08/26/2007: "Firefly Fic: Silk (Inara/Kaylee, NC-17)"

Title: Silk
Pairing: Inara/Kaylee
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Written for oxoniensis's porn battle
Disclaimer: Clearly I claim no ownership to the Firefly 'verse or its characters; nor am I making money from this fic writing thing.

She's wrapped up in silk, slick and cool against her skin. Inara's hands, warm and soft, thread through her hair, slide under the silk, brush over her lips. Kaylee breathes deeply, takes in the scent of incense mixed with perfume as Inara leans down to press her lips to Kaylee's throat. Kaylee's lips feel swollen, a little bruised from Inara's kisses, and she misses Inara's mouth on hers, even as she shivers with anticipation for what's coming.

It's always good with Inara, it always leaves Kaylee thinking about the next time. But it hasn't been like this before. Not so slow, never so drawn out, making Kaylee's body heavy and languid. Inara's mouth is wet against Kaylee's collarbone, drawing lines and circles on her skin.

"'Nara," she gasps, and her throat feels raw, taut. She wants more than this, more than the flutter of Inara's breath on her cheek, more than the tease of fingers across the top of her silk-clad thigh. "Please." Inara is looking down at her, eyes lidded, lips curved and red.

"Kaylee," she says. "Patience is worthwhile." Her fingers trail along Kaylee's shoulder, then tracing along the edge of the silk she'd draped around Kaylee.

Kaylee wants those fingers lower, tracing the edge of her nipples, rather than teasing her with silk. She believes everything Inara says. She believes patience brings rewards. She believes in the flicker of low candlelight and the whisper of desire. But she's been patient enough. So she says again, "Please," and Inara's smile widens.

And then her hands are moving, slowly parting the folds of the silk. She kisses each patch of skin she reveals. Kaylee arches against the humid warmth of Inara's mouth, the lick of her tongue.

She kisses along the edges of Kaylee's breasts, sliding to her nipples briefly before pulling away, pushing more silk out of the way. Kaylee gets lost in the sensation of Inara's mouth between her breasts; of Inara's tongue tracing circles around her nipples. All the while, Inara keeps unwrapping layers of silk, murmuring sweet words into Kaylee's skin between kisses and sucks.

When her hands are freed from the cocoon of silk, when she's naked and Inara has settled between her legs, she reaches up, and runs her hands through Inara's hair. Curls tug at her fingers, and Inara looks up from kissing along Kaylee's ribs. "Silk's nice; 's real rich," Kaylee gasps out, as Inara's hair tickles her belly. "Like touchin' you better." She doesn't have fancy words, not like Inara's clients, but she means what she says. Inara's skin is softer than silk, warmer than cloth. Inara's skin against hers, that's what she thinks about on the nights Inara's working, and Kaylee's alone in her bunk.

Inara's lips curve as she looks at Kaylee, as her hand moves to cup Kaylee's hip, then glides along to the inside of her thigh. Kaylee's eyes close as Inara's fingers slip between her legs, dip inside her. She shudders with pleasure as Inara's fingers twist just a little and push deeper. With her eyes closed, she can't see, but she can imagine – Inara's hair falling forward as she looks down at Kaylee, her expression focused, a little dazed. The image stays in her head as Inara increases the rhythm, and Kaylee's body starts to shudder, just jerk with pleasure.

And then Inara's fingers are gone, and Kaylee clenches her hands in the silk, body arched and tense with anticipation, because she knows what comes next. Inara's mouth, smooth and hot against her, replacing her fingers. Kaylee groans as Inara's tongue works at her; gasps when Inara pulls back slightly to kiss delicately, exactly in the spot Kaylee likes best. She does that over and over – hard, short licks, enough that Kaylee's writhing, coming and gasping – and then pulling away just a little, her fingers stroking at Kaylee's thighs until she leans close again, and starts over.

The last time she leans close, she presses her fingers back inside Kaylee, and sucks hard, and Kaylee just bucks up, one hand going to grip Inara's shoulder. Inara licks her through the waves of pleasure, and finally, Kaylee's hand moves to Inara's face. She lifts Inara up to look at her – Inara, whose eyes are dilated, whose lips are parted and slick – and smiles. "You next," she says, still trying to catch her breath.

End.




	Home Archives August 2007 Firefly Fic: Silk (Inara/Kaylee, NC-17) [Previous entry: "Firefly Fic: Sexing, thieving, lying, stabbing: Who's to know, with whores? (Jayne, R)"] [Next entry: "Firefly Fic: Wasted Opportunity (Jayne, Simon, Kaylee, Mal, PG)"] 08/26/2007: "Firefly Fic: Silk (Inara/Kaylee, NC-17)" Title: Silk Pairing: Inara/Kaylee Rating: NC-17 Notes: Written for oxoniensis's porn battle Disclaimer: Clearly I claim no ownership to the Firefly 'verse or its characters; nor am I making money from this fic writing thing. She's wrapped up in silk, slick and cool against her skin. Inara's hands, warm and soft, thread through her hair, slide under the silk, brush over her lips. Kaylee breathes deeply, takes in the scent of incense mixed with perfume as Inara leans down to press her lips to Kaylee's throat. Kaylee's lips feel swollen, a little bruised from Inara's kisses, and she misses Inara's mouth on hers, even as she shivers with anticipation for what's coming. It's always good with Inara, it always leaves Kaylee thinking about the next time. But it hasn't been like this before. Not so slow, never so drawn out, making Kaylee's body heavy and languid. Inara's mouth is wet against Kaylee's collarbone, drawing lines and circles on her skin. "'Nara," she gasps, and her throat feels raw, taut. She wants more than this, more than the flutter of Inara's breath on her cheek, more than the tease of fingers across the top of her silk-clad thigh. "Please." Inara is looking down at her, eyes lidded, lips curved and red. "Kaylee," she says. "Patience is worthwhile." Her fingers trail along Kaylee's shoulder, then tracing along the edge of the silk she'd draped around Kaylee. Kaylee wants those fingers lower, tracing the edge of her nipples, rather than teasing her with silk. She believes everything Inara says. She believes patience brings rewards. She believes in the flicker of low candlelight and the whisper of desire. But she's been patient enough. So she says again, "Please," and Inara's smile widens. And then her hands are moving, slowly parting the folds of the silk. She kisses each patch of skin she reveals. Kaylee arches against the humid warmth of Inara's mouth, the lick of her tongue. She kisses along the edges of Kaylee's breasts, sliding to her nipples briefly before pulling away, pushing more silk out of the way. Kaylee gets lost in the sensation of Inara's mouth between her breasts; of Inara's tongue tracing circles around her nipples. All the while, Inara keeps unwrapping layers of silk, murmuring sweet words into Kaylee's skin between kisses and sucks. When her hands are freed from the cocoon of silk, when she's naked and Inara has settled between her legs, she reaches up, and runs her hands through Inara's hair. Curls tug at her fingers, and Inara looks up from kissing along Kaylee's ribs. "Silk's nice; 's real rich," Kaylee gasps out, as Inara's hair tickles her belly. "Like touchin' you better." She doesn't have fancy words, not like Inara's clients, but she means what she says. Inara's skin is softer than silk, warmer than cloth. Inara's skin against hers, that's what she thinks about on the nights Inara's working, and Kaylee's alone in her bunk. Inara's lips curve as she looks at Kaylee, as her hand moves to cup Kaylee's hip, then glides along to the inside of her thigh. Kaylee's eyes close as Inara's fingers slip between her legs, dip inside her. She shudders with pleasure as Inara's fingers twist just a little and push deeper. With her eyes closed, she can't see, but she can imagine – Inara's hair falling forward as she looks down at Kaylee, her expression focused, a little dazed. The image stays in her head as Inara increases the rhythm, and Kaylee's body starts to shudder, just jerk with pleasure. And then Inara's fingers are gone, and Kaylee clenches her hands in the silk, body arched and tense with anticipation, because she knows what comes next. Inara's mouth, smooth and hot against her, replacing her fingers. Kaylee groans as Inara's tongue works at her; gasps when Inara pulls back slightly to kiss delicately, exactly in the spot Kaylee likes best. She does that over and over – hard, short licks, enough that Kaylee's writhing, coming and gasping – and then pulling away just a little, her fingers stroking at Kaylee's thighs until she leans close again, and starts over. The last time she leans close, she presses her fingers back inside Kaylee, and sucks hard, and Kaylee just bucks up, one hand going to grip Inara's shoulder. Inara licks her through the waves of pleasure, and finally, Kaylee's hand moves to Inara's face. She lifts Inara up to look at her – Inara, whose eyes are dilated, whose lips are parted and slick – and smiles. "You next," she says, still trying to catch her breath. End.