Firefly: Delicacy (River/Jayne, M)
Title: Delicacy
Author: Trialia
Fandom: Firefly
Rating: M
Word Count: 201
Character(s)/Pairing(s): unrequited River/Jayne
Beta: murphy987 and tjh102 ♥
Spoilers: N/A
Summary: [mmom day 18] She's always been curious.
She can hear him, when he's in his bunk, even from the other side of Serenity. Hear the people he envisions in his mind when he's pleasuring his body; he's not as rough and ready with that as one might expect, she notices.
She tastes the old-gold yellow of palm over penis as she listens to him.
For her, it's the scent of a waterfall in a burnt-out desert, the taste of violet and the sound of a sunset.
She knows that her comprehension is very different.
Normally, it's at what's known on the ship as daybreak that she knows he's doing this. She has his routine well memorised, as with all the other people on board. Knowing where everyone will be at a given time of the day helps her stay out of sight when she doesn't want to be found.
Sometimes, she wonders what it might be like to go to him. To walk, barefoot and silent, through Serenity late at night, when he's just fallen asleep; to let her dress fall, thin slide of cotton blue morning, and slide in beside him to wake him with a kiss.
She's always been curious, objectively, about how it could be.
-fin
Author: Trialia
Fandom: Firefly
Rating: M
Word Count: 201
Character(s)/Pairing(s): unrequited River/Jayne
Beta: murphy987 and tjh102 ♥
Spoilers: N/A
Summary: [mmom day 18] She's always been curious.
She can hear him, when he's in his bunk, even from the other side of Serenity. Hear the people he envisions in his mind when he's pleasuring his body; he's not as rough and ready with that as one might expect, she notices.
She tastes the old-gold yellow of palm over penis as she listens to him.
For her, it's the scent of a waterfall in a burnt-out desert, the taste of violet and the sound of a sunset.
She knows that her comprehension is very different.
Normally, it's at what's known on the ship as daybreak that she knows he's doing this. She has his routine well memorised, as with all the other people on board. Knowing where everyone will be at a given time of the day helps her stay out of sight when she doesn't want to be found.
Sometimes, she wonders what it might be like to go to him. To walk, barefoot and silent, through Serenity late at night, when he's just fallen asleep; to let her dress fall, thin slide of cotton blue morning, and slide in beside him to wake him with a kiss.
She's always been curious, objectively, about how it could be.
-fin