Merry Christmas gilove2dance!
Title: Good Boy
Character(s)/Pairing: Rayne
Prompt: tangled
Written For: gilove2dance, for my 25 Fics of Christmas. Hope ya like it!
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2030
Disclaimer: Not mine.
-Author Notes: So! This was fun to write. I love the second person perspective in turtle_goose's "Fifteen Weeks" series, so I decided to try it. But with Jayne, this time. I hope I utilized the prompt all right - it's kinda shaky, I think. But I tried! Heh.
Good Boy
-Christmas fic for gilove2dance
She’s smiling again and you want to throttle her.
Not because she’s crazy (not anymore), and not because she’s got a silly-looking smile. No, it’s because she’s got that glow again, all warm and soft around her, because she’s playing with that bird’s nest of hair she has, and because she’s got shorts that show off her perfect thighs, and a shirt that’s skin tight that’s drawn your attention every other minute. And she knows what she does to you - she knows that it drives you crazy and she does it just to make you as moonbrained as she is.
She laughs.
“What is it, River?” her gorram brother asks, looking at her fondly. That old concern’s gone, though he’s still the most overprotective hun dan you’ve ever met.
“Nothing,” she answers with a giggle. The girl sounds like she’s about twelve, and though guilt’s never really been your style you can’t help but feel a little dirty at how much you want her. “I am fine, Simon. Exceptional.” She giggles again and you really want to hit her, because she’s got those dainty little feet up in the chair with her and hair that she always forgets to brush tangled up like knotty string. You don’t want to notice every little thing about her, but when even that creepifying morbidity of hers has become endearing you know it’s time to focus solely on the physical.
“Well good.” Her brother strokes her hair and goes back to the game of Tall Card you’re all playing. The crazy girl got banned after winning the first three hands straight, so she’s sitting between her brother and Mal, giggling and murmuring and looking good enough to eat. The others all treat her like a little kid, but not you. You see right through her act, and you certainly don’t have to be a Reader to know what she’s trying to do.
The girl’s gotten it into her mind that you’re her newest little project and she probably either wants to kill you or sex you - or maybe both, because you caught her reading one of those big tomes of Inara’s and it’s more than possible that she plans to make you come so hard your brains explode.
And the problem is, you’re starting to think that’s not such a bad way to go.
Even Kaylee, who used to be the baby of the crew, treats the little moonbrain like some sort of elementary kid, young and naïve. You know she’s not naïve - not at all. They all try to protect her, and yeah, you’ve watched her back on jobs before, but you don’t want to keep her from living her gorram life. They all want to protect her, but you want to hurt her. You want to hurt her and you want to grab her and touch her and you want to fuck her, and yes, all right, sometimes you want to hold her and protect her, too, and once you even wanted to kiss her, but that was just once and it won’t ever - you try to convince yourself -ever happen again.
“Will happen again and again and again,” the girl says suddenly, and you could swear you can see her big eyes sparkling like stars with all her gorram amusement. “Pattern. Leaves falling down - starts with one, keeps growing ‘til you fall into the pile. Very logical.” She grins slyly. “Inescapable.”
And of course everyone else is looking at her, completely bemused, but you’re glaring, because you know what she’s saying and why she’s saying it and it isn’t rutting fair that she knows what goes on in your head because no one in the ‘Verse could ever know what goes on in hers.
“What’s inescapable, huh, River?” Kaylee asks, peering around Simon. She sounds curious and you snort a little in annoyance.
“My plan.” The doc’s little mei mei giggles again and says, “I have a very cunning plan.”
“Oh ya do, huh?” Mal looks amused and proud, in full “Captain Daddy” regalia, and you hope to hell he’s older than you, because it’s bad enough the girl’s already barely older than a child; you really don’t need to add any daddy issues to that. “What is it, Albatross?”
She glances at you for a split-second before smiling at him broadly. “I am going to catch my prey! He cannot escape - I have laid my trap and now must wait for him to see the bait.” She looks at the captain seriously and says, “Know you disapprove of pets, Captain Daddy, but girl needs companionship. Will keep him clean and bathe him every day.”
“Well we might be able to work somethin’ out if you promise t’take real good care of it.” It’s obvious Mal thinks she’s kidding, but you want to run out of the room right now, because the thought of those soft white hands all over your body, washing and scrubbing, is getting you a little more excited that you should be. “What kinda prey you gonna be huntin’?”
She claps her hands together happily and says, “A monkey!”
Simon rolls his eyes. “If you want an ape, River…”
Even Kaylee laughs and you feel a little insulted that they don’t think you’re any better than some sort of pet.
“You mean our mercenary,” she says thoughtfully, giving you a discerning, hungry look. “That is an interesting thought. And I have always wanted a pet.”
You stiffen in your seat as she rises out of hers. Suddenly things are getting dangerous and you have no idea what she’s going to do next. The girl cocks her head to one side and stares at you as though she’s seeing you for the very first time.
“Doc, you best control your sister,” you say, trying to sound more angry than scared. “I ain’t gonna be responsible for what happens if she gets it into her moonbrained skull to do somethin’ she’s gonna regret.”
“Inspection!” the girl announces in a no-nonsense tone. She starts walking towards you and you watch her like a hawk, your hands clenched into fists on your thighs. She walks over towards you, looking like some curious scientist in front of a strange new specimen. She touches your shoulder gently and sniffs at your temple. She goes around your back to your other side and does the same thing. Then she pokes you hard in the stomach.
“He seems healthy,” she tells the others. They all chuckle a bit or smile and you shoot them all disbelieving looks. Why is she being allowed to get away with this?
Then, of course, the crazy girl has to climb up and straddle your lap, wiggling a little as she settles down.
The doctor hums nervously for a second, but seems more cautious than you’d have expected. “What are you doing, River?” he asks.
“Must be thorough,” she replies. She looks you in the eye. “Raise your arms.”
You don’t know what to do besides obey, so reluctantly you lift both your arms, parallel to the ship floor. She runs a little hand from your shoulder to your wrist. “Acceptable,” she deems you, giving a satisfied nod. She takes your chin in her right hand, looking severely at every plane of your face.
No one was doing anything about it; they all seemed more amused than anything else. And they must have taken the look of shock on your face to mean that you were still surprised she was there and not that her other little hand had gone down between your legs and was doing things that normally you had to pay for.
“Very good,” she says, and you notice that her eyes have gone darker and that she’s wearing a sultry, feminine smile that makes her look like a red-blooded woman and not some skinny little girl.
You still sort of want to throttle her, but what you really want to do involves far fewer clothes. She’s still teasing, you can tell, and you’re willing to bet that she’s waiting to see what you’ll do. You should get angry, you know, because if you do anything else you can kiss any hope of oxygen goodbye.
“Not the thing you should be kissing,” she whispers, and your eyes widen at her audacity. No one else heard her and you wonder when she’s going to get down off your lap and go back to her seat where she belongs.
“Girl,” you say loudly, your eyes still locked with hers. “You best get offa me. Right the hell now.”
Mal snorts. “Don’t sound so scared, Jayne, she ain’t gonna hurt you.”
Hurting really isn’t what you’re concerned about and you can’t help that you can hardly speak, because even though you’re fully dressed, her little hand’s still working you just about as hard as it can, and you can feel a cold, aching whimper form in the back of your throat.
“I am satisfied,” she says suddenly, her hand stilling. She brings both up to the sides of your face and pulls you down so your nose touches the tip of hers. Then she rocks her little body so her hips are pressed up as far against yours as they can be and the only thought running through your head is how easy it would be to thrust inside her if only you were both naked.
Then the gorram girl giggles. “The ape is not.”
As she climbs off you, Mal gives you an amused, condescending sort of look. “Well, little albatross, can’t say it would be too satisfyin’ t’be considered a pet.”
“But I will take exceptional care of him,” she explains. And she’s tugging a little on her tangled hair, looking sweet and plaintive and innocent up at the captain. “May I please keep him?”
You know Mal’s going to humor her. “Well… Seein’ as how you ain’t stabbed him in a good long while, I s’pose you’re fit to take care o’ the big, bad merc.”
She beams at him ecstatically. “Xie xie, Captain Daddy.” Then she stands up and twirls, walking back to you and offering you her hand.
“Up,” she commands, and you want to snark that a part of you already is because of her, but instead you just grunt and obey. “Am going to chambers now, man-called-Jayne. Would you like to come?”
Now that sounded like one of those dirty double entendre things the doc was always warning her about saying in front of you. You look at her warily, your body warring against your mind’s decision to stay still, aching to go up and grab her and drag her away. “You gonna finish whatcha started?”
“No. Man-called-Jayne can do that by himself if he wishes; the girl has… other things in mind.”
You take her little hand in your big, grimy fist, and she laces her fingers through yours and gives a little squeeze. And maybe squeezing her hand back is enough instead of squeezing her throat, because you don’t want to throttle her any more.
You might even consider kissing her considering how clever she was at getting the two of you time alone.
Everyone seems to notice that there’s a little something more going on, because they’re giving each other back and forth glances, looking all suspicious, and you have to work to stamp down your smirk, because you’re about to sex the doctor’s crazy sister right under his nose - and he almost encouraged it.
“Antagonizing later,” the girl says. “I am impatient.” She looks down at your crotch. “Ready?”
You’re not quite sure if she’s talking to you or your cock, so you just nod and squeeze her hand again.
“Good. If man-called-Jayne is very, very good… He may brush my hair afterwards.”
“Don’t worry. ‘M just as good as they say I am, girl.”
As you’re walking away, her brother’s calling “After what, River? After… after what?” and the both of you grin. And maybe you’re starting to like her silly-looking smile and her dainty feet and her tangled hair, because you can’t wait for her to be all tangled all around you, in her soft, girly-smelling sheets.
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***If anyone is interested in getting a fic, too, go here to request one. I'm trying to get 25 fics, and I still need a few more! I'm accepting any fandom (that I know), any pairing.
Character(s)/Pairing: Rayne
Prompt: tangled
Written For: gilove2dance, for my 25 Fics of Christmas. Hope ya like it!
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2030
Disclaimer: Not mine.
-Author Notes: So! This was fun to write. I love the second person perspective in turtle_goose's "Fifteen Weeks" series, so I decided to try it. But with Jayne, this time. I hope I utilized the prompt all right - it's kinda shaky, I think. But I tried! Heh.
Good Boy
-Christmas fic for gilove2dance
She’s smiling again and you want to throttle her.
Not because she’s crazy (not anymore), and not because she’s got a silly-looking smile. No, it’s because she’s got that glow again, all warm and soft around her, because she’s playing with that bird’s nest of hair she has, and because she’s got shorts that show off her perfect thighs, and a shirt that’s skin tight that’s drawn your attention every other minute. And she knows what she does to you - she knows that it drives you crazy and she does it just to make you as moonbrained as she is.
She laughs.
“What is it, River?” her gorram brother asks, looking at her fondly. That old concern’s gone, though he’s still the most overprotective hun dan you’ve ever met.
“Nothing,” she answers with a giggle. The girl sounds like she’s about twelve, and though guilt’s never really been your style you can’t help but feel a little dirty at how much you want her. “I am fine, Simon. Exceptional.” She giggles again and you really want to hit her, because she’s got those dainty little feet up in the chair with her and hair that she always forgets to brush tangled up like knotty string. You don’t want to notice every little thing about her, but when even that creepifying morbidity of hers has become endearing you know it’s time to focus solely on the physical.
“Well good.” Her brother strokes her hair and goes back to the game of Tall Card you’re all playing. The crazy girl got banned after winning the first three hands straight, so she’s sitting between her brother and Mal, giggling and murmuring and looking good enough to eat. The others all treat her like a little kid, but not you. You see right through her act, and you certainly don’t have to be a Reader to know what she’s trying to do.
The girl’s gotten it into her mind that you’re her newest little project and she probably either wants to kill you or sex you - or maybe both, because you caught her reading one of those big tomes of Inara’s and it’s more than possible that she plans to make you come so hard your brains explode.
And the problem is, you’re starting to think that’s not such a bad way to go.
Even Kaylee, who used to be the baby of the crew, treats the little moonbrain like some sort of elementary kid, young and naïve. You know she’s not naïve - not at all. They all try to protect her, and yeah, you’ve watched her back on jobs before, but you don’t want to keep her from living her gorram life. They all want to protect her, but you want to hurt her. You want to hurt her and you want to grab her and touch her and you want to fuck her, and yes, all right, sometimes you want to hold her and protect her, too, and once you even wanted to kiss her, but that was just once and it won’t ever - you try to convince yourself -ever happen again.
“Will happen again and again and again,” the girl says suddenly, and you could swear you can see her big eyes sparkling like stars with all her gorram amusement. “Pattern. Leaves falling down - starts with one, keeps growing ‘til you fall into the pile. Very logical.” She grins slyly. “Inescapable.”
And of course everyone else is looking at her, completely bemused, but you’re glaring, because you know what she’s saying and why she’s saying it and it isn’t rutting fair that she knows what goes on in your head because no one in the ‘Verse could ever know what goes on in hers.
“What’s inescapable, huh, River?” Kaylee asks, peering around Simon. She sounds curious and you snort a little in annoyance.
“My plan.” The doc’s little mei mei giggles again and says, “I have a very cunning plan.”
“Oh ya do, huh?” Mal looks amused and proud, in full “Captain Daddy” regalia, and you hope to hell he’s older than you, because it’s bad enough the girl’s already barely older than a child; you really don’t need to add any daddy issues to that. “What is it, Albatross?”
She glances at you for a split-second before smiling at him broadly. “I am going to catch my prey! He cannot escape - I have laid my trap and now must wait for him to see the bait.” She looks at the captain seriously and says, “Know you disapprove of pets, Captain Daddy, but girl needs companionship. Will keep him clean and bathe him every day.”
“Well we might be able to work somethin’ out if you promise t’take real good care of it.” It’s obvious Mal thinks she’s kidding, but you want to run out of the room right now, because the thought of those soft white hands all over your body, washing and scrubbing, is getting you a little more excited that you should be. “What kinda prey you gonna be huntin’?”
She claps her hands together happily and says, “A monkey!”
Simon rolls his eyes. “If you want an ape, River…”
Even Kaylee laughs and you feel a little insulted that they don’t think you’re any better than some sort of pet.
“You mean our mercenary,” she says thoughtfully, giving you a discerning, hungry look. “That is an interesting thought. And I have always wanted a pet.”
You stiffen in your seat as she rises out of hers. Suddenly things are getting dangerous and you have no idea what she’s going to do next. The girl cocks her head to one side and stares at you as though she’s seeing you for the very first time.
“Doc, you best control your sister,” you say, trying to sound more angry than scared. “I ain’t gonna be responsible for what happens if she gets it into her moonbrained skull to do somethin’ she’s gonna regret.”
“Inspection!” the girl announces in a no-nonsense tone. She starts walking towards you and you watch her like a hawk, your hands clenched into fists on your thighs. She walks over towards you, looking like some curious scientist in front of a strange new specimen. She touches your shoulder gently and sniffs at your temple. She goes around your back to your other side and does the same thing. Then she pokes you hard in the stomach.
“He seems healthy,” she tells the others. They all chuckle a bit or smile and you shoot them all disbelieving looks. Why is she being allowed to get away with this?
Then, of course, the crazy girl has to climb up and straddle your lap, wiggling a little as she settles down.
The doctor hums nervously for a second, but seems more cautious than you’d have expected. “What are you doing, River?” he asks.
“Must be thorough,” she replies. She looks you in the eye. “Raise your arms.”
You don’t know what to do besides obey, so reluctantly you lift both your arms, parallel to the ship floor. She runs a little hand from your shoulder to your wrist. “Acceptable,” she deems you, giving a satisfied nod. She takes your chin in her right hand, looking severely at every plane of your face.
No one was doing anything about it; they all seemed more amused than anything else. And they must have taken the look of shock on your face to mean that you were still surprised she was there and not that her other little hand had gone down between your legs and was doing things that normally you had to pay for.
“Very good,” she says, and you notice that her eyes have gone darker and that she’s wearing a sultry, feminine smile that makes her look like a red-blooded woman and not some skinny little girl.
You still sort of want to throttle her, but what you really want to do involves far fewer clothes. She’s still teasing, you can tell, and you’re willing to bet that she’s waiting to see what you’ll do. You should get angry, you know, because if you do anything else you can kiss any hope of oxygen goodbye.
“Not the thing you should be kissing,” she whispers, and your eyes widen at her audacity. No one else heard her and you wonder when she’s going to get down off your lap and go back to her seat where she belongs.
“Girl,” you say loudly, your eyes still locked with hers. “You best get offa me. Right the hell now.”
Mal snorts. “Don’t sound so scared, Jayne, she ain’t gonna hurt you.”
Hurting really isn’t what you’re concerned about and you can’t help that you can hardly speak, because even though you’re fully dressed, her little hand’s still working you just about as hard as it can, and you can feel a cold, aching whimper form in the back of your throat.
“I am satisfied,” she says suddenly, her hand stilling. She brings both up to the sides of your face and pulls you down so your nose touches the tip of hers. Then she rocks her little body so her hips are pressed up as far against yours as they can be and the only thought running through your head is how easy it would be to thrust inside her if only you were both naked.
Then the gorram girl giggles. “The ape is not.”
As she climbs off you, Mal gives you an amused, condescending sort of look. “Well, little albatross, can’t say it would be too satisfyin’ t’be considered a pet.”
“But I will take exceptional care of him,” she explains. And she’s tugging a little on her tangled hair, looking sweet and plaintive and innocent up at the captain. “May I please keep him?”
You know Mal’s going to humor her. “Well… Seein’ as how you ain’t stabbed him in a good long while, I s’pose you’re fit to take care o’ the big, bad merc.”
She beams at him ecstatically. “Xie xie, Captain Daddy.” Then she stands up and twirls, walking back to you and offering you her hand.
“Up,” she commands, and you want to snark that a part of you already is because of her, but instead you just grunt and obey. “Am going to chambers now, man-called-Jayne. Would you like to come?”
Now that sounded like one of those dirty double entendre things the doc was always warning her about saying in front of you. You look at her warily, your body warring against your mind’s decision to stay still, aching to go up and grab her and drag her away. “You gonna finish whatcha started?”
“No. Man-called-Jayne can do that by himself if he wishes; the girl has… other things in mind.”
You take her little hand in your big, grimy fist, and she laces her fingers through yours and gives a little squeeze. And maybe squeezing her hand back is enough instead of squeezing her throat, because you don’t want to throttle her any more.
You might even consider kissing her considering how clever she was at getting the two of you time alone.
Everyone seems to notice that there’s a little something more going on, because they’re giving each other back and forth glances, looking all suspicious, and you have to work to stamp down your smirk, because you’re about to sex the doctor’s crazy sister right under his nose - and he almost encouraged it.
“Antagonizing later,” the girl says. “I am impatient.” She looks down at your crotch. “Ready?”
You’re not quite sure if she’s talking to you or your cock, so you just nod and squeeze her hand again.
“Good. If man-called-Jayne is very, very good… He may brush my hair afterwards.”
“Don’t worry. ‘M just as good as they say I am, girl.”
As you’re walking away, her brother’s calling “After what, River? After… after what?” and the both of you grin. And maybe you’re starting to like her silly-looking smile and her dainty feet and her tangled hair, because you can’t wait for her to be all tangled all around you, in her soft, girly-smelling sheets.
~~~
***If anyone is interested in getting a fic, too, go here to request one. I'm trying to get 25 fics, and I still need a few more! I'm accepting any fandom (that I know), any pairing.