In the cargo bay in the evening they took their places and twirled through their steps and Buffy hadn't enjoyed dancing since before that singing demon hit Sunnydale. Kaylee brought it back to her in a swoop and dive more elegant than the ship's manoeuvres.
The tub tonight was full with warm water and a fragrance borrowed from Inara. It filled their room with the deep dry scent of cinnamon and sent relaxation through them was hands skidded across wet skin over tight muscle. The engine grease was stubborn and Kaylee was half asleep from all the work she had had to put in today just to keep Serenity in the sky.
Buffy held Kaylee's back to her chest and ran the soft sponge across the pale skin of her stomach. There was no engine grease there but she had to be thorough, right?
Kaylee's laugh was sweeter than the spicy scent around them and it drew Buffy down to kiss the curve of her cheek. These were the moments that made Buffy remember what she needed to and forget what she didn't. These were the moments when Buffy could think of days lost without regret.
Buffy was incredibly old. Thanks to Kaylee, that didn't mean she had to feel it.
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer & Firefly
Rating: R
Pairing: Buffy/Kaylee
Notes: For Voleuse who asked for engine grease, contracts, and muscle. Non-season eight post-BtVS ficlet, 619 words. I hope you enjoy it!
Summary: Buffy has forgotten how to feel young; Kaylee helps her remember. Fluffy.
Buffy was, at this point, incredibly old.
She knew the crew of this strange ship felt the weight of the years on their backs too but they had no idea of the centuries under Buffy's belt. It was a shame that the spell that triggered the activation of so many slayerettes was linked too tightly to her soul; if she died, so did the ancient line of protectors.
So here she was, feet on a few inches of metal that separated her from the void, and she had never liked flying.
There were welcome distractions on board. Mal looked a little too similar to someone Buffy didn't want to think about even after all this time. Inara treated her as a child, Zoe with suspicion. River would start screaming within five feet of Buffy and Simon avoided her after that first day.
But then there was Kaylee, and that made up for a lot of things.
Kaylee stirred up old memories. She gave Buffy a new breath of air, fresh even in the metallic hum of the engine room. Her head on Buffy's shoulders as they swapped shallow stories and skimmed over conversation was a comfort Buffy had forgotten to expect. Years had hardened her, this strange contract with the Powers That Be had made her memories of an ordinary life congeal and then disappear but they were growing in her again. Funny that this should be more ordinary than anything Buffy had experienced in centuries. A too-chirpy woman with a lot more beneath the smile and with magic in her hands when it came to engines or to Buffy's skin.
They kept it to their bunks these days. Well, almost all of the time. Well, some of the time but not today, not when Kaylee cornered her way in the galley way after everyone else had gone to their beds. Kaylee made her come with her ass on the table right where Jayne had been sitting and once Buffy returned the favour with a whole lot of years experience under her belt, they laughed themselves to tears.
It wasn't all about sex. They fought together too, side by side, Buffy's muscles and Kaylee's guns and determination. Kaylee would shoot only to protect one of the others, to shield Buffy even though Buffy had explained. I'm not gonna die, she'd confessed one night. I'm going to keep on truckin' until we're not needed anymore.
And they danced. In the cargo bay in the evening they took their places and twirled through their steps and Buffy hadn't enjoyed dancing since before that singing demon hit Sunnydale. Kaylee brought it back to her in a swoop and dive more elegant than the ship's manoeuvres.
The tub tonight was full with warm water and a fragrance borrowed from Inara. It filled their room with the deep dry scent of cinnamon and sent relaxation through them was hands skidded across wet skin over tight muscle. The engine grease was stubborn and Kaylee was half asleep from all the work she had had to put in today just to keep Serenity in the sky.
Buffy held Kaylee's back to her chest and ran the soft sponge across the pale skin of her stomach. There was no engine grease there but she had to be thorough, right?
Kaylee's laugh was sweeter than the spicy scent around them and it drew Buffy down to kiss the curve of her cheek. These were the moments that made Buffy remember what she needed to and forget what she didn't. These were the moments when Buffy could think of days lost without regret.
Buffy was incredibly old. Thanks to Kaylee, that didn't mean she had to feel it.