"Twelve Days" (11/12) for little_dumpling
Written as part of the serenity_santa ficathon, for little_dumpling's prompt: A Jayne/Mal or Jayne/Simon secret santa themed fic in which Jayne leaves Secret Santa gifts for the other. The other can find out or not, your choice, if they do I would like cuddling to be involved. Does not need to be over PG-13 rating.
Twelve Days (11/12)
Author: _beetle_
Pairing: Simon/Jayne, (past Simon/Kaylee alluded to)
Rating: R
Notes: Set post-Serenity by one year.
Summary: Twelve drabbles, written for each of the Twelve Days of Christmas, one drabble to be added to this comm daily from Dec 25 through January 5. Previous days are here, and all the gifts are all clickable.
On the Eleventh Day of Christmas, his true love gave to him. . . .
"Huh," Jayne says, stepping into the common area.
There's a squat paraffin candle burning in a fancy centerpiece that must be Inara's, two place settings, and bawu music playing low.
"You missed supper. Again. So I saved you some almost-food. Are you hungry?" Simon asks, eyes shining, face all . . . soft-like and glowing in the candle-flicker. This is the first time Jayne's seen or spoken to him since Mal tore them both a new one.
"I . . . reckon I could eat," he allows, dignified. Simon smiles and gestures at the spot across from his own.
"Please, sit," he murmurs.
On the Twelfth Day of Christmas, his true love gave to him. . . .
Twelve Days (11/12)
Author: _beetle_
Pairing: Simon/Jayne, (past Simon/Kaylee alluded to)
Rating: R
Notes: Set post-Serenity by one year.
Summary: Twelve drabbles, written for each of the Twelve Days of Christmas, one drabble to be added to this comm daily from Dec 25 through January 5. Previous days are here, and all the gifts are all clickable.
On the Eleventh Day of Christmas, his true love gave to him. . . .
"Huh," Jayne says, stepping into the common area.
There's a squat paraffin candle burning in a fancy centerpiece that must be Inara's, two place settings, and bawu music playing low.
"You missed supper. Again. So I saved you some almost-food. Are you hungry?" Simon asks, eyes shining, face all . . . soft-like and glowing in the candle-flicker. This is the first time Jayne's seen or spoken to him since Mal tore them both a new one.
"I . . . reckon I could eat," he allows, dignified. Simon smiles and gestures at the spot across from his own.
"Please, sit," he murmurs.
On the Twelfth Day of Christmas, his true love gave to him. . . .