Teaser gift for Sirenwater
Hi Sirenwater! Here is a teaser gift for you with a bonus letter from Santa behind the cut!
Dear sirenwater,
Looking forward to Christmas? To tide you over, here is a small teaser. You didn't think I'd forgotten about you, did you?
Appologies for the delay, but I will endevour to make it up to you. My muse is in need of some... bullying.
In the meantime, enjoy your ficlet! (Yes, its Inara/Kaylee... a little birdy told me you like that pairing...)
Yours,
Santa
Beginning Of A New Life
(PG for themes/BDSM reference)
We’re curled together in bed, your body warm and loose and relaxed, your head snuggled into the curve of my neck. These moments of quietude are rare, and I treasure them because of it. Its not often I can relax, and even less so in the presence of another. Its rarer still for me to fall in love.
I suppose I have you to thank, mei mei, for granting me this rare experience. Its part of your charm - the warmth and affection you dole out so freely, the gentleness and fragility that makes it impossible not to adore you. Mal’s constant jibes may have stung, but you were the first to make me genuinely regret my trade and the rules that it required.
But I’m free now. I loved my life as a Companion; I never saw myself as trapped. But by contrast, I was.
I can feel your breath on my collar bone as we lie here, and I idly let one hand slowly stroke the hair back from your face. I close my eyes and let your voice flow over me as you talk about the day’s activities.
You aren’t always so calm. The others may see you as constantly happy, an indestructible entity of joy and cheerfulness, but some nights you storm through my shuttle, your anger and pain and frustration with the injustices of the universe crackling like lightning through a summer sky.
Some nights it hurts so badly that tears sting your eyes and your voice is laced with betrayal as you ask, like a child, why nothing goes the way it would in a perfect world. I never have the heart to remind you that this world is hopelessly, irreversibly flawed.
Other nights, you simply cry.
I’ve been thinking about your tears lately. Each time you cry, my Kaylee, I want to catch each tear and mourn for the way it has been torn from your body, taken from your sweet soul. If I could do anything in the world, I would want nothing more than to protect you so that your beautiful smile never fades, to either make the world deserving of you or, at the very least, to shield you from the parts that are not.
And its at this moment, mei mei, that I know what to do. It's at this moment that my choice is made, and I know exactly how to be your guardian, your angel of protection against the cruelty of the universe. It may seem small and frail to those with eyes untrained, and perhaps it is delicate, but I know enough about the nature of love and relationships and the bonds that tie a person to another to be wiser than that.
I lift your head, tipping your chin back, and kiss you warmly. Tomorrow, when we land on Persephone, I will search the jewellery stalls until I find what I need. I will protect you, my Kaylee, I will cherish you and guard you and love you until the breath is gone from my lungs and my soul is gone from my body. And I will give us a bond that is strong enough to last beyond death.
Tomorrow, I will ask your permission, and ask it for the last time. I will ask you to submit to me, and I will become your Mistress.
Dear sirenwater,
Looking forward to Christmas? To tide you over, here is a small teaser. You didn't think I'd forgotten about you, did you?
Appologies for the delay, but I will endevour to make it up to you. My muse is in need of some... bullying.
In the meantime, enjoy your ficlet! (Yes, its Inara/Kaylee... a little birdy told me you like that pairing...)
Yours,
Santa
Beginning Of A New Life
(PG for themes/BDSM reference)
We’re curled together in bed, your body warm and loose and relaxed, your head snuggled into the curve of my neck. These moments of quietude are rare, and I treasure them because of it. Its not often I can relax, and even less so in the presence of another. Its rarer still for me to fall in love.
I suppose I have you to thank, mei mei, for granting me this rare experience. Its part of your charm - the warmth and affection you dole out so freely, the gentleness and fragility that makes it impossible not to adore you. Mal’s constant jibes may have stung, but you were the first to make me genuinely regret my trade and the rules that it required.
But I’m free now. I loved my life as a Companion; I never saw myself as trapped. But by contrast, I was.
I can feel your breath on my collar bone as we lie here, and I idly let one hand slowly stroke the hair back from your face. I close my eyes and let your voice flow over me as you talk about the day’s activities.
You aren’t always so calm. The others may see you as constantly happy, an indestructible entity of joy and cheerfulness, but some nights you storm through my shuttle, your anger and pain and frustration with the injustices of the universe crackling like lightning through a summer sky.
Some nights it hurts so badly that tears sting your eyes and your voice is laced with betrayal as you ask, like a child, why nothing goes the way it would in a perfect world. I never have the heart to remind you that this world is hopelessly, irreversibly flawed.
Other nights, you simply cry.
I’ve been thinking about your tears lately. Each time you cry, my Kaylee, I want to catch each tear and mourn for the way it has been torn from your body, taken from your sweet soul. If I could do anything in the world, I would want nothing more than to protect you so that your beautiful smile never fades, to either make the world deserving of you or, at the very least, to shield you from the parts that are not.
And its at this moment, mei mei, that I know what to do. It's at this moment that my choice is made, and I know exactly how to be your guardian, your angel of protection against the cruelty of the universe. It may seem small and frail to those with eyes untrained, and perhaps it is delicate, but I know enough about the nature of love and relationships and the bonds that tie a person to another to be wiser than that.
I lift your head, tipping your chin back, and kiss you warmly. Tomorrow, when we land on Persephone, I will search the jewellery stalls until I find what I need. I will protect you, my Kaylee, I will cherish you and guard you and love you until the breath is gone from my lungs and my soul is gone from my body. And I will give us a bond that is strong enough to last beyond death.
Tomorrow, I will ask your permission, and ask it for the last time. I will ask you to submit to me, and I will become your Mistress.