Think for yourself
Title: Think for yourself
Author: Alsunwunderland
Characters/Pairings: Mal/River (FO), Jayne/River
Disclaimer: firefly/Serenity property of Joss Whedon.
Rating: PG-13
Timeline: 4 Months Post-BDM
Word Count: 400 Quadruple Drabble
Think for yourself
River was lost in thought, but she still felt his approach. "Good Morning, Captain," River murmured without turning around.
"Mornin', li’l albatross." Mal yawned as he patted her shoulder and she fought not to flinch away from his touch.
"Anything goin' on I need to know 'bout?"
Besides the fact that I've fallen in love or at least lust with Jayne and if he doesn't notice me soon I may combust spontaneously?
"No, sir, nothing to report."
"Why's it so damn cold up here? Somethin' wrong with climate control?"
"I hadn't noticed. I've been researching fuel efficiency and expenditure."
"You’re lookin’ a mite peaked, ni zi." Mal put his hand on her forehead, and this time she did flinch from the unwelcome sense memory of where his hands-and lips-had been less than an hour ago.
"Maybe you should stop by the infirmary . . . "
"No!" River quickly amended her tone at Mal’s raised eyebrow. "I am simply tired. I wish to retire to my bunk."
"Fair enough. Your shifts’ over. Off time is your own." His tone was half dismissive, half worried.
"Xie-xie, Captain." River departed as quickly as could without arousing any more suspicion.
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Exhausted as she was, she nearly walked into Jayne when she detoured through the Mess in search of sustenance.
"You an’ I need to have a conversation, Moony." He stood by the table with his arms crossed over his chest. She could hear and feel his anger.
"No, we really don’t." She refused to meet his eyes as she stalked around him. Why in all the seven hells should he be angry?
"Hey! I’m talkin’ at ya! Mebbe yer forgettin’ who ran outta whose bunk last week . . . "
She tried to ignore him as she grabbed a vitamin water and a protein bar from her food locker.
"I’m thinkin’ that you..."
Jayne found himself against the wall, her small hands gripping his wrists, her boobs and nethers and other body parts smashed against his. Maybehaps, River could read minds, but he could read bodies, and he could feel the heat and the want and the tension rolling off her in waves.
"You can barely think for yourself. Do not ever presume to think for me, ape-man," she hissed as she pressed against him, her face inches from his, her eyes dark and furious as blackrock.
Jayne would have found this arousing under other circumstances, but, who was he kidding? This was as hot as hell. The Special Hell he would be burning in forever and a day if leaned down and kissed her.
Author: Alsunwunderland
Characters/Pairings: Mal/River (FO), Jayne/River
Disclaimer: firefly/Serenity property of Joss Whedon.
Rating: PG-13
Timeline: 4 Months Post-BDM
Word Count: 400 Quadruple Drabble
Think for yourself
River was lost in thought, but she still felt his approach. "Good Morning, Captain," River murmured without turning around.
"Mornin', li’l albatross." Mal yawned as he patted her shoulder and she fought not to flinch away from his touch.
"Anything goin' on I need to know 'bout?"
Besides the fact that I've fallen in love or at least lust with Jayne and if he doesn't notice me soon I may combust spontaneously?
"No, sir, nothing to report."
"Why's it so damn cold up here? Somethin' wrong with climate control?"
"I hadn't noticed. I've been researching fuel efficiency and expenditure."
"You’re lookin’ a mite peaked, ni zi." Mal put his hand on her forehead, and this time she did flinch from the unwelcome sense memory of where his hands-and lips-had been less than an hour ago.
"Maybe you should stop by the infirmary . . . "
"No!" River quickly amended her tone at Mal’s raised eyebrow. "I am simply tired. I wish to retire to my bunk."
"Fair enough. Your shifts’ over. Off time is your own." His tone was half dismissive, half worried.
"Xie-xie, Captain." River departed as quickly as could without arousing any more suspicion.
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Exhausted as she was, she nearly walked into Jayne when she detoured through the Mess in search of sustenance.
"You an’ I need to have a conversation, Moony." He stood by the table with his arms crossed over his chest. She could hear and feel his anger.
"No, we really don’t." She refused to meet his eyes as she stalked around him. Why in all the seven hells should he be angry?
"Hey! I’m talkin’ at ya! Mebbe yer forgettin’ who ran outta whose bunk last week . . . "
She tried to ignore him as she grabbed a vitamin water and a protein bar from her food locker.
"I’m thinkin’ that you..."
Jayne found himself against the wall, her small hands gripping his wrists, her boobs and nethers and other body parts smashed against his. Maybehaps, River could read minds, but he could read bodies, and he could feel the heat and the want and the tension rolling off her in waves.
"You can barely think for yourself. Do not ever presume to think for me, ape-man," she hissed as she pressed against him, her face inches from his, her eyes dark and furious as blackrock.
Jayne would have found this arousing under other circumstances, but, who was he kidding? This was as hot as hell. The Special Hell he would be burning in forever and a day if leaned down and kissed her.