[Fic] Used to it by now
Title: Used to it by now
Author: Karesu
Pairing/fandom: Jayne/Simon [Firefly]
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Not mine, isn't that sad?
Summary: It wasn't what his life had been before, but he figured he could get used to it
A/N: First Firefly fic, so please be nice to me. It's kind of short, sorry. Not beta'd- all the mistakes are mine.
There were things you got used to when you’re parents were wealthy and you hadn’t a care in the world. You could focus on your schooling and get yourself a respectable job and make a living just as lavish as your parents have. It was a cycle in the upper class- this carefree air that only got interrupted when you realized you weren’t as perfect as you once thought, but then you spent more money on covering up that fact.
The Tam children had been the same way. They had it all and they didn’t fret over where their next meal came from; the only thing that had ever worried them the possibility of somehow falling into the middle class.
But there were things that one got used to growing up that way, and it was a definite culture shock when everything got torn away from you.
A nice bed for instance.
Simon, in his first month on Serenity, has fallen off his small excuse for a cot an approximate 36 times. It had taken a month to register in his mind that he wasn’t back at home in his king sized bed that could easily fit four, maybe five, people in it But if you fall out of it enough times and get enough bruises you tend to quickly learn. You get used to it.
Actual food is another.
At home he and River enjoyed an array of different foods prepared by their family’s chef. He felt lucky to have tasted cuisine from all about the galaxy- even if at that point he thought he would never make it off the planet he called home. They were content with their diet, and reveled in the fancier dishes and desserts when it came to special occasions.
On the ship, however, what they had barely passed for food most of the time. But the people that ate it were glad for it- that meant they were still alive enough to eat. Plus, you appreciated actual bread and fruit when you could get it. It’s one thing Simon wish they had more of, and he even saw his sister stare at the slop longingly sometimes, but he knew keeping anything like that on the ship for long was a near impossibility. But now he could choke it down without gagging. He had gotten used to it.
One of the things he most longed for was his immunity back.
The more money you had, the more untouchable you became. Simon could have done nearly anything, shy of what he had actually done, and been under the protective umbrella of his parents influence. Scandal was always imminent in higher society, but the more you had to cover your ass the better off you were.
But that had all stopped when he had saved his sister. He was ‘stealing’ from the alliance and his parents couldn’t help him. People were one thing, government was something entirely different. He was a fugitive and was running to save his sister, but also himself. He was associating with criminals- and for some reason that didn’t irk him as much as it had in the past. So he put up with them, and figured out how to deal with it. It became second nature, he was used to it.
The last thing was having a love life.
If you were unfortunate enough not to grab the good genes from your parents, but ended up with their money anyway, having a love life wasn’t too difficult. People were attracted by money. This attraction is also where most of the scandal comes into play as well. I you were good looking and had the money [even better if you also had the prestigious job or were well on your way to getting it] women nearly throw themselves at your feet. This was what happened to Simon.
There was romance and finesse and silk clothing bought for the occasion. Wine was brought to a private room in the most expensive hotel- and for the rest of the night their soft curves reflected in the candle light. Everything about it was soft.
So when Simon found himself pushed up against the bulk head, trapped between it and the plains of a very male body- he wasn’t exactly sure what to do with himself. It was the middle of the night and Simon decided to stop pouring over River’s latest test results- instead wanting a good night’s sleep. That’s when he was pushed, Jayne grinning down at him as he pinned him there.
“Jayne, what on…” he didn’t get time to finish as the other’s hand clamped over his mouth while his lips descended on the good doctor’s neck. Simon shivered under the contact and even forgot that he should probably by struggling. A hand moved under the layers of Simon’s clothing and explored the plains of his chest.
When Jayne pulled back he still had that infuriating grin on his lips. “Ya know, Doc. You have a right ‘purtty mouth, but ya waste it too much on talkin’.”
It wasn’t like anything Simon had ever encountered before, strength and [dare he say] gentleness coming from Jayne. For once Simon didn’t have to be in control- he didn’t have to be the one that knew every little detail. Hell, he didn’t even have to think.
It wasn’t what his life had been before, but he figured he could get used to it.
Author: Karesu
Pairing/fandom: Jayne/Simon [Firefly]
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Not mine, isn't that sad?
Summary: It wasn't what his life had been before, but he figured he could get used to it
A/N: First Firefly fic, so please be nice to me. It's kind of short, sorry. Not beta'd- all the mistakes are mine.
There were things you got used to when you’re parents were wealthy and you hadn’t a care in the world. You could focus on your schooling and get yourself a respectable job and make a living just as lavish as your parents have. It was a cycle in the upper class- this carefree air that only got interrupted when you realized you weren’t as perfect as you once thought, but then you spent more money on covering up that fact.
The Tam children had been the same way. They had it all and they didn’t fret over where their next meal came from; the only thing that had ever worried them the possibility of somehow falling into the middle class.
But there were things that one got used to growing up that way, and it was a definite culture shock when everything got torn away from you.
A nice bed for instance.
Simon, in his first month on Serenity, has fallen off his small excuse for a cot an approximate 36 times. It had taken a month to register in his mind that he wasn’t back at home in his king sized bed that could easily fit four, maybe five, people in it But if you fall out of it enough times and get enough bruises you tend to quickly learn. You get used to it.
Actual food is another.
At home he and River enjoyed an array of different foods prepared by their family’s chef. He felt lucky to have tasted cuisine from all about the galaxy- even if at that point he thought he would never make it off the planet he called home. They were content with their diet, and reveled in the fancier dishes and desserts when it came to special occasions.
On the ship, however, what they had barely passed for food most of the time. But the people that ate it were glad for it- that meant they were still alive enough to eat. Plus, you appreciated actual bread and fruit when you could get it. It’s one thing Simon wish they had more of, and he even saw his sister stare at the slop longingly sometimes, but he knew keeping anything like that on the ship for long was a near impossibility. But now he could choke it down without gagging. He had gotten used to it.
One of the things he most longed for was his immunity back.
The more money you had, the more untouchable you became. Simon could have done nearly anything, shy of what he had actually done, and been under the protective umbrella of his parents influence. Scandal was always imminent in higher society, but the more you had to cover your ass the better off you were.
But that had all stopped when he had saved his sister. He was ‘stealing’ from the alliance and his parents couldn’t help him. People were one thing, government was something entirely different. He was a fugitive and was running to save his sister, but also himself. He was associating with criminals- and for some reason that didn’t irk him as much as it had in the past. So he put up with them, and figured out how to deal with it. It became second nature, he was used to it.
The last thing was having a love life.
If you were unfortunate enough not to grab the good genes from your parents, but ended up with their money anyway, having a love life wasn’t too difficult. People were attracted by money. This attraction is also where most of the scandal comes into play as well. I you were good looking and had the money [even better if you also had the prestigious job or were well on your way to getting it] women nearly throw themselves at your feet. This was what happened to Simon.
There was romance and finesse and silk clothing bought for the occasion. Wine was brought to a private room in the most expensive hotel- and for the rest of the night their soft curves reflected in the candle light. Everything about it was soft.
So when Simon found himself pushed up against the bulk head, trapped between it and the plains of a very male body- he wasn’t exactly sure what to do with himself. It was the middle of the night and Simon decided to stop pouring over River’s latest test results- instead wanting a good night’s sleep. That’s when he was pushed, Jayne grinning down at him as he pinned him there.
“Jayne, what on…” he didn’t get time to finish as the other’s hand clamped over his mouth while his lips descended on the good doctor’s neck. Simon shivered under the contact and even forgot that he should probably by struggling. A hand moved under the layers of Simon’s clothing and explored the plains of his chest.
When Jayne pulled back he still had that infuriating grin on his lips. “Ya know, Doc. You have a right ‘purtty mouth, but ya waste it too much on talkin’.”
It wasn’t like anything Simon had ever encountered before, strength and [dare he say] gentleness coming from Jayne. For once Simon didn’t have to be in control- he didn’t have to be the one that knew every little detail. Hell, he didn’t even have to think.
It wasn’t what his life had been before, but he figured he could get used to it.