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Title: China Doll (for
femslash100 Challenge #56: Toy)
Author: Angie
Site: Girlie Stuff
Fandom: Firefly
Summary: "Kaylee's sister had a doll"
Pairing: Kaylee/Inara
Rating: R
Word count: 200
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Kaylee’s sister had a doll. It wore red silk and its face was perfect white porcelain. The doll was kept in a box and never played with. Kaylee felt sorry for the doll. She didn’t think it could be much fun being perfect all the time. One day Kaylee took the doll out of its box. She mussed up its hair and loosened its dress. To this day she swears the scarlet lips turned up in a smile. She still remembers her sister hollering when she found out and the whupping her momma dished out. It was worth it.
She thinks of that doll sometimes. When she smudges Inara’s blood red lipstick with her thumb. When she unpins Inara’s hair, running her fingers through the dark tresses, letting them fall in wild waves around both of their faces. When her hands slip under Inara’s silk dress, rough hands pushing smooth cloth aside. When her teeth leave marks on Inara’s shoulder. When her lips sweetly bruise Inara’s.
She lies awake and watches Inara sleep, hair splayed across the pillows, make-up all but gone. Fine clothes strewn everywhere, lips still swollen. Kaylee smiles. Even out of her box, Inara is still perfect.
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Author: Angie
Site: Girlie Stuff
Fandom: Firefly
Summary: "Kaylee's sister had a doll"
Pairing: Kaylee/Inara
Rating: R
Word count: 200
*****
Kaylee’s sister had a doll. It wore red silk and its face was perfect white porcelain. The doll was kept in a box and never played with. Kaylee felt sorry for the doll. She didn’t think it could be much fun being perfect all the time. One day Kaylee took the doll out of its box. She mussed up its hair and loosened its dress. To this day she swears the scarlet lips turned up in a smile. She still remembers her sister hollering when she found out and the whupping her momma dished out. It was worth it.
She thinks of that doll sometimes. When she smudges Inara’s blood red lipstick with her thumb. When she unpins Inara’s hair, running her fingers through the dark tresses, letting them fall in wild waves around both of their faces. When her hands slip under Inara’s silk dress, rough hands pushing smooth cloth aside. When her teeth leave marks on Inara’s shoulder. When her lips sweetly bruise Inara’s.
She lies awake and watches Inara sleep, hair splayed across the pillows, make-up all but gone. Fine clothes strewn everywhere, lips still swollen. Kaylee smiles. Even out of her box, Inara is still perfect.
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Date: 2006-02-26 09:10 pm (UTC)