Sundown
Title: Sundown 1/?
Author: Alsunwunderland
Characters: Jayne/River, Kaylee/Simon, Mal/Inara
Disclaimer: Firefly/Serenity property of Joss Whedon.
Prompt: Fight
Timeline: 4 Months Post-BDM
Word Count: 200 Double Drabble
Author's Note: Concrit and feedback apreciated. Thank you very much.
Sundown
"Dirty pofu, Dirty CHOU SAN BA" Mal bellowed.
"The hell Mal’s on about at oh-dark-thirty?" Jayne grumbled and pulled River closer.
"The storm I’ve been dreaming about?" River reluctantly disentangled herself from Jayne’s arms.
"Go se! The one that’s on it’s way?"
"It’s here."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Kaylee and Simon were dozing comfortably when they heard the yelling.
"Ai ya, what the diyu is it now?" Simon sighed and snuggled into Kaylee’s back.
"Sweetie? What’s goin’ on?" Kaylee’s bottom wiggled against him in a very distracting way.
"Umm, I don’t know, but I think we should go check. My services as a doctor may be required."
"And you wanna know what’s goin’ on." Kaylee laughed.
"That too."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Jayne reached Inara’s shuttle first, dressed in sleeping pants, T-shirt, moccasins, and Vera. River was right behind him, wearing one of his black T-shirts that fit her like a dress over a sports bra and dancing shorts.
"This best be good," Jayne groused.
"Not good. Not good at all. Mal, bad in the Latin," River whispered.
Inara’s door opened, and Mal stumble-fell into the corridor, clad only in pajama pants.
"This is still my shuttle, and I’m telling you to get out." Inara’s face was pale and her voice was as cold and sharp as an icicle.
"Last time I checked, this was my boat, an' you're gettin' off at the next planet."
"I’ve paid my rent for the month." Inara tied the belt on her gold silk robe with shaky hands.
"I’ll leave your refund on your dresser. Believe that’s what you’re used to."
Inara’s hand moved like lightening and slapped Mal across the face. A fine line of blood trickled down his cheek where her ring had cut him.
Mal turned to Jayne and River with a vicious smirk. "Well, now," He drawled. "The Ambassador is leavin’ us, and my merc is humpin’ my eighteen-year-old pilot. Day just keeps gettin’ better an’ better."
"What?" Kaylee and Simon appeared at the end of the corridor. Kaylee ran to wrap her arms around Inara, and Simon ran to River.
"River, mei-mei?"
To be continued...
Author: Alsunwunderland
Characters: Jayne/River, Kaylee/Simon, Mal/Inara
Disclaimer: Firefly/Serenity property of Joss Whedon.
Prompt: Fight
Timeline: 4 Months Post-BDM
Word Count: 200 Double Drabble
Author's Note: Concrit and feedback apreciated. Thank you very much.
Sundown
"Dirty pofu, Dirty CHOU SAN BA" Mal bellowed.
"The hell Mal’s on about at oh-dark-thirty?" Jayne grumbled and pulled River closer.
"The storm I’ve been dreaming about?" River reluctantly disentangled herself from Jayne’s arms.
"Go se! The one that’s on it’s way?"
"It’s here."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Kaylee and Simon were dozing comfortably when they heard the yelling.
"Ai ya, what the diyu is it now?" Simon sighed and snuggled into Kaylee’s back.
"Sweetie? What’s goin’ on?" Kaylee’s bottom wiggled against him in a very distracting way.
"Umm, I don’t know, but I think we should go check. My services as a doctor may be required."
"And you wanna know what’s goin’ on." Kaylee laughed.
"That too."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Jayne reached Inara’s shuttle first, dressed in sleeping pants, T-shirt, moccasins, and Vera. River was right behind him, wearing one of his black T-shirts that fit her like a dress over a sports bra and dancing shorts.
"This best be good," Jayne groused.
"Not good. Not good at all. Mal, bad in the Latin," River whispered.
Inara’s door opened, and Mal stumble-fell into the corridor, clad only in pajama pants.
"This is still my shuttle, and I’m telling you to get out." Inara’s face was pale and her voice was as cold and sharp as an icicle.
"Last time I checked, this was my boat, an' you're gettin' off at the next planet."
"I’ve paid my rent for the month." Inara tied the belt on her gold silk robe with shaky hands.
"I’ll leave your refund on your dresser. Believe that’s what you’re used to."
Inara’s hand moved like lightening and slapped Mal across the face. A fine line of blood trickled down his cheek where her ring had cut him.
Mal turned to Jayne and River with a vicious smirk. "Well, now," He drawled. "The Ambassador is leavin’ us, and my merc is humpin’ my eighteen-year-old pilot. Day just keeps gettin’ better an’ better."
"What?" Kaylee and Simon appeared at the end of the corridor. Kaylee ran to wrap her arms around Inara, and Simon ran to River.
"River, mei-mei?"
To be continued...