My Little Butterfly
Title: My Little Butterfly
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: PG
Pairing: River/Jayne
Disclaimer: Firefly belongs to Mutant Enemy
Author's Notes: Written for an_ardent_rain for the whedonland Fic-Fest
Summary: Realisation suddenly dawns on Jayne.
“Anyone would think she ain’t never seen rain before,” Jayne commented to Mal as they watched River spinning in circles, eyes closed and a huge smile on her face as the rain fell on her.
“Well whatever keeps her out of trouble,” Mal replied as he turned to make his way into the cargo bay, “In fact, keep an eye on her, make sure she don’t hurt herself.”
Jayne just grunted in response. It wasn’t the first time Mal had ordered him to watch River, making sure that no trouble came her way whether it be her own fault or someone else’s - it wasn’t unusual for some local to sidle up to her and try to take advantage, although when that happened, Jayne usually stood back and let River handle it, enjoying the yells of pain that inevitably followed.
So he leaned up against the entrance to cargo bay, thumbs hooked under his belt, cigar in mouth and watched.
The rain weren’t heavy, in fact, the sun was shining in the not too far distance and what was falling from the sky was light and warm to the touch, probably why River was enjoying being out in it so much.
As he watched her turn, he couldn’t help but think on how graceful she was, how elegant her long limbs were. Normally she looked awkward, holding herself rigid and not knowing what to do with her arms. But when she fought and she danced (or spun in the rain as was the case here) she was so full of grace she were like a, like a um, a… some kind of graceful thing anyways.
When they’d went to visit his family a few months back, his Ma had said she were like a swan. He didn’t really get that, but knew better than to argue, plus River seemed to like it anyways. Between albatrosses and swans it seemed she were always getting compared to birds lately. But she weren’t like no bird in his mind, more like a butterfly, a beautiful, new born spring butterfly.
River halted in her spinning slightly, her eyes falling open as she looked over at him. She gave him a brilliant smile waved, and he was unable to stop himself from waving back, a small smile of his own on his face, before she started spinning again, going in the other direction.
He knew she couldn’t actually read his mind unless she concentrated hard, she had told him so, but she read feelings, emotions and so probably had just felt whatever it was he had felt in that moment. Although what that was he wasn’t entirely sure.
It had to have been something good anyway to make her smile the way she had.
He knew he liked the girl good enough, a far cry from the way things had been a year ago, hate had pretty much been the only emotion he’d had for her then, hate and fear, which was one in the same really. Then there’d been loathing and anger, which had lasted a fair long while, lasted right up until that day.
Watching as the reavers had dragged her behind those blast doors he had been more than a little surprised to feel pain. Pain that wasn’t anything to do with the bullet hole in his shoulder that is, even if he had tried to convince himself that that was what it was. And then he’d been worried, but again, he’d denied that it was anything to do with the girl and chalked it up to the fact that he was no doubt about to die, and slowly too.
But all of that, all of his denial, was washed away the minute the blast doors opened and he saw her. Saw her standing there like some sort of mythical being, forty reavers dead at her feet and not one scratch on her.
Relief had washed over him and then awe. He couldn’t deny what the sight of her standing there like that did to him, she was the most gorram beautiful thing he had ever done seen.
He never said anything to her though. Not to her, not to anyone. Although he was pretty sure she knew fine well exactly what he had been thinkin of her in that moment. But she never said nothin neither and so it was left alone.
Nothing changed between them, not really. They still made fun of each other, still got into arguments about stupid little things, only this time, there was no hate or venom behind any of their words, just mutual respect and friendship.
Yeah, she was his friend. He wouldn’t deny that, not to anyone, but then, he had become good friends with the Doc and Inara too, so it weren’t like it was a complete shock to his system when he realised that she had become his best friend. Didn’t seem to surprise her either. And they had a great friendship, knew that the other would always have their back and a spare gun should they need it.
But now, now he was feelin different.
Frowning at himself, he looked back out at her. She wasn’t spinning so much now, just swaying as the rain began to die off and the sun began to break through the clouds.
But as sunny as it now was, she was absolutely soaked to the bone. Her hair hung limply around her face and neck while her dress clung to her in ways that Jayne realised all too late were inappropriate.
He hadn’t really ever paid that much attention to her body like that before, but now he did, he couldn’t take his eyes off her, or hide the fact that he appreciated what he was seeing - at least, not very well, some rearranging of his gunbelt was all he could really do at the moment.
And that’s when he realised what that feelin that she had picked up on was. Desire.
It was like being hit with a sledgehammer. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t realised it before. The feeling was so strong inside him, how could he not realise? She was perfect. There was no other way to describe her. Just perfect. And he wanted her bad, wanted her now.
Not giving it a second thought, he flung his cigar to the ground and strode down the ramp towards her. She either felt him coming or both as she stopped swaying and looked up at him.
When he stopped in front of her, he barely left half a foot of space between them before reaching out and wrapping his giant hand round the small of her back, pulling her to him.
She didn’t squeal or protest, just rested her hands against his chest as she stared up into his eyes, her big beautiful brown eyes so full of hope and anticipation.
Well, he wasn’t about to let her down.
Brushing her hair away from her face, he gently cupped her jaw before leaning down and kissing her with all his might.
River leaned up on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around his neck, forcing him to pick her up before he broke his back bending over. Not that he minded of course, cause as soon as he stood up straight, she wrapped her legs around his waist so tight that it near made him fall to his knees there and then.
But he didn’t. He kept it together as best he could, caressing her thighs and ass, sliding that wet dress of hers up her silky smooth skin and making her moan softly into his mouth before he pulled back and smiled at her.
River smiled back and rested her forehead against his as she stroked her tiny yet deadly hand down the side of his face before speaking softly to him, “It’s about time.”
THE END
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: PG
Pairing: River/Jayne
Disclaimer: Firefly belongs to Mutant Enemy
Author's Notes: Written for an_ardent_rain for the whedonland Fic-Fest
Summary: Realisation suddenly dawns on Jayne.
“Anyone would think she ain’t never seen rain before,” Jayne commented to Mal as they watched River spinning in circles, eyes closed and a huge smile on her face as the rain fell on her.
“Well whatever keeps her out of trouble,” Mal replied as he turned to make his way into the cargo bay, “In fact, keep an eye on her, make sure she don’t hurt herself.”
Jayne just grunted in response. It wasn’t the first time Mal had ordered him to watch River, making sure that no trouble came her way whether it be her own fault or someone else’s - it wasn’t unusual for some local to sidle up to her and try to take advantage, although when that happened, Jayne usually stood back and let River handle it, enjoying the yells of pain that inevitably followed.
So he leaned up against the entrance to cargo bay, thumbs hooked under his belt, cigar in mouth and watched.
The rain weren’t heavy, in fact, the sun was shining in the not too far distance and what was falling from the sky was light and warm to the touch, probably why River was enjoying being out in it so much.
As he watched her turn, he couldn’t help but think on how graceful she was, how elegant her long limbs were. Normally she looked awkward, holding herself rigid and not knowing what to do with her arms. But when she fought and she danced (or spun in the rain as was the case here) she was so full of grace she were like a, like a um, a… some kind of graceful thing anyways.
When they’d went to visit his family a few months back, his Ma had said she were like a swan. He didn’t really get that, but knew better than to argue, plus River seemed to like it anyways. Between albatrosses and swans it seemed she were always getting compared to birds lately. But she weren’t like no bird in his mind, more like a butterfly, a beautiful, new born spring butterfly.
River halted in her spinning slightly, her eyes falling open as she looked over at him. She gave him a brilliant smile waved, and he was unable to stop himself from waving back, a small smile of his own on his face, before she started spinning again, going in the other direction.
He knew she couldn’t actually read his mind unless she concentrated hard, she had told him so, but she read feelings, emotions and so probably had just felt whatever it was he had felt in that moment. Although what that was he wasn’t entirely sure.
It had to have been something good anyway to make her smile the way she had.
He knew he liked the girl good enough, a far cry from the way things had been a year ago, hate had pretty much been the only emotion he’d had for her then, hate and fear, which was one in the same really. Then there’d been loathing and anger, which had lasted a fair long while, lasted right up until that day.
Watching as the reavers had dragged her behind those blast doors he had been more than a little surprised to feel pain. Pain that wasn’t anything to do with the bullet hole in his shoulder that is, even if he had tried to convince himself that that was what it was. And then he’d been worried, but again, he’d denied that it was anything to do with the girl and chalked it up to the fact that he was no doubt about to die, and slowly too.
But all of that, all of his denial, was washed away the minute the blast doors opened and he saw her. Saw her standing there like some sort of mythical being, forty reavers dead at her feet and not one scratch on her.
Relief had washed over him and then awe. He couldn’t deny what the sight of her standing there like that did to him, she was the most gorram beautiful thing he had ever done seen.
He never said anything to her though. Not to her, not to anyone. Although he was pretty sure she knew fine well exactly what he had been thinkin of her in that moment. But she never said nothin neither and so it was left alone.
Nothing changed between them, not really. They still made fun of each other, still got into arguments about stupid little things, only this time, there was no hate or venom behind any of their words, just mutual respect and friendship.
Yeah, she was his friend. He wouldn’t deny that, not to anyone, but then, he had become good friends with the Doc and Inara too, so it weren’t like it was a complete shock to his system when he realised that she had become his best friend. Didn’t seem to surprise her either. And they had a great friendship, knew that the other would always have their back and a spare gun should they need it.
But now, now he was feelin different.
Frowning at himself, he looked back out at her. She wasn’t spinning so much now, just swaying as the rain began to die off and the sun began to break through the clouds.
But as sunny as it now was, she was absolutely soaked to the bone. Her hair hung limply around her face and neck while her dress clung to her in ways that Jayne realised all too late were inappropriate.
He hadn’t really ever paid that much attention to her body like that before, but now he did, he couldn’t take his eyes off her, or hide the fact that he appreciated what he was seeing - at least, not very well, some rearranging of his gunbelt was all he could really do at the moment.
And that’s when he realised what that feelin that she had picked up on was. Desire.
It was like being hit with a sledgehammer. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t realised it before. The feeling was so strong inside him, how could he not realise? She was perfect. There was no other way to describe her. Just perfect. And he wanted her bad, wanted her now.
Not giving it a second thought, he flung his cigar to the ground and strode down the ramp towards her. She either felt him coming or both as she stopped swaying and looked up at him.
When he stopped in front of her, he barely left half a foot of space between them before reaching out and wrapping his giant hand round the small of her back, pulling her to him.
She didn’t squeal or protest, just rested her hands against his chest as she stared up into his eyes, her big beautiful brown eyes so full of hope and anticipation.
Well, he wasn’t about to let her down.
Brushing her hair away from her face, he gently cupped her jaw before leaning down and kissing her with all his might.
River leaned up on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around his neck, forcing him to pick her up before he broke his back bending over. Not that he minded of course, cause as soon as he stood up straight, she wrapped her legs around his waist so tight that it near made him fall to his knees there and then.
But he didn’t. He kept it together as best he could, caressing her thighs and ass, sliding that wet dress of hers up her silky smooth skin and making her moan softly into his mouth before he pulled back and smiled at her.
River smiled back and rested her forehead against his as she stroked her tiny yet deadly hand down the side of his face before speaking softly to him, “It’s about time.”
THE END