Adult-FanFiction.org : Television / Streaming

Maintenance VS Overhaul	By : SpecialFX Category: 1 through F > Firefly Views: 7753 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own FireFly. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to whoever created them and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

Chapter List
- 1-Maintenance VS Overhaul
- 1
TITLE: Maintenance VS Overhaul
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of 1
FANDOM: Firefly
SHIP: Kaylee / Mal
RATING: NC17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: None, so’s I know of.
SYNOPSIS: Kaylee takes care of the needs of his ship, so Mal takes care of her needs too.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own FireFly. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to whoever created them and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies. Also I so don’t speak Chinese so all that is just plain made up
FEEDBACK: Yes Please – midknight_tales@yahoo.com
His ship was flying true and smooth again and Captain Malcolm Reynolds smiled to himself as he made his way through Serenity. They were on a long haul back from the outer rim to Persephone and she'd warned him Serenity was running a little ragged, but he couldn't get her the parts she needed until they got paid for the job they were doing. Things had gone pear-shaped about three days out. He really had to make a point of thanking Kaylee, maybe getting her a treat of some sort for the amazing job she was doing to keep Serenity in the air with the meager resources he could supply. He knew he rode her hard sometimes, but she was the only one who had the skills to keep his boat afloat and he had to keep her on task, even if it meant appearing mean.
In the engine room, Kaylee smiled and ran her hand lightly and lovingly over the humming heart of Serenity that was her engine. She'd had a rough time with the Alternator Coil and Coupling Array Board. Serenity had been anything but serene, sputtering and coughing, systems shutting off and failing, only to spark back to life while others then went offline, but she'd made it work and now her girl was purring again. The engine vibrated steadily and warmly through her hand and her smile turned impish and speculative. It had been awhile since she'd indulged herself in the engine room.
Kaylee looked over at the closed engine room door and worried at her lower lip for a moment. She had been working hard and she decided a little treat was in order. She checked that the door was closed one last time and then undid the arms of her coveralls that were tied around her waist. She reached back and quickly unhooked her bra and shrugged out of the restrictive undergarment, letting it fall to the deck. Mal's previous mechanic had once said that engines turned her on, he didn't know right he was. It was the vibrations, the frequency, it spoke to her, and it got her motor running.
She molded her back and buttocks to the curved casing of Serenity's engine casing and then her neck and head with a soft sigh as the warmth and vibration soaked into her body. The vibration made her insides flutter as it made her skin tighten and tingle while her nipples started to stiffen. She closed her eyes and ran her hand back and forth across her flat belly before dipping it into her coveralls and under the waistband of her panties. She sighed as she dragged her short nails across the skin beneath her pubes and slid her other hand up under her grease stained vest to cup and clutch at her breast.
Kaylee started to stroke herself slowly, letting her fingers slide through her swelling folds as they flowered open and moistened while her channel flexed, constructed and twisted against itself to wring out a hot flush of lubricating cream. She caressed her breasts, testing the firm globes and teasing the gumdrop peaks of her nipples. She moaned and her breath caught for a moment as she sent shocks of delightful sensation radiating into her loins and chest as she ground her palm over her emerging clit and pinched the taut nub of her nipple at the same time. The thrum of the engine shivered ups and down her slowly flexing spine and pooled at her core as a sparking, pulsing ball of energy and a seed that would blossom into her growing climax.
Mal slid down the ladder to his cabin and went to his desk. He rummaged through one drawer and then another and then turned around and looked at his cabin, frowning, searching it and his memory. He got down on his knees and pulled a trunk out from under his bunk. He rummaged through that and finally made a hoot of triumph. "Knew I had it here somewhere." He noted to the empty cabin holding up the thin, foil-wrapped rectangle of chocolate, real honest to god made with milk and cocoa chocolate. He slipped it into his pocket and headed back up to the engine room to give Kaylee her treat.
Kaylee gasped and whined as she plunged two fingers into her sopping womanhood and caressed the special places inside her she'd discovered as a girl, alone in the dark of her bedroom all those years before while grinding her palm on the pearl of clit to make it zap and sizzle. She licked lips that felt dry and hot as she undulated against the smooth warm, vibrating metal surface behind her and her probing fingers and fondling hands. She roughly yanked off her vest and tossed it aside as the material had suddenly become intolerably rough and itchy against her sensitized skin. Her breathing sped up and perspiration pricked up on her skin as she pleasured herself, creating and herding the growing sexual energy into the dam of her core. Warm, electric tendril flashed and trickled out along her nerves to make her spine twitch, her heart pound against her ribs and shuddering moans, groans and whines roll from her lips.
Mal's hand froze on the handle to the hatch to the engine room when he thought he heard a moan over the hum of the engine coming from the other side. He frowned for a moment, but heard nothing else out of the ordinary, so he pushed open the hatch. He was looking at the deck as he shut the door, but his eyes shot up as the click of the hatch shutting co-insides with a sharp gasp. Her name died on his lips as he froze again, well that wasn't exactly true. He stopped moving, but parts of him came to rapid and erect life as he beheld the erotic sight of his sweaty mechanic arched over Serenity's engine with one shifting hand buried in the crotch of her coverall while the other clutched at her pert, ample breasts and pinched, rolled and pulled at the dark brown tubes of her nipples.
Her eyes were closed and little tendrils of her dark hair clung here and there to her sweaty, glistening forehead and cheeks. Her eyes were closed and she appeared completely unaware of him as she continued to pleasure herself, her half-naked body slowly, sinuously undulating with the rhythm of her hands. Mal swallowed hard to clear the sudden knot in his throat and unconsciously reached down to adjust the uncomfortable angle of the bulging erection in his breeches. He knew he should be turning away, averting his eyes at the very least and he half-turned to leave, but he couldn't take his eyes of the sexily writhing and masturbating mechanic.
Mal was well aware that Kaylee was a woman, with a woman's needs. Hell, the first time he'd met her she'd been heels to Jesus with his previous mechanic in that very engine room, but she was so sweet and well, Kaylee and in those coveralls and baggy shirts she wore it was easy to forget exactly what a woman she was. He would never forget again. He needed to leave, to walk away before she realized he was there and save them both the embarrassment, but still he stood and stared. He licked his lips and took a step closer in contradiction to his thoughts. He must have made some kind of noise because Kaylee's head lifted and her eyes snapped open and then widened as she focused in him.
They stared at each other and although there was shocked surprise in her eyes, he could still see desire and need in their depths, and her hands had slowed, but they had not stopped. He could hear her breathing, loud and ragged over steady mechanical hum of the engine and the rise and fall of her chest added to the mesmerizing sight of her half-naked body. "Captain?" She questioned his presence softly with a needy, little whimper, not sure what she was seeing was real. She'd allowed herself little fantasies before and she felt hot and feverish with arousal and so very close to completion.
"Yes, Kaylee?" he responded in the same hushed tone and she blinked slowly. "You really here?" she wondered plaintively as her head settled back and lolled to the side while her hands continued to shift and send pleasure into her body. He could have retreated then, just stepped back and walked away to leave her with the impression she was dreaming, but instead, he stepped closer until he was standing over her. His nostrils flared as he caught the spicy scent of her arousal over the general smell of grease and hot metal. "Yes, I am." He finally answered and used his fingers to gently brush the stray strands of hair out of her face and trailing them along the skin of her cheek to verify his existence.
She pressed her cheek against the back of his fingers. He was real and she should be embarrassed, should be trying to cover her nakedness, at least stop touching herself, but she couldn't and the way he was looking at sent an added thrill snaking through her body. Mal concentrated on his breathing as he lifted his hand from her smooth, warm skin as his dick throbbed and twitched in his breeches in response to the lascivious thoughts he was having about his petite, nubile mechanic.
He was close enough that she could smell the fresh male scent of soap and leather that wafted off him. It had been so long and his touch, as innocent as it had been, had reminded her of that. "Captain..." she implored him with pleading eyes as his hand hovered over her cheek. She could see hunger in his eyes, but also hesitance. They had a kind of father / daughter relationship since she'd joined his crew, but he wasn't her father, he was a man and he was what she wanted, what she needed. "Malcolm?" she used his full name to repeat her plea.
He didn't think he'd ever heard her use his full name before and never with that quavering, smoky, needy tone. "Need a hand, Little Kaylee?" he asked her, letting his hand drop to the relative safety of the curve of her shoulder. He needed her to be perfectly clear before he went any further, no matter what he wanted to do. "Got hands, Mal. Know how to use 'em too. I'm a woman and I want a man, Mal. Can you be a man for me?" She responded and finally enquired with breathy need. She took away his last out and went one step further by releasing her breast, taking his hand from her shoulder and molding it to her breast. He groaned at the back of his throat as he felt her strong, fast beat of her heart and the hard pebble of her nipple press into his palm as his fingers flexed around her firm globe.
Her hand left his as it did what she wanted and then curved around his neck to pull his lips down to hers. She moaned into his mouth as he claimed hers and all hesitance from him vanished as his tongue tangled and wrestled with hers. She extricated her hand from her panties and from between them when he settled over her and she felt the thick bulge in the front of his breeches pressing against it. His massaging, fondling hand, bigger and stronger than hers explored her breasts and sent waves of sensation pulsing into her chest as she blindly worked at undoing his pants and his free hand started tugging at the coverall bunched at her hips.
They were too wrapped up in each other as they kissed and ground against each other, but it took them a delightful, frustrating while to figure it out. It was Mal who finally pulled away from her sucking lips and lifted his wonderful weight off her. He was breathing hard, his broad chest heaving against the dark brown material of his shirt, but it was the wild, hungry look in his eyes that constricted her insides and squeezed a fresh gush of hot cream from her depths. Mal looked down at her again, the taste of her lingering in his mouth and on his lips, the feel of her breasts, her skin and her lithe, lush body beneath his. His hesitance was gone, his ardor aroused and he completely agreed with her. She was a woman and he was a man and that was all that needed concern them right then.
"Get them coveralls off." he growled an unnecessary command while yanking his suspenders off his shoulders as she had already braced one foot on the engine housing to lift her ass to shuck off her coveralls and her sodden panties at the same time. Her head came up as she heard the snaps of his breeches coming undone, his shirt already discarded to the deck, and Kaylee unconsciously licked her lips as his pants dropped and she got her first look at Captain Malcolm Reynolds in all his glory. He was a thick, long, curved and superb example of manhood rising from a dark nest of curls with a heavy set of balls. He twitched under her gaze.
They had both managed to forget about their boots, a fact that only dawned on them as they frantically tried to kick off their pants. Their eyes met and they grinned as they simultaneously realized they'd already done enough to get what they needed. Kaylee turned around and stretched herself over the warm metal curve of the engine housing and craned her neck to look over her shoulder at her captain, biting her lower lip partially as a sexy attempt at coyness and to trap the heavy groan that rippled up her throat as the thrum of the engine translated into a buzzing caress across her skin, against her taut nipples and into her intimate flesh.
His breath caught for a second and he hoped that his smile was at least half as appreciative as it was leering when she turned around and presented herself to him, the pink of her sex winking wetly at him from between swollen folds as she shifted her legs as far apart as the coveralls around her ankles would allow. His dick lurched and his balls constricted sharply in response. It is almost impossible to move suavely with your pants around your ankles, but he did the best he could as he shuffled the short distance that separated him from Kaylee.
He ran his hands slowly up the smooth creamy backs of her thighs and onto the curves of her buttocks as she stared boldly at him over her shoulder. He flexed his fingers, kneading and testing the firm flesh and she pressed back as she turned her face away with a breathy moan. She had a small, but lavishly intricate butterfly tattoo where the small of her back curved into her ass and he traced its shape with his thumb as he fondled her shapely rear end. He sank to his knees and inhaled a deep draft of her steamy, aroused scent before extending his tongue and slowly tasting the inviting length of her moist, glistening slit.
Kaylee couldn't stop herself from bucking against the warm steel beneath her with a soft gasp as her spine curved under the delicious, electric current stimulation of his tongue traversing the length of her sex. She pressed back into the pressure of his large, strong hands as they continued to massage her ass and wriggled against his sucking lips and deft, delving tongue as it explored her with wet warmth. She flooded and he drank her down with slithering lashes of his tongue. She gasped louder and then moaned her appreciation as his hands left her ass and slid around her waist to pull her up and a little higher and his tongue and lips found the exposed pearl of her clit.
She felt silky on his tongue and she tasted like honey and cinnamon and sex, and he feasted on her, exploring her swollen petals and the source of her delicious nectar. The hard metal beneath her hampered his exploration and he sacrificed the sumptuous feel of her ass to grasp her hips and lift her. Her moans of delight were music to his ears as he found, suckled, rolled and flicked the pearl of her exposed joy button. His dick throbbed and tapped against his stomach, his balls contracting with sharp pulses of need as her scent, taste and sounds spiked his arousal.
His mouth felt wonderful sending shivers of delight radiating into loins and shivering up her spine and across her skin, but she wanted more. She wanted what she hadn't had in far too long. Still, it took an immense effort to fight the jolts and pulses of pleasure to lift and turn her head and call his name. She had to do it again and with a lot more volume to finally get his attention. He raised his head licking his lips while his cheeks glistened with her cream. "I... I want you... Want you inside me." she whined her need to him as her sex twisted and flexed against itself in search of the hard virile resistance his thick manhood would provide.
He was mesmerized and lost in his oral exploration of her intimate, feminine flesh and it took him a moment to realize she was calling his name. The desperate need in her tone made his cock lurch violently in response as he lifted his head, his eyes sliding over the curve of her behind and the smooth, lightly-freckled expanse of her back to find her eyes smoldering and needy over the curve of her shoulder. He was so seldom able to give her what she asked for when she asked for it, granted her requests were usually for his ship, but he could happily give her what she asked for now. Mal rose to his feet and took a moment to slowly lick his lips clean, chasing her flavor and then collected the rest of her delicious cream off his cheeks to suck it off his fingers with relish.
He took a deep breath to steady himself as he looked down at the sexy, all but naked form of his dark haired mechanic curved over the thrumming heart of his ship. The two were a perfect match he realized. He burned the image of Kaylee as a beautiful, lush, needy woman into his mind. She wasn't his daughter, she was young, but more mature than he gave her credit for and she was really, truly desirable. Some small part of him, not enthralled by the sight confirmed that the only thing that Doctor Simon Tam was book smart and nothing else to not see the value of what had been offered to him on so many occasions. His hand trembled as he grasped himself and closed the small distance between them.
Mal paused, a hair's breadth from touching her folds, a sudden qualm of indecision drawing his eyes back to hers. He wanted her, wanted to be inside her, but was he taking advantage of her? He had come upon her in a vulnerable position. He was her captain, he did have certain responsibilities. Lines had already been crossed, but if he continued, they could not be uncrossed. Her steamy heat radiated against him and his dick twitched in his hand urging him to ignore his qualms, but still, he paused.
Kaylee continued to stare at her captain over her shoulder. Her thoughts were uncensored by her desire and she was free to admit how handsome and masculine he was. Her sex pulsed with need and her skin tingled and flared with heat while her hand flexed against the warm metal edge of the engine cover and little sparks shot into her chest when she breathed and her nipples pressed into the unyielding steel. Her body tensed in anticipation as he moved closer and then his eyes met hers and she saw doubt dim some of the blatant desire in their dark depths. She knew they were crossing a line, but she didn't want more than what this was: simple, delightful sexual satisfaction. She didn't want his heart, which already belonged to Inara and vice versa, even though neither of them would admit it to themselves, much less acknowledge it to each other. She wanted his long, thick, hot cock. "Please." she requested simply, but her need made the word resonate between them.
His eyes closed for a moment in a slow blink before a smile curved his lips and he guided his pointed dick head through her swollen folds and seated himself at her entrance. She shifted her legs further apart, straining against the material of her coveralls and underwear around her ankles, trying to open herself to him as much as possible as he throbbed against her entrance and one strong hand gripped her waist while the other slithered up her spine and curled around her shoulder. He leaned over her until his breath heated and tickled her cheek, his dick pressing against her entrance, but not quite breaching it. "Tell me what you want, Kaylee." he demanded in a low, husky whisper. "Fuck me!" she told him stridently, making sure that he understood exactly what she wanted and to let him know that she knew and understood exactly what it was they were doing.
A low, growl deep in his chest vibrated him against her a moment before his grip on her tightened and his hips thrust forward. She barely managed to muffle the sharp exultant cry that bubbled from her lips as his thick masculinity stormed the bastions of her femininity to lance through its natural resistance, stretching and filling her as he forged a delightful and inexorable path to her flexing, flooding center. Her spine curved and twitched, grinding her against the metal beneath her and intensifying the vibrations of the ship's engine against her skin. Her breath hitched and she part-whined and part-moaned as he pressed and pulled her tight against him, his hips circling to stir her intimate depths and send bursts and surges of sensation rocketing into her.
Mal closed his eyes and gritted his teeth to help him find some modicum of control as he felt his nuts ratchet tighter with the desire for release at the exquisite feel of her snug sex parting before and surrounding him. He kept his penetration slow for her benefit as well as his, allowing her to adjust while he savored the sensation and managed it to stop himself from simply exploding into her hot, moist, welcoming sex. She made the sexiest sound as he pulled her against him and pressed his crotch hard against the curves of her ass when they became one. She squirmed and he circled his hips to grind into her, both of them groaning as they adjusted to the other and the powerful, initial surge of pleasure they shared.
He nuzzled at the juncture of her neck and shoulder through wisps of her dark hair that had escaped her customary ponytail, the scent of her skin and hair filling his nostrils while he flexed his fingers to massage her shoulder and hip. Her sex twisted and flexed around the hard, throbbing virility of his manhood as he stirred her molten core with slowly circling hips. She bit her lip and let her eyelids flutter closed as he rocked his hips and increased his range of motion inside her. His lips made a warm bloom on her neck before the warm, solid weight of his abdomen lifted from the small of her back. His hand slid from her shoulder and down her back until he was holding her waist in his strong hands. She felt him draw back, pause and then drive forward hard as he started to do what she'd asked for.
Kaylee gasped with the impact and the delicious surge sensation that accompanied it and then all she could was hold on and brace herself as best she could as he took her hard and fast. The vibrating steel beneath her, his hard, muscular body above her and the hot friction of his shaft finding her core again and again and again soon had her crying out in delight, her body tensing and starting to quiver under the wonderful onslaught of electric energy created by his driving shaft as it plunged into her and retreated only to return again. His hands left her waist and work their way between her and the engine casing to cup and squeeze her breasts. His palms ground and rolled her taut, near-aching nipples, sending delectable, hot spikes of sensation radiating into her chest. Pleasure stopped being an ebb and flow, but a continuous pulsing delight that robbed of her breath and fed her building climax in the furnace at her core to make her cries increase in volume.
Mal chest was an inferno as he sucked in air through a wide-open mouth and flared nostrils. She felt absolutely exquisite as he drove himself in and out of her snug, silky, greased feminine flesh. Jolts and blasts of pleasure made the small of his back twitch while the exertion had sweat running down his body and forcing him to blink as it stung his eyes. His blood pounded in his ears and mixed with the cries of delight from his mechanic. His balls pulsed with the pounding beat of his heart and were so tight with the need for release that it hurt, but he held it back even as pleasure and pain mixed. No matter how good it felt, this wasn't for his benefit, it was for hers and it was very important to him that he got her where she wanted to be.
She was on fire and she reveled in the blaze as her muscles started to misfire on the electric surges that escaped the growing pool at her center to skip and snake across her nerves and she could barely brace herself or press back into his thrusts as she had been. The pulsing ball of sexual energy in her loins expanded once again as he found her core and then contracted and compressed as he withdrew. She could hear him panting above her, tremors running through him and into her. She knew he was close, but that he was straining and working hard to hold on for her to find the release she so desperately needed. It was that realization and the sense of caring it represented that enhanced the already wonderful animal act they were performing and pushed her over the edge as he plunged forward once more.
Kaylee couldn't stifle the scream that barreled up her throat as her head snapped back when her climax ripped through her, arching her back into a taut, trembling bow as her muscles locked both inside and out on the pulse of electrifying bliss that rocketed from her core and inundated every fiber of her being. The hot, throbbing solidness of him at her core seemed like the only real thing in her blurry world as her sex wrung out a fresh rush of liquid heat around it. Her scream had taken all of the air from her lungs with it and she panted, fast and ragged to replace it and never quite managed to succeed. She vaguely heard him grunt and strangled cry shot from her lips as he bucked and somehow pressed tighter against her, pushing deeper through her clenched, twisting feminine flesh before a deep muffled roar from above her joined the blood pounding in her ears and he expanded against her shuddering tightness to add the liquid heat of his essence to hers.
Her sex locked around him and she screamed her joyous release into the steamy air of the engine room. Her head snapped back and her sweat-damp, dark hair whipped his sweaty chest as her back arched and her body shuddered beneath his. He grunted with the sudden increase in sensation while his hands tightened on the firm, warm globes of her breasts as his hips bucked hard, although he was already tight against her. With her joyous triumph, came his surrender, his hips bucking and grinding into her as the roar of his release was muffled as it rolled off the bastion of his clenched teeth to reverberate in his chest. He erupted inside her, her tightness squeezing and twisting around him in a series of sharp pulses before rippling around him to milk him and added to the rolling bursts of intense pleasure that arched from his loins and rampaged merrily across his nerves.
Their bodies shook together as their muscles misfired, tensing and relaxing without rhyme or reason under the delicious onslaught of orgasmic energy that inundated them both. Heat seemed to ripple across her tingling skin, the steady thump, thump of the engine beneath her made her racing heartbeat seem all the more erratic, she felt lightheaded, the world spinning and it was hard to breath, to catch her breath, but could not remember when last she had felt so good. Her sex rippled around the expansion and contraction of his ejaculating steel as pleasurable bliss continued to pulse through her, ricocheting across already frazzled nerves, but somehow gentler and almost soothing after the intensity of the first beautiful, bright supernova that had blasted through her.
His hands had clutched painfully at her breasts for a moment, mixing pain and pleasure, but he had released them and as she rested her cheek on the impossibly cool metal of the engine casing, she could see his fingers flexing against the same metal on either side of her shoulders. His breath was hot against the back of her neck, his chest brushing against her back as it heaved, their sweat mixing as he shuddered and emptied himself into her. They stayed locked in the shared, shuddering tension of ecstasy as they rode out their climaxes. He rested his forehead on her shoulder as they relaxed before she felt the warm bloom of his lips against her skin and she sighed.
His weight on top of her went from comfortably enjoyable to uncomfortably heavy for just a moment and then he grunted and started to lift off her. She whined and he groaned as he stumbled back after straightening and pulled free of her. He grunted again when he hit the bulkhead with a thud. Her sex clenched and twisted against itself in his sudden absence. She lay limp over the softly humming engine as she finally managed to catch her breath, but as her body cooled and her sweat dried, the metal started to feel hot.
She groaned as her muscles complained when she rolled over onto her back and again when she slid down the curved surface and onto the deck. She watched as Mal slowly pulled up his trousers while she could feel the mixed result of their coupling slowly start to trickle out of her. She knew that she should be attempting to dress too, but her body wasn't quite ready to follow the complex commands needed for that, the first of which would have been to stand. She liked the way his eyes felt on her, but she didn't want to keep tempting him, not because she wouldn't have minded going another round with her strapping captain, she just knew if she did, it wouldn't end there. She didn't regret what they had done, but it could only be this once if she wanted to stay on Serenity, and she wanted to stay on his ship more than she wanted to share his bed. The best she could manage was to draw up her legs and hug her knees to her chest in some form of modesty as she simply relaxed and luxuriated in the delightful post-climactic sensations that echoed and played tag along her nerves, heavy-lidded and sated.
It took him a moment to catch his breath and get his equilibrium, leaving him leaning heavily against the bulkhead. He wiped sweat off his brow and out of his eyes to focus on the still, naked form of his dark-haired mechanic lying limp and unmoving draped over the engine casing of his ship. He moved to reach for her in concern and nearly tripped on the snare of his breeches and underwear around his ankles. He was bent over trying to pull them up when he eyes were drawn back to her as she stirred and groaned as she rolled onto her back and then slid down to sit on the deck.
Her silence and her wearily drawing her legs up and hugging them to hide herself from his gaze reignited his concern and doubts. Now that blood was flowing up as well as down, his brain was starting to contemplate what they had done, that he had just done with and to Kaylee. She looked a dazzling, sexy mess. Her hair had gotten loose and framed her glowing face in a wild, tussled halo of soft curls and he could see the red marks his fingers had left on her breasts. He knew then that he could never see her in the same light again. Her scent, the taste, feel and sight of her lingered on his senses. He could easily lust after her now, she was desirable to him, the scales had been lifted from his eyes, but he knew he would never more than care for her, love was not in the cards and he would not do that to her.
Mal raked his fingers through his hair as he looked for the words to explain. "Kaylee? Are you alright?" He enquired once he had managed to secure his pants. "Kaylee, I..." he started, but she stopped him by holding up her hand and flashing him a big, bright smile. "Alright?" She repeated his question softly, contemplating her response. A wild, bubbly, giddy giggle bubbled up her throat and out of her mouth. "I feel wonderful. Thank you Captain, I needed that. Maintenance will keep you going, but eventually you just need a good, hard and extremely thorough overhaul, and that was one hell of an oil change, Mal." She told him, smiling the whole time. His chest rose as he took a deep breath to respond, but she held up her hand again.
"Could you pass me my top?" She asked and he nodded before after a quick search he bent over and retrieved it and handed it to her before grabbing his shirt off the deck as well. She slipped her top on over her head and when she raked her hair out of her face, she found him offering her his hand to help her stand. She pulled her panties and bunch coverall up over her knees and then accepted it. He drew her slowly to her feet, but her legs were still a little wobbly and she clutched at the support of his hand as she tried to compensate and stop her clothes from falling back down to her ankles once more. In, the end, she let go of his hand and leaned against the engine and managed to get her panties and then the bottom of her coveralls back in place using the arms as a belt.
He had donned his shirt and were slipping his suspenders back onto his shoulders as she gathered her hair and tied it back once more with one of the spare ties she kept in her pocket. She could still feel the echo of him inside her along with the warm, wetness of his essence he had left behind. The engine room was steamy with the hatch being closed and the air was heavily spiced with the unmistakable perfume of sex. He was giving her space, but his nervousness rippled off him in waves and he fidgeted while his eyes followed her every move. She hit a switch and there was a hiss of cool air as she set the scrubbers to maximum and recycled the fragrant air as best she could or when she opened the hatch anyone would have been able to follow their nose back to the source and that might lead to some awkward questions.
She gave it a few minutes to work, all the while acutely aware of his discomfort behind her. They both knew what this was, all it could be, but unlike her, he seemed to need to hear her say it and that it was okay. She smiled to herself before she turned around. It made things a little more difficult for her, but at the same time endeared him to her. Too many of the men she had been with would have simply taken the free pass and been out the door before the sweat had dried. She judged that the scent had diluted enough; she just hoped she didn't run into anyone before she could take a shower. She reeked of him and sex.
"Kaylee, I..." He started again and this time she cut him off by pressing her finger lightly over his lips. He mumbled against it before going quiet. She stood on her tip toes, but still he had too lean down for her to get her lips close to his ear while her hand gently cupped his cheek. She caught his hands start to rise with his arm curving to enfold her out of the corner of her eye, but then they dropped limply to his sides. "He really does understand and he just needs me to confirm that I am okay with it." She was glad to reassure herself, letting go of a doubt she didn't even know she had.
"Thanks for the one time overhaul, Malcolm. I really needed that. You have given me exactly what I wanted, exactly." She informed him against the shell of his ear, stressing the “one time” and both “exactly’s” and then pressed a light kiss on his cheek before sinking back onto the soles of her feet and stepping back. He smiled and nodded, the tension visibly melting from his stance. She smiled back and then frowned. "What brought you to the engine room, Captain?" She wondered, puzzled.
"I thought you were doing such a good job keeping Serenity in the air, I came to give you a treat as a token of my appreciation." He answered honestly and without any real thought. "That sure was some treat, Captain." she quipped back and then it was his turn to frown. They looked at each other for a few minutes and then they both laughed and the last of the tension evaporated between them.
THE END
- 1
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Maintenance VS Overhaul