In the Air Tonight

AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 4 of ? FANDOM: Firefly SHIP: Mal / Inara, Simon / Kaylee RATING: NC17 CATEGORY: Romance and Erotica SPOILERS: If there are, I apologise. DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to whoever does and I make no profit from this story. AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepencies. Also I so don't speak Chinese so all that is just plain made up. FEEDBACK: Yes Please - Deton8@mweb.co.za Chapter 4 Back in the engine room, their hands are all over each other as they explore each other's mouths with hungry tongues. The metal bottle is cold against his shoulder blades as she wraps her arms around his neck, but he doesn't care. It only enhances the delicious heat of Kaylee in his arms and pressed against his chest. The cold disappears and is replaced by her hands exploring his neck and back after she drops the bottle and it hits the deck with a clatter and rolls away. Their lips slide together in a sinuous dance. He occasionally nips and sucks at her full lower lips or lets her do the same to him. Their tongues play a game of invasion and retreat, sometimes co-operating allies, other times battling enemies in a quest for mutual satisfaction. He needs to get closer to her as his hands explore her back, her ass and the tops of the backs of her thighs and he presses hard against her, pushing he back slightly. She doesn't realize they've been moving while they kissed and explored each other until her back comes up against Serenity's bulkhead. With, nowhere to move, his continued advance forces his body hard against hers and the large bulge in his trousers presses into her belly making his intent crystal clear. Kaylee's mind is reeling even as she feels her skin flush and tingle as he brazenly cups, caresses and squeezes her breasts through the thin material of her top. She grabs his ass, squeezing as they start rocking and grinding in a dry hump. She can feel Serenity vibrating against her back and his hard heat pressing against her front and the only thing she can think of is that they are wearing too many fu gu gow shin clothes. Their panting breaths and sounds of pleasure mix with the sound of Serenity's stardrive. He seems to have the same idea as digs his shirt out of his trousers while he grabs the bottom of her top to pull it up. She has to relinquish her attempt to undo his shirt in order to lift her hands above her head so that he can pull the top off over her head. He catches her hands and holds the top in place when it clears her mouth. She struggles, trying to free herself from the tangled material. She is even further surprised when she hears him chuckle. She is about to make her dissatisfaction known when his lips capture hers. She'd read in some fandangled text that, if you lost one of your senses the others intensified to make up for it. She thought it was a bunch of mi tu tech shin shi, but now she felt a bit differently. With, her eyesight obscured, she feels his exploring kiss more intensely. The sliding pressure of it, the way tip of his tongue explores the surface of the top of her lower lip and teeth before it darts into her mouth to wrestle with hers. The fact that her breasts are now naked as they press against the soft cotton of his shirt and into his chest doesn't hurt either. Sensation sparks through her breasts as her hard, sensitive nipples drag across the material when they shift and breath. She can feel his heart beat against her breast, steady but fast, like the thrum of Serenity's engines on take off. She can feel his fingers curled around her wrists and his thumb is lightly stroking back and forth over her pulse, soothing and exciting all at the same time. She never figured a man's hands could be so soft or smooth. His lips had left hers, but moments ago, but he finds that he had missed the taste of her as he captures her lips again. She had struggled a little when he prevented her from removing her top completely, but melts against him as he kisses her deeply. He can feel the pitter-patter of her pulse under his thumb and he strokes back and forth across it. He hadn't realized how much he had imagined what her breasts would look like until he realized how close his imagination had been. They were perfect, a touch paler and fuller than in his mind and, for whatever reason, he had pictured her nipples being brown, but they were a dusky pink and longer than he had imagined. They point upward off her round globes, her cleavage a shadowed valley. He finally yanks her top the rest of the way off and tosses it away. Her beautiful brown hair is a wild cascade as it settles back around her face, Their desire flares as they continue to kiss and explore each others bodies. Their clothes are an irritation to themselves and each other and they literally start tearing at each other's clothing. His shirt is the first casualty as buttons fly off into the shadows of the engines room. Kaylee likes the contrast of the smoothness of his hairless chest and the hardness of his muscled as her fingers and palms rub across it. His hands trail down her ribcage and knead her firm stomach muscles before they tackle the knot she had tied the arms of her overalls in around her waist. The knot resists him and using its distraction she allows her lips to travel where her fingers had been. She tastes his skin with swirling swipes of her tongue until she finds his nipple and nips at it lightly with her teeth. The strange thought that maybe they were called nipples was because they were meant to be nipped meanders through her mind as she switches to his other one salving any hurt she might have caused with wet strokes of her tongue. Her hands drop to his belt, which is more co-operative than her overalls. She unbuckles and unbuttons him so that she can reach into his pants and fondle the hard tube of pulsing flesh she finds there. She is quite happy with what she finds. His hips buck against her hand. His pants slide down his thighs as she slowly strokes his length. The knot resists his fingers and he is forced to take at least some of his attention away from kissing Kaylee. He feels her lips and tongue, wet on the skin of his chest and then they find his nipple. He lest out a hissing breath when her teeth nip at the hardening little nub with pleasurable pressure. Her hands aren't idle while her lips and teeth are at work. She unbuckles and undoes his trousers with an ease that makes the knot even more frustrating and even harder to deal with as her hand snakes down into his pant sand starts stroking his rock hard erection. He growls his frustration as his hips buck, pressing his throbbing member into her hot grasping hand. He almost wants to roar in triumph when the knot finally gives. She moves her hips forward, leaning he shoulders against the bulkhead, giving him access as he slides his hand under the waist band of her panties to cup her ass cheeks directly. He squeezes and fondles them, testing the smooth, resistant flesh before moving his hands down and dragging her panties and overalls off her hips and down her thighs. They catch at her knees for a moment and then slide down to puddle around her ankles. She murmurs her approval when his lips find the side of her neck, then the crook, then her shoulder and then the hollow at the base of her throat with wet, swirling, sucking kisses. Her skin is hot, smooth and salty under his lips. He lets his hands slide back and forth along the smoothness of the back of her thighs and the curved slope of her buttocks. Her own hands paint abstract patterns across his back and shoulders until they reach for the waistband of his boxers and pulls it clear of his erection before lowering them until they slide to his ankles. Simon has been hiding more than his feelings for her. Kaylee knew the doctor was handsome she hadn't even considered that he was hung. She'd imagined it, when she'd given herself a helping hand or two in her bunk on a lonely night, but she had dismissed it as the fantasies they were. "Talk about pleasant surprises." She thinks before her view is cut off and she loses herself in his kiss. Their naked bodies writhe press against each other and although she can no longer see his long, thick penis she can feel it hot and pulsing against her belly. He catalogues the sumptuous, smoothness of her skin as his hands explore her body. He occasionally finds the slightly rougher, raised ridges of scars that tell of her life in the black and on the rim. He wonders how many of them she got in the employ of Malcolm Reynolds. With, his fingers and palms caressing the curve between her waist and hip, his left thumb finds one that he knows she got on Serenity. He strokes it gently. The gunshot wound she'd received because of him when they had only known each other for a few days. "If they had been on Osiris their would not have been a scar. If he had been on Osiris there would not have been any wound." He thinks, "Or a now, with the feel of her against him and the taste of her on his lips." He was learning it never paid to second-guess or argue with fate. His urge to be inside her is almost unbearable. Her desire to feel him fill her is consuming her, but yet, neither of them wants to stop the pleasurable exploration of each other they are presently enjoying for the next step that would inevitably lead to an end to what both of them fear might be a dream. The dream like nature of their encounter is marred by reality when they both seem to forget that some of their clothes are wrapped around their ankle, trapped there by their shoes and as they sway they overbalance and both need to scramble to maintain their balance when they can't move their feet far enough to compensate. They teeter for a moment. Almost crashing to the unforgiving decking, but finally they find their equilibrium. For, the first time they are breathless with something other than desire, but their need for each other is not an iota less. They grin at each other with the success of keeping from falling. He takes a stray tendril of her hair and twists it around his finger. They simply look at each other as they catch their breath. "I think we might have to get our shoes off if we want to go any further, well, safely anyway." Simon suggests. She nods and he catches a sudden mischievous glint in her eye and quirk to her lips before she quickly slides down the bulkhead, onto her butt and starts furious working at the laces of her boots. She catches him off guard with the speed of her action and he realizes for whatever reason she has decided to make it a race. She never sees the wicked grin that crosses his face, as he, instead of dropping down as she did, reaches for his pants and pulls them up far enough until he is able to kick off his loafers. His shoes are off before she's even manages to get off her first boot and he easily steps out of his pants and boxers. His socks are a bit trickier, but by bracing one hand on the bulkhead he can lift each foot in turn and remove them. The pout she throws him is cute when she finally does look up to check his process, to find him standing proud and completely naked. She has unlaced both her boots, but makes no attempt to remove them now that she sees there is no need to hurry. Her pout turns to a sultry smile and Simon is a little taken aback by the predatory look in sweet little Kaylee's eyes. "I guess you won, fair and square. So... I guess it's time for your prize. Winners get prizes, don't they?" she purrs up at him. TO BE CONTINUED