Fuck or Die: Sex Pollen

[wrongs]

Fuck Or Die

Sex Pollen Version----

(TRIGGER WARNING HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

The rules are simple.

1. Post character and preferences.
2. Tag others.
3. ???
4. Profit.
   
   You've been attacked by that darned Sex Pollen. One or both of you can be infected.
   One thing is clear, though. Anyone infected MUST FUCK.
   No other option.
   
   Have fun with that, kiddos!

Comments

Inara Serra || Firefly

[notanambassador]

Re: Inara Serra || Firefly

[komui_lee]

I think I've got a problem just a tiny bit worse than the forced kisses that other week.

Re: Inara Serra || Firefly

[notanambassador]

A tiny bit worse? What is Val forcing you to do now?

Re: Inara Serra || Firefly

[komui_lee]

Do you know those lovely flowers that she told us not to touch no matter what?

I touched one.

Re: Inara Serra || Firefly

[notanambassador]

Komui, you still haven't learned? Have you been poisoned? Do we need to take you to the medical center?

Re: Inara Serra || Firefly

[komui_lee]

Henry was going to eat it! I had to save her, but the plant got in the way. I swear it leapt at me!

[He rolls up his sleeve, to show a swollen, purplish area on his forearm. It's slowly spreading even as he speaks.]

It turns out the plant is exacting revenge on my ruining it's chances to scatter it's seed. I've got an hour left, according to Val, unless I manage to [Even he can't say this without looking incredibly pained] scatter mine instead.

Re: Inara Serra || Firefly

[notanambassador]

I don't think it's even possible for Henry to be poisoned, but what's done is done.

[She blinks, completely caught off guard by that one.]

So you need to have sex in the next hour or you will die because you touched the plants that we were told to stay away from and ruined it's chances to reproduce?

Re: Inara Serra || Firefly

[komui_lee]

...Yes

[Komui covers his face]

I thought I could scatter it by myself but that just made it grow faster!

If I die, tell Lenalee it was an engineering accident.

Re: Inara Serra || Firefly

[notanambassador]

[She really didn't want to know about him scattering his seed on his own, but that was beside the point. Inara sighed. It wasn't like it was actually much of a choice. She stepped to his side, linking her arm through his.]

I think we should go back to my place for tea.

Re: Inara Serra || Firefly

[komui_lee]

[Komui has the good grace to look sheepish as they start the walk to her apartment]

I'm sorry to have to thrust this on you so suddenly.

Re: Inara Serra || Firefly

[notanambassador]

Interesting choice of words, Komui.

[It's a bit of an awkward walk to her apartment. She takes a slow breath, calming herself down and letting herself slide into a mindset from her former life.]

Please come in. Would you like some tea before we begin?

Re: Inara Serra || Firefly

[komui_lee]

Maybe it wasn't the best turn of phrase...

[He settles on her sofa, toeing off his slippers and letting Henry out of his hat to play on the floor]

A small cup wouldn't go amiss.

Re: Inara Serra || Firefly

[notanambassador]

But it was certainly fitting.

[She left him to settle on her sofa while she turned on the kettle and rummaged in cupboards for teacups and tea.]

I have a nice blend that I find very relaxing. I think you'll enjoy it.

[canttakemysky]

[ Every planet that's been terraformed has its own little quirks. As for the particular backwoods moon on which Mal had been delivering some unspecified cargo? Aphrodisiac plants. Poisonous ones that could drive the mind mad with lust if certain urges were not fulfilled, but only in a small percentage of individuals. None of the crew seemed to be showing any signs of effect, and the job was done, so it was time to leave.

Unfortunately for Mal, even now that he's back on Serenity, a small bit of pollen that drifted onto his coat during his time planetside was enough to put him under the weather. And now, he's burning up with fever, a cold sweat forming on his forehead as he leans over the railing overlooking the cargo hold. The rest of the crew is either asleep or at their stations, but Mal forgets that Inara kind of sort of has to go through the cargo hold to get back to her shuttle anyway.

He mutters under his breath, fists tensing around the railing. ]

Zhè shì yī gè máfan de dàbiàn fēngbào.

[ He's very strongly considering making a trip to the medbay. He's convinced himself it's just a fever. That unnatural longing he's feeling? Simply pent-up frustration about the way things have been going recently. That's his story, and he's sticking to it. ]

[notanambassador]

[A late night cup of tea had been in order. The ship was quiet outside of the usual engine sounds, a comfort after this many months spent on the ship. It was like a heartbeat, letting her know that everything was well.

Her thoughts were far away as she stepped into the cargo hold. It took her a second to spot Mal, and another second to notice that things were off with the captain.]

Mal? Are you well?

[She walked over to him, reaching out to set a hand on his shoulder.]

[canttakemysky]

[ He was a bit startled at the sound of her voice, jerking up right and turning to face her. Of all the people to see when he was in this sort of condition - both the fact that the color was slowly leaving his face and that his mind was preoccupied with other things - it was especially damning that of all the people on the ship to find him, it had been Inara. He folded his arms over his chest, acting as if nothing were wrong. ]

Me? I'm fine. Shiny, even.

[ The hand on his shoulder, though a rather chaste gesture of concern, still caught his attention, and his gaze lowered to her slender fingers for a fraction of a second before he raised it again. Inwardly, his heart skipped a beat, and he tensed just ever so slightly, betraying his bald-faced lie. ]

[notanambassador]

[Inara didn't spend most of her life learning how to read people in order to believe something that poorly thought out or executed. One eyebrow tipped up, glancing over his pale, sweating form.]

Mal, you look ill. Do you need to see Simon?

[His eyes trailed over her and she almost pulled her hand off of his shoulder. That was not a look that Mal usually gave her, at least not when there was a chance she would catch him at it. His muscles tensed under her hand.]

There's no need to tough this out if you have the flu. At least go back to your bunk and rest.

[canttakemysky]

[ He swallowed hard, avoiding eye contact for a moment. Yes, a flu. It was just a flu. It had to be. What were the chances that the gorram planet would have gotten to him, after all? It was as simple as that. The fact that his mind was finding all sorts of creative uses for the catwalks and railings in the cargo hold right now had to be something else. ]

May just be I need some rest. With any luck, I'll sleep it off.

[ And on the off chance that it actually is the pollen... well, he's pretty sure Simon won't be able to do anything for him anyway.

...At least, not anything that Mal would particularly like. ]

[notanambassador]

[She reached up to set her hand on his face. He really was sick, his skin felt like it was on fire.]

You're burning up. If you're going to be stubborn and avoid Simon, we can at least go to the med bay and do something about your fever before you rest. I don't think it will help your career much if you let a fever do some damage to your reasoning.

[She always baited him, even when she was worried about him. It was just their way. He was so damn stubborn, he'd go collapse in his room and get worse instead of letting anyone see that he was sick. She would have to escort him to the med bay and to his bunk if she wanted to be sure he was actually going to take care of himself.]

[canttakemysky]

[ He damn near shivered when her hand touched his skin, his heart racing. Even he had to admit that something was wrong, even if he didn't know what. There would be plenty more opportunities to die in a stubborn and obstinate matter... Inara had a point, and one that he could not ignore any longer. ]

...Suppose you're right. We just got it stocked the other day... sure there's something there that'll be of use.

[ He didn't know how much more of the touching, innocent though it is, that he can take. When her hand had touched his shoulder, it felt as if every muscle in his body wanted to lunge for her. When she touched his face, it had been even worse. And it was becoming physically painful to resist those urges, more and more. ]

...You lead, I'll follow.

[notanambassador]

[If she didn't know better, she'd think Mal was losing his mind. His body telegraphed so much tension and it ramped up with any touch. He normally didn't mind a casual touch, so it set off alarms in her head.]

So you can bolt as soon as my back is turned? I think we can manage walking together across your ship.

[He seemed to be able to hold himself upright, so she didn't take his arm but instead stepped clear of the catwalk and waited for him, looking back over her shoulder.]

[canttakemysky]

[ He rolled his eyes, bolting the last thing on his mind... though she had every justification for insisting otherwise. He doubted that he'd make it five steps on his own now. ]

Suit yourself.

[ He walked to stairs and placed his hand on the railing, steadying his slightly shaky steps as he descended. His legs felt as weak as a kitten, and he there was an ache in his loins made only worse by the movement. ]

It ain't that I don't appreciate the concern. There's just more than a few things on my mind right now.

[ He almost immediately bit his lip shut. The less said about what was on his mind, the better. ]

[notanambassador]

I usually do.

[She tucked her skirt up so she could walk down the stairs with him, watching him in case she needed to catch him. Not that there was much chance of her slight form really stopping him from tumbling down the stairs, but she might be able to prevent a fall.]

More criminal escapades in the works, or something else?

[Small talk and banter kept things from being overly awkward while she basically escorted him to the med bay like a wayward child.]

[canttakemysky]

[ Criminal escapades? That was one way to put it. He was pretty sure that what was on his mind would break all sorts of guild regulations for her and more than a few of his own personal rules. ]

Something that's best not spoken of. Forget I said anything.

[ He would have been foolish to expect her to drop it so easily, but his hope was that if he stonewalled long enough, she'd lose interest. She didn't need to know his carnal urges... he wasn't one of her clients. It wasn't her responsibility.

Even if there was the ever-increasing possibility that those urges would be the end of him. ]

[notanambassador]

[The only person on the ship as stubborn as her captain was the Companion escorting him around.]

It's a little too late for that, Mal. Did something happen at your last meeting?

[He always worried her, and it was almost always legitimate. Self-sacrificing, foolish man. He drove her to distraction, always getting hurt because he was a criminal that wanted to do the right thing. Stabbed and shot constantly, it wasn't that hard to imagine that now he'd been poisoned and was trying to hide it.]