Cut from a Fun and Games (Firefly, Rayne) part, deleted because it moved the physical intimacy into too clear of a focus for the point in the story where i wrote it.
His back arched, because damn that felt good and got his brain on to thinking of other things that could be done in a bed 'sides sleeping. Which they weren't doing. Although, lately, with how often she'd been crawling in with him when she couldn't sleep, he weren't too sure they weren't going to. Be not doing, he meant.
Uh. Whatever of that sentence that meant he might get nekkid at some point sometime with her nekkid in a close by kinda way. Maybe. Eventually.
He kept waking up with her backside all cuddled up against him, anyhow, and she didn't seem to be protesting his reaction to it any.
Title: A Very Bonsai Christmas
Summery: Every Who down in Who-ville likes Christmas alot. Even Casey. Written for literarylemming, with love. *smootchies*
Casey sat, Santa hat tilted at a jaunty angle on his head.
His few gifts were wrapped. He had his glass of eggnog.
His bonsai tree even had tiny lights around the base for decoration.
He sighed and slipped on his headphones.
A fun day of listening on the famous Bartowski Christmas Extravaganza
was in order. The Intersect and the annoyance were talking over each
other, gleefully listing the benefits of the newest PS3 game,
contradicting themselves and each other with every sentence. The
sister and her guy were probably snuggled on the couch, exchanging
bodily fluids and sappy looks.
He winced, and turned the volume down. That sister really had a voice
on her sometimes.
"Let's get this stuff picked up. Go take your toys to your room,
please. And remove Morgan from my presence - he isn't allowed in the
kitchen at all this year!"
Various grumbling followed, complete with sounds of crumpling paper.
"Oh, hey, Ellie?"
"How many places do we need for lunch?"
"Um..Let me think...Seven."
"Seven?" The Intersect sounded embarrassed. "Um, Ellie..."
A deep sigh. "Did you forget to give out the invitations?"
"I got busy?"
The sister made an annoyed sound. "Fine. I'll do it myself. Devin,
take the turkey out in exactly fifteen minutes, and don't destroy the
kitchen making your mother's famous cranberry sauce this time."
The door to the Bartowski's slammed.
Casey frowned - idly wondering if he should put a tail on her
sometime. See who her friends were.
He wouldn't deny a slight hope that she was headed over here. Of
course, he would turn her down. He wasn't one to go for the pity
invite unless a single woman was involved. But after several minutes
had passed, he had to accept the fact that she had obviously gone off
If he hadn't been so well trained, he would've jumped a foot at the
sudden pounding on the door.
Dropping his headphones and adjusting his hat, he opened it to find
the boyfriend standing there with a cheerful smile.
"Hey! Are you coming? Ellie had to go get Sarah, and she'll kill me
if everybody else isn't ready to eat when she gets back."
"Huh?" Casey blinked in confusion. "I'm not coming for dinner."
The boyfriend didn't even blink. "Of course you are. The table's
set, and you've got a present sitting right on your plate. Do you
like sweet potato souffle? It's my specialty."
Somehow, without noticing how it happened, Casey found himself
following the boyfriend and his babbling all the way back to their
And even though the annoying one was there, and he and the Intersect
were involved in a heated video game battle in the middle of the
living room - there was a place at the table. And a small box with a
bow that said "John."
He looked around cautiously.
The boyfriend was still chattering about something - extreme skiing,
or some other way to get yourself killed.
No one seemed at all surprised or think it at all strange to have him there.
Maybe he could accept a pity invite. Just this once.
Title: Beribboned and Bold
Summery: porny ficlet written for thegranddewru.
Tracy couldn't stop watching him - all long legged and tall, lips pursed in concentration of where he should put the next ornament. He had come over to see Tracy, and had gotten roped into helping decorate the Turnblad Christmas tree.
The top few buttons on his shirt had come undone, giving her little peeks of his pale chest.
Her parents had stepped out a minute ago, her father to see to a sale, her mother to run a few errands. She didnt have much time to waste.
Mouth dry and hands shaking, she stepped up behind Link.
"What do you think," he said, gesturing with an beribboned ornament. "Over here?"
"I don't care about the tree, Link." She stepped closer as he turned to face her, his face curious.
His eyes widened when she ran her hands up his thighs to the waist of his pants. She tilted her head back to look up at him, a hint of a smile on her lips. "We've never been alone long enough to really get into any trouble." Her smile went naughty. "My father will forget all about coming back up here once he starts to play with his toys, and I think we should take advantage of that."
"What.." He cleared his throat as his voice unexpectedly squeaked. "Here? Now? In your living room?" His voice might be a little panicked, but his arms were already wrapped around her and his blue blue eyes were scanning the apartment for a good place to set up operations.
She tugged his mouth down to hers, shock still making his reactions a little delayed. "Plenty we can do without taking off our clothes completely. We'll hear someone before they come up." Her busy little hands were already working on unbuttoning his shirt further.
Link grabbed her hands in his, staring down at her with amazement. "You know," he said conversationally as he steered them towards a chair. "I was worried that you might think I was too fast for you." The last word came out slightly strangled as Tracy dipped her fingers beneath the waistband of his pinstriped pants.
She giggled at his reaction. "We'll go slower next time," she promised. "But I've been wondering what you look like without a shirt for three long years, ever since you got your sleeve caught on the edge of Corny's podium that time and spent the rest of the show in your undershirt."
Link sank into the chair, eyes glued to the skin being revealed as Tracy unbuttoned her own blouse, his hands going up to trace the edge of her bra. "Yeah," he said dazedly. "That was my first month on the show." He leaned forward as she reached the last button and swept his tongue over her soft belly, hands sinking into her hips and sliding around to cup her backside. He pulled her closer, squeezing tightly. "God," he stuttered, tearing his eyes from her cleavage to look up into her face "I've been wanting this," he slipped his hands up her skirt to caress her behind with both hands, "Since I saw you shaking it in detention." He pulled her tighter to him, bare chest rubbing against her belly. "God, you're beautiful."
She pressed a hurried kiss to his mouth as he started working his hands underneath her panties. He traced his tongue over the edge of her breasts, ears alert for any sound of approaching parents. He shifted in the chair, pushing her skirt up high enough that he could reposition her til she was straddling his thighs.
"I'll squish you," she panted, one hand anchoring itself in the back of his perfect hair, the other pushing her bra strap down to give him better access.
Link let out a low growl when he saw her nipple revealed. "Just sit on my thighs, not my knees," he instructed. "I can handle it. And I want you as close as I can get you." He pulled her down onto his lap, angling his hips up as she slid down.
"Oh!" Her eyes widened.
He was breathing heavily. The one curl on his face was starting to lose its shape. And he was staring, blue eyes hungry, fixed right on her, Tracy Turnblad.
Her panties were barely covering anything, his hands were squeezing and caressing her backside, and parts of her she never thought to name were pressed up at against something pulsing and hard in Link's pants.
She could die happy, right now.
Instead, she pulled his head back down to her breasts and rocked her hips forward.
Title: With Bells On
Summery: Porny ficlet written for giantlovetingle.
His eyes were closed, his teeth were clenched, and his every muscle was straining to keep from jerking himself free.
"Bad Jayne," her little girl voice whispered, light touches dancing over his inner thighs, tracing around his cock but never quite landing. "You lose the game if you move."
His breath hissed out between his teeth, and he tightened his hands into achingly empty fists as she giggled into his ear, tugging the straps around his wrists tighter.
"Don't let the bells ring," she sang, tracing her little kitten tongue over one of his ears as she sank down onto him - so hot and wet that his eyes rolled back in his head.
"Nnngh," he moaned, eyes slitting open to watch her mouth open in a wordless moan. "So mean to me, pretty girl." He leaned an inch forward to trace his tongue up her neck. His low voice was a growl against her hot skin. "Not letting me touch, not letting me move, making me sit here and watch you fuck yourself on my cock.." He breathed out, teeth closing over the tendon standing out on her neck. "Let me fuck you," he whispered, face pressed into her neck. "Let me taste you."
She laughed, tightening around him with the movement. "Silly Jayne," she sang, rocking up against him and running her nails down his tense arms. She captured his face in her small hands and crooned, "Still, still, be still, and you'll find out how nice your River can be."
He moaned at the look in her eyes, and the tiny bells attached to his wrists chimed softly.
Summery: Porny ficlet written for caitn
River's head was thrown back, one slim thigh pressed to the side of Jayne's head. Her fingers tightened in his hair, and she gave a quiet breathless moan, thrusting her hips up to him again.
There was a commotion going on behind him, but Jayne ignored it in favor of enjoying the feeling of her nails on the back of his head and the taste of her on his tongue. A wall and his callused hand on her hip were the only things holding her upright. His other hand was clutching the fabric of one of those damn liquid dresses she liked so much, keeping it pulled way up, so he could see every single centimeter of her pretty pretty core.
Her hand in his hair jerked suddenly, and he looked up to see her eyes lazily open, though her hips never stopped their slow grind against his tongue.
"They say," she mused, "that you do not know the proper use of mistletoe."
He smirked, and pressed another open mouth kiss to her shiny little quim. It was Kaylee's own fault for pointing out that they were standing under the stupid plant in the first place, and Mal's for laughing at the idea that Jayne would ever kiss the crazy girl.
Its not like anybody ever specified where the kiss went, after all.
Title: Vocabulary Lessons
Summery: Awesome shows Ellie the size of his...vocabulary. Written, with love, for storydivagirl.
Her eyes glowed down at him, mouth open and laughing and healthy.
He grinned back up from where he lay quite happily with her straddling his hips and continued with what he had been saying. "Your shoulders are lovely," he ran his fingers over her bare skin in appreciation. "And your fingers," he sighed, pulling one to his mouth to suck on it, "Elegant."
"Oooh," Ellie raised her eyebrow, a teasing smile at the corner of her mouth. "Please, do go on."
"Your knees!" He pounced, drawing giggles from her as he traced hearts and letters lightly on her kneecaps. "Your knees are wonderful."
"My knees?" She leaned forward to brush a kiss over his mouth. "You dragged me up here to compliment my knees?"
He let his fingers trail back up over her hips to her stomach, and higher, and was rewarded with a contented moan. "Your breasts are exquisite," he whispered into her mouth as he ran his thumbs over her nipples. "Beautiful," he continued, easing her back to her heels and following his fingers with his mouth. "Tempting."
Ellie ran her fingers through his hair and sighed softly, a wordless noise as he suddenly hugged her to him.
She could've died. It was that close.
He got himself back under control, and went back to appreciating what was in front of him.
"Tempting.." she prompted, when he paused again at her breasts, one arm behind him supporting his weight and one arm wrapped loosely around her waist.
"Ah, yes," he said. "I was distracted by thoughts of the other lovely things I would get to tell you about."
"You already used lovely," Ellie scolded mildly, her back arching as he lay a blizzard of kisses down her throat.
"Fantastic," he muttered, mouth occupied with her earlobe. He nipped her one last time, then lay back and let his hands wander to cup her backside. "This is..oh..words fail me," he said, squeezing gently. "Plump and pleasant and edible," he rocked his hips up as he pulled forward on her backside.
She moaned and ground down on him. "This is fun and all, but I'm starting to wish you would get to the point."
He tsked, fingers starting to slide around to more sensitive areas. "Patience, my wonderful woman, we have yet to get to the best of descriptions." He teased her with gentle touches. "You are utterly amazing," he said, lifting her up and balancing her above him. "Tremendous," he vowed, as she slid down onto him with a moan. "Splendid."
Ellie smiled and rocked her hips forward. "Awesome."