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F: Carry You
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Mal/Zoe
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Mal has never failed her, not once. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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"You okay, Zo'?"
Okay is not one of the words people tend to use about themselves when they're missing a hand, are light-headed with blood loss, and are still being shot at, but that doesn't stop Zoe. She smiles at Mal -- the sure and confident smile that said all kinds of things like trust and love and that she'd die right here, right now, for him, if he asked it. He never would ask it, but she offers it anyway. "Just peachy, sir."
"Nice to know. Think you can walk?"
Zoe assesses herself quickly and is forced to shake her head. "No, sir. I can provide coverfire -- "
"And then how are you going to get away?"
His eyes are narrowed -- in anger, as well in pain, she realises. She shrugs slightly and then, because that's the way it always is, says it. "You could carry me, sir. Figure you're the only one handy 'round here to do so, so..."
"Right. I'll carry you."
He kisses her, before he turns to set about said carrying. Kisses her hard and deep, kisses her breathless and then pulls back, leaving her head reeling with more than the blood loss. A rough kiss. A perfect kiss.
It hurts, of course, when he lifts her up, jolting every injury she's got. But Mal holds her tight, and runs faster than he would if she was up and on her feet and fighting beside him. He runs because there's Serenity to get to, and Simon waiting with his bag of tricks, and River, ready to fly them away.
"Hold on tight, Zo'," he says, softly, and holds on tight himself. "I'll get you to safety. I promise."
He never has failed her. Not once.
Pairing: Mal/Zoe
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Mal has never failed her, not once. For
15pairings."You okay, Zo'?"
Okay is not one of the words people tend to use about themselves when they're missing a hand, are light-headed with blood loss, and are still being shot at, but that doesn't stop Zoe. She smiles at Mal -- the sure and confident smile that said all kinds of things like trust and love and that she'd die right here, right now, for him, if he asked it. He never would ask it, but she offers it anyway. "Just peachy, sir."
"Nice to know. Think you can walk?"
Zoe assesses herself quickly and is forced to shake her head. "No, sir. I can provide coverfire -- "
"And then how are you going to get away?"
His eyes are narrowed -- in anger, as well in pain, she realises. She shrugs slightly and then, because that's the way it always is, says it. "You could carry me, sir. Figure you're the only one handy 'round here to do so, so..."
"Right. I'll carry you."
He kisses her, before he turns to set about said carrying. Kisses her hard and deep, kisses her breathless and then pulls back, leaving her head reeling with more than the blood loss. A rough kiss. A perfect kiss.
It hurts, of course, when he lifts her up, jolting every injury she's got. But Mal holds her tight, and runs faster than he would if she was up and on her feet and fighting beside him. He runs because there's Serenity to get to, and Simon waiting with his bag of tricks, and River, ready to fly them away.
"Hold on tight, Zo'," he says, softly, and holds on tight himself. "I'll get you to safety. I promise."
He never has failed her. Not once.
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