firefly fic: This Is Kaylee, Kaylee/Mal, Adult

Aug 06, 2007 22:10

Title: This Is Kaylee
Pairing/Characters: Mal/Kaylee
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: JossWhedonJossWhedonJossWhedon. And some other people. But not me.
Summary: Kaylee’d do anything for his ship and that’s what troubles him.


This was the way Kaylee kept his ship in the air, Mal told himself. Kaylee, who’d rather get her hands on a shiny new compression coil or barely used cooling drive than the useless drivel like trinkets and jewelry most girls her age would go after. Kaylee, who loved Serenity damn near more than he did and looked after her like she was her best girl friend. Kaylee, who’d do anything for his ship. Which was exactly what was troubling him.

“That tattoo, the one right here,” Kaylee ran her fingers down the vendors inadequate bicep, curling around his elbow momentarily until they finally rested lightly along the dark ink on his forearm. “That’s real purdy. What’s it mean?”

The young vendor blushed a scant bit and tousled his hair - as if it weren’t mucked up enough already. “Dunno,” he shrugged, his eyes traveling down Kaylee’s body, then back up to her face. “Just thought it’d be nice to look.”

Kaylee’s fingers traced the intricate tribal designs, seemingly absentmindedly as she listened to him with a look of utter curiosity and innocence on her face. Mal watched from a distance, knowing better.

“Well, that’s gives it more mystery then, don’t it?” She lowered her voice just barely. He was far enough away that he couldn’t actually hear much of what Kaylee was saying, but he could tell by the way she leaned into him, the way she cocked her head a touch to the side, that she was luring him in. “It can be whatever you want it to be now.”

Mal forced himself to look away. She was giving the vendor those eyes, brown and bright and wide with innocence. In that moment, Mal knew the kid had lost. In that single moment, Kaylee had done her part for the crew and secured the parts they needed to keep Serenity running smooth and sound. Also, in that same moment, the monster inside of Malcolm Reynolds flared up for the first time in many, many years. He quickened his pace back to the ship, needing to put as much distance between him and the two twenty-something’s groping behind the vendor’s tent as he could before the monster managed to break free and quite possibly break that young man’s jaw in the process.

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It was half past one, though you couldn’t tell it by looking. It was always the middle of the night out in the black. Normal folks would have been long asleep hours ago, but Mal knew his mechanic. Knew she’d be far too excited with all the new-old parts they acquired earlier that day to get any sleeping done, making sure they all fit just right. The tinkering and ratcheting sounds he heard coming from the engine room proved his theory right.

Mal stepped lightly, hoping to get a glimpse of Kaylee in her zone, and sure enough, Kaylee was so engrossed in fitting on the new cooling drive that she didn’t even notice him standing there. He watched intently as she irritably brushed stray hairs out of her face three or four times, finally admitting to defeat and letting them hang loosely in front of her eyes. She sighed, taking a closer look at the engine, and scratched her cheek with a dirty hand, leaving a streak of ebony that disguised a patch of freckles next to her small, button nose. Blindly, Kaylee reached behind her to grasp another wrench off the shelf and ended up knocking it off, cursing as it clanked loudly on the floor.

“Ching-wah tsao duh liou mahng1,” Kaylee muttered, twisting around to see where it had landed, nearly jumping out of her combat boots when she looked up and saw Mal standing there offering her the wrench she was after. “Lao tyen yeh2, Capt’n. Where the heck’d you come from?”

“I live on the ship,” Mal pointed out dryly, leaning over to survey the work Kaylee’d already managed to get done. Whistling appreciatively, he turned back to her. “She looks mighty fine, Kaylee girl.”

“Thank ya, Cap,” Kaylee beamed, pursing her lips together the way she did when she was quite pleased with herself. He wished she didn’t look so damn cheerful all the time, especially now.

“About that,” he began, fiddling with a couple of screws she’d put in a jar. “We need to have a little talk about the way you go about getting us such good deals.”

The glow on Kaylee’s face dimmed and she pushed herself up off her knees, brushing her hands on the back of her jumpsuit. “You…don’t like that I get us new parts?” She asked. The hurt in her voice nearly broke him.

“That ain’t it,” Mal said, shaking his head briefly. “It’s. You shouldn’t have to. There’s plenty of other ways we can go about getting good deals on parts for Serenity without you traipsing about like some gorram doxy.”

Kaylee’s expression morphed into something Mal didn’t think he’d ever seen on her face before. Her cheeks burned bright, but she wasn‘t embarassed. Her brown eyes were dark and all the warmth in them had been replaced by the same coldness he could feel radiating off of her body.

“Doxy.” She repeated, just barely a whisper, staring up at Mal as if he were a stranger. “Doxy?”

“I didn’t mean-”

“Yeah, I think you did.” Kaylee’s expression was hard and cold and it didn’t fit her sweet, round face one bit. “You don’t like way I get parts to fix up your ship, Captain? Fine, won’t do it no more and we’ll see how long it takes for her to fall dead out of the sky, hwoon dan3.” She snatched the wrench out of his hand and slammed it into her toolbox, the sound of metal clanking harshly against more metal so loud it nearly pierced his ears.

“Kaylee,” Mal said, grabbing her by the wrist. His fingers pressed into the cheap gold charms dangling from the bracelet she wore as she whipped her neck around and glared at him with eyes so cold he felt the chill down to his bones.

“Don’t touch me, Cap‘n,” She hissed, attempting to wrench her arm out of his grasp.

“No Kaylee, I want you to listen to me,” He insisted, tightening his grip around her tiny wrist. “I didn’t mean what I said just then. I just. Look. I don’t want you doing it anymore, dong ma4?”

Kaylee’s eyes narrowed. “It’s just a little innocent flirting, Cap’n. I don’t whore myself out or anything.”

The monster trapped inside of him roared to life. The thought of Kaylee doing something like that, giving herself so meaninglessly to some stranger just to knock a few bucks off a Ret Coupling, it made him want to hit something very, very hard. Possibly with an open fist, just to know he’d done it.

“Ain’t innocent,” he growled, unaware of his fingers tightening even more around Kaylee’s wrist. “It’s wrong and you won’t be doing it anymore. Do you hear me?”

“You ain’t my Daddy,” Kaylee replied,, sounding just about as young as she was. “My job’s to keep S’renity running. S’what you pay me for, ain‘t it?”

“I don’t pay you to be a gorram whore!” Mal shouted and the monster inside of him broke free and took the reigns. His hands were around Kaylee’s waist, pushing her against the cool metal, kissing her with his mouth and tongue and teeth, his hands touching her, claiming her angrily. Later, he would realize that it was jealousy that was causing him to act that way, but at that moment all he could feel was pure, unfiltered rage, knowing that some worthless son of a whore had put their hands on his mechanic, his Kaylee.

Kaylee made a muffled noise against his mouth and tangled her fingers into his hair, tugging it roughly, pulling his mouth off of hers so that she could gasp a few breaths of air. Mal stole the chance to move his mouth to her neck, scraping his teeth down the tender skin as he sucked it into his mouth, leaving his mark behind.

“Lao tyen yeh,5” Kaylee moaned as he cupped one of her small, round breasts roughly through her clothes, and she busted more than one of the buttons on his shirt as she tore it open impatiently, raking her nails down his smooth, bare flesh.

“Kaylee,” Mal growled darkly, arching his back as Kaylee’s nails left angry red streaks down his chest. Gripping her firmly on the bottom, Mal lifted Kaylee easily off the ground and pressed her back against the wall. He felt her heels lock around his waist as he buried his face into the other side of her neck, giving her a bruise to match the other side. His cock was traitorously hard in his trousers and for a fleeting moment he thought, this is wrong, special hell, but the point of backing out had long passed. Kaylee was stripping her shirt off over her head, flinging it on top of her little red toolbox, and she was grinding her hips against his and making soft little moaning sounds. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“P-pants,” he stammered like a gorram fifteen year old virgin fumbling around with the neighbor girl in his Mama’s old pickup. “I want…touch you. So bad.”

Kaylee gave a noise that was equal parts moan and whimper and pushed him away, slipping her legs away from his waist as she slid down to the ground and pushed the jumpsuit she had bunched around her waist off of her legs. Mal licked his lips, his eyes roaming over her tight, youthful skin and round, perfect tits. The thought of someone else touching this, this perfect example of the human body had the monster inside of him snarling and baring its teeth.

“Oh, Cap,” Kaylee moaned as he cupped the crotch of her panties, already wet and tacky with arousal, and dragged her nails down his back. He teased her for a moment, soaking her cotton panties through with her own juices, then peeled them down her thigh and slid a finger between her slick folds.

“Holy - wuh de ma,6 Kaylee. You’re so gorram wet,” He murmured, nipping her ear with his teeth while he stroked her, his knuckle grazing her clit as his fingers slid in and out of her, making her keen and moan and writhe against him like the very thing he had accused her of being. Mal used his free arm to reach behind Kaylee’s back and unclasp her bra, peeling it off her arms as he lowered his head and flicked his tongue out across a pert, rosy nipple. Kaylee whimpered, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth as her hips bucked against his hand.

“Please,” she murmured quietly, eyelashes fluttering as her head lolled back against the wall.

“Oh God,” Mal groaned, his cock surging forward at the sound of her soft, pleading voice. “Tell me what you want, Kaylee girl.”

“You, Cap,” her voice was slightly hoarse as she focused on his face. “Just you. Always you, silly.”

That was all it took to convince Mal that this was right, that Kaylee wanted it, he wanted it, they both needed it, and fuck what happened tomorrow or the next day. With all the blood in his body seemingly contained below his belt buckle, there wasn’t much else he could think. The monster growled like a feral beast, or perhaps that was him, and he pulled off his belt in one swift motion. Kaylee’s fingers took over where his had been working down his fly, then her soft, small hands were on his hips, pushing his trousers off his backside. When her hands moved back around and her thumbs hooked under the edge of his shorts, easing them slowly down his thighs, minding the enormous erection poking out the top, Mal hissed in satisfaction. Kaylee’s fingers took hold of him, her pretty fingers curling around his length as Mal’s back snapped taut and he captured her mouth once again. He kissed her hard, but not like before - not with anger and jealousy, but with passion and a deep, aching hunger. He stroked her tongue with his, kneading her plump, perfect breasts in his hands as he thrust into hers.

“Sweetheart,” he gasped against her mouth. “Bao bei7, stop.”

“Stop?” Kaylee looked up and disappointment flashed behind her eyes. Mal brought his hand up and stroked her cheek, smearing engine grease and sweat on his thumb.

“Yes,” He smiled, his chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. “If you keep doing that, we’re going to have a mess on our hands, very literally. And I’d like to be inside of you when that happens, dong ma8?”

Kaylee trembled in his arms as if he’d touched her again. “Oh God. Yes, please Cap’n. Want you bad.”

Mal’s breath caught in his throat at the desperation in her tone and her soft, intoxicating whimpers. He hooked his fingers into her pale blue underwear and tugged the fabric down her ivory legs, inhaling the sweet, musky scent of her sex as he pulled them off her feet. Pushing his pants further down to bunch around his ankles, Mal took Kaylee by the waist and hitched her up against the wall. He could feel her heels pressing into the small of his back as she wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him. Her tongue was soft and languid as it stroked his, gradually getting firmer, needier. Her bare breasts pressed against his chest and he could feel her taut, pebbled nipples rubbing against him. Kaylee’s hand was wound tightly through his hair, her nails raking down his back as she whimpered into his mouth and he swallowed them down greedily. His cock rubbed between her legs, becoming slick with her wetness and Kaylee arched against him, wanting to feel more of him.

“Cap,” She begged helplessly in a voice he’d never heard her use before. “Please.”

“Say it,” Mal growled next to her ear, tracing the outline with the tip of his tongue.

Kaylee’s face flushed scarlet. “Run-tse duh fwotzoo,9 I want - wuh de tyen10, ah - you inside me, Captain.”

“Well,” Mal choked out, lifting Kaylee’s round bottom a few inches higher. “If those ain’t the damn prettiest word I’ve ever heard…” Kaylee dug her heels into the base of his spine, bringing them closer together, and before he could register what was going on, he was sliding into her, gritting his teeth as her tight, velvety sheath pulled him deeper inside. Kaylee clenched her muscle around him and the two of them groaned in unison, heads thrown back as the burning desire they’d each felt for so long was finally being quenched.

Mal thrust against her, Serenity’s core whizzing and rumbling behind them, adding a bit of vibration to his movements, and he found himself wondering why the gorram hell he hadn’t done this sooner. Kaylee’s nails bit into his back as he drove into her again and again, squeezing his eyes shut to concentrating only on how Kaylee smelled, how Kaylee tasted, how Kaylee felt as she was coming around his cock-

“OH GOD,” Kaylee moaned, biting her bottom lip roughly in a desperate attempt to keep from waking the rest of the crew. Her inner muscles clamped down on him and Mal felt himself slipping. He hadn’t been lying when he told Saffron it’d been a long, long time. He had more important things to be thinking about most of the time. Trivial things like where they would get money to acquire silly things like food and drink, or keep fuel in his ship as to not get them all caught by the feds. It had definitely been a long time, and Kaylee, his beautiful Kaylee girl, felt so goddamn good and hot and tight around him, still quivering from her climax, that Mal couldn’t fight it any longer.

His fingers curled around Kaylee’s hip, pressing into her skin hard enough to bruise, and Mal jerked forward suddenly, his head falling to the crook of her neck as he came, blinding white, hot, and violent, inside of her.

“Mine.”

The words spilled from his lips without a conscious effort and when he heard them, he winced, wishing he hadn’t said it. He didn’t know what was going to happen beyond tonight. He hadn’t intended it to happen at all, but now that it had…well, he’d planned on leaving that part up to Kaylee, but now that he’d went and declared some sort of possession on her, he was lost as to what to do.

“Course,” Kaylee whispered, taking his face between her hands, kissing his cheek, his lips, the curve of his jaw. “Told ya, Cap’n. Always.”

Mal stroked her hair, sweaty and streaked with engine grease like the rest of her. Beautiful. He kissed her lips, swollen and red from how much they’d already kissed, and it tasted just as amazing and just as impossible as the first time. Kaylee sighed against him and laid her head on his shoulder, tracing a scar from a bullet wound with the tips of her fingers.

“This mean you’re going to stop flirting with vendors to get us discounts?” Mal asked wearily, remembering all to clearly the harsh words he’d used when he confronted her about it earlier.

“Hell Captain,” Kaylee raised her head and grinned up at him lazily. “Only reason I ever did it was to get your attention.”

Mal smiled graciously and pressed his lips to her forehead. “That a yes?”

“Course it’s a yes, silly,” She smiled, looking over his shoulder. After a few minutes more of snuggling, Kaylee cleared her throat. “Erm. Cap, you think you could let me down? I was kinda in the middle of rewiring the grav boot when you came in here all jealous and sexy.”

“My apologies,” Mal chuckled, pulling his pants up after setting Kaylee back on her legs. He watched her as she gathered her miscellaneous articles of clothing, not knowing when the next time he’d get to see her like that again, her skin flushed a pretty pink, glistening with sweat and sex. He stayed even after she’d gotten dressed and he’d buttoned the last button on his shirt, watching intently as she knelt in front of the engine and started to perform her Kaylee-magic on his ship.

This, he thought, is Kaylee. Kaylee, who’d rather be up at two in the morning rewiring the grav boot than wasting time sleeping. Kaylee, who loved Serenity just as much as she loved him. Kaylee, who would do anything for his ship. And apparently, for him.

1. Frog humping son of a bitch.
2. Jesus!
3. Jerk
4. Understand?
5. Oh God!
6. Mother of God
7. Sweetheart
8. Understand?
9. Merciful Buddha
10. Dear God in heaven

Translations from Browncoats.com

mal/kaylee, firefly

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