Kink Bingo: Temperature Play
Sep. 27th, 2012 10:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
escapedsnake911by: escapedsnake911
fandoms: Firefly
kinks: Temperature Play
title: Kelvin
pairing: River solo
rating: PG
summary/preview: She feels every degree on the ship.
content notes: None
People think that space is so cold. They associate cold with emptiness, think that when there is nothing there, there can be absolutely no heat, no human warmth, no warm and cuddly. But nothing lets something travel through it, with nothing for the something to defuse through. So space is very cold with bits of very hot in between it. Simon understands that on an information level, but he does not know what it feels like. His brain is too full of somethings for him to understand what impositions those somethings are when all you are dealing with is lots and lots of nothings.
When you have nothing, the something becomes bigger. Hotter.
Captain Bad burns at 310 Kelvin. My brother is 2 degrees colder, at 308. They warm each other up, but not much.
Kaylee, full of pink and color and fluffy dresses, is warm but not hot. 310.5 Kelvin. I want to sit by her like a cat by a fire, if there ever were such things, or if those are just fairy tales that people tell to fill their nothings.
The one in his bunk, cradling his metal woman and humming songs from an opium farm full of homey homes half-way across the verse, he burns hot. 312 Kelvin. I feel like I get a fever in my brain when I walk by him. So much heat, next to my bundle of nothing, I end up heated like the space by a sun.
I do not know if I like being hot.
The second, the perpetual second, so ready but unready to be in charge, the one who sleeps easier when she does not think but sleeps deeper when she does, she burns cold. 309 Kelvin.
Unless she is with her pilot, with their skin touching, then I swear that they could burn through the hull of this beautiful ship and leave up all gasping with empty lungs. Don’t they realize how much they are setting everyone’s skin on fire? Or am I the only one who burns?
It is not just the touching. The lady made of incense and stale perfume does not burn that hot, even when she is held in arms that wrap around her like snakes. She flares when she fights with the Bad, but goes cold in the end, and it leaves us all more comfortable with the chill.
The two of them, the pilot and his queen, they have some other kind of burning that lights every single one of my billions of nerve endings on fire when they look at each other, and I would use the fire extinguisher, but Simon yelled at me last time I did that. Like I said, he does not understand being nothing when something comes through.
Those are other people’s bunks, River, stay away from there, River, let them have their privacy, River, do not be so unsettling, River, you are fine, River, your hair is not on fire. It was last week, but that was a cooking accident, you are fine now, and why don’t you go listen to space through the walls of the ship? It will cool you down. It is unseemly for a young lady to be burning so hot.
Leave them to their assorted temperatures. You are too inconsistent for Kelvin.
fandoms: Firefly
kinks: Temperature Play
title: Kelvin
pairing: River solo
rating: PG
summary/preview: She feels every degree on the ship.
content notes: None
People think that space is so cold. They associate cold with emptiness, think that when there is nothing there, there can be absolutely no heat, no human warmth, no warm and cuddly. But nothing lets something travel through it, with nothing for the something to defuse through. So space is very cold with bits of very hot in between it. Simon understands that on an information level, but he does not know what it feels like. His brain is too full of somethings for him to understand what impositions those somethings are when all you are dealing with is lots and lots of nothings.
When you have nothing, the something becomes bigger. Hotter.
Captain Bad burns at 310 Kelvin. My brother is 2 degrees colder, at 308. They warm each other up, but not much.
Kaylee, full of pink and color and fluffy dresses, is warm but not hot. 310.5 Kelvin. I want to sit by her like a cat by a fire, if there ever were such things, or if those are just fairy tales that people tell to fill their nothings.
The one in his bunk, cradling his metal woman and humming songs from an opium farm full of homey homes half-way across the verse, he burns hot. 312 Kelvin. I feel like I get a fever in my brain when I walk by him. So much heat, next to my bundle of nothing, I end up heated like the space by a sun.
I do not know if I like being hot.
The second, the perpetual second, so ready but unready to be in charge, the one who sleeps easier when she does not think but sleeps deeper when she does, she burns cold. 309 Kelvin.
Unless she is with her pilot, with their skin touching, then I swear that they could burn through the hull of this beautiful ship and leave up all gasping with empty lungs. Don’t they realize how much they are setting everyone’s skin on fire? Or am I the only one who burns?
It is not just the touching. The lady made of incense and stale perfume does not burn that hot, even when she is held in arms that wrap around her like snakes. She flares when she fights with the Bad, but goes cold in the end, and it leaves us all more comfortable with the chill.
The two of them, the pilot and his queen, they have some other kind of burning that lights every single one of my billions of nerve endings on fire when they look at each other, and I would use the fire extinguisher, but Simon yelled at me last time I did that. Like I said, he does not understand being nothing when something comes through.
Those are other people’s bunks, River, stay away from there, River, let them have their privacy, River, do not be so unsettling, River, you are fine, River, your hair is not on fire. It was last week, but that was a cooking accident, you are fine now, and why don’t you go listen to space through the walls of the ship? It will cool you down. It is unseemly for a young lady to be burning so hot.
Leave them to their assorted temperatures. You are too inconsistent for Kelvin.
