Morning - Jayne/River - R
Morning
Jayne/River
PG-13
Do you know how long it's been since I wrote fic?! Especially Jayne/River fic. Oh my God. I don't know where this came from, but bless the muses.
The terrible crashing sound startles Jayne awake and the slowness in which he registers his surroundings, proves he's getting damn near senile in his old age. He groans as he lifts his head up from the pillow. Something isn't right. There isn't a fan of dark hair across his chest. No small frame pressed against his side. He doesn't feel her fingers tangling in his shirt. He opens his eyes immediately.
River's not there.
It's then he remembers the crashing sound.
His immediate reaction is to go for the guns tucked into the wall. "Gorramit." He growls, tugging the curtain down and reaching for one. How could someone have taken her without him hearing. River never left him in the morning. She usually woke him up with kisses and whimpers, wanting to be taken right then, both of them still half asleep and desperate for the other.
But not this morning. She was gone.
Thoughts of reavers and space pirates swirl through his head. Are they being boarded already? The terrifying thoughts speed him up. He manages to grab a gun and one of his knives, rushing up the ladder and down the corridor to the mess hall, throwing open the door when the automatic button doesn't go fast enough.
She's just standing there in her thin, pale pink dress, a soft looking white sweater over her shoulders, Kaylee had helped her to knit. She smiles wide, looking like an angel, except angels are supposed to have halos on their heads not colorful, pointy, party hats.
"Surprise!" She nearly squeals, making a 'ta da!' motion with her hands.
The table is set at one end. I checkered picnic tablecloth, some dried flowers in a vase, a bottle of...oh, sweet baby Jesus, was that maple syrup? Jayne's stomach growls and he lowers the gun, tucking it in the back of his pants. "What's all this?" He mutters, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"It is your surprise. For today. The day Jayne got too big for his mother's belly." She murmurs, nodding in that way she does when explaining something patiently. She tended to do that a lot. "You are older...but not necessarily wiser." She smirks.
It is then that he notices a precariously stacked pile of pancakes on the table. The leaning most likely caused by a thick white candle, probably the only one she could find.
He arches an eyebrow and shuffles forward. "You did this, little girl?"
She sways slowly and looks up at him nodding. "Mmhhm."
He slides an arm around her back and bends his head to give her a kiss. "Forgot it was my birthday."
She nuzzles her nose to his. "River did not forget. It's her job to remember these things."
The gorram pancakes taste like cardboard, but he eats every single one.
Jayne/River
PG-13
Do you know how long it's been since I wrote fic?! Especially Jayne/River fic. Oh my God. I don't know where this came from, but bless the muses.
The terrible crashing sound startles Jayne awake and the slowness in which he registers his surroundings, proves he's getting damn near senile in his old age. He groans as he lifts his head up from the pillow. Something isn't right. There isn't a fan of dark hair across his chest. No small frame pressed against his side. He doesn't feel her fingers tangling in his shirt. He opens his eyes immediately.
River's not there.
It's then he remembers the crashing sound.
His immediate reaction is to go for the guns tucked into the wall. "Gorramit." He growls, tugging the curtain down and reaching for one. How could someone have taken her without him hearing. River never left him in the morning. She usually woke him up with kisses and whimpers, wanting to be taken right then, both of them still half asleep and desperate for the other.
But not this morning. She was gone.
Thoughts of reavers and space pirates swirl through his head. Are they being boarded already? The terrifying thoughts speed him up. He manages to grab a gun and one of his knives, rushing up the ladder and down the corridor to the mess hall, throwing open the door when the automatic button doesn't go fast enough.
She's just standing there in her thin, pale pink dress, a soft looking white sweater over her shoulders, Kaylee had helped her to knit. She smiles wide, looking like an angel, except angels are supposed to have halos on their heads not colorful, pointy, party hats.
"Surprise!" She nearly squeals, making a 'ta da!' motion with her hands.
The table is set at one end. I checkered picnic tablecloth, some dried flowers in a vase, a bottle of...oh, sweet baby Jesus, was that maple syrup? Jayne's stomach growls and he lowers the gun, tucking it in the back of his pants. "What's all this?" He mutters, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"It is your surprise. For today. The day Jayne got too big for his mother's belly." She murmurs, nodding in that way she does when explaining something patiently. She tended to do that a lot. "You are older...but not necessarily wiser." She smirks.
It is then that he notices a precariously stacked pile of pancakes on the table. The leaning most likely caused by a thick white candle, probably the only one she could find.
He arches an eyebrow and shuffles forward. "You did this, little girl?"
She sways slowly and looks up at him nodding. "Mmhhm."
He slides an arm around her back and bends his head to give her a kiss. "Forgot it was my birthday."
She nuzzles her nose to his. "River did not forget. It's her job to remember these things."
The gorram pancakes taste like cardboard, but he eats every single one.