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firefly_fanficTitle: Morpheus
Rating: R to NC-17 (it's a bit naughty, just to warn you)
Pairing: Mal/River
Summary: Mal encounters an unexpected guest in a too-familiar dream. Slight AU--post-movie, but Wash is mentioned as still very much alive. I'm in denial. (Joss Whedon, you bastard.)
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters.
Feedback: Is much appreciated! This is my very first fanfic and first posting to Livejournal ever.
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erinya for all her help.
"They're not coming sir."
He dreamed of red. Red rivers that seemed to flow unendingly. He dreamed of brown. Brown to stop the flow of red. Only it didn't. Didn't stop the red. For one crystalline moment, it almost seemed as if the brown would hold back the red.
"They're not coming sir."
The red broke free. Ran in even greater torrents than it already had. Colored black by the suffering and despair. Grey with the moans of the dying.
"They're not coming sir."
He faltered. Faltered for the first time in this whole gorram war. He hadn't in the 100 days since this battle started. Hadn't stopped when his regiment was decimated. Hadn't paused when independent after independent had dropped like flies, soon to be covered in flies as they rotted. Hadn't faltered through the red that ran in torrents as the black rose off the grey of the dying.
"They're not coming sir."
"They're not coming sir."
"They're not coming sir."
Mal woke from the nightmare with a start, gasping for air as he sat upright. Almost as if, for one second, he'd forgotten how to breathe in the face of his memories. At least he hadn't fallen out of his bunk this time. He was running out of excuses each time the thump woke the crew. And he wasn't about to explain that he was waking from being back at Serenity. Not that he had ever left.
He looked around his room in Serenity, different Serenity, not the one of his nightmares. He had no idea what time it was. Probably the middle of the night, though, in space, night and day are relative terms. It must be though, as there were no other sounds besides the white noise of Serenity herself. "White noise," he mused. "Well that's one color I don't dream of." He would never get used to the pain. Never get used to the suffering. It never becomes white noise.
Definitely night, he thought. Can't hear Kaylee's infectious laugh or the good doctor's answering rumble. No sound of Wash teasing Zoe until she kissed him or glared him into silence. No sound of Inara and Book exchanging philosophy. And most telling, Jayne isn't yelling at River. Yep, must be night. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Took note of the circles under his eyes and his hair sticking up wildly in several directions. Barefoot, he had slept only in loose fitting pants.
"They're not coming sir."
The line still echoing in his head, he decided not to go back to sleep. Coffee. Yeah, coffee would be good. He'd stay awake then. Would stay on board his Serenity. Wouldn't go back to sleep and find himself back in the red and black and grey of the other Serenity....the Serenity he ran from every night.
Deciding to dress later, he threw on a shirt, leaving it unbuttoned. Not like anyone was awake to be offended by his appearance. Padding softly through the ship's halls, he found the mess hall and made himself a single steaming cup of rich black coffee.
Black....
No, mustn’t think of the black. Just go to the cockpit and watch the stars for a while as Serenity floats through the black....different black, better to focus on.
He sat in the pilot's chair, normally Wash's chair, sipping his coffee. He stared at the stars and started playing connect the dots. Making constellations and patterns like those who'd lived on Earth That Was. Making up stories to while away the hours until...
The red ran in rivers again, becoming swollen, a flash flood. Rising higher and higher until he was drowning in a river of red.
Mal woke with less of a start this time. No gasping for air, just his eyes snapping open to see a different River. Not one of red, but one of quicksilver and air. She was as light as a butterfly's wing and moved as if she weighed even less. Noting his coffee was cold, Mal spoke...
"Hey there little one. Shouldn't you be asleep at this time of night?"
"Can't sleep," she said. "I keep dreaming I'm red. Covered in it. Rivers aren't supposed to be red."
With a stab of guilt, Mal realized that River must have been picking up on his dreams. "I'm sorry little one," he said aloud and left it at that. He didn't wish to voice his nightmares out loud, much less to a slip of a girl who should never have to witness that kind of despair.
"Red rivers hurt," she said. "Turn from red to black, running through you. Red to Black to Grey. Grey clings to Serenity. She flies in the black but she remembers the grey." She approached Mal in his chair. "Red rivers hurt,” she said again. "This River doesn't," as she climbed into his lap.
"Whoa there little Albatross, what are you doing?" Mal was uncomfortably aware of the small female now curled up against his chest.
"Mal, Latin for bad. Red Rivers are bad; they bring the grey and black. River wants to trade one bad for another. She wishes to keep company with this bad so the red river stops trying to make friends. River wishes to sleep, here, to keep the red river away."
"Well...um....sleep...um...allright." Mal wasn't sure what to say. He wasn't particularly comfortable with her small hand on his bare chest, but he couldn't exactly send her away. She was suffering because of him and his nightmarish memories. Just one more stripe of guilt on his already scarred soul. River tucked her head on Mal's shoulder and curled her dainty feet onto his lap. She fell asleep instantly......Mal did not.
He sat there with the small albatross, thinking that tomorrow would bring its own set of troubles if he was found only kinda clothed with the little one cradled in his lap. The shepherd might start on with his "special hell" speech again. On the other hand, HE was the captain, it was HIS ship. If they didn't like it...then...well...tough! Besides, the point was moot anyways. He intended to put her back in her own bed shortly, before anyone noticed she was missing. That was the plan, dong ma? Yep, he was the captain, and he had a plan....
Just before he drifted off to sleep, he remembered something important.....as plans go, his rarely turned out the way he intended. "Huh" .....and the river of red came rushing back.......
A grey mist hung over the valley as if the moans of the dying had become more than sound. As if they had taken corporeal form to rise and hang between the black of the sky and the black of the suffering. Grey and Black mixed, intertwined, and through it all...red. Spatters of red on the brown uniforms, turning the brown coats into death shrouds.
Trickles of red, rivers of it....would it never end?
"They're not coming sir."
"They're not coming sir."
"They're not..."
"STOP!"
Mal did an about face as he heard a voice that never belonged in this valley, had never been here. Standing behind him was a different River from a different Serenity. He noticed she was barefoot, as usual, while her delicate slip dress mimicked the color of morning glories. She, of all things in this place, bore not a speck of blood, sweat, or dirt. Not even on her bare feet.
"You must leave this place," she said.
His despair rose up as he heard another, more familiar, refrain.
"They're not coming sir."
He turned his head so he could see the source of those damning words. River grabbed his face with her delicate fingers in a surprisingly strong grip. She wrapped her fingers around his jaw and turned his head back to her with a jerk.
"You must leave this place."
"I can't," he groaned. "Can't leave. Have to stay, stay and hold the valley. Stay and lead the independents. There's no one left to lead them, or what remains of them. Have to stay, have to stay, have to...."
"They're not coming sir."
"You must leave this place."
River tightened her grip on his jaw and pulled him down until he was face level with her..."You must leave this place.....or you will die here."
"Can't," his despair became a mix of the red, the black, and the grey.
"You must," she repeated.
"Can't."
"Then we will leave together, you will come with me..." She stood on tiptoe and kissed him softly on the mouth. He resisted at first, some part of him realizing that this was wrong. She's just a girl, I can't add her to my list of sins.....
"It's not wrong," said River as Mal opened his eyes back on the Serenity that flew through the star speckled black. River was no longer asleep on his lap but was now straddling him, her hands splayed on his bare chest.
In this Serenity, she was also kissing him, but with less softness and more urgency. One his hands had pushed up her dress and was cupping her bare ass. The other was tangled in her hair and holding her lips to his own. Her kiss was hot and wet and stole any semblance of coherent thought from him. He only dimly realized that he was still in the cockpit as he licked and sucked and nibbled at her mouth, their tongues tasting each other. He was only dimly aware that they could easily be discovered as she matched his hunger, kiss for kiss.
"No!" he said. "Can't!" He pulled her face from his using the hand that was still tangled in her hair.
She blinked at him, her eyes dilated with pleasure; her mouth swollen from his kiss. "I'm sorry," he said as he stood up, still holding her. He set her down gently in the pilot's chair and left to return to his own room.
After pulling the sink out from the wall, he splashed water on his face and stared at his reflection in the mirror. His guilty conscience stared out of his eyes. I'm so sorry little one....you're too innocent for me....so sorry....
"I'm not," her small hands wrapped around his waist from behind. He could feel her cheek press against his back as one hand splayed over his abs and the other crept into the top of his waistband. He grabbed her hands to stop her and turned around to face her, pulling her up against him by her wrists. "You have to stop little one, you don't know what you're doing."
"Do to. Rivers know. They understand hunger. Wipe everything clear as they go tumbling, rolling. Spill over the rocks and stones. Red rivers have made you stone, this River would tumble over you...make you hard...like stone, replacing the stone of the red river."
"Little albatross, you're too innocent. I don't want to be the one who corrupts that."
She pulled one hand free and pointed to her temple. "Not innocent, I know what you want, what you burn for. This girl is on fire and shouldn't be. Rivers don't burn. Turn to steam if they get too hot. Evaporate and mist away into nothing. They need the coolness of stone to lessen the burn. The stone will cool me and I will soften the stone." She placed a single fingertip on the center of his forehead....
"You must leave this place."
He was lost....couldn't find his way back....not without her...
He picked her up and pushed her against the wall. Her legs wrapped around his hips, hands on his shoulders. He pinned her to the wall with his weight, his hands braced on either side of her head. Ground his already hardening cock against her heat, devouring her mouth with his own. His thought processes were misfiring. All he could concentrate on was the feel of her legs wrapped around his hips, the smell of her hair, the taste of her lips.
Before his senses drowned in her, he thought one final time, "this is wrong...I can't do this" and pulled his head away. River made a whimper of frustration and grabbed his head with her hand and drew him back to her mouth. "I told you," she said..."You will come with me."
She unhooked one leg to push it against the wall and topple them onto his bed. Forgetting how strong she was, despite her fragile appearance, he tried to cushion her as they landed....and was rewarded by cracking his head on the headboard. Despite seeing his own set of stars for a moment, he grinned at her. He had a slight graze near his temple...just a scratch really...but enough to draw blood. She touched a finger to the spot and looked puzzled. "Red," she said. "Red Mal instead of red river."
"Not to worry darlin', it's just a scratch." And she followed his gaze to the hard evidence of his cock pushing against his pants...."besides," he indicated, "I never did learn when to stay down."
She grinned back at him and drew her slip of a dress over her head until she was completely naked. Somewhere in all this, he had lost his shirt, so he relished the feel of her against his chest while she straddled him. Ran his hands down her naked back to cup her hips and her ass in his big hands. She leaned down to put her hands on either side of his head, reversing their position from earlier.....and rubbed her breasts against his chest as she kissed him deeply...once, twice...again and again....
Mal was surprised at how talented River's hot little tongue was...though, he mused, he probably shouldn't be. She probably knew exactly what he would like, being a reader and all.
"Well hells bells," he thought. "She knows how to please me but I haven't the foggiest idea what she likes." ........"hmmmm, a challenge."
"Don't worry," she said. "I'll let you know if I don't like what you're doing."
"You know, It's a mite disconcerting when you do that." He glanced at her archly.
"I do know," she grinned.
And then she shut him up the best way she knew how....she kissed him thoroughly and he lost track of what he had been thinking. Running his hands up and down her soft silky back, he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her up so that she was straddling his face, her hands splayed against the wall for support.
"I suppose you know what I plan on doin' to you, don't ya darlin'?" He grinned up at her startled look.
"Cunnilingus, a noun. From the Latin cunnus or vulva and lingere (to lick). The oral stimulation of the vulva or clitor......" She trailed off as he rolled his eyes and started tasting her with his tongue. Long deep strokes that made her glad she had a wall to brace herself against, or she would have collapsed. He swirled his tongue over the little nub of her clitoris each time he encountered it. She tasted hot and salty and mighty tastey.
Mal could feel that his cock was rock hard but he planned on denying it whatever plans it had for itself. Maybe, just maybe, he could control himself enough to please River without stealing too much of her innocence. All he had to do was lick her into oblivion and then she'd fall asleep before he got around to taking her virginity. Then maybe, just maybe, he'd stay out of that special hell the preacher was always warning him about.
As he struggled to stick with the plan, she started murmuring words that he had to strain to hear....
"stars in the black...they twinkle...fathomless...so many....so many....so......"
She bit her lip with a soft gasp as she felt her muscles tighten and release in an explosion of sensation.
"Let's go again?" she looked at him oh so hopefully.
He looked into her mischievous brown eyes and saw serenity valley again...only this time all that red and black had faded away...swirling into the color of morning glories in the mist....
He made a decision......he jumped feet first, eyes open, into that very special hell.....
Rating: R to NC-17 (it's a bit naughty, just to warn you)
Pairing: Mal/River
Summary: Mal encounters an unexpected guest in a too-familiar dream. Slight AU--post-movie, but Wash is mentioned as still very much alive. I'm in denial. (Joss Whedon, you bastard.)
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters.
Feedback: Is much appreciated! This is my very first fanfic and first posting to Livejournal ever.
Special thanks to
erinya for all her help."They're not coming sir."
He dreamed of red. Red rivers that seemed to flow unendingly. He dreamed of brown. Brown to stop the flow of red. Only it didn't. Didn't stop the red. For one crystalline moment, it almost seemed as if the brown would hold back the red.
"They're not coming sir."
The red broke free. Ran in even greater torrents than it already had. Colored black by the suffering and despair. Grey with the moans of the dying.
"They're not coming sir."
He faltered. Faltered for the first time in this whole gorram war. He hadn't in the 100 days since this battle started. Hadn't stopped when his regiment was decimated. Hadn't paused when independent after independent had dropped like flies, soon to be covered in flies as they rotted. Hadn't faltered through the red that ran in torrents as the black rose off the grey of the dying.
"They're not coming sir."
"They're not coming sir."
"They're not coming sir."
Mal woke from the nightmare with a start, gasping for air as he sat upright. Almost as if, for one second, he'd forgotten how to breathe in the face of his memories. At least he hadn't fallen out of his bunk this time. He was running out of excuses each time the thump woke the crew. And he wasn't about to explain that he was waking from being back at Serenity. Not that he had ever left.
He looked around his room in Serenity, different Serenity, not the one of his nightmares. He had no idea what time it was. Probably the middle of the night, though, in space, night and day are relative terms. It must be though, as there were no other sounds besides the white noise of Serenity herself. "White noise," he mused. "Well that's one color I don't dream of." He would never get used to the pain. Never get used to the suffering. It never becomes white noise.
Definitely night, he thought. Can't hear Kaylee's infectious laugh or the good doctor's answering rumble. No sound of Wash teasing Zoe until she kissed him or glared him into silence. No sound of Inara and Book exchanging philosophy. And most telling, Jayne isn't yelling at River. Yep, must be night. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Took note of the circles under his eyes and his hair sticking up wildly in several directions. Barefoot, he had slept only in loose fitting pants.
"They're not coming sir."
The line still echoing in his head, he decided not to go back to sleep. Coffee. Yeah, coffee would be good. He'd stay awake then. Would stay on board his Serenity. Wouldn't go back to sleep and find himself back in the red and black and grey of the other Serenity....the Serenity he ran from every night.
Deciding to dress later, he threw on a shirt, leaving it unbuttoned. Not like anyone was awake to be offended by his appearance. Padding softly through the ship's halls, he found the mess hall and made himself a single steaming cup of rich black coffee.
Black....
No, mustn’t think of the black. Just go to the cockpit and watch the stars for a while as Serenity floats through the black....different black, better to focus on.
He sat in the pilot's chair, normally Wash's chair, sipping his coffee. He stared at the stars and started playing connect the dots. Making constellations and patterns like those who'd lived on Earth That Was. Making up stories to while away the hours until...
The red ran in rivers again, becoming swollen, a flash flood. Rising higher and higher until he was drowning in a river of red.
Mal woke with less of a start this time. No gasping for air, just his eyes snapping open to see a different River. Not one of red, but one of quicksilver and air. She was as light as a butterfly's wing and moved as if she weighed even less. Noting his coffee was cold, Mal spoke...
"Hey there little one. Shouldn't you be asleep at this time of night?"
"Can't sleep," she said. "I keep dreaming I'm red. Covered in it. Rivers aren't supposed to be red."
With a stab of guilt, Mal realized that River must have been picking up on his dreams. "I'm sorry little one," he said aloud and left it at that. He didn't wish to voice his nightmares out loud, much less to a slip of a girl who should never have to witness that kind of despair.
"Red rivers hurt," she said. "Turn from red to black, running through you. Red to Black to Grey. Grey clings to Serenity. She flies in the black but she remembers the grey." She approached Mal in his chair. "Red rivers hurt,” she said again. "This River doesn't," as she climbed into his lap.
"Whoa there little Albatross, what are you doing?" Mal was uncomfortably aware of the small female now curled up against his chest.
"Mal, Latin for bad. Red Rivers are bad; they bring the grey and black. River wants to trade one bad for another. She wishes to keep company with this bad so the red river stops trying to make friends. River wishes to sleep, here, to keep the red river away."
"Well...um....sleep...um...allright." Mal wasn't sure what to say. He wasn't particularly comfortable with her small hand on his bare chest, but he couldn't exactly send her away. She was suffering because of him and his nightmarish memories. Just one more stripe of guilt on his already scarred soul. River tucked her head on Mal's shoulder and curled her dainty feet onto his lap. She fell asleep instantly......Mal did not.
He sat there with the small albatross, thinking that tomorrow would bring its own set of troubles if he was found only kinda clothed with the little one cradled in his lap. The shepherd might start on with his "special hell" speech again. On the other hand, HE was the captain, it was HIS ship. If they didn't like it...then...well...tough! Besides, the point was moot anyways. He intended to put her back in her own bed shortly, before anyone noticed she was missing. That was the plan, dong ma? Yep, he was the captain, and he had a plan....
Just before he drifted off to sleep, he remembered something important.....as plans go, his rarely turned out the way he intended. "Huh" .....and the river of red came rushing back.......
A grey mist hung over the valley as if the moans of the dying had become more than sound. As if they had taken corporeal form to rise and hang between the black of the sky and the black of the suffering. Grey and Black mixed, intertwined, and through it all...red. Spatters of red on the brown uniforms, turning the brown coats into death shrouds.
Trickles of red, rivers of it....would it never end?
"They're not coming sir."
"They're not coming sir."
"They're not..."
"STOP!"
Mal did an about face as he heard a voice that never belonged in this valley, had never been here. Standing behind him was a different River from a different Serenity. He noticed she was barefoot, as usual, while her delicate slip dress mimicked the color of morning glories. She, of all things in this place, bore not a speck of blood, sweat, or dirt. Not even on her bare feet.
"You must leave this place," she said.
His despair rose up as he heard another, more familiar, refrain.
"They're not coming sir."
He turned his head so he could see the source of those damning words. River grabbed his face with her delicate fingers in a surprisingly strong grip. She wrapped her fingers around his jaw and turned his head back to her with a jerk.
"You must leave this place."
"I can't," he groaned. "Can't leave. Have to stay, stay and hold the valley. Stay and lead the independents. There's no one left to lead them, or what remains of them. Have to stay, have to stay, have to...."
"They're not coming sir."
"You must leave this place."
River tightened her grip on his jaw and pulled him down until he was face level with her..."You must leave this place.....or you will die here."
"Can't," his despair became a mix of the red, the black, and the grey.
"You must," she repeated.
"Can't."
"Then we will leave together, you will come with me..." She stood on tiptoe and kissed him softly on the mouth. He resisted at first, some part of him realizing that this was wrong. She's just a girl, I can't add her to my list of sins.....
"It's not wrong," said River as Mal opened his eyes back on the Serenity that flew through the star speckled black. River was no longer asleep on his lap but was now straddling him, her hands splayed on his bare chest.
In this Serenity, she was also kissing him, but with less softness and more urgency. One his hands had pushed up her dress and was cupping her bare ass. The other was tangled in her hair and holding her lips to his own. Her kiss was hot and wet and stole any semblance of coherent thought from him. He only dimly realized that he was still in the cockpit as he licked and sucked and nibbled at her mouth, their tongues tasting each other. He was only dimly aware that they could easily be discovered as she matched his hunger, kiss for kiss.
"No!" he said. "Can't!" He pulled her face from his using the hand that was still tangled in her hair.
She blinked at him, her eyes dilated with pleasure; her mouth swollen from his kiss. "I'm sorry," he said as he stood up, still holding her. He set her down gently in the pilot's chair and left to return to his own room.
After pulling the sink out from the wall, he splashed water on his face and stared at his reflection in the mirror. His guilty conscience stared out of his eyes. I'm so sorry little one....you're too innocent for me....so sorry....
"I'm not," her small hands wrapped around his waist from behind. He could feel her cheek press against his back as one hand splayed over his abs and the other crept into the top of his waistband. He grabbed her hands to stop her and turned around to face her, pulling her up against him by her wrists. "You have to stop little one, you don't know what you're doing."
"Do to. Rivers know. They understand hunger. Wipe everything clear as they go tumbling, rolling. Spill over the rocks and stones. Red rivers have made you stone, this River would tumble over you...make you hard...like stone, replacing the stone of the red river."
"Little albatross, you're too innocent. I don't want to be the one who corrupts that."
She pulled one hand free and pointed to her temple. "Not innocent, I know what you want, what you burn for. This girl is on fire and shouldn't be. Rivers don't burn. Turn to steam if they get too hot. Evaporate and mist away into nothing. They need the coolness of stone to lessen the burn. The stone will cool me and I will soften the stone." She placed a single fingertip on the center of his forehead....
"You must leave this place."
He was lost....couldn't find his way back....not without her...
He picked her up and pushed her against the wall. Her legs wrapped around his hips, hands on his shoulders. He pinned her to the wall with his weight, his hands braced on either side of her head. Ground his already hardening cock against her heat, devouring her mouth with his own. His thought processes were misfiring. All he could concentrate on was the feel of her legs wrapped around his hips, the smell of her hair, the taste of her lips.
Before his senses drowned in her, he thought one final time, "this is wrong...I can't do this" and pulled his head away. River made a whimper of frustration and grabbed his head with her hand and drew him back to her mouth. "I told you," she said..."You will come with me."
She unhooked one leg to push it against the wall and topple them onto his bed. Forgetting how strong she was, despite her fragile appearance, he tried to cushion her as they landed....and was rewarded by cracking his head on the headboard. Despite seeing his own set of stars for a moment, he grinned at her. He had a slight graze near his temple...just a scratch really...but enough to draw blood. She touched a finger to the spot and looked puzzled. "Red," she said. "Red Mal instead of red river."
"Not to worry darlin', it's just a scratch." And she followed his gaze to the hard evidence of his cock pushing against his pants...."besides," he indicated, "I never did learn when to stay down."
She grinned back at him and drew her slip of a dress over her head until she was completely naked. Somewhere in all this, he had lost his shirt, so he relished the feel of her against his chest while she straddled him. Ran his hands down her naked back to cup her hips and her ass in his big hands. She leaned down to put her hands on either side of his head, reversing their position from earlier.....and rubbed her breasts against his chest as she kissed him deeply...once, twice...again and again....
Mal was surprised at how talented River's hot little tongue was...though, he mused, he probably shouldn't be. She probably knew exactly what he would like, being a reader and all.
"Well hells bells," he thought. "She knows how to please me but I haven't the foggiest idea what she likes." ........"hmmmm, a challenge."
"Don't worry," she said. "I'll let you know if I don't like what you're doing."
"You know, It's a mite disconcerting when you do that." He glanced at her archly.
"I do know," she grinned.
And then she shut him up the best way she knew how....she kissed him thoroughly and he lost track of what he had been thinking. Running his hands up and down her soft silky back, he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her up so that she was straddling his face, her hands splayed against the wall for support.
"I suppose you know what I plan on doin' to you, don't ya darlin'?" He grinned up at her startled look.
"Cunnilingus, a noun. From the Latin cunnus or vulva and lingere (to lick). The oral stimulation of the vulva or clitor......" She trailed off as he rolled his eyes and started tasting her with his tongue. Long deep strokes that made her glad she had a wall to brace herself against, or she would have collapsed. He swirled his tongue over the little nub of her clitoris each time he encountered it. She tasted hot and salty and mighty tastey.
Mal could feel that his cock was rock hard but he planned on denying it whatever plans it had for itself. Maybe, just maybe, he could control himself enough to please River without stealing too much of her innocence. All he had to do was lick her into oblivion and then she'd fall asleep before he got around to taking her virginity. Then maybe, just maybe, he'd stay out of that special hell the preacher was always warning him about.
As he struggled to stick with the plan, she started murmuring words that he had to strain to hear....
"stars in the black...they twinkle...fathomless...so many....so many....so......"
She bit her lip with a soft gasp as she felt her muscles tighten and release in an explosion of sensation.
"Let's go again?" she looked at him oh so hopefully.
He looked into her mischievous brown eyes and saw serenity valley again...only this time all that red and black had faded away...swirling into the color of morning glories in the mist....
He made a decision......he jumped feet first, eyes open, into that very special hell.....
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Date: 2006-04-07 01:25 pm (UTC)You have captured River perfectly. And poor Mal, tortured by Serenity Valley and that special hell. Hope he can finally find the serenity he needs. *g*
River
Date: 2006-04-08 04:21 am (UTC)Re: River
Date: 2006-04-08 05:04 am (UTC)Re: River
Date: 2006-04-08 06:18 am (UTC)