drabble+ficlet: Fred gets around
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[100 words. FireflyxAngel. Fred/Kaylee/Jayne. PG-13. In which they snog.]
Not Blind
They're kissing in the engineroom 'cuz Kaylee's keeping an eye on a troublesome converter, and they didn't bother to ensure no one'd see them -- not like they care, anyhow, at this stage, who sees them or doesn't. Heck, Fred probably can't see past the end of her own nose without her glasses, and Lord knows all Kaylee can see's the color of Fred's eyes.
"Heeey." The voice is Jayne's, the tone lewd at best.
Kaylee disentangles her tongue and rolls her eyes all at once. "What do *you* want, anyhow?"
"I wouldn't say no to joining in."
Fred grins.
[~300 words. Angel. Fred/Gunn. Summer between 3+4. Backrub. PG-13.]
Curve
He doesn't know much about massage -- muscles and joints and pressure points with a healthy dose of weird-ass new-age philosophy -- though, obviously, he's not in a place to be knocking the new-agers, what with "supernatural detective" right there on his business card. Still, that doesn't give him the inside scoop on the inside outs of rubbing backs. This one, he's got to play by ear.
Not like he doesn't know the basics of making a girl feel good. No complaints there, no sir. But when he's faced with Fred's bare back and that soft, "Backrub, please?" almost whispered, not cuz she's shy, but because her whole body's so tired that her voice just doesn't have the energy to be loud, he's suddenly wishing he'd gone to Massage School in his copious free time between killing vamps and staying alive.
He presses a hand into the curved hollow between her shoulder blades, experiments with different pressures and different fingers till she sighs so hard she almost falls off the couch. That's good then, and he settles into a rhythm. The flat of his hand smooths the knots of tension, presses against Fred's sharp bones and scrawny shoulders till she's nothing but softness against his skin. She's all shudders and sighs; he's got to listen for the intake of breath that means too much and the almost silent groan that means just right. There's no way he can focus on anything but her skin and sighs, and she is his everything tonight. Just a couple of inches of bare white skin spotted with freckles and wrinkling with worry; that's all he's got to think about.
"Mmmm," she says, almost to herself, but he takes that as a cue.
"Feel good, baby?"
He watches her face crinkle against the couch; from this angle she looks like she's trying to kiss it. She lifts her head a little. "Wonderful."
inlovewithnight[100 words. FireflyxAngel. Fred/Kaylee/Jayne. PG-13. In which they snog.]
Not Blind
They're kissing in the engineroom 'cuz Kaylee's keeping an eye on a troublesome converter, and they didn't bother to ensure no one'd see them -- not like they care, anyhow, at this stage, who sees them or doesn't. Heck, Fred probably can't see past the end of her own nose without her glasses, and Lord knows all Kaylee can see's the color of Fred's eyes.
"Heeey." The voice is Jayne's, the tone lewd at best.
Kaylee disentangles her tongue and rolls her eyes all at once. "What do *you* want, anyhow?"
"I wouldn't say no to joining in."
Fred grins.
[~300 words. Angel. Fred/Gunn. Summer between 3+4. Backrub. PG-13.]
Curve
He doesn't know much about massage -- muscles and joints and pressure points with a healthy dose of weird-ass new-age philosophy -- though, obviously, he's not in a place to be knocking the new-agers, what with "supernatural detective" right there on his business card. Still, that doesn't give him the inside scoop on the inside outs of rubbing backs. This one, he's got to play by ear.
Not like he doesn't know the basics of making a girl feel good. No complaints there, no sir. But when he's faced with Fred's bare back and that soft, "Backrub, please?" almost whispered, not cuz she's shy, but because her whole body's so tired that her voice just doesn't have the energy to be loud, he's suddenly wishing he'd gone to Massage School in his copious free time between killing vamps and staying alive.
He presses a hand into the curved hollow between her shoulder blades, experiments with different pressures and different fingers till she sighs so hard she almost falls off the couch. That's good then, and he settles into a rhythm. The flat of his hand smooths the knots of tension, presses against Fred's sharp bones and scrawny shoulders till she's nothing but softness against his skin. She's all shudders and sighs; he's got to listen for the intake of breath that means too much and the almost silent groan that means just right. There's no way he can focus on anything but her skin and sighs, and she is his everything tonight. Just a couple of inches of bare white skin spotted with freckles and wrinkling with worry; that's all he's got to think about.
"Mmmm," she says, almost to herself, but he takes that as a cue.
"Feel good, baby?"
He watches her face crinkle against the couch; from this angle she looks like she's trying to kiss it. She lifts her head a little. "Wonderful."
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Date: 2005-11-23 06:16 am (UTC)Fred/Gunn backrub = sexy and sweet, and I love his uncertainty about it, but going through with it anyway. That's so gunn.
I just posted you some Wesley & Tammy :).
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Date: 2005-11-23 11:29 pm (UTC)I saw! It was AWESOME omg. :)
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Date: 2005-11-23 07:03 am (UTC)(Alas, no suitable icons at present.)
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Date: 2005-11-23 11:31 pm (UTC)I want a backrub too. *pouts*
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Date: 2005-11-23 06:41 pm (UTC)Perfect.
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