Fiction: Firefly
Jan. 28th, 2006 11:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sparklebutchTitle: An Apple A Day
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: Jayne, Simon
Summary: Jayne chases skirts. Slash.
Rating: Adult like buttsex
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Jayne walks into the cargo bay, bored, and immediately gets unbored. There's a mighty fine piece of ass there in what looks like the skirt on one of them schoolgirls on one of the core planets, and the skirt rides up because the person's looking in some of the crates. Nothing in 'em but apples, kept in cooling to fence on the smaller, poorer moons, so Jayne don't mind about the ass and long smooth legs helping themselves to some of the loot. He's also surprisingly not bothered by the existence of said ass and legs on the ship while they're in deep space, even knowin' it ain't Kaylee or River or Inara or - heh - Zoe, 'cause none of 'em has that sort of skirt, and they're all asleep anyway. Everyone's asleep. It's just him and the legs, which now stand upright - skirt covers more, which is disappointing, but it gives Jayne a chance to see a back in a white fancy dress shirt, and a head of dark hair in pigtails. Makes him smile, the pigtails, makes the whole not-innocent thing look cuter. Whoever this is, she ain't innocent, not with the skirt that short. Hell, must cover less than two inches of thigh anyway. Jayne's still studying the legs very attentively, especially where they meet the skirt, and when the lady turns he doesn't bother to look up if no one's gonna make him.
"Uhm." The cough says he's busted, so Jayne looks a little bit higher up. He's focusing on the chest, 'cause that's usually a good part to be starin' at, only there ain't nothin' there. Well, obviously, not an invisible chest or nothin', just flat fancy white shirt buttoned all the way up, all stiff in a proper tie an' all, wide shoulders and no boobs. He stares some more, tryin' to figure it out. Then he gives up, looks up, finds the face.
"Hey Simon."
"Hey Jayne."
Doesn't strike him as all that odd that Simon would be wearing this, wanderin' the halls in the middle of their night, lookin' for apples. Seems perfectly in place. Jayne looks down again.
"Nice legs."
"Thank you."
"Nice ass, too." He expects some sort of fuming or some remark 'bout his heritage, genetic makeup and all-out behavior, but Simon just looks coy. Kinda like he does with Kaylee some times. Then he bites on the apple and stares directly at Jayne and suddenly he don't look so coy anymore. He runs a hand on the little skirt, smoothing it, and Jayne gulps.
"Hungry?" Simon says all amicable, and Jayne nods dumbly. "Let me get you one too."
Very deliberately, like some extra-expensive classy whore, Simon turns and bends into the crate again, slow-like, maybe searchin' for that apple or maybe just playin' with Jayne's mind. Jayne isn't sure. He's pretty sure that when the air left his lips it made some funny little noise. He's not a hundred percent sure on that neither, because he's way too busy looking at the legs going on tiptoes even though they don't need to, and the skirt rides up almost to where Jayne gets really interested in, but not quite. Plaid covers just - right - just - so - Jayne takes another step and helps himself - helps the skirt go that one more inch up, and one more, until he's got it flipped over Simon's back. For some reason, Simon doesn't object. Doesn't even stand up. Just sort of stays there, sways a little in place. Got white satin coverin' his round little ass, frilly lace around the edges, all smooth and sleek and slinky. Yeah, that's a good word. Slinky.
"I always thought it's my mouth you wanted," Simon remarks. The words take some time to sink in, but when they do, Jayne groans. Yeah, he always wanted that pretty mouth around his cock, whether Simon would be wearin' one of his suits or nothin' at all, but he never thought about something like this. Now he's got himself a problem. Simon on his knees, sucking his cock while he holds on to them pigtails? Or Simon still bent over the crate, and pounding into his little ass while the lace slides down his smooth, long legs? Jayne can't decide. He's also not sure if Simon's legs really are that smooth or just look it, so he runs his hands down the doc's thighs. And then up them again. And then down again. And then he fondles Simon's ass, just to make sure it's as firm under the satin as it looks. Yep, it is.
"Mouth," Jayne says very carefully, making sure he's saying all the words right, "later."
After having established his intents, he slips his fingers under the panties. High class, like Inara would probably have, makes sense Simon got a pair of those and not some cheap stuff, although since Simon doesn't make money off his nethers, maybe the thought process Jayne started with got lost on the way. All that's left is sensation; legs not so smooth, ass muscular like he's been workin' out, tight an' inviting. Jayne, bein' a polite boy an' all, goes with that invite, slips his thumb against Simon's hole. Little slut spreads his legs, movin' his ass right in front of Jayne's parts, so Jayne spanks him, just one open-hand slap to make him stop wrigglin' like that. Only it doesn't quite work. Just makes him wriggle more. So Jayne does the next logical thing, slides down on his knees, hands going down Simon's legs once more, and presses his face against Simon's warm skin.
When he licks at it, it twitches, and Simon moans real loud, sound echoing off metal walls in the large open room. A thought occurs to Jayne.
"Ever had that done to you?" he asks.
Simon chuckles. "What do you think?"
Jayne licks again, and again, then bites on one round cheek, then lets the tip of his tongue slip into Simon's body. He's gettin' all sorts of interesting noises in return. And more wiggling.
"I think that's a pretty little virgin ass," Jayne feels smug, "an' I think you're gonna like what I'm'na do to you."
That's the last thing he says for a long while, focusing on the not-talking bit, which is the bit he's better at. He's driving Simon crazy, but in the good way for a change, the way of lust and keening and pushin' back to Jayne's tongue. And then on his fingers, bucking wild and panting. And saying "Yes Jayne" and "Fuck me Jayne" a lot. Jayne spanks him one again, jus' to see what it does. Apparently it makes Simon stop talking for about ten seconds, and then he starts beggin'.
"Pretty little doc wants it up the ass," Jayne gets on his feet, grinning. "Not so condescending anymore, are ya."
Simon turns to him and smirks. "Maybe I was wrong. You can be trained," he says. Jayne wants to huff all offended, but he's distracted by the tasty. He'll growl about this later. Meantime, he wants to fuck.
Simon's all nice and loose, wet with spit, and Jayne pushes into him, holding onto a plaid-covered waist. It's still tight inside, but Simon lets him in, pushes back like he's got more experience at this than Jayne'd guessed. Jayne likes that. He starts to move.
"What's with the clothes," he asks, trying to distract himself from coming when Simon spreads his legs wider, hampered only by the panties at his ankles. The slutty schoolgirl thing looks powerful naughty on a grown man, even if it is pretty Doc.
"Don't you like it, Jayne?" Simon asks, and pushes back hard. Jayne groans and fucks him faster. Simon says it again, and again, with every thrust. "Don't you like it, Jayne? Don't you want it, Jayne?"
Jayne grunts and pushes harder into Simon, feeling the man tighten around his cock. He reaches forward, grabbin' onto Simon's pigtailed hair. He's ruttin' close.
"Don't you want it, Jayne? Don't you want to fuck me, Jayne? Jayne?"
He wakes with a roar, white pleasure in his brain that turns into wet sticky mess on his blanket. He opens his eyes.
"Jayne?"
Voice from the outside, warped by metal walls. Simon.
"Jayne?" and then to someone else, "The big idiot's probably drunk himself stupid. He's not answering. Do we really need him for this?"
"Just get him here," Mal says, and there are footsteps hurrying away. Jayne sits up gingerly. Outside, Simon's getting impatient.
"Jayne!"
[end]
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Melle said, Simon in pigtails, and possibly a schoolgirl uniform, and um. I'll be in my bunk. So it's her fault, for a change, that I put a poor man in a short skirt yet again. Not mine.
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: Jayne, Simon
Summary: Jayne chases skirts. Slash.
Rating: Adult like buttsex
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bubosquaredJayne walks into the cargo bay, bored, and immediately gets unbored. There's a mighty fine piece of ass there in what looks like the skirt on one of them schoolgirls on one of the core planets, and the skirt rides up because the person's looking in some of the crates. Nothing in 'em but apples, kept in cooling to fence on the smaller, poorer moons, so Jayne don't mind about the ass and long smooth legs helping themselves to some of the loot. He's also surprisingly not bothered by the existence of said ass and legs on the ship while they're in deep space, even knowin' it ain't Kaylee or River or Inara or - heh - Zoe, 'cause none of 'em has that sort of skirt, and they're all asleep anyway. Everyone's asleep. It's just him and the legs, which now stand upright - skirt covers more, which is disappointing, but it gives Jayne a chance to see a back in a white fancy dress shirt, and a head of dark hair in pigtails. Makes him smile, the pigtails, makes the whole not-innocent thing look cuter. Whoever this is, she ain't innocent, not with the skirt that short. Hell, must cover less than two inches of thigh anyway. Jayne's still studying the legs very attentively, especially where they meet the skirt, and when the lady turns he doesn't bother to look up if no one's gonna make him.
"Uhm." The cough says he's busted, so Jayne looks a little bit higher up. He's focusing on the chest, 'cause that's usually a good part to be starin' at, only there ain't nothin' there. Well, obviously, not an invisible chest or nothin', just flat fancy white shirt buttoned all the way up, all stiff in a proper tie an' all, wide shoulders and no boobs. He stares some more, tryin' to figure it out. Then he gives up, looks up, finds the face.
"Hey Simon."
"Hey Jayne."
Doesn't strike him as all that odd that Simon would be wearing this, wanderin' the halls in the middle of their night, lookin' for apples. Seems perfectly in place. Jayne looks down again.
"Nice legs."
"Thank you."
"Nice ass, too." He expects some sort of fuming or some remark 'bout his heritage, genetic makeup and all-out behavior, but Simon just looks coy. Kinda like he does with Kaylee some times. Then he bites on the apple and stares directly at Jayne and suddenly he don't look so coy anymore. He runs a hand on the little skirt, smoothing it, and Jayne gulps.
"Hungry?" Simon says all amicable, and Jayne nods dumbly. "Let me get you one too."
Very deliberately, like some extra-expensive classy whore, Simon turns and bends into the crate again, slow-like, maybe searchin' for that apple or maybe just playin' with Jayne's mind. Jayne isn't sure. He's pretty sure that when the air left his lips it made some funny little noise. He's not a hundred percent sure on that neither, because he's way too busy looking at the legs going on tiptoes even though they don't need to, and the skirt rides up almost to where Jayne gets really interested in, but not quite. Plaid covers just - right - just - so - Jayne takes another step and helps himself - helps the skirt go that one more inch up, and one more, until he's got it flipped over Simon's back. For some reason, Simon doesn't object. Doesn't even stand up. Just sort of stays there, sways a little in place. Got white satin coverin' his round little ass, frilly lace around the edges, all smooth and sleek and slinky. Yeah, that's a good word. Slinky.
"I always thought it's my mouth you wanted," Simon remarks. The words take some time to sink in, but when they do, Jayne groans. Yeah, he always wanted that pretty mouth around his cock, whether Simon would be wearin' one of his suits or nothin' at all, but he never thought about something like this. Now he's got himself a problem. Simon on his knees, sucking his cock while he holds on to them pigtails? Or Simon still bent over the crate, and pounding into his little ass while the lace slides down his smooth, long legs? Jayne can't decide. He's also not sure if Simon's legs really are that smooth or just look it, so he runs his hands down the doc's thighs. And then up them again. And then down again. And then he fondles Simon's ass, just to make sure it's as firm under the satin as it looks. Yep, it is.
"Mouth," Jayne says very carefully, making sure he's saying all the words right, "later."
After having established his intents, he slips his fingers under the panties. High class, like Inara would probably have, makes sense Simon got a pair of those and not some cheap stuff, although since Simon doesn't make money off his nethers, maybe the thought process Jayne started with got lost on the way. All that's left is sensation; legs not so smooth, ass muscular like he's been workin' out, tight an' inviting. Jayne, bein' a polite boy an' all, goes with that invite, slips his thumb against Simon's hole. Little slut spreads his legs, movin' his ass right in front of Jayne's parts, so Jayne spanks him, just one open-hand slap to make him stop wrigglin' like that. Only it doesn't quite work. Just makes him wriggle more. So Jayne does the next logical thing, slides down on his knees, hands going down Simon's legs once more, and presses his face against Simon's warm skin.
When he licks at it, it twitches, and Simon moans real loud, sound echoing off metal walls in the large open room. A thought occurs to Jayne.
"Ever had that done to you?" he asks.
Simon chuckles. "What do you think?"
Jayne licks again, and again, then bites on one round cheek, then lets the tip of his tongue slip into Simon's body. He's gettin' all sorts of interesting noises in return. And more wiggling.
"I think that's a pretty little virgin ass," Jayne feels smug, "an' I think you're gonna like what I'm'na do to you."
That's the last thing he says for a long while, focusing on the not-talking bit, which is the bit he's better at. He's driving Simon crazy, but in the good way for a change, the way of lust and keening and pushin' back to Jayne's tongue. And then on his fingers, bucking wild and panting. And saying "Yes Jayne" and "Fuck me Jayne" a lot. Jayne spanks him one again, jus' to see what it does. Apparently it makes Simon stop talking for about ten seconds, and then he starts beggin'.
"Pretty little doc wants it up the ass," Jayne gets on his feet, grinning. "Not so condescending anymore, are ya."
Simon turns to him and smirks. "Maybe I was wrong. You can be trained," he says. Jayne wants to huff all offended, but he's distracted by the tasty. He'll growl about this later. Meantime, he wants to fuck.
Simon's all nice and loose, wet with spit, and Jayne pushes into him, holding onto a plaid-covered waist. It's still tight inside, but Simon lets him in, pushes back like he's got more experience at this than Jayne'd guessed. Jayne likes that. He starts to move.
"What's with the clothes," he asks, trying to distract himself from coming when Simon spreads his legs wider, hampered only by the panties at his ankles. The slutty schoolgirl thing looks powerful naughty on a grown man, even if it is pretty Doc.
"Don't you like it, Jayne?" Simon asks, and pushes back hard. Jayne groans and fucks him faster. Simon says it again, and again, with every thrust. "Don't you like it, Jayne? Don't you want it, Jayne?"
Jayne grunts and pushes harder into Simon, feeling the man tighten around his cock. He reaches forward, grabbin' onto Simon's pigtailed hair. He's ruttin' close.
"Don't you want it, Jayne? Don't you want to fuck me, Jayne? Jayne?"
He wakes with a roar, white pleasure in his brain that turns into wet sticky mess on his blanket. He opens his eyes.
"Jayne?"
Voice from the outside, warped by metal walls. Simon.
"Jayne?" and then to someone else, "The big idiot's probably drunk himself stupid. He's not answering. Do we really need him for this?"
"Just get him here," Mal says, and there are footsteps hurrying away. Jayne sits up gingerly. Outside, Simon's getting impatient.
"Jayne!"
[end]
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Melle said, Simon in pigtails, and possibly a schoolgirl uniform, and um. I'll be in my bunk. So it's her fault, for a change, that I put a poor man in a short skirt yet again. Not mine.
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Date: 2006-01-28 09:45 pm (UTC)Jayne takes another step and helps himself - helps the skirt... lol, he's soo helpful...
And slinky...well, that seems actually a perfect Simon-ish ephithet!
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Date: 2006-01-28 10:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-28 11:57 pm (UTC)So, er, I suppose I shouldn't share this quote from Joss regarding Adam Baldwin and kilts, then?
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Date: 2006-01-29 02:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-29 02:04 am (UTC)YESPLISKTHX!
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Date: 2006-01-29 02:05 am (UTC)Glad to have caused that :)
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Date: 2006-01-29 08:43 am (UTC)That was awesome, and man, you make it sound just like it should with the accents and rhythm and everything!
*Is totally envious of your mad literary skillz*
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Date: 2006-01-29 06:33 pm (UTC)Glad I got the voices right, I wasn't so sure about it. You give happy warm words, for which I am thankful.
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Date: 2006-01-30 04:45 am (UTC)You kick ass!
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Date: 2006-01-30 08:18 pm (UTC)Thank you very much! :) Always good to inspire a happy visual place.
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Date: 2006-01-31 02:37 am (UTC)Happywarmyay! *snugs*
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Date: 2006-01-31 10:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-01 07:12 pm (UTC)The day SHE starts putting us in skirts though, is the day we're out of here. Somehow. I'll find a way...
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Date: 2006-02-02 05:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-05 07:21 pm (UTC)Who said I was afraid? I just don't understand this fetish you lot have for doing uncomfortable, humiliating things to us. Dressing us up in women's clothes, making us PREGNANT, turning us into animals (and women!), giving us drugs, forcing us to have public sex on alien altars...
"Ooh, look at Rodney McKay, foremost physicist and greatest genius in two galaxies, in a cute little mini-skirt and lace panties! Isn't he adorable! Don't you just want to squeeze him until he vomits?" Honestly, you're all deranged. And I'm convinced it's just to laugh at me. Well, laugh away, because once I've worked out the interface between this thing and YOUR reality, there are going to be some *changes* in fandom.
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Date: 2006-02-05 09:33 pm (UTC)By the way, on Simon and several others, people thought it was hot. If you assume people laugh at you, well dear, kind of your own issues projected there. Sorry 'bout that.
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Date: 2006-02-06 03:14 am (UTC)The fact that--what? No! Why would you think that? That's the second assumption you've made. Of course there's no reason for someone to feel humiliated if they *are* a woman; or if they want to be one! I don't have anything against transvestites, or transsexuals either! But how do you think you'd like it, being turned into something you're not, against your will? And people are laughing. I can read the story comments too, you know. I have no idea who Simon is and I'm sure he looks very fetching in a dress, but have you *seen* me? My build? My hairline? I'd be the laughing stock of... well, anywhere I can think of. The fact that you; all of you; think it's perfectly reasonable to treat us like this, as though we didn't have rights, just shows how noble and morally adjusted YOU are. I suppose you think that being held in a dungeon and treated as a sex slave and abused by aliens is all just a good bit of fun, too? At least the dragon has the grace to feel GUILTY for what she's put us through.
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Date: 2006-02-06 03:28 am (UTC)Re being turned into something I'm not - but see, in these stories, you most often *are* whatever it is they do. Writers are omnipotent like that. Yeah, I've seen your build and hairline, and I've seen people with much worse become very pretty and treated as very hot. Personally I am not forcing you into anything - just saying you might wanna test some things before deciding they're
evilnot for you.Going through angst and pain is a horrible part of everyone's lives; some of us just don't have aliens and dungeons in ours.
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Date: 2006-02-06 07:11 pm (UTC)You are assuming that because I don't want to be a woman, or pregnant, or an animal, that I think all of these things are bad in some way. That is really incredibly bad deductive reasoning. *I* do not want to be these things. Doesn't mean I don't LIKE them! I love women, and animals. Really not fond of kids though. And as it happens, I wouldn't mind seeing Major Sheppard... well, let's not go there. But he'd have to want it too, it wouldn't be sexy if he was forced. Lots of men wouldn't want to wear a dress, but if that makes us all bigots then there's not much we can discuss here, is there?
Re: Being turned into something I'm not *Holds out two fingers*
You're arguing with the wrong person, here. If you want to discuss characterisation, talk to Fledge. As far as I'm concerned, I'm me, and I'm very happy with myself, thank you, and I just happen to be a guy who doesn't like being messed with. I don't think that's unreasonable. And if we're quoting each other back and forth, Poor Simon, he gets nervous and jittery so easily. At least when ficcers abuse him. Hence this whole discussion. If this Simon of yours likes wearing little skirts, why do you call it abuse? There's no problem here, if the man wants it, it isn't harming anyone is it? And if Fledge writes me as someone who wants to wear a skirt, well, then it won't be *me*, will it; it'll be some other McKay, from some other quantum reality, and since there is an infinite number of them, I'm sure there are several McKays who like doing just that. There are probably lots of McKays who are straight, too. That's their affair, but it's not mine. You want to get it straight who you're talking to here--it's me, the muse, not some megalomaniac writer with power issues!
And finally, *holds up a third finger* Re: angst and pain *voice rises, going higher and more rapid with indignation* So what you're saying is that you writers have the right to mess with us just because you want to explore negative issues? That is so unfair! Did anybody ever think to ask *us*, the muses, how *we* feel about it?! No, you didn't, did you. You think you can do anything you want to us, and mould us to your specifications, and that we don't deserve any say in it. It's exploitation, pure and simple, and you can only get away with it because we don't have any real power, the only option left to us is protest. So excuse ME if I'm going to step in to save myself, and anyone else who isn't happy with their treatment in fiction, because if you want something different then you may as well write a McKay who's happy to lie down and let the Wraith suck his life out. And I'm sure people have. If Fledge wants that, then she can go get herself a different muse, because I'm not standing for it. And neither will Major Sheppard--either of him.
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Date: 2006-02-07 12:54 am (UTC)Finger 2: I don't know you. I can buy Simon wanting to wear a dress, secretly, but not so much openly, and it's much easier to buy Jayne wanting Simon to wear a dress. Again, don't know you.
Finger 3: Don't yell. I have muses much louder and scarier than you.
And a fourth finger, just for fun (don't worry, it won't turn into a fisting scene): You wanna take a deep breath and try to start over?
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Date: 2006-02-09 02:17 am (UTC)You assumed that I was denigrating women's clothing, at the very least, or you wouldn't have started this whole argument. And you said you thought 'much less of me', which I took to be because you had decided I was a misogynistic bigot, yes. If that wasn't what you meant, then what did you? And since you admit you don't know me, you can't expect to tell me I'm wrong, just because I don't want to do something, and get away with it.
And if you're threatening me, I know some scary people, too. I wouldn't advise it. *Tilts chin up imperiously, but clearly looks a little scared underneath the bluster--Rodney is not a fighting man*
We could possibly start over, if you agree that I'm not out to repudiate anyone's fashion sense or kink...
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Date: 2006-02-09 02:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-09 03:41 am (UTC)*Looks a little puzzled but also mollified; his mouth relaxes, so that instead of one lip curling in a sneer, it quirks downward in a somewhat bitter, vulnerable slant*
Well, I wasn't shouting--was I? Not exactly *shouting*, not *at you*, I mean, I wasn't trying to make some kind of a *point* by yelling, it's just something I do. When I'm trying to make myself understood. Which happens a lot. Must be something to do with the fact I'm a genius.
*Rolls his eyes at Shep*
Honestly, Major, did anybody ask you to intervene? We were being perfectly friendly, we were just having an intellectual discussion. I can see why perfectly rational debate might sound like fighting to a... a... military penguin, but there's no need to be so over-protective, I'm perfectly safe.
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Date: 2006-02-09 02:19 am (UTC)What about finding a nice piece of neutral territory to talk about? Ferris wheels--who likes those?
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Date: 2006-02-09 02:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-09 03:47 am (UTC)Not sure we've met, as such; I mean, I've seen you around; but I'm Shep, the ah... other one. We haven't actually talked, that was my twin. I know it gets confusing, sorry about that.
Don't mind Rodney *glances affectionately at McKay and ignores his insults* he's just really not a people person.
*Whispers out the corner of his mouth*
Never mind Ferris wheels; what about military penguins?
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Date: 2006-02-09 03:43 am (UTC)*Snorts*
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Date: 2009-01-26 01:28 pm (UTC)I kind of want to marry Jayne's subconscious here. And possibly see the look on Simon's face if he somehow finds out what he was doing in it. Firefly crossdressing FTW.
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Date: 2009-01-26 01:32 pm (UTC)