bah, I say! Bah, and humbug.

[angelgazing]

You know how there are days where you're just disappointed in the world? And you know you should know better, really, but for some reason you didn't, and they let you down again, of course, because that's what they do. And, oh my God, when did I turn into such a girl and why do I care and why do I always have to be the one who comes in last? It's not fair. I want it to be fair.


The world has disappointed me. Off with its head.

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[laurificus.livejournal.com]

*hugs* I'm taking its head as we speak. The world fears me, man.

You know what else fears me? Mal/Zoe/Wash. However, since the world has disappointed you:

Wash swears he'll kill Zoe, love of his life or not, as soon as he's solved this problem. And then he laughs awkwardly some more, not because he likes doing that sort of thing (who does?) but because Mal is standing in front of him wearing nothing but the skin he claims he was born in, and Wash doesn't think he was born in that skin at all, because there's no way his mother could have stood the obscene attractiveness of it.

"I, um, Serenity needs... There's... Oh my God, we're about to crash and die," he says, because Mal loves his ship, and distracting Mal seems good right about now. Kind of. If Wash doesn't want sex with Zoe and Mal tonight, which is fine, because Wash is sure he doesn't. At least, he doesn't want the Mal part of that equasion.

"I'm sure we can get through a little crash," Mal says, leaning back against the door jam, and there is no need for him to be stretching like that. "We've had bumpier rides."

And then he straightens up, stalks across the room, and lays sure hands on Wash's shoulders. "There's all sorts of rough ridin' we can be doin' tonight, though, if you'd rather. Personally, I'm hopin' you'd rather."

Zoe's soft laugh from across the room fills his ears, and mal's roaming fingers and searching tongue remove all power of reason he might ever have had. he gives in, pressing against Mal and moaning into his mouth, and he thinks that maybe he'll owe Zoe real good for this later.


Huh, turns out I write this a lot easier when I've been drinking. Interesting.

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

OMG I LOVE YOU LETS HAVE BABIES.

::heartsheartshearts::

Waaaaash!

::gets you drunk of cheap, cheap wine::

And, you know, THANK YOU. ::squees more::

[laurificus.livejournal.com]

Hee. You're welcome. I'm hoping that if I can just keep feeding you with tiny little ficlets, you'll never remember that I haven't ever written you an actual fic. My logic is unbeatable.

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

Now to be fair ficlets do eventually add up to real fic.

Which you should in no way take to mean that I'm not still waiting oh so patiently for the Mal/Wash/Zoe. Because I totally am. Really.

[musesfool.livejournal.com]

Whee! Excellent.

Yours is much better than mine. In mine, Mal's still sitting at the kitchen table. Sigh.

[laurificus.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

You know, I think Mal sitting at the table is still kind of sexy. I find the idea of Mal doing anything kind of sexy. This may say more about me than anything else, however.*G*

[musesfool.livejournal.com]

Well, yes, Mal is unbearably sexy, imo, so him just sitting at the table watching Jayne slurp down soup is kind of hot, but it kind of defeats my aim of getting him into bed with Wash and Zoe. Sigh.

[laurificus.livejournal.com]

Hmm, you do have a point there. I have the opposite problem, because while Mal seems only too willing to be naked, he also seems only to want the story to be about him and Wash. It's making writing the three of them difficult.

[musesfool.livejournal.com]

Huh. That is a puzzlement.

[danbi.livejournal.com]

I've had those days.

I say we punch the world in the nuts before decapitation. Add insult to injury, you know?

Yes.

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

You know, that is totally a plan I could get behind. What's the point of injury without insult when the world has treated us this way?

Perhaps we can also set it up to get anally raped by a band of one legged pirates with a very painful and itchy STD.

Because I can be sadistic when it suits me.