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Title: Even Cowgirls Get the Blues
Chapter 1 - The Best Little Whorehouse on the Rim
Author: Spikedru
Summary:
Her touch was usually a commodity and her palm had tingled with illicit pleasure at being freely given.
There are all sorts of ways to feel blue, and the women of Serenity feel them all.
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Inara, Kaylee Zoe
Pairing: Mal/Inara, Kaylee/Simon, Zoe/Wash
Spoilers/Timeline: post-Objects in Space, and eventually for the Big Damn Movie
Disclaimer: They ain't mine. Not one of 'em.
Author's Note: This fic was basically inspired by Even Cowgirls Get the Blues by Tom Robbins - or more precisely by the title. Each chapter's title is also a title of a Western film (or a variation thereof). Chapter 1, The Best Little Whorehouse on the Rim, focuses on Inara. Later chapters focus on others. This is a WIP and the remaining chapters are either in beta or half-written. Nudge me if the next isn't up in a fortnight.
Even Cowgirls Get the Blues
1: The Best Little Whorehouse on the Rim
It was the finest outhouse on the stinking moon. The wood was smooth and sand clean, and the red tiled floor gleamed. Nandi's girls clearly took care of it. A couple of flimsy moving images hung on either wall: a restful sunset over a beach and a sweet meadow wavering in a spring breeze. Unlit incense rested on a little ledge to one side, ready to banish any unwelcome smells. The back of the wooden door was hung with silken embroidery scenes and the crystals hanging in the small star-shaped window twinkled with the brash sunlight from outside.
Inara sat and cried.
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Chapter 1 - The Best Little Whorehouse on the Rim
Author: Spikedru
Summary:
Her touch was usually a commodity and her palm had tingled with illicit pleasure at being freely given.
There are all sorts of ways to feel blue, and the women of Serenity feel them all.
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Inara, Kaylee Zoe
Pairing: Mal/Inara, Kaylee/Simon, Zoe/Wash
Spoilers/Timeline: post-Objects in Space, and eventually for the Big Damn Movie
Disclaimer: They ain't mine. Not one of 'em.
Author's Note: This fic was basically inspired by Even Cowgirls Get the Blues by Tom Robbins - or more precisely by the title. Each chapter's title is also a title of a Western film (or a variation thereof). Chapter 1, The Best Little Whorehouse on the Rim, focuses on Inara. Later chapters focus on others. This is a WIP and the remaining chapters are either in beta or half-written. Nudge me if the next isn't up in a fortnight.
Even Cowgirls Get the Blues
1: The Best Little Whorehouse on the Rim
It was the finest outhouse on the stinking moon. The wood was smooth and sand clean, and the red tiled floor gleamed. Nandi's girls clearly took care of it. A couple of flimsy moving images hung on either wall: a restful sunset over a beach and a sweet meadow wavering in a spring breeze. Unlit incense rested on a little ledge to one side, ready to banish any unwelcome smells. The back of the wooden door was hung with silken embroidery scenes and the crystals hanging in the small star-shaped window twinkled with the brash sunlight from outside.
Inara sat and cried.
[click here for the rest of the fic]