Title: Precision

Fandom: Firefly

Pairing: River/Kaylee

Author: Harper

Rating: PG

Archiving: This will be at www.realmoftheshadow.com/harper.htm with the rest of my drivel. Kim is kind enough to house it.

Disclaimers: I do not own them. I’m not making any money from this, and I hope the creators don’t get overly offended at my hi-jacking of their creations.

A/N: This is un-beta’d, so please ignore all mistakes. I’ve only seen Serenity and not any of the series, but I’ve read a lot of really good fanfic about the show. So, please bear that in mind if anything is off about this. Comments are always welcome, no matter the flavor. I’ll be at xfjnky2@yahoo.com.

River Tam gets under her skin. Then again, if she’s reading right the looks she keeps seeing Jayne send Simon’s way, she isn’t the only one having subcutaneous problems with the Tams. But her problem with River is different. Simon might be a tad odd, might be more trouble than he’s worth but she doesn’t know that. Her thoughts about Simon aren’t as clear-cut as she’d like for them to be but at least Simon has the cognitive capacity to consent to shenanigans, should he choose to so indulge. And Simon is appealing too, with his careful precision and cool eyes that hide his passion. She knows for a fact that his calmness drives Jayne crazy. Jayne is skin and violence and an abject lack of premeditation. He likes his problems straightforward and simple, as uncomplicated as he is.

Simon is complicated.

River is infinitely more complicated.

When she thinks of River, she sees those wide eyes looking up at her with trust, sees that dark hair spread out on her pillows. She hears nonsensical babbling that, for once, has a reason behind it. That reason being, of course, the flat width of Kaylee’s tongue pressing hard against her clit. River wouldn’t hide her passion. She wouldn’t know how, or possess the ability or the desire to do so. Her touches would lack precision, or at least that’s what Kaylee imagines, and that’s what would make them perfect. Perfect imprecision and chaos and a girl that would scream when she touched her, not caring that sound traveled through the walls like they were made of paper.

When River looks at her, normally hazy eyes for once filled with precision, she tries to ignore the shiver that races down her spine. Tries to forget that it’s impossible to hide anything from River, even if everything the girl learns maybe gets lost in a swirl of induced near insanity.

In the meantime, Kaylee waits. River knows what she wants, and that rarely there precision tells her that River wants it too. When her fractured mind tells her its okay, she has a feeling River will come to her. Until then, she’ll keep on dreaming.

The End