(Firefly) In the Engine Room
Title: In the Engine Room
Fandom: Firefly
Author: jackiejlh
Rating: NC-17
Character(s): Kaylee Frye, Inara Serra
Pairing(s): Inara/Kaylee
Warning(s): None
Summary: Inara is always the one to seek out Kaylee. | Written for the Femslash Kink Meme, for the prompt "Kaylee/Inara, fisting". As such, it's fairly… graphic.
They never seem to have sex in Inara's shuttle.
It's not because Kaylee can't tear her mind away from the thought that Inara's been with so many other people in that very bed.
It's not because Inara is ashamed.
It's because Inara is always the one to seek Kaylee out, and that in and of itself just... isn't normal. Isn't Inara. Except that it is, more so than any of the other crew members would ever imagine.
As Inara lies the wrong way in Kaylee's hammock, legs spread and dangling over the side, head leaning back against the cool, smooth wall, she doesn't care that anyone could walk in at any moment. She doesn't think about how dirty the wall is, or that her clothes are lying in a heap on the grease-covered floor. She hears Kaylee's sweet voice telling her, "Don't have to be quiet-they won't hear nothin' over Serenity," and the steady thrum and whir of the engine, and when Kaylee eases a third finger inside of her, she can't be bothered to think about anything else.
Soft lips drift over hers, then over her cheek and down her neck, the rough fabric of Kaylee's t-shirt brushing over sensitive skin.
"More," she insists, her voice rough with desire, and Kaylee grins against her shoulder as a fourth finger joins the others. The stretching skin burns, and Inara groans and tries to move closer, a shiver running through her as Kaylee lightly strokes her thumb over her clit just once.
She can feel pressure building inside of her, aching for release, and Kaylee's teasing her, taunting her, calloused fingers moving in and out at an unbearably slow pace, the hammock rocking with the motion. "Please," she whimpers, bucking her hips in an attempt to rub her throbbing clit against Kaylee's thigh. The other woman evades her attempt, leaning forward to take one dark, hard nipple between her teeth and sucking on it slowly before biting down just enough to cause Inara's back to arch, a hand slapping over her mouth to muffle a loud moan.
"Don't. None of that," Kaylee tells her, tugging her hand away, and Inara hesitantly lowers her arm and knots her fingers around the taut edge of the hammock. "Stop worryin' so much."
This. This is why she comes here. Because it doesn't have to be perfect, it's not about tradition, it's not about anything. Because Kaylee doesn't look at her and see a Companion, she sees a friend. Because Kaylee makes her blush, and she can't remember the last time someone did that. Because there's freedom in these moments that the Guild doesn't offer.
Fingers trace over the lines of her body, ghosting across her stomach and her thighs, and she feels them tease around her clit, never touching, before moving to push her thighs further apart. Kaylee's thumb circles her entrance then, easing in slowly, and then Inara gasps as she feels knuckles press against her, nearly inside. She closes her eyes and bites her lip, anticipation and apprehension lining her face. Kaylee pulls her hand back for a moment, slowly and torturously, and then pushes it forward again, and this time she doesn't stop as the burning, stretching sensation builds, and as an entire hand slips inside of her, Inara moans loudly, no longer caring if someone hears. Kaylee grins.
Fingers slowly twist inside of her, the hand turning from side to side but never leaving her, and Inara feels so filled it hurts, but there's nothing in the 'verse that would make her ask Kaylee to stop.
Kaylee whispers something against her skin, too soft for Inara to make out, but she feels the warm puffs of breath and shivers. "Please," she asks again, and she'd be ashamed of the begging tone in her voice, but it's Kaylee, and Kaylee always brings this out in her. That, too, is why she comes here.
Beautiful lips close over her own as Kaylee's other hand drifts from her thigh to her clit, brushing over the sensitive nub roughly and then gently, faster and then slower, until Inara is writhing beneath her, her hands reaching up to knot themselves in Kaylee's t-shirt. She feels herself clench painfully around the still-wriggling hand, her thighs trembling, and gasps against Kaylee's mouth, able to do little more than whimper as Kaylee gently eases her hand out, wet, sticky fingers brushing against Inara's thigh.
Fandom: Firefly
Author: jackiejlh
Rating: NC-17
Character(s): Kaylee Frye, Inara Serra
Pairing(s): Inara/Kaylee
Warning(s): None
Summary: Inara is always the one to seek out Kaylee. | Written for the Femslash Kink Meme, for the prompt "Kaylee/Inara, fisting". As such, it's fairly… graphic.
They never seem to have sex in Inara's shuttle.
It's not because Kaylee can't tear her mind away from the thought that Inara's been with so many other people in that very bed.
It's not because Inara is ashamed.
It's because Inara is always the one to seek Kaylee out, and that in and of itself just... isn't normal. Isn't Inara. Except that it is, more so than any of the other crew members would ever imagine.
As Inara lies the wrong way in Kaylee's hammock, legs spread and dangling over the side, head leaning back against the cool, smooth wall, she doesn't care that anyone could walk in at any moment. She doesn't think about how dirty the wall is, or that her clothes are lying in a heap on the grease-covered floor. She hears Kaylee's sweet voice telling her, "Don't have to be quiet-they won't hear nothin' over Serenity," and the steady thrum and whir of the engine, and when Kaylee eases a third finger inside of her, she can't be bothered to think about anything else.
Soft lips drift over hers, then over her cheek and down her neck, the rough fabric of Kaylee's t-shirt brushing over sensitive skin.
"More," she insists, her voice rough with desire, and Kaylee grins against her shoulder as a fourth finger joins the others. The stretching skin burns, and Inara groans and tries to move closer, a shiver running through her as Kaylee lightly strokes her thumb over her clit just once.
She can feel pressure building inside of her, aching for release, and Kaylee's teasing her, taunting her, calloused fingers moving in and out at an unbearably slow pace, the hammock rocking with the motion. "Please," she whimpers, bucking her hips in an attempt to rub her throbbing clit against Kaylee's thigh. The other woman evades her attempt, leaning forward to take one dark, hard nipple between her teeth and sucking on it slowly before biting down just enough to cause Inara's back to arch, a hand slapping over her mouth to muffle a loud moan.
"Don't. None of that," Kaylee tells her, tugging her hand away, and Inara hesitantly lowers her arm and knots her fingers around the taut edge of the hammock. "Stop worryin' so much."
This. This is why she comes here. Because it doesn't have to be perfect, it's not about tradition, it's not about anything. Because Kaylee doesn't look at her and see a Companion, she sees a friend. Because Kaylee makes her blush, and she can't remember the last time someone did that. Because there's freedom in these moments that the Guild doesn't offer.
Fingers trace over the lines of her body, ghosting across her stomach and her thighs, and she feels them tease around her clit, never touching, before moving to push her thighs further apart. Kaylee's thumb circles her entrance then, easing in slowly, and then Inara gasps as she feels knuckles press against her, nearly inside. She closes her eyes and bites her lip, anticipation and apprehension lining her face. Kaylee pulls her hand back for a moment, slowly and torturously, and then pushes it forward again, and this time she doesn't stop as the burning, stretching sensation builds, and as an entire hand slips inside of her, Inara moans loudly, no longer caring if someone hears. Kaylee grins.
Fingers slowly twist inside of her, the hand turning from side to side but never leaving her, and Inara feels so filled it hurts, but there's nothing in the 'verse that would make her ask Kaylee to stop.
Kaylee whispers something against her skin, too soft for Inara to make out, but she feels the warm puffs of breath and shivers. "Please," she asks again, and she'd be ashamed of the begging tone in her voice, but it's Kaylee, and Kaylee always brings this out in her. That, too, is why she comes here.
Beautiful lips close over her own as Kaylee's other hand drifts from her thigh to her clit, brushing over the sensitive nub roughly and then gently, faster and then slower, until Inara is writhing beneath her, her hands reaching up to knot themselves in Kaylee's t-shirt. She feels herself clench painfully around the still-wriggling hand, her thighs trembling, and gasps against Kaylee's mouth, able to do little more than whimper as Kaylee gently eases her hand out, wet, sticky fingers brushing against Inara's thigh.