Fic: Firefly-Trapped in Temptation (Kaylee/Mal) Part 3
Disclaimer: Not mine, just using them to avoid boredom.
A/N: So this one’s a little short but now that I know where this is going haha *gulp* they’ll be longer after this.
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“What do you mean you can’t give us anything?!”
The poor man on the other side of the cell door took Mal’s angry tone with a tired sigh. “Like I told you, like I told your friend and like I told you again. We don’t have anything to give you.” He crossed his arms and looked ready to flee when Kaylee’s head popped into his view.
“Hi,” she gave him her biggest smile. “Couldn’ you just drug us so we’re knocked out or somethin’?”
The little man’s head slumped forwards in frustration, “Yeah, no problem. We should have thought of that year’s ago.” The man moved closer to the glass, his eyes angry enough to scare a bit of Kaylee, despite his size. “You’ve already been exposed to one complicated toxin, we’re not throwing more chemicals in you.” With that he turned around and stamped off, probably to deal with another exposed couple.
Kaylee turned to Mal and chewed her bottom lip, “Guess that’s it then, unless you want me to hit you with somethin’.”
Mal chuckled, strangely relaxed, “No that’s alright Kaylee.” He realized they were standing fairly close to each other so he quickly remedied that by moving to the other side of the cell.
Kaylee burst into laughter at his actions, “I’ve never had no one want to sex me so much that they gotta sit on the other side o’the room.”
Mal sank to the floor, crossing his legs and leaning against the cold wall of the cell. He ran a hand threw his hair, a smile firmly in place, “I have a feeling that ain’t entirely true.”
Kaylee put her hands on her hips and swayed them back and forth playfully, “You sayin’ I’m pretty, Captain?”
Mal inwardly groaned, this certainly wasn’t going how he wanted it to. “Kaylee,” he warned.
Kaylee slowly slid across the room, a smile tugging at her lips, “Cause you ain’t that bad looking sometimes.”
“Sometimes?!”
Kaylee moved so she was just in front of him, that Playful Kaylee Smile Mal had fallen for the moment he met her, staring him in the face. “Just when you ain’t scowlin’.”
At that Mal was justifiably miffed, “I don’t scowl, I…look dangerously rugged.” Though his voice was playful, he felt his body heat rising and his heart nearing a dangerous speed.
Kaylee crouched in front of him, “Do too.” Even though in the back of her head she was telling herself not to go into this territory, Kaylee couldn’t help but flirt. She also couldn’t seem to keep herself farther than a foot from him and she desperately wished for less space than that.
Mal moved his head towards Kaylee’s, despite a voice far, far away telling him to stop. “Don’t.” The playfulness had dropped from his voice but so had it from her face.
Kaylee moved her face so she could feel Mal’s hot breath against her lips, “Do.”
He was lost, falling, there was no way of stopping it. Whatever rational, professional, wait when was he ever professional? Anyways whatever force that had been restraining him before, was gone. His lips crashed to Kaylee’s, delving his tongue roughly into her open, wanting mouth. His hands pulled her to him, so she was sitting in his lap, legs on either side of his body.
Every sense was filled with heat and want. All he could smell was Kaylee and at that moment that was all he ever wanted to smell ever again. His one hand brutally curled in her hair, while the other tried to pull her even closer. He felt, more than heard her sighs and knew the noises he was making were just as desperate.
Kaylee was fully aware that she’d been teasing him, toying with his obvious lack of control but she’d still been shocked when he crashed his lips to hers. Not an unpleasant situation though, as it was exactly what she wanted. His intensity might have overwhelmed her, if she wasn’t shaking with just as much need for him. When he had pulled her to him, she couldn’t find a place close enough to him.
Her fingers ground into the muscles in his neck, her other hand exploring the clothed muscles of his chest. Part of her body screamed for oxygen, the other for him, she ignored the former. She was drowning in his taste but her tongue wasn’t able to get enough of him.
Mal’s hand desperately sought that tiny bit of skin beneath her T-shirt that had started this whole thing. He ran his hand across the soft skin of her abdomen, slowly moving it up, bringing the shirt with it. He felt her pull at the buttons on his shirt, her hands heating his skin to an impossible temperature. He dropped her shirt behind her and helped to rid himself of his suspenders and shirt. His mouth moved instantly to her neck, instantly enthralled with the noise she made when he did.
Her nails raked the skin of his back, while she tilted her pelvis down to meet him. Encouraged at the feeling, he laid Kaylee down on the pavement and hovered just over her. Somewhere in the back of his brain, he worried about the cement floor and so he flipped them so he was now on bottom. Not a particularly uncomfortable position.
Once Mal had flipped them, Kaylee took advantage of the opportunity to ravage the tight skin of his neck. Her tongue teased a sensitive spot behind his ear and his moan was the most glorious thing she’d ever heard. He lifted his head and she felt him frantically exploring the skin above her bra.
She wanted more and from the hardness she could feel against her hip, she knew he did too. There just didn’t seem enough time to explore him fully, she couldn’t wait any longer.
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“So they’re not infected?” Zoe confirmed with the little man at the front of the make-shift hospital.
“No. We weren’t sure until now but both of their blood work came back negative.” He flicked through his files again, “They did complain of some discomfort, so they may have had a small amount of toxin in them but not enough to do much harm.”
Zoe sighed in relief, “So there isn’t a chance that they’d…”
The little man smiled back at her, relieved he wouldn’t be on the end of another yelling spree, “No, worst case, they might have an excess of energy but that’s all.”
Wash was practically bouncing behind Zoe, “Can I go get them, please? That would make my year.”
Zoe rolled her eyes and followed the man back to where Mal and Kaylee were being held, “Sweetie, don’t forget what I said.”
Wash gave the best adult pout he could muster, “But it’s funny. I’m sure the Captain will see the humour in it. Really.” Zoe shot him an irritated glance over her shoulder. “Okay probably not. We’ll just pretend nothing ever happened.”
They had finally reached the door and the little man fumbled through his keys for the right one. Zoe turned to Wash, as she followed the man into the open door. “Exactly and since nothing actually did happ-“
Wash was quick behind her when he saw her hesitation. To be completely honest, he was totally surprised to see Kaylee and Mal in the position they were in.
“Hmm, sort of isn’t as funny now.”
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A/N: Haha, sorry, had to stop there for this chapter. I just felt somehow wrong putting them in that cliché situation and leaving it there. More to come. Totally OT but in my Lit class today we were talking about our favorite dystopian films, books etc. and like FOUR people (in a fairly small class) mentioned Serenity. Yay!! Please review J