Swollen

The title and lyrics are from a song by Bent, featuring vocalist Zoe Johnston, and remixed by Dusted.

The story was something that came to me while listening to the song, and I couldn't get it out of my head.

Regarding Firefly, all characters owned by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, yadda yadda yadda.

With you my darling

More peaceful inside

Don't need anything else to make me feel alive

And you electrify me

And I want to be

in your arms

for always

for always

She kept hearing the music, the tune that wouldn't leave her head. The rising of the strings, melodic words that didn't belong to her, but that fit nevertheless. She wondered if this was what going mad felt like.

She was aware of her body, legs entwined with his, her torso pressed up to him, arms gripping his chest and around his neck. One strong arm held her close to him. She felt his t-shirt, damp against her cheek. He was too warm. But her own blood felt like ice in her veins.

Her limbs were heavy, she wondered if it was her boots that weighted her to the earth. She was lying across him, she saw legs, feet, someone running towards them. She tried to hang on, gripped him tighter. But the black came, and they stole Christmas.

Earlier…

With you my darling

More peaceful inside

Don't need anything else to make me feel alive

And you electrify me

And I want to be

in your arms

for always

for always

He had rented a small room for a few days they were on the planet. They hardly left it. They were full of each other, overflowing with the sensations of being in love. One look, a gesture, and the world seemed to fall away. An accidental (or deliberate) touch, connected them to one another all over. They made love through the day; they lay in the bed together, talking about everything and anything that occurred to them. They laughed. She was happy, he loved her, she knew, she loved him too. Nothing like this had happened to either of them before. They were due, she thought. They somehow knew they were living on stolen t