Just a moment I got in my head that wouldn't leave me alone. I hope it's a decent first stab at the Firefly fandom.
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Radio silence. Not even static dared to fill the air. Their breathing was tantric at best and non-existent at the worst. Lips met like two colliding stars lighting up the night sky in a fiery demise as they nearly consumed each other with the gnashing of teeth and warring of tongues. One rough hand untucked the cotton tails of her shirt and his palm smoothed over the silky skin where her back met her hips while the other got itself painfully tangled in her mess of raven curls. Her fingers had rested in shock against his ribcage in a fury of indecision – push him away or pull him ever closer. As his tongue worked a maneuver he had probably picked up from a consort she didn't want to think about, her heart made up her mind and she dug her nails into the shirt to pull him flush against her. Just as she stood on her toes to gain control of the moment, he pulled away so he wasn't touching her at all. While her brain was working to catch up with the moment, his smart ass was already talking, "I told you I could shut you up."