Drabble: Jayne/River-Oasis
Title: Oasis
Author: Romanceguru
Disclaimer: Joss is the boss of me.
Rating: R. Nothing but bad, naughty things.
Characters: Jayne/River
Prompt: Against for firefly100
Word Count: 400
A/N: Unbetaed. I’ve always wanted to try second person narrative, so tada! Seriously though, I’ve been losing my urge to write more and more lately, and it’s rather depressing. Maybe a couple more drabbles and I can get back into the swing of things? Please tell me the magic isn’t gone! *hopes*
You’ve had enough. Hot is an understatement. The air is thick and suffocating, the kind that has you gasping for what‘s available, every swallow burning like ash. Serenity is broken; open and defenseless as she bakes in the mid-day sun. Three days of sitting and not a gorram lick of change.
To hell with it, with orders, and the feng pi chain of command, you think deliriously.
As you stumble off your sweaty mattress, boots hitting the ground, there’s enough sense left in you to grab your hat, gun and some coin as you head out of your bunk in search for a cool bar and a sobering drink. One more minute in this metal hell, and you’re gonna lose it worse than the Doc’s nut-job of a sister.
And just as you’re thinking it, she’s there in the corridor, nekkid as the day…well, that you first saw her. Except this time, it’s just you and her and your crude, good for nothing thoughts.
It’s delirium, you reason as you take in miles of pretty skin, she’s like a crazy oasis. Girl says something about the bodies natural coolant system, and for once, you think her brains are finally making sense.
Before you know it, you have her up against the wall, and it’s cooler than you’d thought it’d be. This, she says, is not conducive to the situation. You could give a good gorram, and as her legs wrap compliantly around your waist, you find, neither does she.
Curious, you steal a finger to where she’s open, wanting a preview of happy things to come. The heat envelopes, and for the first time all day, you welcome it. She matches your wicked grin with her own, and that’s when you know it, that’s she’s been there all along. A girl-shaped women, hiding beneath baggy clothes and a whole lot of trouble. Your pants drop.
“Jayne!”
That ain’t River calling your name.
“Jayne you better not have turned to maggots down there and ruined my now perfectly operational ship!”
Fuck. You’re not awake enough to wish it all weren’t a dream. You’ve never hated the captain more than you do right now. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Closing your eyes, you feel the cool air now, drying sweat to skin. It’s dark behind your eyelids, uneventful, and as hard as you try, there ain’t no way you’re getting any of it back.
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Author: Romanceguru
Disclaimer: Joss is the boss of me.
Rating: R. Nothing but bad, naughty things.
Characters: Jayne/River
Prompt: Against for firefly100
Word Count: 400
A/N: Unbetaed. I’ve always wanted to try second person narrative, so tada! Seriously though, I’ve been losing my urge to write more and more lately, and it’s rather depressing. Maybe a couple more drabbles and I can get back into the swing of things? Please tell me the magic isn’t gone! *hopes*
You’ve had enough. Hot is an understatement. The air is thick and suffocating, the kind that has you gasping for what‘s available, every swallow burning like ash. Serenity is broken; open and defenseless as she bakes in the mid-day sun. Three days of sitting and not a gorram lick of change.
To hell with it, with orders, and the feng pi chain of command, you think deliriously.
As you stumble off your sweaty mattress, boots hitting the ground, there’s enough sense left in you to grab your hat, gun and some coin as you head out of your bunk in search for a cool bar and a sobering drink. One more minute in this metal hell, and you’re gonna lose it worse than the Doc’s nut-job of a sister.
And just as you’re thinking it, she’s there in the corridor, nekkid as the day…well, that you first saw her. Except this time, it’s just you and her and your crude, good for nothing thoughts.
It’s delirium, you reason as you take in miles of pretty skin, she’s like a crazy oasis. Girl says something about the bodies natural coolant system, and for once, you think her brains are finally making sense.
Before you know it, you have her up against the wall, and it’s cooler than you’d thought it’d be. This, she says, is not conducive to the situation. You could give a good gorram, and as her legs wrap compliantly around your waist, you find, neither does she.
Curious, you steal a finger to where she’s open, wanting a preview of happy things to come. The heat envelopes, and for the first time all day, you welcome it. She matches your wicked grin with her own, and that’s when you know it, that’s she’s been there all along. A girl-shaped women, hiding beneath baggy clothes and a whole lot of trouble. Your pants drop.
“Jayne!”
That ain’t River calling your name.
“Jayne you better not have turned to maggots down there and ruined my now perfectly operational ship!”
Fuck. You’re not awake enough to wish it all weren’t a dream. You’ve never hated the captain more than you do right now. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Closing your eyes, you feel the cool air now, drying sweat to skin. It’s dark behind your eyelids, uneventful, and as hard as you try, there ain’t no way you’re getting any of it back.
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