Fic: Ninety-Nine Moments (WIP, Buffy/Mal, PG)
Title: Ninety-Nine Moments in a Life that Isn't Hers (and one that is)
Claim: Buffy Summers/Malcolm Reynolds
Fandom: BtVS/Firefly Spoilers for Serenity
Pairing: Buffy/Mal
Prompt: Teammates
Word count: 1,036
Rating: PG
Author's notes: Written for![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
crossovers100. I'm going to end up doing this as one long, connected series of ficlets/drabbles under one title and probably will wait to post the majority until it's done as I will move different ficlets around to where I want them. But in the meantime, another teaser.
Teammates
Buffy is perched on top of Jayne, sweat making her thighs wet and slippery, her breath coming in little gasps. Jayne is writhing below her, his hands gripping her thighs, whooping and hollering and she feels a little thrill at being the source of it all. It’s taken some practice, but she’s finally getting the hang of it.
She hears Mal curse and looks over to see him standing with his hands on his hips. He’s glaring at her, at least until his eyes shift to Jayne, and then he’s scowling at him instead.
Jayne just laughs. “Now don’t be goin’ all sore on us Mal. You had it and then you lost it. Ain’t no cause for your hands to be all clenched like you’re gonna reach for your weapon. We’re all friendly-like here.” He slaps Buffy’s thigh, as though to emphasize their friendliness, but it only makes Mal glare harder.
“He’s right, Sir. Can’t be blamin’ Jayne because Buffy moves quick,” Zoë chimes in. She’s bent over, hands on her knees, staring at the floor so her voice is a little muffled but Buffy hears the compliment loud and clear. She smiles, wide and bright, because there’s something in her that really wants Zoë’s approval.
The smile fades as she notices Jayne’s hands creeping too high up her thighs, more grope than grip. Buffy slaps her hands down on his and squeezes until she can feel the tiny bones start to grind.
“Kanz! You’re breakin’ my shootin’ hand, you Alliance freak” he shouts, twisting his body in an attempt to throw her off.
Buffy sees Mal’s face darken, going from competitive anger to real anger in the space of a heartbeat. She knows he’s not happy about the slur and she wonders if she let the twist of her stomach at the reminder that she’s not normal show in her face. All the noise and chaos of just a moment ago dies down to a tense silence and Buffy is acutely aware that everyone is staring.
“Jayne.” It’s a warning, Mal’s deep voice clipped with the threat of something unpleasant, something that causes Jayne to stop bucking under her and swear under his breath. She can’t see his face but she’s been on Serenity long enough to see a few of these exchanges so she can guess that it’s looking a shade away from mutinous. Mal’s gaze holds steady on Jayne as Buffy lets go of his hands and vaults off his shoulders, landing easily on the grate floor of the cargo bay.
The tension isn’t fading and Buffy hates that she’s the cause of it so she turns to Kaylee and pastes on a smile.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think that was the winning point, wasn’t it? That puts us up 3 games to none and I’m almost positive that means Mal owes us all a day on-planet,” she says to her teammate, who grins right back.
“Day and a night. Can’t forget the night,” Kaylee almost sings, exchanging a look with Simon and Buffy is pretty sure she’s not the only one who knows how the pair will be spending the promised night.
Mal finally breaks eye contact with Jayne and his face shifts into a near pout as he eyes the sweaty, smiling faces of his ragtag crew. “Niu shi! Don’t think I don’t know you two weren’t playin’ at your best,” he says, glancing back and forth between Simon and Zoë who manage to look offended for nearly three seconds before they start laughing.
The sound effectively breaks any remaining tension and Jayne lopes over to pound Buffy between the shoulder blades. She nearly lunges forward from the force of the blow but she knows it isn’t him trying to get back at her. Instead it’s his attempt to make things right between them, apologize and show her he almost thinks of her as one of the guys, except those times when he’s ogling her ass of course (and maybe even then- she’s not sure his wind blows entirely in one direction). Buffy regains her balance and flashes him a smile before shifting her eyes to Mal.
He’s watching her out of the corner of his eye even as he fields Kaylee’s teasing about his hoop-ball skills. He’s been watching her like that more and more lately, and it could be that he’s just keeping an eye on their newest Alliance fugitive but Buffy thinks it’s something more than that. Maybe it’s because his eyes have landed on her backside more than once or maybe it’s wishful thinking on her part, but she gets the definite feeling he finds her attractive and if so, it’s mutual.
She’s not really sure how much she likes him yet, but Buffy Slayer definitely likes the way Malcolm Reynolds moves, whether it’s in a fight or playing hoops. Definitely likes it when she catches him looking at her in that way that makes her go all tingly inside. Doesn’t mind that the others seem to be picking up on it too, if Kaylee’s innuendo when they’re doing the girl-talk thing is any indication. But so far he’s keeping his distance and Buffy’s not about to make the first move.
Things are breaking up, everyone beginning to pick up the work they’d left to play the game or making their way back to their quarters to wash up. Buffy can feel the sweat drying on her body, the heat of exertion replaced by the slight chill of the air and she decides she wants to clean up and change. She bounds up the stairs and makes her way to the walkway that leads to her bunk, sparing another smile for the little red-haired boy who is playing with River in the middle of her path.
“Alliance didn’t make you a freak. You were born that way,” River says as Buffy steps around them. Her tone is more conversational than anything else but Buffy flinches anyway, all the smiles of the last hour of light-hearted banter and play fading away.
Buffy feels the truth of the words, deep down inside where the traces of who she was before the memory loss still reside.
Claim: Buffy Summers/Malcolm Reynolds
Fandom: BtVS/Firefly Spoilers for Serenity
Pairing: Buffy/Mal
Prompt: Teammates
Word count: 1,036
Rating: PG
Author's notes: Written for
crossovers100. I'm going to end up doing this as one long, connected series of ficlets/drabbles under one title and probably will wait to post the majority until it's done as I will move different ficlets around to where I want them. But in the meantime, another teaser. Teammates
Buffy is perched on top of Jayne, sweat making her thighs wet and slippery, her breath coming in little gasps. Jayne is writhing below her, his hands gripping her thighs, whooping and hollering and she feels a little thrill at being the source of it all. It’s taken some practice, but she’s finally getting the hang of it.
She hears Mal curse and looks over to see him standing with his hands on his hips. He’s glaring at her, at least until his eyes shift to Jayne, and then he’s scowling at him instead.
Jayne just laughs. “Now don’t be goin’ all sore on us Mal. You had it and then you lost it. Ain’t no cause for your hands to be all clenched like you’re gonna reach for your weapon. We’re all friendly-like here.” He slaps Buffy’s thigh, as though to emphasize their friendliness, but it only makes Mal glare harder.
“He’s right, Sir. Can’t be blamin’ Jayne because Buffy moves quick,” Zoë chimes in. She’s bent over, hands on her knees, staring at the floor so her voice is a little muffled but Buffy hears the compliment loud and clear. She smiles, wide and bright, because there’s something in her that really wants Zoë’s approval.
The smile fades as she notices Jayne’s hands creeping too high up her thighs, more grope than grip. Buffy slaps her hands down on his and squeezes until she can feel the tiny bones start to grind.
“Kanz! You’re breakin’ my shootin’ hand, you Alliance freak” he shouts, twisting his body in an attempt to throw her off.
Buffy sees Mal’s face darken, going from competitive anger to real anger in the space of a heartbeat. She knows he’s not happy about the slur and she wonders if she let the twist of her stomach at the reminder that she’s not normal show in her face. All the noise and chaos of just a moment ago dies down to a tense silence and Buffy is acutely aware that everyone is staring.
“Jayne.” It’s a warning, Mal’s deep voice clipped with the threat of something unpleasant, something that causes Jayne to stop bucking under her and swear under his breath. She can’t see his face but she’s been on Serenity long enough to see a few of these exchanges so she can guess that it’s looking a shade away from mutinous. Mal’s gaze holds steady on Jayne as Buffy lets go of his hands and vaults off his shoulders, landing easily on the grate floor of the cargo bay.
The tension isn’t fading and Buffy hates that she’s the cause of it so she turns to Kaylee and pastes on a smile.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think that was the winning point, wasn’t it? That puts us up 3 games to none and I’m almost positive that means Mal owes us all a day on-planet,” she says to her teammate, who grins right back.
“Day and a night. Can’t forget the night,” Kaylee almost sings, exchanging a look with Simon and Buffy is pretty sure she’s not the only one who knows how the pair will be spending the promised night.
Mal finally breaks eye contact with Jayne and his face shifts into a near pout as he eyes the sweaty, smiling faces of his ragtag crew. “Niu shi! Don’t think I don’t know you two weren’t playin’ at your best,” he says, glancing back and forth between Simon and Zoë who manage to look offended for nearly three seconds before they start laughing.
The sound effectively breaks any remaining tension and Jayne lopes over to pound Buffy between the shoulder blades. She nearly lunges forward from the force of the blow but she knows it isn’t him trying to get back at her. Instead it’s his attempt to make things right between them, apologize and show her he almost thinks of her as one of the guys, except those times when he’s ogling her ass of course (and maybe even then- she’s not sure his wind blows entirely in one direction). Buffy regains her balance and flashes him a smile before shifting her eyes to Mal.
He’s watching her out of the corner of his eye even as he fields Kaylee’s teasing about his hoop-ball skills. He’s been watching her like that more and more lately, and it could be that he’s just keeping an eye on their newest Alliance fugitive but Buffy thinks it’s something more than that. Maybe it’s because his eyes have landed on her backside more than once or maybe it’s wishful thinking on her part, but she gets the definite feeling he finds her attractive and if so, it’s mutual.
She’s not really sure how much she likes him yet, but Buffy Slayer definitely likes the way Malcolm Reynolds moves, whether it’s in a fight or playing hoops. Definitely likes it when she catches him looking at her in that way that makes her go all tingly inside. Doesn’t mind that the others seem to be picking up on it too, if Kaylee’s innuendo when they’re doing the girl-talk thing is any indication. But so far he’s keeping his distance and Buffy’s not about to make the first move.
Things are breaking up, everyone beginning to pick up the work they’d left to play the game or making their way back to their quarters to wash up. Buffy can feel the sweat drying on her body, the heat of exertion replaced by the slight chill of the air and she decides she wants to clean up and change. She bounds up the stairs and makes her way to the walkway that leads to her bunk, sparing another smile for the little red-haired boy who is playing with River in the middle of her path.
“Alliance didn’t make you a freak. You were born that way,” River says as Buffy steps around them. Her tone is more conversational than anything else but Buffy flinches anyway, all the smiles of the last hour of light-hearted banter and play fading away.
Buffy feels the truth of the words, deep down inside where the traces of who she was before the memory loss still reside.
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