Fic: Hiding and Peeking (a sequel)
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firefly_fanficTitle: Hiding and Peeking (a sequel)
Author: me! (maantre)
Summary: Freckles started the mess, but they're hardly to blame for the rest of the game... (a sequel to 'Death By Freckles', because the (compromising) situation demands!)
Rating: PG-13 (still fairly innocent...)
Pairing: some Jaylee here, a little bit of Rayne thrown in the mix...
Spoilers/Timeline: sequel to 'Death By Freckles', but other than that no particular timing!
Disclaimer: I don't own the 'verse, but I'm having a lot of fun with it!
~*~
Since 'Death By Freckles' was met with such enthusiasm, I couldn't help but continue the story.
It's all the freckles' fault...right?
Right?!
[evil grin]
Kaylee had stood, contemplating, at her bunk hatch door for about 20 seconds before she whirled on her heels and dashed back towards the bathing dorm. He’d gotten a good long look at her under things; it was only fair that she returned the favor! Muscley, I bet he’s just muscley all over the place, she thought evilly, and practically skipped down the steps. She giggled to herself, and paused to press her ear against the door, listening for his movements.
Blinking, she very nearly shrieked as the dark hair framed face smoothly mirrored her stance, usually solemn eyes twinkling in delight as they joined the mechanic’s game.
“Wait,” River whispered softly, and both held perfectly still until the sound of Serenity’s inner pipes and the louder rush of water sounded inside the chamber.
“Your brother wouldn’t approve,” Kaylee said and bit her lips to suppress the grin tugging.
“Of either of us.” Both snorted laughter at the truth of the statement amid the speedy disregard of said brother’s concern.
“Just keep quiet.” Kaylee murmured as she turned the handle carefully in her hand. There wasn’t a fixture on their boat that the engineer herself hadn’t serviced in one way or another, and if anyone could open a door more silently they’d yet to grace Serenity’s walls. River was impressed with the bubbly engineer’s stealth, and smiled inwardly at the scene awaiting them. The rough mercenary was indeed covered in muscles, and she was looking forward to an up front and personal peek.
Inching the door back, they slipped silently through (River first, Kaylee easing the door to rest on its hinges) and shared a triumphant glance. For an expert tracker, the man’s perception was awful if he didn’t sense them (or hear their giggles) inside the room. Speaking of that expert tracker…
He stood tall, muscles and skin looking as hard as the spray shooting out of the shower nozzle. Back facing them (Kaylee had the sense to be grateful for that fact – if he’d been front up, she never could have stifled the shriek of seeing his most private parts), he scrubbed and swore with equal vigor, muttering under his breath. If she’d been trying to decipher his words, she would have flushed all over – as it was, she was busy with her eyes trying to pop inside her skull.
River just smiled, slow and wide, as her senses appreciated the large form in front of her…tensed, tanned, dusted in places with crisp hair, he was just big and warm and unabashedly male. She opened her mind briefly (just a second, just a peek) and grinned harder as she shared his mental image of a dripping, scantily clad Kaylee. The warmth flooded through her and she stretched languidly, happy to bask in its glow.
“Wow.” Even though Kaylee only barely breathed it, River could tell by the slight tensing of his legs that Jayne had heard it, heard them, and had probably known they were there the entire time. Sparing them no other sign of recognition, he opted to continue scrubbing behind his neck and ears. River contemplated informing Kaylee, but played along. She was really enjoying the view.
Kaylee snapped herself out of her reverie (muscles, oh god the back and shoulders, and arms, and legs, and that rounded, taut-!) with not a little reluctance, and signaled River a glance that said they’d better retreat before they were caught. She didn’t get the wry twist to River’s lips, but the girl eased back out the door without protest. Kaylee herself made it halfway through the narrow gap before Jayne’s voice finally echoed in the small room.
“Had enough lookin’, then?” He rumbled, with more than a little amusement, as he bumped the water temp control a bit further to the ‘warm’ setting. She blushed from her toes to the roots of her hair, and squeaked in reply. He let loose a full chuckle(dangerous, darkly erotic sound) at that, still not turning around to see her (or to give her a further glimpse of his front side…) and she quickly writhed through the rest of the metal frame.
She closed the door firmly against the steam beginning to billow around its edges, and blamed the hot water for the heat pooling low in the pit of her stomach. River was twirling lazy circles around the lounge area, looking more like a well satisfied woman than playful girl. Kaylee debated furiously for something to say, for a way to laugh herself out of the embarrassment, but failed miserably.
River smiled as the pretty (and beet red) mechanic hurried up the back stairs to her engine room, no doubt to fill her hands with familiar tools and mindless distraction from the memory of Jayne’s naked, glistening form.
“Not nearly enough,” she murmured in answer to his question (not nearly enough, for both of them, she thought with glee). Bathing had just become all 'a manner of fun.
Author: me! (maantre)
Summary: Freckles started the mess, but they're hardly to blame for the rest of the game... (a sequel to 'Death By Freckles', because the (compromising) situation demands!)
Rating: PG-13 (still fairly innocent...)
Pairing: some Jaylee here, a little bit of Rayne thrown in the mix...
Spoilers/Timeline: sequel to 'Death By Freckles', but other than that no particular timing!
Disclaimer: I don't own the 'verse, but I'm having a lot of fun with it!
~*~
Since 'Death By Freckles' was met with such enthusiasm, I couldn't help but continue the story.
It's all the freckles' fault...right?
Right?!
[evil grin]
Kaylee had stood, contemplating, at her bunk hatch door for about 20 seconds before she whirled on her heels and dashed back towards the bathing dorm. He’d gotten a good long look at her under things; it was only fair that she returned the favor! Muscley, I bet he’s just muscley all over the place, she thought evilly, and practically skipped down the steps. She giggled to herself, and paused to press her ear against the door, listening for his movements.
Blinking, she very nearly shrieked as the dark hair framed face smoothly mirrored her stance, usually solemn eyes twinkling in delight as they joined the mechanic’s game.
“Wait,” River whispered softly, and both held perfectly still until the sound of Serenity’s inner pipes and the louder rush of water sounded inside the chamber.
“Your brother wouldn’t approve,” Kaylee said and bit her lips to suppress the grin tugging.
“Of either of us.” Both snorted laughter at the truth of the statement amid the speedy disregard of said brother’s concern.
“Just keep quiet.” Kaylee murmured as she turned the handle carefully in her hand. There wasn’t a fixture on their boat that the engineer herself hadn’t serviced in one way or another, and if anyone could open a door more silently they’d yet to grace Serenity’s walls. River was impressed with the bubbly engineer’s stealth, and smiled inwardly at the scene awaiting them. The rough mercenary was indeed covered in muscles, and she was looking forward to an up front and personal peek.
Inching the door back, they slipped silently through (River first, Kaylee easing the door to rest on its hinges) and shared a triumphant glance. For an expert tracker, the man’s perception was awful if he didn’t sense them (or hear their giggles) inside the room. Speaking of that expert tracker…
He stood tall, muscles and skin looking as hard as the spray shooting out of the shower nozzle. Back facing them (Kaylee had the sense to be grateful for that fact – if he’d been front up, she never could have stifled the shriek of seeing his most private parts), he scrubbed and swore with equal vigor, muttering under his breath. If she’d been trying to decipher his words, she would have flushed all over – as it was, she was busy with her eyes trying to pop inside her skull.
River just smiled, slow and wide, as her senses appreciated the large form in front of her…tensed, tanned, dusted in places with crisp hair, he was just big and warm and unabashedly male. She opened her mind briefly (just a second, just a peek) and grinned harder as she shared his mental image of a dripping, scantily clad Kaylee. The warmth flooded through her and she stretched languidly, happy to bask in its glow.
“Wow.” Even though Kaylee only barely breathed it, River could tell by the slight tensing of his legs that Jayne had heard it, heard them, and had probably known they were there the entire time. Sparing them no other sign of recognition, he opted to continue scrubbing behind his neck and ears. River contemplated informing Kaylee, but played along. She was really enjoying the view.
Kaylee snapped herself out of her reverie (muscles, oh god the back and shoulders, and arms, and legs, and that rounded, taut-!) with not a little reluctance, and signaled River a glance that said they’d better retreat before they were caught. She didn’t get the wry twist to River’s lips, but the girl eased back out the door without protest. Kaylee herself made it halfway through the narrow gap before Jayne’s voice finally echoed in the small room.
“Had enough lookin’, then?” He rumbled, with more than a little amusement, as he bumped the water temp control a bit further to the ‘warm’ setting. She blushed from her toes to the roots of her hair, and squeaked in reply. He let loose a full chuckle(dangerous, darkly erotic sound) at that, still not turning around to see her (or to give her a further glimpse of his front side…) and she quickly writhed through the rest of the metal frame.
She closed the door firmly against the steam beginning to billow around its edges, and blamed the hot water for the heat pooling low in the pit of her stomach. River was twirling lazy circles around the lounge area, looking more like a well satisfied woman than playful girl. Kaylee debated furiously for something to say, for a way to laugh herself out of the embarrassment, but failed miserably.
River smiled as the pretty (and beet red) mechanic hurried up the back stairs to her engine room, no doubt to fill her hands with familiar tools and mindless distraction from the memory of Jayne’s naked, glistening form.
“Not nearly enough,” she murmured in answer to his question (not nearly enough, for both of them, she thought with glee). Bathing had just become all 'a manner of fun.