The Firefly's vs....the Mob?

Opening puffy eyes RJ blundered out of his room down the hall towards the bathroom. Along the way out of habit he checked Baby's room to make sure everything was all right (she was, after all, his little sister). The table lamp was still on as he peered in and saw Baby on her bed in the middle of a chick sandwich, all three dressed in sheer lacy nightgowns. Moon and Sandoz had their arms thrown across Baby, all three touching, blonde, brown and red hair in a tangled spill on the pillows. Shit. Now I have to go jack off, he thought.

Otis was laying awake in his room, his hands behind his head and staring up at the ceiling. Whimpering drifted from the far corner of the room. "Shut up, bitch!," he growled at the thin girl strapped to a wooden chair and gagged. She sobbed and subsided after a couple moments, afraid at what he might do. Otis was happy the ladies were back after their little excursion, and feeling frisky. Maybe he should show them the little ninny he'd caught, they might enjoy a bit of entertainment. God, the thoughts of them cutting and giggling was getting him hot....shaking his head he swung himself out of bed and approached his prisoner, rubbing his jaw. The pale wraith grinned devilishly and began tearing at her bonds and bloody clothes. Her muffled groans of pain and humilation went unnoticed in the sleeping household. RJ eventually took his frustrations out on the captive as well before the night was over.

Some others were lying awake that night, totally unrelated to the Fireflys but having an interest in them. It seems the Hawks had incurred the wrath of a particular organization when they killed a lowlife called Lonnie Berlucci, and they were plotting how to move against the unsuspecting hillbillies. In a hotel some 30 miles away they nested, completely unaccustomed to this rural setting but with more firepower than the state militia.
"Wanna go into town with me?," Rufus asked Sandoz, who was brushing her unruly hair in front of the mirror in her room. "I gotta get some more parts."

"Sure," she answered. "We were plannin' on going and getting some things ourselves. Be ready in a minute." RJ happily went down the hall. She reached for some lip gloss when she felt hands sliding from her hips up her sides, reaching her breasts and cupping them. "RJ!," she sputtered, twirling around--but the slim hands belonged to Otis. His pale eyes were dilated with desire.

"You didn't flinch," he observed; she had jumped mainly out of startlement. She truly wasn't afraid of him.

"What're you up to, Otis? I was getting ready to go with Moon--"

"How long has it been since you had a man?," he asked. His hands were on her again.

It had been several months, not that Sandoz had thought about it much. Until now. "None of your business!" She attempted to move around him and exit the room but he clutched her wrist and pulled her back, which took some effort since she wasn't much shorter than him and quite substantial. "I don't have time for this!," she spat, looking into his rugged face. He pressed his full lips against hers, sending a shockwave through her whole body. Summoning a last bit of willpower she pushed him away, trying to look stern. This seemed to anger him and he pounced on her, eliciting a small yelp from the redhead.

Moon was ready to go and went searching for Sandoz, wondering what the holdup was. It was a pain in the ass sometimes, but she'd never gotten around to getting her driver's license. "San," she spoke, approaching the woman's room. She heard sounds of a struggle, what was going on? She rushed into the room and was brought up short at the scene before her. Sandoz and Otis were locked together, attacking or kissing each other, Moon couldn't tell which. Could be both. They pushed each other from one side of the room to the other, knocking over an end table and groaning with exertion and/or desire. "Ah," went Moon, speechless.

"Hard to get bitch," he breathed.

"Fucking asshole," she replied, then slapped him. He hit her right in the face, she hit him back, then she was on him, kissing him passionately.

"Um," Moon gulped. Holy shit, she thought. She finally freed her feet from the floor and walked quickly back down the hall. She would let them finish beating the shit out of and making out with one another, then she...well, what should she do? Were they hooking up? Would San even want her around now? She suddenly felt very lonely.

A few moments later Sandoz made her way down stairs to where Moon was waiting. "When you get back, I got summin to show both you gals," Otis called, sounding extremely relaxed for once.

"What the hell was that all about?," Moon said tightly.

"I really don't know," Sandoz answered honestly. "I needed...the touch of a man, I guess. Why not someone we know and care about? And he has feelings, too, you know."

"You love him," Moon accused, trying to keep the hurt out of her tone.

Sandoz sighed. Yes, she was crazy about him, but didn't want to mess up things. "He loves you," she reminded the brunette.

Moon knew it, and was sorry how silly she sounded right now. They were both grown women, able to make their own decisions. "I just felt left out, that's all."

"You shoulda joined in," Sandoz joked, getting a smile from her companion. She hugged her, breathing in the familiar scent of the woman's dark hair. "We're the Hawks, remember? Nothin' will break us up!"