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Fireflyverse
[Firefly. Kaylee/Saffron/Mal. PG-13. Once again I ignored the prompt, this time from alixtii. Set during "Our Mrs. Reynolds" before the reveal.]
Generous Miss
"I know what he wants to do with me..."
"Well, it's not so bad. You know, if Cap'n Reynolds wanted to do those things to *me*, I sure wouldn't be quivering scared. I'd be kissing him back."
"You know, if you came with me... if you shared the conjugal bed, I might be able to bear it better."
"I will. I'll come with you and we'll tell the Cap'n that if he wants you, he'd better take both of us. And if he wants anything too qí tè from you, I'll take care of it."
"You're awful generous, Miss Frye."
[Firefly. Kaylee/Tracy. PG-13. Leather. For poisontaster]
How They Got Warm
Tracy's dying and is scared. Kaylee knows how it is when your heart falls outta you and you only want to be at home, wrapped in someone's warm leather coat. He puts a hand over her heart and says, "Won't you please?" Kaylee can't say no when he asks so pretty.
She kisses heat back into him; he was frozen and iced over. Too much time in the black'll make you that way, till you can crack like an icicle at the slightest touch. She's gotta warm him slowly, rubbing him gentle, then harder, till he's hot with life again.
[Firefly. Kaylee/Simon. R. Dreadful. For 50thousandtearz.]
How It Wasn't
This ain't dreadful like she imagined.
Kaylee thought Simon would be like other pretty boys, well-bred and a little afraid to touch till she made him laugh himself loose. She thought she'd need to make him tipsy for him to want to see what she looked like underneath her clothes. Thought he'd probably jìn 'fore he'd even gotten to the best part.
'Tain't like that at all.
He's all she's wanted for a year, and when you wait so long to open a present, the best part's the unwrapping, teasing open your package till you have your desire.
[Firefly. Kaylee/Inara. Hard R. Dust. For velvetandlace.]
Dust
Kaylee falls to dust under Inara's fingers. She doesn't know how clients can stand the moment when Inara first touches them. She can't take another minute of softness. She wants Inara's fingers to move like her own, rapid and sure. She knows the hum of her heart and her clit, knows how to make herself come in half the time it's taking Inara just to get her overalls off.
"Patience, mei-mei," Inara says with quiet laughter that heats Kaylee's skin to blushing, frantic shame. Inara's kisses are so soft Kaylee has to reinvent herself as silent just to feel them.
[Firefly. Kaylee/Mal. PG-13. Sultry. For musesfool.]
How They Prepared
Kaylee would bet Mal's been gettin' advice from the crew all day, else why'd there be Inara's incense and Jayne's sheepskins in the normally spartan captain's quarters. She ought to laugh, only it's hard to laugh at a man who's got his hands on your shoulders and who's giving you a kiss you're not like to forget, deep and demanding with just a hint of whiskey to make things interesting.
'Sides, she's been playing at being a sultry seductress all day, sayin', "Now, Wash, you be Mal, and tell me if I'm sexy."
Tonight's not for laughter, anyhow. No way.
The Greater Jossverse
[Jossverse. Joss/Alexis/Kaylee. G. For malnpudl.]
How Kaylee Came To Be
In the beginning was Joss. With Joss was Alexis, leaning over his shoulder, telling him, "Good, good that's very good. Write about pirates now."
And there were bits about pirates, bits about heartbreak, and bits about dinosaurs. They were all very good.
"Now a bit about a pretty girl."
So Joss wrote a bit about a pretty girl who loved sunshine and strawberries and engines, and she was good.
"Now write about how she falls in love with a thin, prim Englishman who's slightly snotty and looks a little like me."
Then Joss hit Alexis, and wrote about Simon instead.
[FireflyxBuffy:the Vampire Slayer. Kaylee/Buffy. PG. Hesitation. For cadence_k]
How Buffy Confessed
Kaylee almost trips over herself on the way to Buffy's bunk, but Buffy hangs back. "Well?"
"I have to tell you something."
Kaylee frowns slightly; she doesn't ever want to see Buffy looking sad on her account. "Go on..."
"I'm stronger than... I'm not like most people." The thing 'bout Buffy's pout, though, is that Kaylee'd kiss her lower lip all day to make it swell like that. "I'm a vampire slayer."
"You've got one up on River. She's stronger'n most people, and she's crazy too."
Buffy looks a question at her, and Kaylee answers with her tongue. Yes *please*.
[FireflyxSlayeverse. Kaylee/Faith. R. Kaylee gets Faith to tone down a bit. For rayne_y_daze.]
Lookin' Pretty
Faith wants to go back to Serenity. She knows Kaylee'll give it up; she's good at that, got a mechanic's hands and Faith likes that. But now she's window-shopping, staring at dresses she can't buy,looking wistful and pretty.
"Will you stop with the gawking? I'm starting to feel like you like that dress more'n me."
"Course not. You both look real pretty on me," Kaylee says.
"I feel better already."
Kaylee shifts her gaze to Faith. "Will you...?"
"Buy it?" Faith's heart splits; she's been saving her coin to find a way outta here. But Kaylee... "'Course I will."
[FireflyxBuffy:the Vampire Slayer. Giles/Kaylee. R. book. For gwynnega]
How They Learned
Kaylee snuggles back into the warm cushions of Giles's couch; this'll take awhile. He starts slow, with a hand on each of her thighs; then his fingers spread her apart like fine satin. Giles knows how to do this fancy, like he knows it from a book, not from tumbling in the barn loft as Kaylee did. When Giles's fingers are in her, she can feel his concentration, the practiced movements of his hand.
"You learnt this from reading books."
His fingers still a moment. "No. That's how I learned lovemaking, perhaps -- but it's not how I'll learn you."
[FireflyxBuffy:the Vampire Slayer. Kaylee/Tara. NC-17. Fields. For sage_theory.]
The Fields Beyond the Fields
Going down on Tara's like this: it's like the first day of spring when her ma let her go outside barefoot, and she ran across the road and past the poplars right into their neighbor's fields. The first taste of Tara's like dewdrops on her feet, washing away the dust of the winter. She doesn't think she can get her tongue far enough in, doesn't think she can breathe deeply enough of the fresh spring air. Even if she had a lifetime for this, she couldn't learn all there is of Tara, couldn't taste her as richly as she ought.
[FireflyxAngel. Fred/Kaylee. PG. Fruit. For cadence_k.]
Baked Apples
Mal don't take too kindly to being paid in fruit, so Kaylee steals away with all the apples she can carry while he haggles with Huck, and presents them to Fred like they're every kind of treasure.
"It's been too long since we've had real food like this," Fred says in wonder. "I'll bake them for us. Ever have baked apples?"
"Sure," Kaylee says, and Fred takes a moment to understand. 'Tain't often their childhoods overlap like that. "Know what's sweeter than baked apples?" Kaylee asks.
"Do you ever think of anything else?"
"Nope," Kaylee grins, and Fred grins back.
The Gateverse
[FireflyxStargate:Atlantis. Kaylee/Radek Zelenka R. Propulsion. For malnpudl. This drabble has been remixed as Propulsion (the Slow & Steady Burn Remix) by 2ndary_author.]
How They Spoke
They don't speak each other's language. They're too coarse in different ways; she calls a thing a butterfly fan that he calls a vrtulový; they laugh at this and at their lovely ship and at each other. They know things with their hands, know the inside of Serenity's engine, the outside of their bodies.
Laughter changes itself into kissing faster than the ship can move; she hangs dead in space while they light each other up, fingers finding just the right spots of skin to make Kaylee burn, to make Radek harden.
They speak the same language, truly.
[FireflyxStargate:Atlantis. McKay/Kaylee. PG. Need. For sage_theory.]
How Kaylee Understood
Kaylee knows Rodney's smart; it's hard to miss, since he reminds her of it every three minutes while they try to reconfigure her gal's engines for hyperdrive. But while he may know machines, Rodney doesn't know an awful lot about girls.
He yells at her when she makes mistakes, yells at her when *he* makes mistakes, yells just because he's feeling cranky.
If things haven't changed since she was younger, this probably means he *likes* her. She tests the theory, interrupts his rant with a kiss, and is surprised when he collapses into her. Men's needs surely are a puzzle.
[FireflyxStargate:Atlantis. Kaylee/Ford. PG. giggle. For azarsuerte.]
Surprise
"I've got something to show you."
"Is it shiny?"
"Dunno if it's shiny, but I know you'll like it." They walk from her room to his, his hands over her eyes. She pries lightly at his fingers, but his grip is firm.
"No peeking."
"You're not any fun at all."
"That's not what you thought this morning..."
She giggles but won't be distracted. "What's my surprise?"
"If I told you..."
"It wouldn't be a surprise." She pouts and tries to speed up, but he won't let her walk so fast she'll hurt herself.
"I promise, Kaylee, it's worth the wait."
Browderverse
[FireflyxStargate:SG-1. Cameron/Kaylee. PG. Tea. For sage_theory.]
Learned Habits
"I never get sex, either," he tells her. She pours him another cup of tea, a habit she picked up from Inara 'fore she left. "I'm beginning to think they're just playing with me. Then, *bam*, that's the least of my troubles, and I'm here in some distant galaxy and Earth isn't."
"Can't fix that," she says. "But you're pretty enough, and I've got a shiny new set of playthings I'm just aching to try out."
"Are you...?"
She smiles. "Ain't a pretty girl ever asked you to her bed before?"
"Not as such."
"Well then," she says. "Enough *tea*."
[FireflyxFarscape. Kaylee/Crichton. PG. Engines and barbecue. For redstarrobot.
Suitor
She caught him in the engine, trying to cook meat over the gas flame of the ignition.
She made short work of *that*, but he kept coming back, (without the meat; once Mal found out he was poaching from the cargo hold, he about near got tossed off the ship, even when he explained he didn't know it wasn't theirs), lounging around her engine room, asking questions and generally making a fool of himself.
"You want a girl, you want her," she tells him. "Are you coming down here to talk engines or to have sex?"
"A little of both."
Scapeverse
[Firefly x Farscape. Kaylee/Pilot. G. For redstarrobot.]
They Dream of Stars
Kaylee strokes Pilot's long nose and he lets out a sigh that's not a sigh. "Can Moya feel that?" she asks.
"Everything," he tells her, and she wonders at that. *Everything.*
"Wish I had someone to share with like that."
Pilot leans closer to her, and she thinks she can feel every cell of his skin. He oozes juices that smell foreign and wet and weedy. She wishes she could be Moya, wishes she could know all his thoughts and memories.
"I dreamed of stars," he says, like he senses her longing.
"Me too." She smiles. "And I found them."
Houseverse
[FireflyxHouse MD. Kaylee/Chase. PG. The prompt was "Inara." For wildtiger7]
Cleansing
Kaylee loves to watch Inara's clients leave; they always look *fresher*. She can imagine Inara pouring soapy water over them, rubbing her fingers over their joints and making them feel so cleanly perfect. But she likes it best when they're a little sad, like Dr. Chase. She can make a story about him, about why seein' a Companion would make him seem so lost. She's thinking so hard on it, she forgets to hide, and he near trips over her.
"What are you doing here?"
"Watching."
"Bit pervy, are you?"
"But Inara's not perverted. She's pure."
And Chase's guilt relaxes.
[HousexFirefly. Cameron/Kaylee. PG-13. Tea. For sage_theory. (I wasn't sure which Cameron she meant... so Kaylee did both.)]
Long Island Iced Tea
Cameron adjusts the strap of her dress. She's not used to being this exposed. She asks the bartender for a Long Island Iced Tea, the only drink she can think of, and tries to scope out the women unobtrusively. It's hard: being in a gay bar isn't exactly like the Princeton-Plainsboro Annual Christmas Party, where they mostly talk shop. Here it's all sex -- the woman on the stool next to her is staring at her breasts with open admiration.
"Hi," she says, hoping the woman will stop.
"I'm Kaylee."
"Allison."
"Wanna...?"
Cameron is surprised to find herself saying yes.
Misc. Fandoms
[FireflyxWest Wing. Josh/Donna/Kaylee. PG. Dialogue-only. For redstarrobot. (Sorry... I didn't actually use your prompt...)]
The Folly of Men
"What I'm trying to..."
"He's trying to say he doesn't want to sleep with us."
"Donna, shut up."
"Why not? Ain't we pretty?"
"I think we're pretty."
"I could take off my shirt. Think that'd help? Breasts are pretty."
"That's true... Kaylee? I want to tell you something. Men are very stupid."
"No need to tell me *that*."
"I figured."
"So he doesn't think we're pretty? Even without our clothes on?"
"Listening to you two talk, one could miss the fact that I'm standing right here."
"Donna, think if I kissed you, he'd take an interest?"
"It's worth a try."
[FireflyxdueSouth. Fraser/Kaylee. PG. Duty. For malnpudl. (I have S1 characterization only, so bear with me.)]
Why They Shouldn't
"I don't think that this is right."
"Why?" Kaylee demands, putting her hands on her hips and trying to look fierce, which is hard, since Fraser in his uniform and hat is more than slightly intimidating.
"You're younger than I am," he says, and while she's still trying to figure how he knows that when she's not sure herself what age she is, he adds, "And I'm on duty, and you're a criminal."
"Only just a little," she says. "That's mostly Cap'n Reynolds. 'Sides, it'd feel good."
"Well, when you put it that way..."
"You'll do me?"
"No. Absolutely not."
[FireflyxVeronica Mars. Kaylee/Wallace. G. Smiles. For invisionary.]
Amends
"Hey girl." Wallace swings an arm over Kaylee's shoulder that she shrugs off.
"Is that how you greet girls now?"
"No, I'm sorry." He removes his arm and stands in front of her, jogging backwards as she keeps walking. "I'll make it up to you."
"How?" She looks like she could really be mad this time, but he knows it ain't so.
"I could bake you something."
"That mean you'd make Veronica bake cookies again?"
"Probably."
"Try again," she sighs.
"Backrub?"
"You're getting closer."
"Backrub, strawberries, and an evening alone with your favorite boyfriend?"
And suddenly she's all smiles again.
Fireflyverse
[Firefly. Kaylee/Saffron/Mal. PG-13. Once again I ignored the prompt, this time from alixtii. Set during "Our Mrs. Reynolds" before the reveal.]
Generous Miss
"I know what he wants to do with me..."
"Well, it's not so bad. You know, if Cap'n Reynolds wanted to do those things to *me*, I sure wouldn't be quivering scared. I'd be kissing him back."
"You know, if you came with me... if you shared the conjugal bed, I might be able to bear it better."
"I will. I'll come with you and we'll tell the Cap'n that if he wants you, he'd better take both of us. And if he wants anything too qí tè from you, I'll take care of it."
"You're awful generous, Miss Frye."
[Firefly. Kaylee/Tracy. PG-13. Leather. For poisontaster]
How They Got Warm
Tracy's dying and is scared. Kaylee knows how it is when your heart falls outta you and you only want to be at home, wrapped in someone's warm leather coat. He puts a hand over her heart and says, "Won't you please?" Kaylee can't say no when he asks so pretty.
She kisses heat back into him; he was frozen and iced over. Too much time in the black'll make you that way, till you can crack like an icicle at the slightest touch. She's gotta warm him slowly, rubbing him gentle, then harder, till he's hot with life again.
[Firefly. Kaylee/Simon. R. Dreadful. For 50thousandtearz.]
How It Wasn't
This ain't dreadful like she imagined.
Kaylee thought Simon would be like other pretty boys, well-bred and a little afraid to touch till she made him laugh himself loose. She thought she'd need to make him tipsy for him to want to see what she looked like underneath her clothes. Thought he'd probably jìn 'fore he'd even gotten to the best part.
'Tain't like that at all.
He's all she's wanted for a year, and when you wait so long to open a present, the best part's the unwrapping, teasing open your package till you have your desire.
[Firefly. Kaylee/Inara. Hard R. Dust. For velvetandlace.]
Dust
Kaylee falls to dust under Inara's fingers. She doesn't know how clients can stand the moment when Inara first touches them. She can't take another minute of softness. She wants Inara's fingers to move like her own, rapid and sure. She knows the hum of her heart and her clit, knows how to make herself come in half the time it's taking Inara just to get her overalls off.
"Patience, mei-mei," Inara says with quiet laughter that heats Kaylee's skin to blushing, frantic shame. Inara's kisses are so soft Kaylee has to reinvent herself as silent just to feel them.
[Firefly. Kaylee/Mal. PG-13. Sultry. For musesfool.]
How They Prepared
Kaylee would bet Mal's been gettin' advice from the crew all day, else why'd there be Inara's incense and Jayne's sheepskins in the normally spartan captain's quarters. She ought to laugh, only it's hard to laugh at a man who's got his hands on your shoulders and who's giving you a kiss you're not like to forget, deep and demanding with just a hint of whiskey to make things interesting.
'Sides, she's been playing at being a sultry seductress all day, sayin', "Now, Wash, you be Mal, and tell me if I'm sexy."
Tonight's not for laughter, anyhow. No way.
The Greater Jossverse
[Jossverse. Joss/Alexis/Kaylee. G. For malnpudl.]
How Kaylee Came To Be
In the beginning was Joss. With Joss was Alexis, leaning over his shoulder, telling him, "Good, good that's very good. Write about pirates now."
And there were bits about pirates, bits about heartbreak, and bits about dinosaurs. They were all very good.
"Now a bit about a pretty girl."
So Joss wrote a bit about a pretty girl who loved sunshine and strawberries and engines, and she was good.
"Now write about how she falls in love with a thin, prim Englishman who's slightly snotty and looks a little like me."
Then Joss hit Alexis, and wrote about Simon instead.
[FireflyxBuffy:the Vampire Slayer. Kaylee/Buffy. PG. Hesitation. For cadence_k]
How Buffy Confessed
Kaylee almost trips over herself on the way to Buffy's bunk, but Buffy hangs back. "Well?"
"I have to tell you something."
Kaylee frowns slightly; she doesn't ever want to see Buffy looking sad on her account. "Go on..."
"I'm stronger than... I'm not like most people." The thing 'bout Buffy's pout, though, is that Kaylee'd kiss her lower lip all day to make it swell like that. "I'm a vampire slayer."
"You've got one up on River. She's stronger'n most people, and she's crazy too."
Buffy looks a question at her, and Kaylee answers with her tongue. Yes *please*.
[FireflyxSlayeverse. Kaylee/Faith. R. Kaylee gets Faith to tone down a bit. For rayne_y_daze.]
Lookin' Pretty
Faith wants to go back to Serenity. She knows Kaylee'll give it up; she's good at that, got a mechanic's hands and Faith likes that. But now she's window-shopping, staring at dresses she can't buy,looking wistful and pretty.
"Will you stop with the gawking? I'm starting to feel like you like that dress more'n me."
"Course not. You both look real pretty on me," Kaylee says.
"I feel better already."
Kaylee shifts her gaze to Faith. "Will you...?"
"Buy it?" Faith's heart splits; she's been saving her coin to find a way outta here. But Kaylee... "'Course I will."
[FireflyxBuffy:the Vampire Slayer. Giles/Kaylee. R. book. For gwynnega]
How They Learned
Kaylee snuggles back into the warm cushions of Giles's couch; this'll take awhile. He starts slow, with a hand on each of her thighs; then his fingers spread her apart like fine satin. Giles knows how to do this fancy, like he knows it from a book, not from tumbling in the barn loft as Kaylee did. When Giles's fingers are in her, she can feel his concentration, the practiced movements of his hand.
"You learnt this from reading books."
His fingers still a moment. "No. That's how I learned lovemaking, perhaps -- but it's not how I'll learn you."
[FireflyxBuffy:the Vampire Slayer. Kaylee/Tara. NC-17. Fields. For sage_theory.]
The Fields Beyond the Fields
Going down on Tara's like this: it's like the first day of spring when her ma let her go outside barefoot, and she ran across the road and past the poplars right into their neighbor's fields. The first taste of Tara's like dewdrops on her feet, washing away the dust of the winter. She doesn't think she can get her tongue far enough in, doesn't think she can breathe deeply enough of the fresh spring air. Even if she had a lifetime for this, she couldn't learn all there is of Tara, couldn't taste her as richly as she ought.
[FireflyxAngel. Fred/Kaylee. PG. Fruit. For cadence_k.]
Baked Apples
Mal don't take too kindly to being paid in fruit, so Kaylee steals away with all the apples she can carry while he haggles with Huck, and presents them to Fred like they're every kind of treasure.
"It's been too long since we've had real food like this," Fred says in wonder. "I'll bake them for us. Ever have baked apples?"
"Sure," Kaylee says, and Fred takes a moment to understand. 'Tain't often their childhoods overlap like that. "Know what's sweeter than baked apples?" Kaylee asks.
"Do you ever think of anything else?"
"Nope," Kaylee grins, and Fred grins back.
The Gateverse
[FireflyxStargate:Atlantis. Kaylee/Radek Zelenka R. Propulsion. For malnpudl. This drabble has been remixed as Propulsion (the Slow & Steady Burn Remix) by 2ndary_author.]
How They Spoke
They don't speak each other's language. They're too coarse in different ways; she calls a thing a butterfly fan that he calls a vrtulový; they laugh at this and at their lovely ship and at each other. They know things with their hands, know the inside of Serenity's engine, the outside of their bodies.
Laughter changes itself into kissing faster than the ship can move; she hangs dead in space while they light each other up, fingers finding just the right spots of skin to make Kaylee burn, to make Radek harden.
They speak the same language, truly.
[FireflyxStargate:Atlantis. McKay/Kaylee. PG. Need. For sage_theory.]
How Kaylee Understood
Kaylee knows Rodney's smart; it's hard to miss, since he reminds her of it every three minutes while they try to reconfigure her gal's engines for hyperdrive. But while he may know machines, Rodney doesn't know an awful lot about girls.
He yells at her when she makes mistakes, yells at her when *he* makes mistakes, yells just because he's feeling cranky.
If things haven't changed since she was younger, this probably means he *likes* her. She tests the theory, interrupts his rant with a kiss, and is surprised when he collapses into her. Men's needs surely are a puzzle.
[FireflyxStargate:Atlantis. Kaylee/Ford. PG. giggle. For azarsuerte.]
Surprise
"I've got something to show you."
"Is it shiny?"
"Dunno if it's shiny, but I know you'll like it." They walk from her room to his, his hands over her eyes. She pries lightly at his fingers, but his grip is firm.
"No peeking."
"You're not any fun at all."
"That's not what you thought this morning..."
She giggles but won't be distracted. "What's my surprise?"
"If I told you..."
"It wouldn't be a surprise." She pouts and tries to speed up, but he won't let her walk so fast she'll hurt herself.
"I promise, Kaylee, it's worth the wait."
Browderverse
[FireflyxStargate:SG-1. Cameron/Kaylee. PG. Tea. For sage_theory.]
Learned Habits
"I never get sex, either," he tells her. She pours him another cup of tea, a habit she picked up from Inara 'fore she left. "I'm beginning to think they're just playing with me. Then, *bam*, that's the least of my troubles, and I'm here in some distant galaxy and Earth isn't."
"Can't fix that," she says. "But you're pretty enough, and I've got a shiny new set of playthings I'm just aching to try out."
"Are you...?"
She smiles. "Ain't a pretty girl ever asked you to her bed before?"
"Not as such."
"Well then," she says. "Enough *tea*."
[FireflyxFarscape. Kaylee/Crichton. PG. Engines and barbecue. For redstarrobot.
Suitor
She caught him in the engine, trying to cook meat over the gas flame of the ignition.
She made short work of *that*, but he kept coming back, (without the meat; once Mal found out he was poaching from the cargo hold, he about near got tossed off the ship, even when he explained he didn't know it wasn't theirs), lounging around her engine room, asking questions and generally making a fool of himself.
"You want a girl, you want her," she tells him. "Are you coming down here to talk engines or to have sex?"
"A little of both."
Scapeverse
[Firefly x Farscape. Kaylee/Pilot. G. For redstarrobot.]
They Dream of Stars
Kaylee strokes Pilot's long nose and he lets out a sigh that's not a sigh. "Can Moya feel that?" she asks.
"Everything," he tells her, and she wonders at that. *Everything.*
"Wish I had someone to share with like that."
Pilot leans closer to her, and she thinks she can feel every cell of his skin. He oozes juices that smell foreign and wet and weedy. She wishes she could be Moya, wishes she could know all his thoughts and memories.
"I dreamed of stars," he says, like he senses her longing.
"Me too." She smiles. "And I found them."
Houseverse
[FireflyxHouse MD. Kaylee/Chase. PG. The prompt was "Inara." For wildtiger7]
Cleansing
Kaylee loves to watch Inara's clients leave; they always look *fresher*. She can imagine Inara pouring soapy water over them, rubbing her fingers over their joints and making them feel so cleanly perfect. But she likes it best when they're a little sad, like Dr. Chase. She can make a story about him, about why seein' a Companion would make him seem so lost. She's thinking so hard on it, she forgets to hide, and he near trips over her.
"What are you doing here?"
"Watching."
"Bit pervy, are you?"
"But Inara's not perverted. She's pure."
And Chase's guilt relaxes.
[HousexFirefly. Cameron/Kaylee. PG-13. Tea. For sage_theory. (I wasn't sure which Cameron she meant... so Kaylee did both.)]
Long Island Iced Tea
Cameron adjusts the strap of her dress. She's not used to being this exposed. She asks the bartender for a Long Island Iced Tea, the only drink she can think of, and tries to scope out the women unobtrusively. It's hard: being in a gay bar isn't exactly like the Princeton-Plainsboro Annual Christmas Party, where they mostly talk shop. Here it's all sex -- the woman on the stool next to her is staring at her breasts with open admiration.
"Hi," she says, hoping the woman will stop.
"I'm Kaylee."
"Allison."
"Wanna...?"
Cameron is surprised to find herself saying yes.
Misc. Fandoms
[FireflyxWest Wing. Josh/Donna/Kaylee. PG. Dialogue-only. For redstarrobot. (Sorry... I didn't actually use your prompt...)]
The Folly of Men
"What I'm trying to..."
"He's trying to say he doesn't want to sleep with us."
"Donna, shut up."
"Why not? Ain't we pretty?"
"I think we're pretty."
"I could take off my shirt. Think that'd help? Breasts are pretty."
"That's true... Kaylee? I want to tell you something. Men are very stupid."
"No need to tell me *that*."
"I figured."
"So he doesn't think we're pretty? Even without our clothes on?"
"Listening to you two talk, one could miss the fact that I'm standing right here."
"Donna, think if I kissed you, he'd take an interest?"
"It's worth a try."
[FireflyxdueSouth. Fraser/Kaylee. PG. Duty. For malnpudl. (I have S1 characterization only, so bear with me.)]
Why They Shouldn't
"I don't think that this is right."
"Why?" Kaylee demands, putting her hands on her hips and trying to look fierce, which is hard, since Fraser in his uniform and hat is more than slightly intimidating.
"You're younger than I am," he says, and while she's still trying to figure how he knows that when she's not sure herself what age she is, he adds, "And I'm on duty, and you're a criminal."
"Only just a little," she says. "That's mostly Cap'n Reynolds. 'Sides, it'd feel good."
"Well, when you put it that way..."
"You'll do me?"
"No. Absolutely not."
[FireflyxVeronica Mars. Kaylee/Wallace. G. Smiles. For invisionary.]
Amends
"Hey girl." Wallace swings an arm over Kaylee's shoulder that she shrugs off.
"Is that how you greet girls now?"
"No, I'm sorry." He removes his arm and stands in front of her, jogging backwards as she keeps walking. "I'll make it up to you."
"How?" She looks like she could really be mad this time, but he knows it ain't so.
"I could bake you something."
"That mean you'd make Veronica bake cookies again?"
"Probably."
"Try again," she sighs.
"Backrub?"
"You're getting closer."
"Backrub, strawberries, and an evening alone with your favorite boyfriend?"
And suddenly she's all smiles again.