Some light reading
Soooo, I made some promises about little fics for people. I got one done!
Fandom: Firefly
Title: On Account of the Dyin'
Pairing: Sorta Mal/Kaylee. Sorta.
Rating: PG
For ladybracknell
Of course, the plan would go all sideways at exactly the worst possible moment. Mal’s starting to suspect that it’s a special kind of bad luck that’s befallen him. Probably involving witches. Or succubuses… succubi? Something evil, at any rate. Else how could his masterful plans always go to shit in such spectacular fashion? T’wasn’t much other explanation than pure witchcraft.
Kaylee sighs from her lookout near what was more’n likely the bow at some point before Jayne blew it up.
Three gorram days they’ve been on this gorram barge in the middle of this gorram ocean. The particulars of how they wound up here ain’t important, not now that they’re stranded, but suffice to say, Mal was going to skin himself The Man They Call Jayne as soon as someone rescued them. Which ought to be happening any hour now.
“You’ve been sayin’ that for days, Cap’n,” Kaylee says.
“What? I say that out loud?”
She doesn’t see fit to answer, apparently, and just rolls her eyes. “Seein’ as how we’re dyin’ out here, I was thinkin’ we should have sex.”
“No body’s dyin,’” He says, trying to sound like he believes it. “Or havin’ sex,” he adds a minute later on afterthought.
“Why not?” She asks, all earnest and Kaylee-like.
“Because,” is all he can think to answer for a minute. It’s just that… well, she’s too cute to have sex with, which is not exactly a statement of the making sense variety. So he stands up a little taller and says, “Because I’m still the captain and you’re still my crew and it ain’t befittin’ a captain to take advantage of his crew.”
Kaylee giggles and looks pointedly around the barge. “Fancy ship, Cap’n.”
“You just keep your eyes on that there skyline and stop pesterin’ me.”
The silence keeps for only about fifteen minutes, which is a mite longer than he was expectin’. “It’s only, if we’re dyin’ then I’d like to at least say I died happy.”
“What?”
“Also, I’d sorta like to be able to say I did, you know? You’re sexy, Cap’n, in a particular way, and it’s kinda been on my bucket list to say I did. Obviously, if you an’ Inara get hitched - “
“Nobody’s getting hitched!”
“ - then you’re off limits an’ all, but I figure dyin’ kinda makes it okay.”
“Kaylee!” He says a little too loudly and then sighs when she looks like a kicked puppy. Navigating the broken pieces of decking and rails and whatever other parts those are scattered across the ship, he gets good and close. “I’m flattered and all and you’re… very invitin’ and such, but I gotta be the Cap’n and you gotta be my crew.”
And then because she looks so gorram sad, he leans in and places one small, kind kiss to her lips. And then because she’s Kaylee, she clamps her arms around his neck and kisses him. It’s like being attacked by an octopus or a python or some kind of squeezy thing.
“Hey,” Mal says a minute later when he’s managed to drag her off him. “Now don’t you do that again!”
She smiles. “S’okay, Cap’n, we’ll be almost dyin’ again. Sooner n’ later, I bet.”
Fandom: Firefly
Title: On Account of the Dyin'
Pairing: Sorta Mal/Kaylee. Sorta.
Rating: PG
For ladybracknell
Of course, the plan would go all sideways at exactly the worst possible moment. Mal’s starting to suspect that it’s a special kind of bad luck that’s befallen him. Probably involving witches. Or succubuses… succubi? Something evil, at any rate. Else how could his masterful plans always go to shit in such spectacular fashion? T’wasn’t much other explanation than pure witchcraft.
Kaylee sighs from her lookout near what was more’n likely the bow at some point before Jayne blew it up.
Three gorram days they’ve been on this gorram barge in the middle of this gorram ocean. The particulars of how they wound up here ain’t important, not now that they’re stranded, but suffice to say, Mal was going to skin himself The Man They Call Jayne as soon as someone rescued them. Which ought to be happening any hour now.
“You’ve been sayin’ that for days, Cap’n,” Kaylee says.
“What? I say that out loud?”
She doesn’t see fit to answer, apparently, and just rolls her eyes. “Seein’ as how we’re dyin’ out here, I was thinkin’ we should have sex.”
“No body’s dyin,’” He says, trying to sound like he believes it. “Or havin’ sex,” he adds a minute later on afterthought.
“Why not?” She asks, all earnest and Kaylee-like.
“Because,” is all he can think to answer for a minute. It’s just that… well, she’s too cute to have sex with, which is not exactly a statement of the making sense variety. So he stands up a little taller and says, “Because I’m still the captain and you’re still my crew and it ain’t befittin’ a captain to take advantage of his crew.”
Kaylee giggles and looks pointedly around the barge. “Fancy ship, Cap’n.”
“You just keep your eyes on that there skyline and stop pesterin’ me.”
The silence keeps for only about fifteen minutes, which is a mite longer than he was expectin’. “It’s only, if we’re dyin’ then I’d like to at least say I died happy.”
“What?”
“Also, I’d sorta like to be able to say I did, you know? You’re sexy, Cap’n, in a particular way, and it’s kinda been on my bucket list to say I did. Obviously, if you an’ Inara get hitched - “
“Nobody’s getting hitched!”
“ - then you’re off limits an’ all, but I figure dyin’ kinda makes it okay.”
“Kaylee!” He says a little too loudly and then sighs when she looks like a kicked puppy. Navigating the broken pieces of decking and rails and whatever other parts those are scattered across the ship, he gets good and close. “I’m flattered and all and you’re… very invitin’ and such, but I gotta be the Cap’n and you gotta be my crew.”
And then because she looks so gorram sad, he leans in and places one small, kind kiss to her lips. And then because she’s Kaylee, she clamps her arms around his neck and kisses him. It’s like being attacked by an octopus or a python or some kind of squeezy thing.
“Hey,” Mal says a minute later when he’s managed to drag her off him. “Now don’t you do that again!”
She smiles. “S’okay, Cap’n, we’ll be almost dyin’ again. Sooner n’ later, I bet.”