BLUE SUN ROOM FAN FICTION - GENERAL

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Apple Pie
Wednesday, July 23, 2008

I'm back! Many many thanks to Phyrelight who provided a quite a few suggestions and helped me take this little fic beyond just scribblings on a scrap of paper. This takes place just after Heart of Gold but before Inara leaves the ship for the Training House.


CATEGORY: FICTION    TIMES READ: 2428    RATING: 8    SERIES: FIREFLY

Apple pie. Kaylee's craving for strawberries wasn't anything compared to Malcolm Reynold's similar longing for apple pie. Unlike Kaylee, he kept his desire to himself. It wasn't captain like to moon over food. Or so he told himself.

It was just any apple pie though, mind you, but a special one that his Ma used to make for Sunday dinner when the apples dropped from the trees in the grove down by the creek. She would bake it on Saturday mornings and leave it on the kitchen window sill to cool. The smell of the fresh baked pie would envelope the surrounding yard and if the wind was just right it would drift as far as the stables resulting in a unique combination of dust, sweat, and horse topped off by the spices of the apple pie.

Mal would have to be very careful when he passed that window sill on the way back into house. He learned the hard way that the pie wasn't to be touched. More than one time his Ma's hand had landed on his backside when he dared to stick a finger in pie as it sat mocking him as he went into the kitchen. He finally learned to steel himself as he passed it by and wait for it to appear with appropriate ceremony at the end of the meal.

Sundays would stretch forever as Mal waited . The Shepard's sermons were torture as he droned on and on. Mal would dance around as his Ma talked to the neighbors seemingly forever after the service. Finally it was back home, bolt down dinner and wait for the pie to appear. Then despite his efforts to savor every bite the pie it disappeared in record time every Sunday.

Despite devouring the pie as fast as he could the cinnamon would tickle his nose, the sweetness of the sugar would hit his tongue, followed by the tart firmness of the apples themselves. Then the crust would dissolve, blending the flavors perfectly in his mouth. Heaven in a crust was what he called it.

Those days were over now, with apples rare and apple pie nonexistent in the Black, but he held the memory close. Some times Inara would glide by wearing some sort of apply, spicy perfume. He wanted not to wait and to devour her immediately, smelling the cinnamon of her skin, the sweetness of her lips, the tart firmness of her arms around his chest all wrapped up in everything that was Inara, All of it blending with a kiss to her mouth. He was sure it was better than heaven.

But like the pie on the window sill of the kitchen back on Shadow, he purposely ignored her despite the overwhelming temptation lest he get a sound slap to his face. So he continued his dance, waiting for dinner to start. Some day, maybe it would end with apple pie.

COMMENTS

Wednesday, July 23, 2008 9:57 PM

JANE0904


One day ... Good story. Maybe a sequel with Inara actually baking (she is, after all, supposed to be trained in all the arts!) and it turning out to be apple pie?

Thursday, July 24, 2008 1:53 AM

PHYRELIGHT


Mmmm! Pie!

Thursday, July 24, 2008 2:16 AM

KATESFRIEND


Dang it, now I want pie! Nice analogy between his desire for pie and Inara, and how he controls his urges the same way. Well done!

Thursday, July 24, 2008 4:41 AM

ANGELLEMARCS


Very good. My Ma makes a killer apple pie so I know this craving. Not as good as Mal though for keeping it under wraps. :)

Thursday, July 24, 2008 12:33 PM

AMDOBELL


I absolutely loved the way you parallelled Mal's craving and love for apple pie with his feelings for Inara. Excellent! I surely wish we could make him a mighty fine pie. Ali D :~)
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Thursday, July 24, 2008 4:07 PM

MISSWHATSIS


Nice work and nice to have you back.


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