Firefly Fic Drabbles
11 Drabbles, all about 100 words each.
Characters/Pairings: Jayne & River, Kaylee/Inara, Kaylee & Jayne, Inara/Mal, Simon/Jayne, Jayne/Mal, Simon/Mal, Kaylee & Mal, Kaylee/Simon, Zoe & Mal, Simon & River
Rating: T (sensuality and slashy bits)
This fandom needs to leave me alone. I'm trying to exorcise the demons as it were, so I can get back to Dragon Age. Heh. The first two of these are for anactoria ♥.
Firefly Fic Drabbles
1. Pick a character, pairing.
2. Turn your music player on and turn it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabblet/ficlet related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over.
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
Hysteria
Jayne & River
He tried, at first, to counter her attacks, fists coming up in a bid to do some damage, and ideally take her down. As she moved, faster than he could track her, it became more about defending himself, shielding his head from blows that left him dazed, to keep from being knocked unconscious. The stuff she said was creepier by far than the vacant silence of before, strange things scraped from inside his head.
A deceptively strong hand came to rest on his throat, pushing him back against the cold bulkhead. He thrashed, desperate to free himself from the wisp of a teenage girl with the strength of a barroom bouncer and the speed of a gorram ninja.
Struggling with every ounce of his will, Jayne fell out of his bunk. Catching himself on hands and knees, he sat back on his haunches, fingers raking through his hair, shaking himself free from the recurring dream of crazy.
A Sort of Homecoming
Kaylee/Inara
Being this close to Inara is like living as a little girl again, safe in the protective arms of her mother before everything went to hell and life changed for ever.
She paints Kaylee's nails for her, a soft muted pink color, and the mechanic marvels at everything the other woman is, so soft and giving, with such nice things, so unlike Kaylee herself. She wants it, wants to know the fine and extravagant, and to be taken care of, for once. Eyes falling closed as she feels the loving touch of trained hands massaging her shoulders, exotic perfume, and the sound of rustling garments taking her away from the clank of engine parts and the smell of oil and sweat.
Fall to Pieces
Kaylee & Jayne
He plays the guitar, fingers gentle on the neck, a sad mournful cry, lending eloquence to a rough man with rough manners.
He's like a dozen other coarse men she knew growing up, eager to fight, slow to understand. But as he plays, singing softly, he seems to transform, the ragged edges falling away as he hurts for things he can't change, the boy back on Canton, shattered illusions of what he'd thought of himself, struggling to adjust to the idea of more.
Kaylee finds herself drawn to this softer side of him, the one he keeps hidden away under the guise of gruff indifference.
Undisclosed Desires
Inara/Mal
He leans close, a hesitant hand smoothing down her cheek before falling to his side as he steps away.
The scent of him has filled her head, and her chest goes tight as she watches him leave, strong muscles shifting in his legs and back. He doesn't say his thoughts out loud, but neither does she.
Inara moves to her shuttle, sitting at the controls as she prepares to break free from Serenity.
She'll hold his memory close, taking the fantasy out to examine when she needs it, thoughts of him as she's held by another, visions that fire arousal and acceptance.
Plowed
Simon/Jayne
Too much booze leads to lingering looks, tension building up until Simon snaps, or they both do.
He fumbles in uncertainty, but he knows how to listen when he chooses to, so Simon takes charge, ordering the larger man to deal with the lock on the door and pieces of clothing, and later, directing him to move just so, and to be quiet.
Morning will bring regrets, embarrassed eyes and sore bodies, a new bit of urgency, the kind that seeks escape rather than intimacy, but none of that matters in the wake of this moment, and Simon embraces it eagerly.
The Pretender
Jayne/Mal
Jayne likes to think that he chafes under the other man's authority, he hates being bossed around, the Captain trying to crush his will under rules and fancy ideals. But the truth is he likes it when Mal barks orders, telling him what to do even when Jayne knows.
He'll resist, on occasion, argument for argument's sake, testing the limitations on temper and friendship, inciting a reaction, tempered violence and threatening words, biting remarks and angry fingers.
In his bunk, it's much the same, resistance firing the need to dominate, struggling against it when everything they want is the same, anyway.
Everlong
Simon/Mal
It had taken them too much time to get here, so the urgency was something they couldn't shrug off. Snarky comments, sarcasm feeding disagreement, two completely different animals drawn together despite their intentions.
Simon had imagined skilled fingers, knowledgeable technique, unimagined pleasure made truth, savoring the moment, an extension of anticipation, small moments culminating into something solid and real.
Desperation pushed them, the need to feel, experience, and assuage, strong hands and biting kisses. Mal was messing him up, rumpling diligently pressed clothing, pulling moisture and sighs from his lips and shudders from his frame.
The undefinable wait was over, with no possibility that this moment could last.
Ultra Violet
Kaylee & Mal
The love between them burns bright and true, sharp enough to pierce and stay, a constant in an uncertain 'verse.
Through tremulous lives, neither getting what they want, Inara and Simon, elusive and changing, they have each other and they have the ship.
His lips are soft on her forehead as she leans into him.
He's the one she runs to in the wake of fears and nightmares, warm and reassuring, a light in the black. He's the one who remembers her birthdays, soothes her injuries, and catches her when she falls. He knows how her brain works, gives her orders, busy hands to calm racing thoughts.
They never speak any words, affection shared in small displays. Concern, soothing tones, soft eyes and gentle touches.
Love Comes Tumbling
Kaylee/Simon
It's awkward and tentative, struggling to grow when the entire 'verse seems to be stacked against them, but it persists, the pull she feels, despite the times when she can't tell if he even sees her.
His first kiss is hesitant, becoming exploratory as she pushes, hungry for the taste of him, the feel of well-cared-for hands on more than just her arm, the small of her back, or her face.
She used to fear that she was too rough for him, not refined enough, with his tailored clothes and cultured speech, but refined isn't what he wants, and as he presses against her, she allows herself to believe it.
Dead Souls
Zoe & Mal
They're like an old married couple without the negatives. She questions him just enough to help keep him honest, anticipates his moves, comprehending him as much as any woman will ever be capable.
But any "real" problems are handled by Wash, where every day is Hawaiian shirt day, humor and love on a different level.
What Zoe and the Captain share is deeper than understanding, scars and the ghosts of old faces, defeat and despair, unanswered hope, but never acceptance.
They continue to oppose their enemies, every battle making them stronger, reinforcing a bond that can never be broken.
Running to Stand Still
bonus Simon & River for darkeyedwolf
Small moments of clarity keep them going, beyond memories of the past, smiles and quiet talks, heads close together in his room or hers, stolen moments liberated from the chaos of life. She is mentally older, infinitely wise, but also much younger than her age would attest, a naïveté that endears her to him, but makes him fear for her by turns. A contradiction, a study in extremes, innocent and all-knowing.
She calls for him at night, fingers curling into his hair as he cradles her to his chest, promising not only to keep her safe, but to some day give her a normal life, a place to run and dance, to go barefoot and free.
Characters/Pairings: Jayne & River, Kaylee/Inara, Kaylee & Jayne, Inara/Mal, Simon/Jayne, Jayne/Mal, Simon/Mal, Kaylee & Mal, Kaylee/Simon, Zoe & Mal, Simon & River
Rating: T (sensuality and slashy bits)
This fandom needs to leave me alone. I'm trying to exorcise the demons as it were, so I can get back to Dragon Age. Heh. The first two of these are for anactoria ♥.
Firefly Fic Drabbles
1. Pick a character, pairing.
2. Turn your music player on and turn it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabblet/ficlet related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over.
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
Hysteria
Jayne & River
He tried, at first, to counter her attacks, fists coming up in a bid to do some damage, and ideally take her down. As she moved, faster than he could track her, it became more about defending himself, shielding his head from blows that left him dazed, to keep from being knocked unconscious. The stuff she said was creepier by far than the vacant silence of before, strange things scraped from inside his head.
A deceptively strong hand came to rest on his throat, pushing him back against the cold bulkhead. He thrashed, desperate to free himself from the wisp of a teenage girl with the strength of a barroom bouncer and the speed of a gorram ninja.
Struggling with every ounce of his will, Jayne fell out of his bunk. Catching himself on hands and knees, he sat back on his haunches, fingers raking through his hair, shaking himself free from the recurring dream of crazy.
A Sort of Homecoming
Kaylee/Inara
Being this close to Inara is like living as a little girl again, safe in the protective arms of her mother before everything went to hell and life changed for ever.
She paints Kaylee's nails for her, a soft muted pink color, and the mechanic marvels at everything the other woman is, so soft and giving, with such nice things, so unlike Kaylee herself. She wants it, wants to know the fine and extravagant, and to be taken care of, for once. Eyes falling closed as she feels the loving touch of trained hands massaging her shoulders, exotic perfume, and the sound of rustling garments taking her away from the clank of engine parts and the smell of oil and sweat.
Fall to Pieces
Kaylee & Jayne
He plays the guitar, fingers gentle on the neck, a sad mournful cry, lending eloquence to a rough man with rough manners.
He's like a dozen other coarse men she knew growing up, eager to fight, slow to understand. But as he plays, singing softly, he seems to transform, the ragged edges falling away as he hurts for things he can't change, the boy back on Canton, shattered illusions of what he'd thought of himself, struggling to adjust to the idea of more.
Kaylee finds herself drawn to this softer side of him, the one he keeps hidden away under the guise of gruff indifference.
Undisclosed Desires
Inara/Mal
He leans close, a hesitant hand smoothing down her cheek before falling to his side as he steps away.
The scent of him has filled her head, and her chest goes tight as she watches him leave, strong muscles shifting in his legs and back. He doesn't say his thoughts out loud, but neither does she.
Inara moves to her shuttle, sitting at the controls as she prepares to break free from Serenity.
She'll hold his memory close, taking the fantasy out to examine when she needs it, thoughts of him as she's held by another, visions that fire arousal and acceptance.
Plowed
Simon/Jayne
Too much booze leads to lingering looks, tension building up until Simon snaps, or they both do.
He fumbles in uncertainty, but he knows how to listen when he chooses to, so Simon takes charge, ordering the larger man to deal with the lock on the door and pieces of clothing, and later, directing him to move just so, and to be quiet.
Morning will bring regrets, embarrassed eyes and sore bodies, a new bit of urgency, the kind that seeks escape rather than intimacy, but none of that matters in the wake of this moment, and Simon embraces it eagerly.
The Pretender
Jayne/Mal
Jayne likes to think that he chafes under the other man's authority, he hates being bossed around, the Captain trying to crush his will under rules and fancy ideals. But the truth is he likes it when Mal barks orders, telling him what to do even when Jayne knows.
He'll resist, on occasion, argument for argument's sake, testing the limitations on temper and friendship, inciting a reaction, tempered violence and threatening words, biting remarks and angry fingers.
In his bunk, it's much the same, resistance firing the need to dominate, struggling against it when everything they want is the same, anyway.
Everlong
Simon/Mal
It had taken them too much time to get here, so the urgency was something they couldn't shrug off. Snarky comments, sarcasm feeding disagreement, two completely different animals drawn together despite their intentions.
Simon had imagined skilled fingers, knowledgeable technique, unimagined pleasure made truth, savoring the moment, an extension of anticipation, small moments culminating into something solid and real.
Desperation pushed them, the need to feel, experience, and assuage, strong hands and biting kisses. Mal was messing him up, rumpling diligently pressed clothing, pulling moisture and sighs from his lips and shudders from his frame.
The undefinable wait was over, with no possibility that this moment could last.
Ultra Violet
Kaylee & Mal
The love between them burns bright and true, sharp enough to pierce and stay, a constant in an uncertain 'verse.
Through tremulous lives, neither getting what they want, Inara and Simon, elusive and changing, they have each other and they have the ship.
His lips are soft on her forehead as she leans into him.
He's the one she runs to in the wake of fears and nightmares, warm and reassuring, a light in the black. He's the one who remembers her birthdays, soothes her injuries, and catches her when she falls. He knows how her brain works, gives her orders, busy hands to calm racing thoughts.
They never speak any words, affection shared in small displays. Concern, soothing tones, soft eyes and gentle touches.
Love Comes Tumbling
Kaylee/Simon
It's awkward and tentative, struggling to grow when the entire 'verse seems to be stacked against them, but it persists, the pull she feels, despite the times when she can't tell if he even sees her.
His first kiss is hesitant, becoming exploratory as she pushes, hungry for the taste of him, the feel of well-cared-for hands on more than just her arm, the small of her back, or her face.
She used to fear that she was too rough for him, not refined enough, with his tailored clothes and cultured speech, but refined isn't what he wants, and as he presses against her, she allows herself to believe it.
Dead Souls
Zoe & Mal
They're like an old married couple without the negatives. She questions him just enough to help keep him honest, anticipates his moves, comprehending him as much as any woman will ever be capable.
But any "real" problems are handled by Wash, where every day is Hawaiian shirt day, humor and love on a different level.
What Zoe and the Captain share is deeper than understanding, scars and the ghosts of old faces, defeat and despair, unanswered hope, but never acceptance.
They continue to oppose their enemies, every battle making them stronger, reinforcing a bond that can never be broken.
Running to Stand Still
bonus Simon & River for darkeyedwolf
Small moments of clarity keep them going, beyond memories of the past, smiles and quiet talks, heads close together in his room or hers, stolen moments liberated from the chaos of life. She is mentally older, infinitely wise, but also much younger than her age would attest, a naïveté that endears her to him, but makes him fear for her by turns. A contradiction, a study in extremes, innocent and all-knowing.
She calls for him at night, fingers curling into his hair as he cradles her to his chest, promising not only to keep her safe, but to some day give her a normal life, a place to run and dance, to go barefoot and free.