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more Firefly drabble sets
The DVD/drabble fest continues. I'm posting as I write not meaning to be spammy but in case the other ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
remixthedrabble participants are looking for more raw material. In related news, it turns out that Serenity is playing at a local theater tonight, so I'll go out and see that as well. Whoo!
Title: What Would Your Husband Say?
Pairings: Zoe/Wash, Zoe/Inara
Rating: PG-13 (with mild D/s)
Words: 500
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danachan's prompt, "Inara, Zoe, soft". Takes place during and after "The Train Job".
Inara's had a firm policy all along was that she'd never service any of the crew, even should any of them come into that kind of money and then be willing to part with it. (They hadn't ever expected to take on someone like Simon.) Zoe always thought that wise.
Not to say she's ever felt her marriage under any kind of threat from having a registered Companion (or a friendly and generous mechanic, or a few other handsome men) on board. She knows what Wash likes. She knows what she likes. Or at least she always thought she did.
Zoe's not easily moved, never lost her calm through the raid on the train or the interrogation at the end of the line. But ta ma de if it doesn't do something to her, watching Inara slap Mal, hearing the hard edge in her voice when she scolds them both.
What would her husband say if he knew? She makes her own voice soft when she answers: "I was weak." And it's just an act, just a temporary pose, but the fact is she's enjoying acting repentant. The truth is she can't wait to find out what Wash will say.
"With Inara?" He's somewhat less enthusiastic than she'd hoped.
"Well, no, I doubt she'd agree to that..."
"But you'd want to?"
"Maybe next time we have some leave. Wouldn't need to be a Companion, just someone with reasonable rates who's willing to... play around a little. It could be fun."
"But it's fun the way we do it." His voice goes quiet, more intimate. "With you in charge. I get enough of submissive Zoe every time my captain gives an order. That's not what I'm looking for in bed."
Zoe sighs. As if he didn't love the feeling of competition.
Inara spends most of her time in her shuttle, so it's not hard getting a moment alone with her. It's hard making herself go there and ask, but Zoe's never been one to stammer and blush. "I know you've got a policy," she says, "and I think that's wise. But."
Inara listens: no sex – Zoe wouldn't think of asking for that, even if she had the money. But if brushing Kaylee's hair is all right, she doesn't see any harm in talking. There's a particular kind of talk Zoe'd like to hear, and beyond that she'd like it kept quiet.
Inara's good at what she does, and that's no surprise. What Zoe's not prepared for is her own reaction, the way she drops to her knees on the smooth carpet without a thought, the way she bends her head and murmurs soft apologies when she knows she's done nothing wrong.
And you'd think once it went funny like that Inara would call it off, take Zoe's hand and gently guide her to stand up. But the tirade only becomes more intense, more personal, more pointed. When Inara finally orders her out of her sight, Zoe runs straight to her bunk.
Title: Familiar
Characters: Simon and Inara
Rating: PG
Words: 200
Fromhoneyandvinegar's prompt, "curiosity/classical music/skin". Written after watching "Bushwhacked" but not really dependent on that.
There's a particular bearing to her that reminds Simon of many of the women he grew up with. River doesn't have it because she still carries herself like a child. And as for the rest of the people on this ship, well, the less said about their manners the better.
His father paid for him to spend the night with a Companion once, as a gift, just after he finished his first surgical rotation. She'd burned candles and made him tea and stroked the pain and tension out of his hands with a level of skill that left him awed.
Late in the evening he wondered if she was getting impatient or bored. He explained that he liked her company but preferred not to have intercourse with a stranger. Was he worried about disease, she asked. No, simply a preference. They had a long and wonderful conversation about classical music.
He thinks of her often, and more since he met Inara. Every time he hears her musical voice, sees a flash of her smooth skin, he wonders what that might have been like. Not the sex, but all of it. Doing what was expected. Being the son his father wanted.
remixthedrabble participants are looking for more raw material. In related news, it turns out that Serenity is playing at a local theater tonight, so I'll go out and see that as well. Whoo!Title: What Would Your Husband Say?
Pairings: Zoe/Wash, Zoe/Inara
Rating: PG-13 (with mild D/s)
Words: 500
From
danachan's prompt, "Inara, Zoe, soft". Takes place during and after "The Train Job".Inara's had a firm policy all along was that she'd never service any of the crew, even should any of them come into that kind of money and then be willing to part with it. (They hadn't ever expected to take on someone like Simon.) Zoe always thought that wise.
Not to say she's ever felt her marriage under any kind of threat from having a registered Companion (or a friendly and generous mechanic, or a few other handsome men) on board. She knows what Wash likes. She knows what she likes. Or at least she always thought she did.
Zoe's not easily moved, never lost her calm through the raid on the train or the interrogation at the end of the line. But ta ma de if it doesn't do something to her, watching Inara slap Mal, hearing the hard edge in her voice when she scolds them both.
What would her husband say if he knew? She makes her own voice soft when she answers: "I was weak." And it's just an act, just a temporary pose, but the fact is she's enjoying acting repentant. The truth is she can't wait to find out what Wash will say.
"With Inara?" He's somewhat less enthusiastic than she'd hoped.
"Well, no, I doubt she'd agree to that..."
"But you'd want to?"
"Maybe next time we have some leave. Wouldn't need to be a Companion, just someone with reasonable rates who's willing to... play around a little. It could be fun."
"But it's fun the way we do it." His voice goes quiet, more intimate. "With you in charge. I get enough of submissive Zoe every time my captain gives an order. That's not what I'm looking for in bed."
Zoe sighs. As if he didn't love the feeling of competition.
Inara spends most of her time in her shuttle, so it's not hard getting a moment alone with her. It's hard making herself go there and ask, but Zoe's never been one to stammer and blush. "I know you've got a policy," she says, "and I think that's wise. But."
Inara listens: no sex – Zoe wouldn't think of asking for that, even if she had the money. But if brushing Kaylee's hair is all right, she doesn't see any harm in talking. There's a particular kind of talk Zoe'd like to hear, and beyond that she'd like it kept quiet.
Inara's good at what she does, and that's no surprise. What Zoe's not prepared for is her own reaction, the way she drops to her knees on the smooth carpet without a thought, the way she bends her head and murmurs soft apologies when she knows she's done nothing wrong.
And you'd think once it went funny like that Inara would call it off, take Zoe's hand and gently guide her to stand up. But the tirade only becomes more intense, more personal, more pointed. When Inara finally orders her out of her sight, Zoe runs straight to her bunk.
Title: Familiar
Characters: Simon and Inara
Rating: PG
Words: 200
From
honeyandvinegar's prompt, "curiosity/classical music/skin". Written after watching "Bushwhacked" but not really dependent on that.There's a particular bearing to her that reminds Simon of many of the women he grew up with. River doesn't have it because she still carries herself like a child. And as for the rest of the people on this ship, well, the less said about their manners the better.
His father paid for him to spend the night with a Companion once, as a gift, just after he finished his first surgical rotation. She'd burned candles and made him tea and stroked the pain and tension out of his hands with a level of skill that left him awed.
Late in the evening he wondered if she was getting impatient or bored. He explained that he liked her company but preferred not to have intercourse with a stranger. Was he worried about disease, she asked. No, simply a preference. They had a long and wonderful conversation about classical music.
He thinks of her often, and more since he met Inara. Every time he hears her musical voice, sees a flash of her smooth skin, he wonders what that might have been like. Not the sex, but all of it. Doing what was expected. Being the son his father wanted.