It had been a few months since she had moved into the Firefly house, and she had been waiting for this moment ever since she had laid eyes on him.

That mysterious sinewy albino with long white hair. He was a grouchy son of a bitch, but he was gorgeous. The few times she had caught him laughing or smiling, her heart clenched. He was usually so sullen, so angry that she had never expected his smile to look like that. The way his cheeks rose to almost hide his eyes and the dimples on his cheeks. She had expected a cruel, chastising grin. But his smile was like an old friend's.

She hadn't been able to get close to Otis like she had the other member's of the Firefly family. He was too walled off. Too hard.

She knew he had been through hell recently- his wife had gone missing and been pronounced dead. No body had been found. He hadn't taken it well- She supposed, how could you ever take something like that well? But Baby said he had just recently started speaking again. And, from what she knew, he hadn't had a good childhood and still suffered from those scars, as well, and his wife had been the only one to really, truly heal him. And now she was gone.

But now, here she was. Sitting in an inconspicuous black van after they had robbed a convenience store together. He was counting money and she was watching him. Watching his lithe artist's fingers glide over the bills quickly, expertly. She watched his face- he had gotten up and shaved today, his cheeks smooth and soft. She wanted desperately to touch them. To kiss them.

"The fuck're you lookin' at, princess?" He asked, still not taking his eyes off of his hands.

"You."

"Why? Fuckin' want somethin'?"

She snarled at him, making him tear his eyes away from his hands long enough to see the glint of lust in her eyes.

"Fuckin' weird bitch..."

"I want that dirty mouth of yours on my pussy, is what I want."

Finally, she had his attention as he froze, contemplating for a moment before he smirked to himself.

"If you suck my dick first, I'll get you off like you never have before. If not, shut the fuck up."

"You promise?"

"I say what I mean." He met her eyes, smirking still. "Darlin'."

He squeaked as he felt her hand on his groin, massaging his balls. He tilted his head back and groaned, surprising himself at the noise. He felt his breath hitch in his throat as she unzipped his pants, pulling out his hardening member.

"Holy shit..." She murmured. "This looks fun."

Growling, he fisted her hair and shoved her face to his groin. "You better swallow, bitch."

She froze in awe for a moment. He had never touched her before. But his touch was warm and calloused, unsurprising for an artist who worked with his hands all day. God was he strong, too.

As she took him into her mouth, she heard him gasp in pleasure.

"Fuck..." He muttered, closing his eyes and relaxing his head against the rest of the seat.

As she pleasured him, she felt a gentle hand caress her hair, stroking softly. He was unnervingly quiet until he was close, only letting out a few soft whimpers before he groaned as he came.

"You gonna keep your promise?" She asked eagerly as he ventured one eye open.

"Go to the back of the van. Get naked. I'll be back in a second."

Giggling excitedly, she stripped herself and waited. Finally, he came back, shirtless and lay down on the floor.

"What're you waitin' for, princess? Come on and take a ride."

Straddling his face, she immediately shuddered when she came into contact with his lips, his hot breath pushing past them.

As he began to pleasure her with his tongue- exceedingly well, she might add, she felt herself let go, letting the sensations overtake her. She orgasmed with a shout, falling away from him as he lay still beside her.

"Guess you do keep your promises." she smirked.

"Yeah. Show you what else I can do."

As he fucked her, long and hard from behind, her mind wandered slightly. God, she had never expected her night to end up like this. Fucking none other than Otis B. Driftwood in the back of a get away van, being pounded into ruthlessly until she orgasmed twice, him three. She had expected a kiss, maybe. Perhaps a wry touch here and there. But not this. Oh god not this. She smiled to herself as she heard him cum that last time, falling on top of her back as he shuddered.

Once they had gathered themselves, they sat back in the cab of the van, him drinking a stolen beer and her smoking a cigarette.

"Otis..."

"What."

"Do you think I'm pretty...?"

He sighed, taking her in for a moment. Her cropped brown hair that reached her shoulders in choppy layers. Her sparkling green eyes. Her small frame and flat chest that was nothing like his Adi...

"What do you want, Maggie?" He asked, suddenly looking tired.

"I just asked a question. Just want an answer."

"Yeah, sure."

She wasn't sure if it was an answer or him blowing her off, but she took it.