Femmeslash, Inara/Kaylee, Amity
What I've learned.
1 I have no talent for the girly slash.
2 This makes no sense.
warnings: Nah, besides avoidance of the girl on girl.
rating: PG
Amity Organizational Post
Kaylee held her breath as Inara worked her thumbs into the palm of the mechanic’s hand. She was deeply, desperately, trying to hold it back, but she knew that before this was over she would be crying again.
It wasn’t that she never got touched-she’d had plenty of that-and it wasn’t that nobody ever showed her any affection. Lord knows that Mal and Jayne were probably the most affectionate big brothers she could’ve ever asked for.
It was more about the way Inara went about things. It was the real deliberate way that she touched Kaylee, not like it was a function of affection-a hug or a quick kiss-but like Kaylee was something, somebody, you thought about touching in a way that wasn’t just about sex or friendship.
It was hard to explain, but the concentrated look in Inara’s eyes as she massaged Kaylee’s hands and arms made Kaylee feel like she’d curled up in a place so cozy and warm that leaving would be like lopping your own foot off and then trying to run away.
And to be honest she kind of wanted to run away. Yeah, she was warm and cozy, but deep in her belly there was a bee buzzin, tellin her that something was different tonight. Inara pampered her lots of times, but she’d never been so intense before.
“I bet the Cap’n would like to have you do his nails. Wouldn’t that be funny? You could paint em bright red and maybe get him in some lipstick.” Kaylee laughed awkwardly, then cursed herself. Now she was being a boob. A transparent boob at that. She knew damn well that mentioning Mal was the exactly wrong thing to do tonight. No matter how much they’d talked about havin a night of bitchin about the men, somehow that’s not what this was.
Inara smiled at her with more humor than Kaylee’d expected. “Mal would probably like it. Perhaps if we tarted him up enough, I could take pictures and get him back for calling me a whore.”
“We’d have to get him real drunk,” Kaylee said doubtfully.
“Or drug him.” Inara had a wicked smirk on her face when she said that, and for some reason it made Kaylee’s mind flash back to that time when Saffron tried to kill them all.
“But which of us would kiss him to do it?” Kaylee grimaced, both at the idea of kissing Mal, and at her repeat boobishness.
Inara looked away towards the door of the shuttle. “We could get Simon to do it.”
Kaylee laughed and picked a pale pink varnish from the box Inara had placed on the bed. “This one.”
1 I have no talent for the girly slash.
2 This makes no sense.
warnings: Nah, besides avoidance of the girl on girl.
rating: PG
Amity Organizational Post
Kaylee held her breath as Inara worked her thumbs into the palm of the mechanic’s hand. She was deeply, desperately, trying to hold it back, but she knew that before this was over she would be crying again.
It wasn’t that she never got touched-she’d had plenty of that-and it wasn’t that nobody ever showed her any affection. Lord knows that Mal and Jayne were probably the most affectionate big brothers she could’ve ever asked for.
It was more about the way Inara went about things. It was the real deliberate way that she touched Kaylee, not like it was a function of affection-a hug or a quick kiss-but like Kaylee was something, somebody, you thought about touching in a way that wasn’t just about sex or friendship.
It was hard to explain, but the concentrated look in Inara’s eyes as she massaged Kaylee’s hands and arms made Kaylee feel like she’d curled up in a place so cozy and warm that leaving would be like lopping your own foot off and then trying to run away.
And to be honest she kind of wanted to run away. Yeah, she was warm and cozy, but deep in her belly there was a bee buzzin, tellin her that something was different tonight. Inara pampered her lots of times, but she’d never been so intense before.
“I bet the Cap’n would like to have you do his nails. Wouldn’t that be funny? You could paint em bright red and maybe get him in some lipstick.” Kaylee laughed awkwardly, then cursed herself. Now she was being a boob. A transparent boob at that. She knew damn well that mentioning Mal was the exactly wrong thing to do tonight. No matter how much they’d talked about havin a night of bitchin about the men, somehow that’s not what this was.
Inara smiled at her with more humor than Kaylee’d expected. “Mal would probably like it. Perhaps if we tarted him up enough, I could take pictures and get him back for calling me a whore.”
“We’d have to get him real drunk,” Kaylee said doubtfully.
“Or drug him.” Inara had a wicked smirk on her face when she said that, and for some reason it made Kaylee’s mind flash back to that time when Saffron tried to kill them all.
“But which of us would kiss him to do it?” Kaylee grimaced, both at the idea of kissing Mal, and at her repeat boobishness.
Inara looked away towards the door of the shuttle. “We could get Simon to do it.”
Kaylee laughed and picked a pale pink varnish from the box Inara had placed on the bed. “This one.”