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Title: Cultural Differences
Fandom: Firefly/Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Kaylee/Carson
Word Count: 401
Rating: PG
Notes: We went to a con. We saw Paul McGillion in a kilt. I did a first kisses meme. The result, some might say, was inevitable.
“It just ain’t normal, that’s all.”
Kaylee shrugs her shoulders as she finishes up her explanation, and a snort comes from the other side of the door.
“Maybe not where you come from, lass,” comes the reply, and it takes her a second to process what he’s said, because no matter how much time she spends with Carson, she still has trouble with his accent sometimes.
“Not there, not anywhere in the ‘verse that we been to,” she tells him, choosing to ignore Inara’s tales of just such sights she’s seen. “Skirts are for ladies,” she adds. “It just… it ain’t manly, that’s all.”
Another snort, but she’s fairly sure that there’s more amusement than annoyance in his voice when he speaks. “Not manly? I take it no-one’s ever told you what a Scotsman wears underneath his kilt?”
They haven’t, that particular piece of information being even beyond Inara’s knowledge, and Kaylee feels a flicker of apprehension. “It ain’t nothin’ horrible is it?”
This time, there’s no snort, just an unmistakeable chuckle. “Ye’ll have to be seein’ that for yourself lass,” he says, and then he steps out from behind the door.
And Kaylee gasps.
He’s wearing some kind of black jacket, a white shirt underneath it, and the skirt - kilt, as he insists on calling it - hangs around his waist, something large and silver - a sporran, he said it was called, but she can’t get her tongue around that - to the front. Black shoes and white socks complete the look, and he does a slow turn, arms held out to the side, for her approval.
“Well lass?” he asks, his expression somewhere between a smirk and a challenge. “Still think it’s not manly?”
“I think it’s shiny,” is all Kaylee can manage, and then, somehow, before she knows it, she’s across the room and her arms are around his neck and she’s kissing him. There’s a moment where he just stands still, and she thinks that she’s done something wrong, that he doesn’t want this, but then the moment passes, and he pulls her closer and kisses her harder as he winds his fingers through her hair, and she’s pressed right up against him and suddenly she’s got a very good idea about what’s underneath the kilt.
But she still pulls away, asks him if she can find out for sure.
With a smile on his face, Carson lets her.
Fandom: Firefly/Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Kaylee/Carson
Word Count: 401
Rating: PG
Notes: We went to a con. We saw Paul McGillion in a kilt. I did a first kisses meme. The result, some might say, was inevitable.
“It just ain’t normal, that’s all.”
Kaylee shrugs her shoulders as she finishes up her explanation, and a snort comes from the other side of the door.
“Maybe not where you come from, lass,” comes the reply, and it takes her a second to process what he’s said, because no matter how much time she spends with Carson, she still has trouble with his accent sometimes.
“Not there, not anywhere in the ‘verse that we been to,” she tells him, choosing to ignore Inara’s tales of just such sights she’s seen. “Skirts are for ladies,” she adds. “It just… it ain’t manly, that’s all.”
Another snort, but she’s fairly sure that there’s more amusement than annoyance in his voice when he speaks. “Not manly? I take it no-one’s ever told you what a Scotsman wears underneath his kilt?”
They haven’t, that particular piece of information being even beyond Inara’s knowledge, and Kaylee feels a flicker of apprehension. “It ain’t nothin’ horrible is it?”
This time, there’s no snort, just an unmistakeable chuckle. “Ye’ll have to be seein’ that for yourself lass,” he says, and then he steps out from behind the door.
And Kaylee gasps.
He’s wearing some kind of black jacket, a white shirt underneath it, and the skirt - kilt, as he insists on calling it - hangs around his waist, something large and silver - a sporran, he said it was called, but she can’t get her tongue around that - to the front. Black shoes and white socks complete the look, and he does a slow turn, arms held out to the side, for her approval.
“Well lass?” he asks, his expression somewhere between a smirk and a challenge. “Still think it’s not manly?”
“I think it’s shiny,” is all Kaylee can manage, and then, somehow, before she knows it, she’s across the room and her arms are around his neck and she’s kissing him. There’s a moment where he just stands still, and she thinks that she’s done something wrong, that he doesn’t want this, but then the moment passes, and he pulls her closer and kisses her harder as he winds his fingers through her hair, and she’s pressed right up against him and suddenly she’s got a very good idea about what’s underneath the kilt.
But she still pulls away, asks him if she can find out for sure.
With a smile on his face, Carson lets her.