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moragmacpherson) wrote2009-01-23 09:29 am
moragmacpherson) wrote2009-01-23 09:29 am
Ficlet: Sweet Nothings
Lo, back in my wandering around anonymously days, yea, even a whole ten days ago, I used to respond to fic requests on ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
spastasmagoria 's page. Yep, I can write the occasional bit of gadget erotica. I actually don't have any proof that this was me, I typed it directly into the comment form, but you're just going to have to trust me on this. I edited it a bit for here.
Title: Sweet Nothings
Author: MoragMacPherson
Rating: PG-13 ish.
Content: Language, references to sex
Timeline: Non-specific Firefly. I suppose it's after "Our Mrs. Reynolds".
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Archive: If you'd like it, let me know.
Summary: Jayne gets all poetical about his special friend.
“You got to be tender. She’s at her most vulnerable like this. You know that on her best days she can tear you into itty-bitty bits from two hundred yards away. But right now she’s open and exposed, delicate and beautiful. So you can’t just saw away at her innards. You caress them delicate-like, gently, with just a hint of oil on your fingertips. She’s all in pieces now, but when she comes back together, oh, she’ll love you like no other. Man should be proud, to hold her in his arms.”
Kaylee arched her eyebrows as Jayne finished putting Vera back together. “I’ll be in my bunk,” she sighed.
spastasmagoria 's page. Yep, I can write the occasional bit of gadget erotica. I actually don't have any proof that this was me, I typed it directly into the comment form, but you're just going to have to trust me on this. I edited it a bit for here.Title: Sweet Nothings
Author: MoragMacPherson
Rating: PG-13 ish.
Content: Language, references to sex
Timeline: Non-specific Firefly. I suppose it's after "Our Mrs. Reynolds".
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Archive: If you'd like it, let me know.
Summary: Jayne gets all poetical about his special friend.
“You got to be tender. She’s at her most vulnerable like this. You know that on her best days she can tear you into itty-bitty bits from two hundred yards away. But right now she’s open and exposed, delicate and beautiful. So you can’t just saw away at her innards. You caress them delicate-like, gently, with just a hint of oil on your fingertips. She’s all in pieces now, but when she comes back together, oh, she’ll love you like no other. Man should be proud, to hold her in his arms.”
Kaylee arched her eyebrows as Jayne finished putting Vera back together. “I’ll be in my bunk,” she sighed.