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Title: Fancy
Author: nova25
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Kaylee/Inara
Rating: A very light R.
Notes: Written for justspies as part of femslash07.
Summary: Inara is fancy. Kaylee aims to be that for an afternoon.
Wordcount: 1269.
“Things gotta be fancy,” Kaylee said. She could see River poking out at her from the one bare spot in the room.
“Fancy,” River said. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her dress trailing behind her. That was fancy, how River moved. Like a queen, or the pretty parasol dancer at the fair. Did she have a parasol? A parasol might go with that new dress. Kaylee rooted through a pile of engine rags. Those had to go, too.
“It’s hanging from the ceiling,” River said. She tilted her head to the side, a sheet of hair hiding her face. Kaylee turned and snatched at it. She examined the parasol for cracks in between the shiny red flower. Good. That’d match. “Can’t see. You’re all wound up inside like a spool of thread.”
“Just want things to be nice,” Kaylee said. She cleared the engine rags away, dumped them in her hamper with the dirty jumpsuit and the dusters. She looked up at the row of dolls, a Christmas present from her mama. One for each planet in the south quadrant, each no bigger than Kaylee’s thumb. The dolls were done up all pretty, in colors that matched their homes. Kaylee’s favorite was the one with shiny blue eyes set in a round face, her slick brown hair held up by a pair of chopsticks. Kaylee put her finger to her chin. That was a thought.
“River,” she said, “you know anything about hair?”
“Hair,” River said. She settled herself where the rags had been. “A fine threadlike strand composed of keratin. Originates from the epidermis.” Her mouth opened up. “I don’t know,” she said.
Kaylee took the doll down and set it by her nightstand. She wished that she hadn’t been sleeping so much in Inara’s room. Even her cozy engine bunk just meant that she’d been storing up this junk in here. There was that pretty butterfly mobile that needed to be brought out, and the big ink painting with a waterfall.
“I’ll help,” River said. She bent over Kaylee’s rumpled coverlet and gathered it up, the shiny pink flowers bright against her arms. “This goes on the bed,” she said. It fell into place right next to Kaylee’s stuffed monkey. “The most important thing is the bed.”
Kaylee sighed.
“It don’t seem right, bringing her here for a fancy night and then just going to bed,” she said. She chewed on her fingernail. “I just need to get this place looking right.”
“Fang xin,” said River, and picked up a pair of Kaylee’s underthings. They were the pair Kaylee had been wanting to wear this evening, all red and slinky and now covered in dust. “Where do you want these? She’ll want them on you.”
“River,” Inara said. Kaylee saw one of River’s mischevious smiles come out, and turned pink.
“Hey, Inara,” Kaylee said. She tried not to pay attention to the big pile of clothes and dolls. If she acted casual-like, might be that Inara would just look at her. Kaylee would prefer that way, as a matter of fact. And River now was waving her underthings like they were a banner on the hill.
“River,” Kaylee said. Might be that acting casual wasn’t the best thing. She lunged for them and hid them behind her. “You know, I think Simon might be looking for you.”
River’s grin just got bigger. “Can see where there’s private time needed,” she said. She glided past the two of them. Her dress swirled out behind her in a way Kaylee could never manage, and left.
“I don’t know where she gets these notions,” Kaylee said. She sat down on the bed (luckily that was clean, at least), and tried to smile. This wasn’t working out nearly as well as she’d hoped, what with Inara showing up two hours early.
Inara sat down beside her. Her arm went around Kaylee’s shoulders.
“Darling girl,” she said. “I can see that you’re going to a lot of effort for this.” She kissed Kaylee square on the mouth. Her fingers combed through Kaylee’s hair and found a few of the snags that were already there.
”Wanted it to be fancy,” Kaylee said.
“So I see,” Inara said. Kaylee saw a little smile appear from the corner’s of her mouth. Inara’s eyes were big and bright as she caught sight of the room and the little Chinese lanterns and the bottle of rice wine that Simon had given her in exchange for a haircut.
“Well,” Inara said. “It seems to me that I’m not properly dressed for this occasion.”
Kaylee ducked her head. Inara was in a soft rose-pink kimono and her hair was done up in a bunch of pretty curls tied behind her ears.
“Wouldn’t say that,” she said. “Maybe it’s a little too nice, but-“
Inara cut her off. “And it would seem neither are you,” she said. She put her hand soft on Kaylee’s mouth and unbuttoned her jumpsuit. The fabric slid off her shoulders and pooled around her waist. “Stand up,” she said. Inara’s smile had gotten a little wicked in the in-between, which just how Kaylee liked it best.
“In fact,” Inara said. She took the underthings from Kaylee and smoothed them out. “These are nice. But I think I’d perhaps like to see them on you a little later.”
Kaylee couldn’t help but agree, especially as Inara’s kimono was looking a little tight around her throat. The satin was smooth and slippery between her fingers as she undid it, and Inara’s skin underneath smelled like some kind of bright flower like the huge orange daises and the pink hollyhocks she had seen on Yuntun.
Kaylee stroked the soft skin underneath the kimono. There were some bits of lace and silk that Kaylee loved to take off. Inara could be unwrapped like a present on Christmas. She snuggled close, her perfumey skin warming Kaylee from her toes to her belly and up to her cheeks and the top of her head.
“You gotta help me get dressed later,” she said. She situated herself in Inara’s lap. She lifted the long lacquered chopstics out of Inara’s hair and carefully laid them by the doll. “I picked out this dress just for you to see at dinner.”
“And did you want to put your hair up?” Inara asked. She smiled and kissed Kaylee’s collarbone, her tongue swiping the ridge of skin before she moved down to Kaylee’s breasts.
“Yes,” Kaylee said. She was interrupted by a long, deep kiss before Inara went right back down to Kaylee’s stomach. She stretched out on the bed and took a deep breath. The lights from the lanterns danced in front of her eyes.
“My,” Inara said. She sounded a little breathless. Kaylee was feeling much the same way herself, as Inara’s hair trailed down to her belly button and down to between her thighs. Inara’s tongue was doing things Kaylee would like to bet weren’t legal in any of the Core planets, not even for Companions.
“It’ll be fancy,” Kaylee said. Her voice sounded distant to her, funny and tinny like a shout in the engine room. The lights turned into a warm gold haze, stars blurring into a flash of light. She slid her hands down on Inara’s shoulders and brought her up. She kissed her and looked at Inara. She closed her eyes and settled back against the pillow again.
“Real fancy,” Kaylee said. “Like a ball.”
“I think so,” Inara said. Kaylee could hear her smile. Funny how that worked out.
Author: nova25
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Kaylee/Inara
Rating: A very light R.
Notes: Written for justspies as part of femslash07.
Summary: Inara is fancy. Kaylee aims to be that for an afternoon.
Wordcount: 1269.
“Things gotta be fancy,” Kaylee said. She could see River poking out at her from the one bare spot in the room.
“Fancy,” River said. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her dress trailing behind her. That was fancy, how River moved. Like a queen, or the pretty parasol dancer at the fair. Did she have a parasol? A parasol might go with that new dress. Kaylee rooted through a pile of engine rags. Those had to go, too.
“It’s hanging from the ceiling,” River said. She tilted her head to the side, a sheet of hair hiding her face. Kaylee turned and snatched at it. She examined the parasol for cracks in between the shiny red flower. Good. That’d match. “Can’t see. You’re all wound up inside like a spool of thread.”
“Just want things to be nice,” Kaylee said. She cleared the engine rags away, dumped them in her hamper with the dirty jumpsuit and the dusters. She looked up at the row of dolls, a Christmas present from her mama. One for each planet in the south quadrant, each no bigger than Kaylee’s thumb. The dolls were done up all pretty, in colors that matched their homes. Kaylee’s favorite was the one with shiny blue eyes set in a round face, her slick brown hair held up by a pair of chopsticks. Kaylee put her finger to her chin. That was a thought.
“River,” she said, “you know anything about hair?”
“Hair,” River said. She settled herself where the rags had been. “A fine threadlike strand composed of keratin. Originates from the epidermis.” Her mouth opened up. “I don’t know,” she said.
Kaylee took the doll down and set it by her nightstand. She wished that she hadn’t been sleeping so much in Inara’s room. Even her cozy engine bunk just meant that she’d been storing up this junk in here. There was that pretty butterfly mobile that needed to be brought out, and the big ink painting with a waterfall.
“I’ll help,” River said. She bent over Kaylee’s rumpled coverlet and gathered it up, the shiny pink flowers bright against her arms. “This goes on the bed,” she said. It fell into place right next to Kaylee’s stuffed monkey. “The most important thing is the bed.”
Kaylee sighed.
“It don’t seem right, bringing her here for a fancy night and then just going to bed,” she said. She chewed on her fingernail. “I just need to get this place looking right.”
“Fang xin,” said River, and picked up a pair of Kaylee’s underthings. They were the pair Kaylee had been wanting to wear this evening, all red and slinky and now covered in dust. “Where do you want these? She’ll want them on you.”
“River,” Inara said. Kaylee saw one of River’s mischevious smiles come out, and turned pink.
“Hey, Inara,” Kaylee said. She tried not to pay attention to the big pile of clothes and dolls. If she acted casual-like, might be that Inara would just look at her. Kaylee would prefer that way, as a matter of fact. And River now was waving her underthings like they were a banner on the hill.
“River,” Kaylee said. Might be that acting casual wasn’t the best thing. She lunged for them and hid them behind her. “You know, I think Simon might be looking for you.”
River’s grin just got bigger. “Can see where there’s private time needed,” she said. She glided past the two of them. Her dress swirled out behind her in a way Kaylee could never manage, and left.
“I don’t know where she gets these notions,” Kaylee said. She sat down on the bed (luckily that was clean, at least), and tried to smile. This wasn’t working out nearly as well as she’d hoped, what with Inara showing up two hours early.
Inara sat down beside her. Her arm went around Kaylee’s shoulders.
“Darling girl,” she said. “I can see that you’re going to a lot of effort for this.” She kissed Kaylee square on the mouth. Her fingers combed through Kaylee’s hair and found a few of the snags that were already there.
”Wanted it to be fancy,” Kaylee said.
“So I see,” Inara said. Kaylee saw a little smile appear from the corner’s of her mouth. Inara’s eyes were big and bright as she caught sight of the room and the little Chinese lanterns and the bottle of rice wine that Simon had given her in exchange for a haircut.
“Well,” Inara said. “It seems to me that I’m not properly dressed for this occasion.”
Kaylee ducked her head. Inara was in a soft rose-pink kimono and her hair was done up in a bunch of pretty curls tied behind her ears.
“Wouldn’t say that,” she said. “Maybe it’s a little too nice, but-“
Inara cut her off. “And it would seem neither are you,” she said. She put her hand soft on Kaylee’s mouth and unbuttoned her jumpsuit. The fabric slid off her shoulders and pooled around her waist. “Stand up,” she said. Inara’s smile had gotten a little wicked in the in-between, which just how Kaylee liked it best.
“In fact,” Inara said. She took the underthings from Kaylee and smoothed them out. “These are nice. But I think I’d perhaps like to see them on you a little later.”
Kaylee couldn’t help but agree, especially as Inara’s kimono was looking a little tight around her throat. The satin was smooth and slippery between her fingers as she undid it, and Inara’s skin underneath smelled like some kind of bright flower like the huge orange daises and the pink hollyhocks she had seen on Yuntun.
Kaylee stroked the soft skin underneath the kimono. There were some bits of lace and silk that Kaylee loved to take off. Inara could be unwrapped like a present on Christmas. She snuggled close, her perfumey skin warming Kaylee from her toes to her belly and up to her cheeks and the top of her head.
“You gotta help me get dressed later,” she said. She situated herself in Inara’s lap. She lifted the long lacquered chopstics out of Inara’s hair and carefully laid them by the doll. “I picked out this dress just for you to see at dinner.”
“And did you want to put your hair up?” Inara asked. She smiled and kissed Kaylee’s collarbone, her tongue swiping the ridge of skin before she moved down to Kaylee’s breasts.
“Yes,” Kaylee said. She was interrupted by a long, deep kiss before Inara went right back down to Kaylee’s stomach. She stretched out on the bed and took a deep breath. The lights from the lanterns danced in front of her eyes.
“My,” Inara said. She sounded a little breathless. Kaylee was feeling much the same way herself, as Inara’s hair trailed down to her belly button and down to between her thighs. Inara’s tongue was doing things Kaylee would like to bet weren’t legal in any of the Core planets, not even for Companions.
“It’ll be fancy,” Kaylee said. Her voice sounded distant to her, funny and tinny like a shout in the engine room. The lights turned into a warm gold haze, stars blurring into a flash of light. She slid her hands down on Inara’s shoulders and brought her up. She kissed her and looked at Inara. She closed her eyes and settled back against the pillow again.
“Real fancy,” Kaylee said. “Like a ball.”
“I think so,” Inara said. Kaylee could hear her smile. Funny how that worked out.