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F: Butterflies
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Mal/River
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Liar, liar. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
first_seventhe on my first kisses meme.
"Butterflies," River said, obscurely.
Mal tried very hard not to be distracted by her as he stacked up the crates. "What's that, little albatross?"
"Butterflies," she repeated. She slid round to the other side of the crates, looking at him over the top. She was in one of her more flighty moods. He'd learnt to recognise the signs: she would walk around bare foot, she would stare, she would touch, like every sensation was worth cataloguing in that head of hers and she might miss something if she didn't concentrate.
It should have made him feel kinda paternal, the way she seemed more vulnerable at those times.
"When you look at me," she added, finally. He hoisted another crate, putting into place between them, firmly blocking out the sight of her dark, penetrating eyes.
"I'm too old and grumpy for butterflies," he said, as lightly as possible.
River's smile was sweet. He might almost have mistaken her as unworldly, naive, innocent. "Inara can still double knot your intestines."
"That's Inara's job."
"Can't use that excuse for me." She kept pace with him as he went to collect more crates. He wondered where the hell Jayne was -- to help with the crates, and perhaps to shut her up. Although maybe it was for the best that Jayne wasn't hearing this.
She was close to him again, and he didn't even have a crate to put distance between them. Laughingly she touched a hand to his face, looking into his eyes like she might see something important there.
"See?" she said, and then, "I'll prove it to you!"
And she kissed him.
It lasted for split seconds that might have been eternities in another dimension. Mal found himself simultaneously wanting to draw her closer -- never let go -- and to push her away, hard, because it was a complication.
"Liar, liar," she whispered, her breath soft and warm on his face. "You know what you want."
And she spun away, like the whole world was meant for dancing, with laughter on her face. Like she knew what she wanted, and ultimately, that she would have it.
Mal found he couldn't argue much with that.
Pairing: Mal/River
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Liar, liar. For
first_seventhe on my first kisses meme."Butterflies," River said, obscurely.
Mal tried very hard not to be distracted by her as he stacked up the crates. "What's that, little albatross?"
"Butterflies," she repeated. She slid round to the other side of the crates, looking at him over the top. She was in one of her more flighty moods. He'd learnt to recognise the signs: she would walk around bare foot, she would stare, she would touch, like every sensation was worth cataloguing in that head of hers and she might miss something if she didn't concentrate.
It should have made him feel kinda paternal, the way she seemed more vulnerable at those times.
"When you look at me," she added, finally. He hoisted another crate, putting into place between them, firmly blocking out the sight of her dark, penetrating eyes.
"I'm too old and grumpy for butterflies," he said, as lightly as possible.
River's smile was sweet. He might almost have mistaken her as unworldly, naive, innocent. "Inara can still double knot your intestines."
"That's Inara's job."
"Can't use that excuse for me." She kept pace with him as he went to collect more crates. He wondered where the hell Jayne was -- to help with the crates, and perhaps to shut her up. Although maybe it was for the best that Jayne wasn't hearing this.
She was close to him again, and he didn't even have a crate to put distance between them. Laughingly she touched a hand to his face, looking into his eyes like she might see something important there.
"See?" she said, and then, "I'll prove it to you!"
And she kissed him.
It lasted for split seconds that might have been eternities in another dimension. Mal found himself simultaneously wanting to draw her closer -- never let go -- and to push her away, hard, because it was a complication.
"Liar, liar," she whispered, her breath soft and warm on his face. "You know what you want."
And she spun away, like the whole world was meant for dancing, with laughter on her face. Like she knew what she wanted, and ultimately, that she would have it.
Mal found he couldn't argue much with that.
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I love it!
Wonderful!
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I don't tend to join 'ship specific communities at the moment, since I'm trying to keep my community membership down, but you're welcome to link to my fics as much as you like. XD Can't argue with that!