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asitwastoldtome2011-05-05 11:49 pm
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Title: Sharing
Characters/Pairings: River, Zoe/Wash
Rating: R
Word Count: 1029
Notes: For amnesty atkink_bingo; prompt: voyeurism. If people being watched without knowing it bothers you, you may want to avoid this. Also some sensation play in the form of scratching.
Lying on the floor of her room, where she can hear the ship sing, the sense of Serenity washes over her, the crew there with her in the head as surely as if they were in the room. The smoothness of Simon's mental shorthands as he goes over his equipment is a familiar melody below everything, and the hum of Kaylee preparing dinner makes a pleasant harmony. The rough beat of Jayne's counting as he lifts weights is joined by the chime of Derrial's, blending with the steady tick of Malcom's worries in the cockpit. The hum of Wash's thoughts, always slightly deeper and faster than Kaylee's, is joined by the beat of Zoe's footsteps as she joins him in their bunk.
River hears the door shut as surely as if it was her own, and she closes her eyes, listening, focusing. She feels skin, warm and smooth, slide against her own and her mind provides the image, Zoe straddling her husband's thighs, hands on his waist. Zoe leans forward, presses a kiss to the back of Wash's neck, and River smiles, as much at the aesthetically pleasing picture they make as at the warm spot. Her hands lift into the empty air, move upwards with Zoe's as she runs them over Wash's back, pausing as they hover over her face before her fingers curve and follow the path back, quickly.
She hears the soft, sharp intake of breath, followed by Wash's voice, tinted by laughter and arousal and a falsified protest. "Hey, nails."
"Yes?"
River arches into the feeling of nails pressing into her skin, but it's not enough, she's too far herself today to feel it like Wash does. She slides the tips of her fingers below her skirt's waistband, pressing her nails into her hips. They're longer than Zoe's but smoother at the moment, neater. She digs in a little harder as her mouth moves with his words, whispering towards the dark ceiling, her own tone as distracted as Wash's. "Yeah, those. Nails, you... you've got good nails! Get a pretty good idea what nails are, uh, with those."
Zoe nips at Wash's shoulder, smiling, and River bites into her lip, her pulse and her breath speeding up with Wash's.
"Okay, so we're doing that." Wash doesn't mean to speak and River doesn't realize until the loss of the pressure in her lip registers that she's speaking with him. Zoe's laugh feels almost as nice as the scratch she leaves across their back and the drag of River's nails against her leg when that scratch isn't enough.
The warmth on her legs lets up as Zoe lifts herself so Wash can turn around, a movement so practiced it's almost a dance. Zoe settles back across Wash's thighs and without the floor there to stop it, River can almost feel the weight of another person on her. Zoe's fingers are skimming lightly over Wash's torso, and River's fingers match their path as best they can on the different anatomy. The first time light turns to sharp, a small moan comes from Wash, and River matches his noise as she drags a nail over her collarbone. She slides her shirt over her head in time with Zoe's, letting it fall beneath her as she lies back down, and lets her hands follows their paths across each other's bodies, switching easily from one's touches to the other's as they explore. When her fingers first trace down past her stomach her heart and Wash's hammer in unison, only to have the touch stop an inch and a half below her waist. River lets out a quiet whimper that neither of them match, before following the sharp upward turn and moaning with Wash at the scratches across her belly.
The nails of her other hand press into her thigh, too low to be comfortable, but River finds the stretch in her arm to burn as nicely as the red marks left across her breast.
Their skirts have long been up around their waists, but she lifts her hips as Wash does, sliding her panties down her legs and kicking them off to the corner. Her nails rake over her thighs as she lies back down, and when the echo of the bite Zoe leaves on Wash's chest isn't enough, she starts sliding her legs apart, letting them go until they're stretched far enough to hurt. Stretched properly and standing up, finding the right spot would have been difficult, but she hasn't danced in so long that it only bring her mind a moment out of sync with the motions and sensations her hands follow. The right moment and a moment enough, though, her thumb brushing her clitoris and her legs straining and the feeling of being penetrated falling into sync, and they groan together, lift their hips and their nails scratch at their hips.
River can't match the sensations exactly, so she lets them fold together instead, the feeling of hands and mouths across her body, the feeling of being inside and being full and caressing herself blending into one. The feelings grow slightly sharper when she compliments them, so she does, scratching at perpendicular angles and stroking between thrusts. Her own rhythm follows theirs as a counter-melody, intensity rising together, and when she flexes her toes and the strain in her leg shifts, Wash thrusts and Zoe scratches and River scratches and they climax together with a simultaneous gasp.
River lets her hands drift in a softer counterpoint to their movements as Wash finishes, matching the now softer drag of Zoe's nails across already red skin and moving her hand absently until the sensations dull again. When Zoe lies next to Wash, her legs over his and her head on his shoulder, River turns onto her side, her posture a close but imperfect reflection, listening as Zoe and Wash's heartbeats slow together with hers, as the three of them fade back into the familiar midday rhythm of Serenity.
Her legs ache. Her skin is raw and stings in places she scratched too hard or too many time. Her hands hurt from the unfamiliar positions and movements.
River smiles, pressing her ear to the floor, and lets the ship's song flow over her.
Characters/Pairings: River, Zoe/Wash
Rating: R
Word Count: 1029
Notes: For amnesty at
kink_bingo; prompt: voyeurism. If people being watched without knowing it bothers you, you may want to avoid this. Also some sensation play in the form of scratching.Lying on the floor of her room, where she can hear the ship sing, the sense of Serenity washes over her, the crew there with her in the head as surely as if they were in the room. The smoothness of Simon's mental shorthands as he goes over his equipment is a familiar melody below everything, and the hum of Kaylee preparing dinner makes a pleasant harmony. The rough beat of Jayne's counting as he lifts weights is joined by the chime of Derrial's, blending with the steady tick of Malcom's worries in the cockpit. The hum of Wash's thoughts, always slightly deeper and faster than Kaylee's, is joined by the beat of Zoe's footsteps as she joins him in their bunk.
River hears the door shut as surely as if it was her own, and she closes her eyes, listening, focusing. She feels skin, warm and smooth, slide against her own and her mind provides the image, Zoe straddling her husband's thighs, hands on his waist. Zoe leans forward, presses a kiss to the back of Wash's neck, and River smiles, as much at the aesthetically pleasing picture they make as at the warm spot. Her hands lift into the empty air, move upwards with Zoe's as she runs them over Wash's back, pausing as they hover over her face before her fingers curve and follow the path back, quickly.
She hears the soft, sharp intake of breath, followed by Wash's voice, tinted by laughter and arousal and a falsified protest. "Hey, nails."
"Yes?"
River arches into the feeling of nails pressing into her skin, but it's not enough, she's too far herself today to feel it like Wash does. She slides the tips of her fingers below her skirt's waistband, pressing her nails into her hips. They're longer than Zoe's but smoother at the moment, neater. She digs in a little harder as her mouth moves with his words, whispering towards the dark ceiling, her own tone as distracted as Wash's. "Yeah, those. Nails, you... you've got good nails! Get a pretty good idea what nails are, uh, with those."
Zoe nips at Wash's shoulder, smiling, and River bites into her lip, her pulse and her breath speeding up with Wash's.
"Okay, so we're doing that." Wash doesn't mean to speak and River doesn't realize until the loss of the pressure in her lip registers that she's speaking with him. Zoe's laugh feels almost as nice as the scratch she leaves across their back and the drag of River's nails against her leg when that scratch isn't enough.
The warmth on her legs lets up as Zoe lifts herself so Wash can turn around, a movement so practiced it's almost a dance. Zoe settles back across Wash's thighs and without the floor there to stop it, River can almost feel the weight of another person on her. Zoe's fingers are skimming lightly over Wash's torso, and River's fingers match their path as best they can on the different anatomy. The first time light turns to sharp, a small moan comes from Wash, and River matches his noise as she drags a nail over her collarbone. She slides her shirt over her head in time with Zoe's, letting it fall beneath her as she lies back down, and lets her hands follows their paths across each other's bodies, switching easily from one's touches to the other's as they explore. When her fingers first trace down past her stomach her heart and Wash's hammer in unison, only to have the touch stop an inch and a half below her waist. River lets out a quiet whimper that neither of them match, before following the sharp upward turn and moaning with Wash at the scratches across her belly.
The nails of her other hand press into her thigh, too low to be comfortable, but River finds the stretch in her arm to burn as nicely as the red marks left across her breast.
Their skirts have long been up around their waists, but she lifts her hips as Wash does, sliding her panties down her legs and kicking them off to the corner. Her nails rake over her thighs as she lies back down, and when the echo of the bite Zoe leaves on Wash's chest isn't enough, she starts sliding her legs apart, letting them go until they're stretched far enough to hurt. Stretched properly and standing up, finding the right spot would have been difficult, but she hasn't danced in so long that it only bring her mind a moment out of sync with the motions and sensations her hands follow. The right moment and a moment enough, though, her thumb brushing her clitoris and her legs straining and the feeling of being penetrated falling into sync, and they groan together, lift their hips and their nails scratch at their hips.
River can't match the sensations exactly, so she lets them fold together instead, the feeling of hands and mouths across her body, the feeling of being inside and being full and caressing herself blending into one. The feelings grow slightly sharper when she compliments them, so she does, scratching at perpendicular angles and stroking between thrusts. Her own rhythm follows theirs as a counter-melody, intensity rising together, and when she flexes her toes and the strain in her leg shifts, Wash thrusts and Zoe scratches and River scratches and they climax together with a simultaneous gasp.
River lets her hands drift in a softer counterpoint to their movements as Wash finishes, matching the now softer drag of Zoe's nails across already red skin and moving her hand absently until the sensations dull again. When Zoe lies next to Wash, her legs over his and her head on his shoulder, River turns onto her side, her posture a close but imperfect reflection, listening as Zoe and Wash's heartbeats slow together with hers, as the three of them fade back into the familiar midday rhythm of Serenity.
Her legs ache. Her skin is raw and stings in places she scratched too hard or too many time. Her hands hurt from the unfamiliar positions and movements.
River smiles, pressing her ear to the floor, and lets the ship's song flow over her.