Tricks...and sweet treats
And now I have written my first 'short' fic...ever. I am so proud of myself...*grins like kid with pigtails and shiney Mary Jane shoes.
So purrty....
Title: Tricks…and Treats
Author: Niz4
Email: nimitz4@hotmail.com
Summary: “I ain’t blushing! Jayne Cobb. Doesn’t. Blush. Dong ma?!”
Rating: PG13
Characters: River / Jayne
Pairing: Rayne - Het
Disclaimer: Sadly it is not mine…all I own is the lust.
Feedback: It gives me the happy…
Tricks…and Treats
This weight is heavy. The strain extends down your arms, across your chest and back, and you feel the shift, the push/slide of muscles as they engage, as you lift the bar up and over your head. Once, twice…counting the thrusts silently in your head...
“I could have taken you. You just caught me by surprise is all...”
You know without looking that her eyes are upon you - you can feel it, these sun-light eyes of hers on your skin. You grit your teeth against the effort of this movement and trying to maintain the conversation. Short breaths, a shallow in and out…
“I wasn’t expecting you to go all…” you search for an adequate description “…xiong can sha shou on me.”
Her eyes flick across to your face - she pretends to be scandalized, but you note how the brown warms with amusement. “Bite your tongue…”
And then, the wide open grin and laughter, “Heee, I like that…”
“Yeah, well…just cos you got the better of me that one time…”
You see her smirk.
“Ok…twice! Only twice! Just remember, I still got a few tricks up my sleeve…”
And you lower the weight bar back onto the stand above, sit up to face her. She stares back, serene porcelain face and the hint of a smile in one corner of her mouth.
You let your eyes run over her, and it’s nice. She paints a pretty picture, this girl - a portrait of sweetness and light…
Except for her eyes…they don’t match this setting.
For just a moment, you feel those dark eyes slide across your bare shoulders, and they measure you, pound for pound, every square inch of flesh. They drag against you, mark a slow deliberate path down the length of your arms, your hands, your fingertips - and then dart back up to lock with yours.
Her voice is a low hot tease.
“But…your arms are bare, no sleeves to hide your tricks in.”
And the look she gives you, punches you low in your belly, makes time slow - seems like your heart takes an extra count to make its beat.
You blink…
When your eyes reopen it’s like she’s whitewashed the canvas - only polite brown, warm with interest catch your own. For a few seconds you can’t trust yourself to speak - your mind is in a shambles, like so much blown away straw and hay …
Several seconds pass before you manage to open your mouth, to say something, and your voice stumbles over itself - comes out gruff and dry…
“Yeah…well. I got tricks.”
She says nothing, but those sharp button eyes study you with an intense focus…
And this is…strange. You have a distinct feeling that somehow, you have fallen seriously out of your depth. Bewildered, you cast about for some way to change ‘this’, whatever this is - but you’ve taken the wrong path, and there aren’t any sign posts to offer guidance.
And now it’s uncomfortable…this silence, and being the centre of so much attention. You feel your face prickle…heat rising on your cheeks.
A soft smile breaks across her face, spreads wide, her voice rising with surprised delight. “Well now, that’s intriguing…”
And now you have a sense of dread, because you have a growing suspicion about what it is that she’s so interested in. You get up from the bench, reach for your towel, raise it up to your hot skin.
”What?! Quit staring at me!”
She follows - reaches for the towel, tries to pull it away from your face.
“Are you…?”
You bat her hands away.
“What?! Get off…”
“I need to see this…oh my. You are! Jayne Cobb…is blushing! Never in a million years…”
You grab her hand to stop her from tugging at the towel, glare at her and growl.
“I ain’t blushing! Jayne Cobb. Doesn’t. Blush. Dong ma?!”
She’s trying to stifle her giggles, nods at you.
“Sure Jayne…”
“It ain’t manly!”
“Ok…ok! You don’t blush…my mistake.” Her free hand raised in acquiescence.
You can see her biting her lip to stop more giggles, and you hold the glare for a few seconds longer, as she tries to compose herself.
Her hand is soft in yours - soft and warm, and you have a sudden urge to run your thumb over this skin, feel it give beneath you. Your eyes slide down to study this delicate bird hand that you’re holding, to watch your fingers on this pale skin…and you feel her still before you.
You look up into wide dark eyes - and you both stare. Blue on brown, unblinking for unknown seconds, as the ship drops away from around you, as the sound around you is diminished, it dulls. You both jump at the voice when it comes…
“River - your brother is looking for you. Best you get on your way to helping him find you.”
She snatches her hand free from yours and glances up at Mal standing on the walkway above, looking down - nods her head, darts for the stairs. You watch her go, her bare feet carrying her up, up the stairs - see her rubbing the top of the hand you were holding with her fingers, a distracted stroking, a cautious testing with her fingertips.
And you don’t need to look up to know that he’s still standing there - waiting.
“Jayne?”
“Yes Mal?”
“Am I about to have problems because of you?”
There’s an unspoken question and warning in his tone - it snaps and crackles beneath the words.
“No Mal…”
“Good, because you know how I dislike problems…they disturb my calm, as you like to say.”
And it’s a little disgusting that Mal would be thinking such thoughts about this kind of thing. It ain’t right…she’s a girl…and well, it ain’t right.
“Well…there ain’t no problem, so you can quit fussin’ about nothing.”
“Good. Let’s keep it that way…”
He leaves and you turn back to the weights bench - start loading more weight, because you have a sudden need to lift heavy things.
To sweat a little more…
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Translation:
Dong ma = understand
Xiong can sha shou = arse kicking killer
So purrty....
Title: Tricks…and Treats
Author: Niz4
Email: nimitz4@hotmail.com
Summary: “I ain’t blushing! Jayne Cobb. Doesn’t. Blush. Dong ma?!”
Rating: PG13
Characters: River / Jayne
Pairing: Rayne - Het
Disclaimer: Sadly it is not mine…all I own is the lust.
Feedback: It gives me the happy…
Tricks…and Treats
This weight is heavy. The strain extends down your arms, across your chest and back, and you feel the shift, the push/slide of muscles as they engage, as you lift the bar up and over your head. Once, twice…counting the thrusts silently in your head...
“I could have taken you. You just caught me by surprise is all...”
You know without looking that her eyes are upon you - you can feel it, these sun-light eyes of hers on your skin. You grit your teeth against the effort of this movement and trying to maintain the conversation. Short breaths, a shallow in and out…
“I wasn’t expecting you to go all…” you search for an adequate description “…xiong can sha shou on me.”
Her eyes flick across to your face - she pretends to be scandalized, but you note how the brown warms with amusement. “Bite your tongue…”
And then, the wide open grin and laughter, “Heee, I like that…”
“Yeah, well…just cos you got the better of me that one time…”
You see her smirk.
“Ok…twice! Only twice! Just remember, I still got a few tricks up my sleeve…”
And you lower the weight bar back onto the stand above, sit up to face her. She stares back, serene porcelain face and the hint of a smile in one corner of her mouth.
You let your eyes run over her, and it’s nice. She paints a pretty picture, this girl - a portrait of sweetness and light…
Except for her eyes…they don’t match this setting.
For just a moment, you feel those dark eyes slide across your bare shoulders, and they measure you, pound for pound, every square inch of flesh. They drag against you, mark a slow deliberate path down the length of your arms, your hands, your fingertips - and then dart back up to lock with yours.
Her voice is a low hot tease.
“But…your arms are bare, no sleeves to hide your tricks in.”
And the look she gives you, punches you low in your belly, makes time slow - seems like your heart takes an extra count to make its beat.
You blink…
When your eyes reopen it’s like she’s whitewashed the canvas - only polite brown, warm with interest catch your own. For a few seconds you can’t trust yourself to speak - your mind is in a shambles, like so much blown away straw and hay …
Several seconds pass before you manage to open your mouth, to say something, and your voice stumbles over itself - comes out gruff and dry…
“Yeah…well. I got tricks.”
She says nothing, but those sharp button eyes study you with an intense focus…
And this is…strange. You have a distinct feeling that somehow, you have fallen seriously out of your depth. Bewildered, you cast about for some way to change ‘this’, whatever this is - but you’ve taken the wrong path, and there aren’t any sign posts to offer guidance.
And now it’s uncomfortable…this silence, and being the centre of so much attention. You feel your face prickle…heat rising on your cheeks.
A soft smile breaks across her face, spreads wide, her voice rising with surprised delight. “Well now, that’s intriguing…”
And now you have a sense of dread, because you have a growing suspicion about what it is that she’s so interested in. You get up from the bench, reach for your towel, raise it up to your hot skin.
”What?! Quit staring at me!”
She follows - reaches for the towel, tries to pull it away from your face.
“Are you…?”
You bat her hands away.
“What?! Get off…”
“I need to see this…oh my. You are! Jayne Cobb…is blushing! Never in a million years…”
You grab her hand to stop her from tugging at the towel, glare at her and growl.
“I ain’t blushing! Jayne Cobb. Doesn’t. Blush. Dong ma?!”
She’s trying to stifle her giggles, nods at you.
“Sure Jayne…”
“It ain’t manly!”
“Ok…ok! You don’t blush…my mistake.” Her free hand raised in acquiescence.
You can see her biting her lip to stop more giggles, and you hold the glare for a few seconds longer, as she tries to compose herself.
Her hand is soft in yours - soft and warm, and you have a sudden urge to run your thumb over this skin, feel it give beneath you. Your eyes slide down to study this delicate bird hand that you’re holding, to watch your fingers on this pale skin…and you feel her still before you.
You look up into wide dark eyes - and you both stare. Blue on brown, unblinking for unknown seconds, as the ship drops away from around you, as the sound around you is diminished, it dulls. You both jump at the voice when it comes…
“River - your brother is looking for you. Best you get on your way to helping him find you.”
She snatches her hand free from yours and glances up at Mal standing on the walkway above, looking down - nods her head, darts for the stairs. You watch her go, her bare feet carrying her up, up the stairs - see her rubbing the top of the hand you were holding with her fingers, a distracted stroking, a cautious testing with her fingertips.
And you don’t need to look up to know that he’s still standing there - waiting.
“Jayne?”
“Yes Mal?”
“Am I about to have problems because of you?”
There’s an unspoken question and warning in his tone - it snaps and crackles beneath the words.
“No Mal…”
“Good, because you know how I dislike problems…they disturb my calm, as you like to say.”
And it’s a little disgusting that Mal would be thinking such thoughts about this kind of thing. It ain’t right…she’s a girl…and well, it ain’t right.
“Well…there ain’t no problem, so you can quit fussin’ about nothing.”
“Good. Let’s keep it that way…”
He leaves and you turn back to the weights bench - start loading more weight, because you have a sudden need to lift heavy things.
To sweat a little more…
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Translation:
Dong ma = understand
Xiong can sha shou = arse kicking killer