Bargain...
Title: Bargain
Prompt: None, this now strays away from the Firefly 100
Characters/Pairings: River, Jayne, pre-rayne. Rating: U
Wordcount: 600, obviously not a drabble but I wanted to keep some kind of link with the others so there is exactly 600.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not paid, don't sue.
Notes: There is now a definite sequence Keep, Caught, Dropping hints and Lost and Found come first in that order. This time the fairy tale is "Red Riding Hood." Not beta'd.
Bargain
Jayne hunched himself under the covers making his own fetid little cave, deeply thankful that Mal wasn’t going to need him for at least eight hours.
His stomach lurched and rolled, gaseous bodily effusions added depth and interest to the atmosphere in his bunk.
He froze as his hatch clicked open; wiggling his head out of the covers, he regarded the slim legs that climbed down the ladder through one bloodshot eye.
He groaned, “Can’t ya leave a man alone when he’s dyin’ crazy?”
River paused, considering him, “If death is a likely outcome of your condition perhaps I should fetch Simon.”
Jayne grumbled and hunched his head back under the blanket. Maybe if he ignored her she would go away.
There was the soft hush of fabric and the clink of something being set down. A new smell fought it’s way under the covers. His head popped out again. “’Zat Chicken soup?”
River nodded, “Yes, I have also brought corn bread and faux fruit juice with added vitamins.”
Jayne’s stomach rolled and grumbled, the idea of eating was both appealing and nauseating at once, but at least it would give him something to throw up.
He sat up, careful not to rattle his brain. “Give it here girly.”
River regarded him calmly, “On conditions.”
“What?” Jayne squinted at her warily; she seemed to be completely over her twitchy fit from outside the infirmary.
She dug in her pocked and produced a toothbrush and paste, “You must brush your teeth and submit to my experiment.
“I ain’t kissin’ ya, n’ that’s flat.” He rolled over sulkily.
He heard the chink of the bowl, “Then I shall remove the food, the pain relief and the anti-emetic, I know that you failed to find them in the Infirmary, Simon hid them.”
Jayne considered his options. With the amount he'd drunk the night before he would be upright by the time that Mal wanted him to stow cargo, but still suffering horribly. He rolled back over and gave her the dirtiest look he could muster. “Deal, but I ain’t kissing ya ‘less I see ya wash yer lips first.”
River rolled her eyes, “Indicative of Paranoia but acceptable. Sit up please.”
There was quiet for a while, other than the muted slurps of Jayne appreciating the food. Finally, he was finished and the meds were sitting nicely on top in his stomach.
He showed his appreciation with a rolling belch, hoping to drive the girl out of his bunk in a lather at his crudity.
She simply passed him the generously pasted toothbrush, a glass of water and a small bowl for spitting in. “Please clean your tongue as well.”
Jayne grumbled and complied watching her carefully as she scrubbed her lips with a damp cloth.
Eventually she took the bowl and brush from his hands, and set them down.
Jayne braced himself; the kiss when it came was just the gentlest brush of her lips, her palms cupping his face. It was a sweet thing and to his annoyance over too quickly.
River sat back on her heels thoughtfully. “Interesting, no noticeable transformation but a definite change.”
Jayne got fixated on her lips as she spoke, “Pleased ta hear it.” He shook himself, “Why ya wanna kiss me anyways?”
River shrugged and collected the dirty crockery and other trappings of her visit, “I am transfixed by your physical attributes, it is illogical but very biological. She looked at him thoughtfully, “Eye’s mouth, hair,” her eyes flickered downwards, “Other things too.” She got up and disappeared up the ladder, leaving him in squirming discomfort.
Prompt: None, this now strays away from the Firefly 100
Characters/Pairings: River, Jayne, pre-rayne. Rating: U
Wordcount: 600, obviously not a drabble but I wanted to keep some kind of link with the others so there is exactly 600.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not paid, don't sue.
Notes: There is now a definite sequence Keep, Caught, Dropping hints and Lost and Found come first in that order. This time the fairy tale is "Red Riding Hood." Not beta'd.
Bargain
Jayne hunched himself under the covers making his own fetid little cave, deeply thankful that Mal wasn’t going to need him for at least eight hours.
His stomach lurched and rolled, gaseous bodily effusions added depth and interest to the atmosphere in his bunk.
He froze as his hatch clicked open; wiggling his head out of the covers, he regarded the slim legs that climbed down the ladder through one bloodshot eye.
He groaned, “Can’t ya leave a man alone when he’s dyin’ crazy?”
River paused, considering him, “If death is a likely outcome of your condition perhaps I should fetch Simon.”
Jayne grumbled and hunched his head back under the blanket. Maybe if he ignored her she would go away.
There was the soft hush of fabric and the clink of something being set down. A new smell fought it’s way under the covers. His head popped out again. “’Zat Chicken soup?”
River nodded, “Yes, I have also brought corn bread and faux fruit juice with added vitamins.”
Jayne’s stomach rolled and grumbled, the idea of eating was both appealing and nauseating at once, but at least it would give him something to throw up.
He sat up, careful not to rattle his brain. “Give it here girly.”
River regarded him calmly, “On conditions.”
“What?” Jayne squinted at her warily; she seemed to be completely over her twitchy fit from outside the infirmary.
She dug in her pocked and produced a toothbrush and paste, “You must brush your teeth and submit to my experiment.
“I ain’t kissin’ ya, n’ that’s flat.” He rolled over sulkily.
He heard the chink of the bowl, “Then I shall remove the food, the pain relief and the anti-emetic, I know that you failed to find them in the Infirmary, Simon hid them.”
Jayne considered his options. With the amount he'd drunk the night before he would be upright by the time that Mal wanted him to stow cargo, but still suffering horribly. He rolled back over and gave her the dirtiest look he could muster. “Deal, but I ain’t kissing ya ‘less I see ya wash yer lips first.”
River rolled her eyes, “Indicative of Paranoia but acceptable. Sit up please.”
There was quiet for a while, other than the muted slurps of Jayne appreciating the food. Finally, he was finished and the meds were sitting nicely on top in his stomach.
He showed his appreciation with a rolling belch, hoping to drive the girl out of his bunk in a lather at his crudity.
She simply passed him the generously pasted toothbrush, a glass of water and a small bowl for spitting in. “Please clean your tongue as well.”
Jayne grumbled and complied watching her carefully as she scrubbed her lips with a damp cloth.
Eventually she took the bowl and brush from his hands, and set them down.
Jayne braced himself; the kiss when it came was just the gentlest brush of her lips, her palms cupping his face. It was a sweet thing and to his annoyance over too quickly.
River sat back on her heels thoughtfully. “Interesting, no noticeable transformation but a definite change.”
Jayne got fixated on her lips as she spoke, “Pleased ta hear it.” He shook himself, “Why ya wanna kiss me anyways?”
River shrugged and collected the dirty crockery and other trappings of her visit, “I am transfixed by your physical attributes, it is illogical but very biological. She looked at him thoughtfully, “Eye’s mouth, hair,” her eyes flickered downwards, “Other things too.” She got up and disappeared up the ladder, leaving him in squirming discomfort.