Jayne/Illyria Drabble
Title: Restless
Author: Romanceguru
Disclaimer: Joss is the boss of me.
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Firefly/Angel
Characters/Pairings: Jayne/Illyria
Prompt: “Wicked” for xfirefly9x’s prompt-a-thon.
Summary: Jayne asks Illyria out.
Timeline: Post BDM.
Words: 300
A/N: Unbetaed. What could these two possibly have in common? *snicker* Oh, and did I mention that I adore Illyria?! After finishing Angel it‘s official. So, shall I continue?
With blood still crusted under his fingernails, Jayne gripped the stirrups firmly as he pulled himself up, grunting out reps in an attempt to burn away the excess; leftovers from a brawl that had ended much too quickly. Between killer-girl and wacky-blue, he hardly ever got any play these days.
After several sets, Jayne dropped back down to the ground with a thud. Grabbing his towel from the bench, he wiped the thin sheen of perspiration from his face and neck, still feeling restless. Even with the cargo bay doors open, the ship felt small. What he needed was to get out, and more importantly, something to help slow the blood.
Feeling the hairs prick up on the back of his neck, Jayne turned and noticed the ice-queen standing in the shadows, still as death. She must’ve been there the entire time.
The old one gazed at Jayne intensely, cocking her head at an odd angle. “You pace like an animal in its cage.” She observed flatly, and then her expression softened as she stepped closer to him. “I understand this feeling.”
“That right?” Jayne answered back, taking in every creepifying inch of her.
It was weird to think she was having the same feelings as him. In truth, it kind of endeared her to him just a bit. What the hell, he thought, and then asked it. “Feel like breakin’ outta here? Know a place not too far.”
Illyria circled the mercenary with peaking interest. “Will there be bloodshed at this place? My thirst for carnage has not been satiated.” After a pause she added petulantly, “The mind reader killed all mine.”
Jayne thought a moment. “They have darts,” he offered casually. “Oh, and whores.”
Illyria came to a standstill as her mouth twisted up into something wicked. “Perfect.”
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