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Title: The Tracker
Author:
damn_hero_zoe
Rating: PG
Pairing: Zoe/Jayne
A/N: I dunno why I'm so inspired lately, but I don't rightly care. I'd like to thank my muse for cooperating this past few days and
redmysticspyder and James Blunt for the inspiration... So here it is... I think I'm starting a series of facs/drabbles inspired by the fan mix I'm working on... We'll see how well that comes out...
He was tracking Mal Reynolds. At least that's what he told himself. That was before he saw her. Tall, exotic, sexy. Dark hair, curls tied back, exposing her face. She was a knock-out. And she had these long legs. He imagnined what she could do with those legs. He caught a whif of her on the wind and he growled. She smelt good.
He tracked them slowly. Marco wanted the cargo. Jayne wanted the woman. He watched them get the cargo. A man leered at her and she punched him in the face and brought her knee up to a more delicate area. Jayne grinned wildly. She's a fiesty one.
He blended into the background and watched them head back to the ship. A man with strawberry-blonde hair and a brightly colored shirt came out and she kissed him softly. Jayne's face fell. He'd never be with her. She didn't go for his type. She went for this goofy looking guy. So why did that bother him so much? He clentched his teeth and headed off to find Marco.
~*~
Jayne got to know Zoe over the years since that day and had long ago accepted the fact that he would never be with Zoe. He watched her with Wash, jealous a little, but he didn't tell anyone that. He had his whores. They were enough. Didn't matter to them that he pictured someone else writhing beneath him. Didn't matter to them if he screamed her name.
After Miranda, everything changed. She changed. He changed. Wash was gone. Jayne did his best, having grown so much. He protected the crew but he watched over Zoe especially. He didn't want anything to happen to her. Hell, he loved her even if she didn't feel the same.
One night, he was drinking alone in the galley. It had been a little over a year since they lost Wash and the Shephard. He was so angry. He gripped the bottle in his hands too tightly and it exploded. The next thing he knew, Zoe was there with a towel, picking out the large bits of glass.
They didn't say much as she led him down to the infirmary. She got what she needed and took care of his hands, military medical training being enough to clean and stitch his wounds. Her gentle fingers lingered on his hands. She looked up and him, dark eyes expressive.
"Why did you do that, Jayne?"
"Cuz." She looked at him like he was crazy. "Dun matter," he said, pushing off the table. "Not like no one cares or nuthin'"
"I care." She stood in front of him, blocking his exit. "You've been watching me, Jayne. I ain't blind."
"Zo', I--" She silenced him by placing her finger on his lips.
"Ain't saying it's a bad thing, Jayne. But I should thank you for it."
"Aww, ya dun gotta thank me fer nuthin'."
"Yes, I do, Jayne." She leaned up and her full lips were pressed softly against his. Jayne didn't know what to do. Slowly, cautiously, his hands rested gently on her waist. He must have been dreaming. She tasted like heaven as her tongue slowly worked it's way into his mouth. He pulled her close and felt her smile against his lips. She laughed.
"Wha's so funny?"
"Thought you didn't kiss on the mouth." She smiled up at him, eyes dancing.
"Well, fer you I'll make an exception." He pulled her tight against him and kissed her long and hard. So long as he wasn't dreaming, Jayne couldn't be happier. He pulled back slowly and hugged her tight, burying his face in her dark curls, breathing deep. She smelt even better in his arms.
Cross-posted to my journal,
mercandthemate, and
fanfic100....
Author:
damn_hero_zoe
Rating: PG
Pairing: Zoe/Jayne
A/N: I dunno why I'm so inspired lately, but I don't rightly care. I'd like to thank my muse for cooperating this past few days and
redmysticspyder and James Blunt for the inspiration... So here it is... I think I'm starting a series of facs/drabbles inspired by the fan mix I'm working on... We'll see how well that comes out...
He was tracking Mal Reynolds. At least that's what he told himself. That was before he saw her. Tall, exotic, sexy. Dark hair, curls tied back, exposing her face. She was a knock-out. And she had these long legs. He imagnined what she could do with those legs. He caught a whif of her on the wind and he growled. She smelt good.
He tracked them slowly. Marco wanted the cargo. Jayne wanted the woman. He watched them get the cargo. A man leered at her and she punched him in the face and brought her knee up to a more delicate area. Jayne grinned wildly. She's a fiesty one.
He blended into the background and watched them head back to the ship. A man with strawberry-blonde hair and a brightly colored shirt came out and she kissed him softly. Jayne's face fell. He'd never be with her. She didn't go for his type. She went for this goofy looking guy. So why did that bother him so much? He clentched his teeth and headed off to find Marco.
~*~
Jayne got to know Zoe over the years since that day and had long ago accepted the fact that he would never be with Zoe. He watched her with Wash, jealous a little, but he didn't tell anyone that. He had his whores. They were enough. Didn't matter to them that he pictured someone else writhing beneath him. Didn't matter to them if he screamed her name.
After Miranda, everything changed. She changed. He changed. Wash was gone. Jayne did his best, having grown so much. He protected the crew but he watched over Zoe especially. He didn't want anything to happen to her. Hell, he loved her even if she didn't feel the same.
One night, he was drinking alone in the galley. It had been a little over a year since they lost Wash and the Shephard. He was so angry. He gripped the bottle in his hands too tightly and it exploded. The next thing he knew, Zoe was there with a towel, picking out the large bits of glass.
They didn't say much as she led him down to the infirmary. She got what she needed and took care of his hands, military medical training being enough to clean and stitch his wounds. Her gentle fingers lingered on his hands. She looked up and him, dark eyes expressive.
"Why did you do that, Jayne?"
"Cuz." She looked at him like he was crazy. "Dun matter," he said, pushing off the table. "Not like no one cares or nuthin'"
"I care." She stood in front of him, blocking his exit. "You've been watching me, Jayne. I ain't blind."
"Zo', I--" She silenced him by placing her finger on his lips.
"Ain't saying it's a bad thing, Jayne. But I should thank you for it."
"Aww, ya dun gotta thank me fer nuthin'."
"Yes, I do, Jayne." She leaned up and her full lips were pressed softly against his. Jayne didn't know what to do. Slowly, cautiously, his hands rested gently on her waist. He must have been dreaming. She tasted like heaven as her tongue slowly worked it's way into his mouth. He pulled her close and felt her smile against his lips. She laughed.
"Wha's so funny?"
"Thought you didn't kiss on the mouth." She smiled up at him, eyes dancing.
"Well, fer you I'll make an exception." He pulled her tight against him and kissed her long and hard. So long as he wasn't dreaming, Jayne couldn't be happier. He pulled back slowly and hugged her tight, burying his face in her dark curls, breathing deep. She smelt even better in his arms.
Cross-posted to my journal,
mercandthemate, and
fanfic100....