Tree-Vixen

The Wrong Kaylee “River, why are you staring at me?” Simon asked his little sister as he sorted through the lab on Serenity. River blinked and cocked her head to the side. “Why don’t you tell Kaylee?” “Why don’t I tell Kaylee what?” Simon asked, his heart thudding a different pattern. Did River…but of course that was an impossibility. She wasn’t psychic…or Mal was right. But that was ludicrous. “Listen you Jurassic twit.” River said in a voice that sounded like she was imitating something. Simon stared. “Kaylee deserves someone who will love her, someone who’ll hol

I want you at 4am rubbing the sleep from your eyes, sighing like the last breath of a distant thunderstorm. I want you in dark wash jeans, white socks and black shoes, pulling each article off one by one and leaving the exposed skin for me to brush my fingertips against and revel in the faint tremors. I want you entangled in my bedsheets counting the pieces of my spine, and the hours til dawn. I want every synapse to crackle with electric charge, with anticipation; waiting. Waiting. I want you, your heavy, solid warmth pressing down and concentrating all its force just below my navel, to leave me struggling for