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firefly_fanfic
Title: Crazy
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
twilightsrain/edenbound (ficjournal)
Summary: Shouldn't've happened, but did.
Rating: PG13
Characters: Tracey, Mal
Pairing: Mal/Tracey
Warning: Implied sex, guilt
Spoilers/Timeline: During the Unification War
Disclaimer: Joss is boss. :)
Author's Note: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
over_look.
Shouldn't've happened. Tracey knows it but he can't stop delighting in the memory -- the way Mal shoved him down into the dirt, all eager and hot for him, mouth pressing hard against his to shut him up, taking his breath away. It was adrenaline and need and in some fucked up way it was confirmation of being alive, giddy and hot and perfect. It was -- it just was, one moment in time that shouldn't've been but was and made no excuses for itself.
Least, Tracey ain't making any excuses. He figures Mal might be, since the sergeant is about as far from sly in all other respects as they come and has barely looked at him and certainly hasn't said his name since. But Mal's excuses mean nothing to him -- he knows what they done, there in the dirt with blood on 'em and the broken city all round, and it weren't nothin' to be ashamed of.
They ain't sly. Just -- crazy. Crazy for body heat and life and the quick beatin' of their hearts and a human touch that weren't holdin' someone's hand as they died. Just crazy, really, crazy with the war an' blood an' dirt.
Author:
twilightsrain/edenbound (ficjournal)Summary: Shouldn't've happened, but did.
Rating: PG13
Characters: Tracey, Mal
Pairing: Mal/Tracey
Warning: Implied sex, guilt
Spoilers/Timeline: During the Unification War
Disclaimer: Joss is boss. :)
Author's Note: For
over_look.Shouldn't've happened. Tracey knows it but he can't stop delighting in the memory -- the way Mal shoved him down into the dirt, all eager and hot for him, mouth pressing hard against his to shut him up, taking his breath away. It was adrenaline and need and in some fucked up way it was confirmation of being alive, giddy and hot and perfect. It was -- it just was, one moment in time that shouldn't've been but was and made no excuses for itself.
Least, Tracey ain't making any excuses. He figures Mal might be, since the sergeant is about as far from sly in all other respects as they come and has barely looked at him and certainly hasn't said his name since. But Mal's excuses mean nothing to him -- he knows what they done, there in the dirt with blood on 'em and the broken city all round, and it weren't nothin' to be ashamed of.
They ain't sly. Just -- crazy. Crazy for body heat and life and the quick beatin' of their hearts and a human touch that weren't holdin' someone's hand as they died. Just crazy, really, crazy with the war an' blood an' dirt.