Firefly

Thirty-Four

A/N: Here ya go. A smuty flashback!

Boston QZ 2007

I was sitting on the couch, back against the arm, with my legs stretched out. I had a book in my hands, a book I couldn't seem to focus on. My mind was on the time and Joel was yet to be home. It was past curfew like four hours after curfew. He was outside the walls again. I was hoping he didn't bring Tess back here like he did when I first met her a year ago.

I sighed, closing the book, and sat it down on the table beside the couch. I swung my legs around, planting my feet on the floor, and stood up. Then I padded over to the window. Where our apartment was, you could see outside the walls of the QZ walls. The abandoned buildings that were slowly being taken over by nature, some of them leaning to the side from where they bombed. It was pitch black outside the walls.

Where there used to once be lights that filled the night sky was nothing but darkness. It was so eerie how dark and quiet it was. It's been four years since all this shit happened. Four years and it already looks like it's been longer than that. Shit happened so fast. It was like everything was fine one minute and then with a snap of your fingers and a blink of eyes the whole world was…gone.

I looked up at the sky only to see dark clouds and no stars. Drops of rain started to hit the window, slowly getting heavier until it was a full on downpour. A loud crack or thundered and a bright flash of lightning made me jump away from the window. "Fuck! Where the hell are you Joel?" Even though it had still been warm outside, the rain was cooling everything off. The only thing I had on was one of Joel's flannels, which was one of four. The man never had a big wardrobe.

I turned around when I heard the clicking of the lock and then the door swung open. Joel walked inside, shut, and locked the door. "It's about fukcing time!" He spun on his heel and let out a long sigh. "Jesus. What're you still doing awake?" He asked, setting his stuff down on the table. "Waiting for you. What happened? You said it wouldn't take you that long. That you weren't going too far outside the walls."

My mind was jumping to all kinds of assumptions, but I pushed them away. I didn't want to start a fight because of my insecurities. Joel sat down on one of the chairs at the table and began taking his boots off. "Ran into some trouble, that's all." He slipped one boot off and started on the other. "What kind of trouble? Are you okay? Are you hurt?" I asked.  He slipped his other boot off and set it beside the other. "No, I ain't hurt. Just some raiders. We took care of them. Come here," he said, holding his hand out.

I looked at his hand then up to his tired eyes. I walked forward and put my hand in his. He pulled me so I was standing between his legs, wrapped his arms around my waist, and pressed his forehead against my stomach. "Are you sure you're okay?" I asked, weaving my fingers through his hair. He hummed and looked up at me. "Yeah, I just missed you." His hands trailed down to rest on the back of my bare thighs.

I raised my eyebrow at him. "You're the one who didn't want me to go with you." Not when you have…" He jerked me forward until I was straddling his lap. "Don't even start with that shit." He pressed me down further onto his lap, pulling me closer so my chest was against his. He moved my hips back and forth. "I was distracted all fucking day because I couldn't stop thinking about you."

I gripped his shoulders and his hand ran under the flannel of his I was wearing, lifting it up enough so he could grope my ass. "Damn near got myself killed because all I could think was getting home and fucking that attitude you had this morning  out of you. I've been half hard all fucking day." His hand came down on my left ass cheek, making me yelp in surprise. I ground my hips down onto him, feeling his very hard erection through his jeans.