Merry Christmas willow_reece!
Title: Extinguisher
Character(s)/Pairing: Rayne
Prompt: fire
Written For: willow_reece, for my 25 Fics of Christmas. Hope ya like it!
Rating: PG-13, I think
Word Count: 1594
Disclaimer: Not mine.
-Author Notes: I'm not 100% happy with how this turned out. I tried, I really did, and I think there are some lovely bits, but overall I just don't know how it all comes together. I guess I'll just have to let the readers judge! Heh. I did try, though, but again - I suck at prompts, so I don't know how that turned out. It was sorta supposed to be the piece's "big" moment, but eh. Fell a little flat. Nevertheless, I tried to make it good. Enjoy! ^_^
Extinguisher
-Christmas fic for willow_reece
River scrambled frantically with his belt, whipping it out of his pants and throwing it on the floor.
“What’s the rush?” Jayne asked, sounding amused. “Jus’ can’t wait to get me nekkid, huh bao bei?” He laughed and pushed her wide dress straps gently off her warm, smooth shoulders.
“No gentle,” she panted. “No, no time. Hurry. Must… must proceed to completion. No time for any other intimacies. Want. Need. Must have you now.”
“What? You got me trained near ‘bout t’enjoy all o’ this girly more’n sex go se an’ now you just wanna…” He thought for a moment before grinning lasciviously. “Hell yes, baby doll.” He lifted the hem of her dress and yanked it hard over her head, letting it drop quickly and putting hands right back on her body. She did the same to his old, grimy shirt, throwing it off towards the shuttle wall. “Yeah, that’s right,” he murmured, voice sensual and low, “you’re gonna scream tonight li’l girl.”
“Yes, whatever you proscribe… Mmm, need you now. Must hurry, must hurry, little mice scurry scurry.”
“What the hell’s that mean? You ever talk about mice before?” He cupped her breasts as she started tugging off his pants.
“Cannot explain - thoughts clouded. You take over.” He helped her push his pants to his ankles, leaning against the wall to pull his boots off before stepping out of his cargoes. River groaned a little as he pulled off her underwear. They were both standing there, stark naked, and with a dark, burning smile Jayne grabbed her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he turned, pushing her back against the cold shuttle wall.
“Yes,” she hissed as he moved inside her. “Time… Floating, they will… Do not know what is coming. Must not let it ignite.”
Jayne didn’t know what she was saying, and he didn’t really care. She was soft and warm all around him, beautiful and glowing like some sort of flesh-bound star.
And then the door clanged open.
“Jayne! Are you…” Mal stood there, mouth open, staring in cold disbelief at the two connected bodies. “What the hell is goin’ on here?” he screamed.
River gasped and Jayne stopped dead still, not daring to look over at the captain. “Uh… nothin’ captain,” he said loudly, his voice all but shaking. “Just cleanin’ the shuttle. Jus’ like you asked me to.”
“Cleanin’ the shuttle? That’s what you call it? Any reason you got a naked teenager in there with you?”
“I was…” He swallowed. “She was helpin’.”
River shook her head and she slid off the large mercenary. Jayne shuffled her behind his body and grabbed her dress off the floor.
“Here, put this on,” he told her quietly. “Y’don’t need t’be showin’ all your girly bits to ev’ryone.”
“Jayne,” Mal said angrily, keeping his eyes away from River as she put her dress back on, “get your ruttin’ clothes on. We’re goin’ to have a talk.”
“Will not let him hurt you,” River whispered, reaching for Jayne’s pants and shoving them into his arms. She put her head on his chest and wrapped her slender arms as far around him as they would go. “Big and brave and…” She drew in a shallow breath. “I will not let him hurt you.”
“What’s he gonna do?” Jayne swallowed nervously. “He gonna… Gonna throw me out the airlock?”
“Still deciding. Does not know which punishment most befitting.” She looked up at him forlornly. “Never ever ever to see the girl again.”
“Jayne,” Mal said softly, his eyes burning with rage, “put on your clothes. Now. An’ you’re gonna let go o’ the girl an’ we’re havin’ a nice long talk about this.” He kept his eyes fixed on Jayne. “Albatross, I’m sorry he did this t’you. Go to your brother, an’ if this hun dan hurt you - “
“I didn’t hurt her!” Jayne rasped in disbelief. “I mighta done a lotta bad stuff, Mal, sometimes to her, but… But it weren’t like she wasn’t willin’. I ain’t never done a single thing she hadn’t wanted done to ‘er. Hell, sometimes I think she was the one who - “
“Jayne. I don’t want to hear it. I will say it one more time, an’ then I’m not gonna bother with sayin’ any more.” Mal had his hand on his gun, and Jayne knew that the captain was deadly serious. “Put your clothes on. Now.”
River slowly dropped her arms and took a step away from her mercenary. “Obey,” she instructed quietly, her voice flat. Her little hand wrapped around his wrist and brought the tips of his fingers up to her lips. He touched her mouth, tucking away all the memories he had of those soft little lips. She leaned down and kissed his palm. It felt far too much like goodbye, and Jayne felt something extinguish deep, deep down inside him. “You may punch him if you wish,” River said earnestly. “In the throat.”
And she scampered out of the shuttle, leaving the two men standing in the tense, awkward silence. Jayne cleared his throat nervously, pulling on his clothes in fast, jerky movements. He caught sight of River’s pale pink underwear laying by his feet; quickly, futilely hoping Mal wouldn’t notice, he scooped them up and slipped them into his back pocket.
“So… Guess this means I’m off the ship.”
“Yeah. It does.”
Jayne looked down at the floor for a long moment, waiting for Mal to either shoot him or keep talking. When neither happened, he cleared his throat again. “I never hurt her, Mal. We - “
“It don’t matter that you didn’t hurt her, Jayne, the fact is that you did to her at all. She ain’t right, you piece o’ go se. You think she’s really capable o’ makin’ decisions for herself?”
“We… We talked about it.” At Mal’s skeptical look, Jayne amended, “Well sort o’. I mean, I know it ain’t right that she got her brain-pan cut into, but that don’t mean she gotta jus’ not… y’know…. Sit back an’ not live’r nothin’. I was tryin'... Well she said not t'worry, 'cause it's better f'r her to be happy. No matter how she gets t'the happy.”
“An’ you think screwin’ her’s gonna help?”
“No, Mal, it ain’t… It ain’t like - “
“I don’t give a good gorram what it’s like, ‘cause it’s over now. Soon as we touch ground you’re eatin’ it. An’ I don’t ever want to see your face ever again.”
“Can I at least say g’bye to - “
“No.” Mal’s face was blank and his eyes were like ice. “You’re leavin’. An’ that’s it.”
xXx
“Hey cap’n,” Kaylee asked curiously. “Where’s Jayne? I ain’t seen him since we landed. He in his bunk?”
“Hate to tell you this, li’l Kaylee, but… Jayne ain’t gonna be with us no more. He…” Mal looked over to River guiltily. “He found a better deal, decided to cut out ‘fore anything bad went down.”
“Yes, better deal,” River said, her voice a slow monotone. “Death by death - worse than life. Was only protecting himself from those who would wish him harm.”
“Oh no!” Kaylee exclaimed. “He all right? Jayne ain’t in any trouble, is he?”
Mal paused a moment. “No… No, he ain’t in trouble, Kaylee. It’s just time for him to be movin’ on.”
“River! River, where… Oh!” Simon walked in, wearing a relieved smile. “There you are, mei mei. I’ve been worried.”
“Prodigal sister discovered at last. Why worry?”
Simon frowned. “River. River are you… are you all right? Why won’t you look at me?”
“Remain oblivious, Simon. You will be happier that way.”
The captain cleared his throat, unable to look at the poor girl. “Doc, ‘m sure she’s fine. Jus’ needs some time… to herself.”
“Of course,” River agreed bitterly, sounding the most cogent she ever had. “By herself. Without any warmth, without any hope. All by herself.” She stood up, her skirts swinging around bare legs. “Bed time, Simon. Request the girl not be disturbed.”
Simon watched, open-mouthed, as River walked out, her head down and her arms wrapped around herself. “Mal, do you… do you know what’s wrong? Why is she a-acting like this?”
“No idea, doc,” the captain said thickly. “I got no idea.”
xXx
“Don’t need ya!” Jayne raved towards the sky, waving around the bottle of cheap whiskey he’d taken out of the bar Mal had left him in. “Don’t need any o’ ya! I’m good; I’m happy. Always got along by myself before. Hell, I’d rather be by myself now!”
He took a long sip from the bottle, draining the last of it and then throwing the bottle to the ground. It shattered and he laughed loudly at the show of strength. He sat down, staring over the small, sparkling fire.
“Gonna miss ya girl,” he said quietly, wiping the whiskey from his lips with the back of his hand. “Gonna miss you so ruttin’ much.” She wasn’t the most beautiful girl he’d ever been with, and she definitely didn’t have the nicest body. But she was smarter than ten of him put together, with a bright smile and silky legs and the most gorram lovely brown eyes, even with all the crazy burning through them. “Oh, River girl…” He stared at the flickering blaze in front of him, crackling randomly in the cool night.
Jayne took in a deep breath, fingering a shard of glass from the broken bottle. His eyes stung from the dim light of the fire. “I’m gonna miss you.”
~~~
***And if you'd like a fic, as well, go here to put in a request (any fandom, any pairing), and I'll get right to writing it!
Character(s)/Pairing: Rayne
Prompt: fire
Written For: willow_reece, for my 25 Fics of Christmas. Hope ya like it!
Rating: PG-13, I think
Word Count: 1594
Disclaimer: Not mine.
-Author Notes: I'm not 100% happy with how this turned out. I tried, I really did, and I think there are some lovely bits, but overall I just don't know how it all comes together. I guess I'll just have to let the readers judge! Heh. I did try, though, but again - I suck at prompts, so I don't know how that turned out. It was sorta supposed to be the piece's "big" moment, but eh. Fell a little flat. Nevertheless, I tried to make it good. Enjoy! ^_^
Extinguisher
-Christmas fic for willow_reece
River scrambled frantically with his belt, whipping it out of his pants and throwing it on the floor.
“What’s the rush?” Jayne asked, sounding amused. “Jus’ can’t wait to get me nekkid, huh bao bei?” He laughed and pushed her wide dress straps gently off her warm, smooth shoulders.
“No gentle,” she panted. “No, no time. Hurry. Must… must proceed to completion. No time for any other intimacies. Want. Need. Must have you now.”
“What? You got me trained near ‘bout t’enjoy all o’ this girly more’n sex go se an’ now you just wanna…” He thought for a moment before grinning lasciviously. “Hell yes, baby doll.” He lifted the hem of her dress and yanked it hard over her head, letting it drop quickly and putting hands right back on her body. She did the same to his old, grimy shirt, throwing it off towards the shuttle wall. “Yeah, that’s right,” he murmured, voice sensual and low, “you’re gonna scream tonight li’l girl.”
“Yes, whatever you proscribe… Mmm, need you now. Must hurry, must hurry, little mice scurry scurry.”
“What the hell’s that mean? You ever talk about mice before?” He cupped her breasts as she started tugging off his pants.
“Cannot explain - thoughts clouded. You take over.” He helped her push his pants to his ankles, leaning against the wall to pull his boots off before stepping out of his cargoes. River groaned a little as he pulled off her underwear. They were both standing there, stark naked, and with a dark, burning smile Jayne grabbed her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he turned, pushing her back against the cold shuttle wall.
“Yes,” she hissed as he moved inside her. “Time… Floating, they will… Do not know what is coming. Must not let it ignite.”
Jayne didn’t know what she was saying, and he didn’t really care. She was soft and warm all around him, beautiful and glowing like some sort of flesh-bound star.
And then the door clanged open.
“Jayne! Are you…” Mal stood there, mouth open, staring in cold disbelief at the two connected bodies. “What the hell is goin’ on here?” he screamed.
River gasped and Jayne stopped dead still, not daring to look over at the captain. “Uh… nothin’ captain,” he said loudly, his voice all but shaking. “Just cleanin’ the shuttle. Jus’ like you asked me to.”
“Cleanin’ the shuttle? That’s what you call it? Any reason you got a naked teenager in there with you?”
“I was…” He swallowed. “She was helpin’.”
River shook her head and she slid off the large mercenary. Jayne shuffled her behind his body and grabbed her dress off the floor.
“Here, put this on,” he told her quietly. “Y’don’t need t’be showin’ all your girly bits to ev’ryone.”
“Jayne,” Mal said angrily, keeping his eyes away from River as she put her dress back on, “get your ruttin’ clothes on. We’re goin’ to have a talk.”
“Will not let him hurt you,” River whispered, reaching for Jayne’s pants and shoving them into his arms. She put her head on his chest and wrapped her slender arms as far around him as they would go. “Big and brave and…” She drew in a shallow breath. “I will not let him hurt you.”
“What’s he gonna do?” Jayne swallowed nervously. “He gonna… Gonna throw me out the airlock?”
“Still deciding. Does not know which punishment most befitting.” She looked up at him forlornly. “Never ever ever to see the girl again.”
“Jayne,” Mal said softly, his eyes burning with rage, “put on your clothes. Now. An’ you’re gonna let go o’ the girl an’ we’re havin’ a nice long talk about this.” He kept his eyes fixed on Jayne. “Albatross, I’m sorry he did this t’you. Go to your brother, an’ if this hun dan hurt you - “
“I didn’t hurt her!” Jayne rasped in disbelief. “I mighta done a lotta bad stuff, Mal, sometimes to her, but… But it weren’t like she wasn’t willin’. I ain’t never done a single thing she hadn’t wanted done to ‘er. Hell, sometimes I think she was the one who - “
“Jayne. I don’t want to hear it. I will say it one more time, an’ then I’m not gonna bother with sayin’ any more.” Mal had his hand on his gun, and Jayne knew that the captain was deadly serious. “Put your clothes on. Now.”
River slowly dropped her arms and took a step away from her mercenary. “Obey,” she instructed quietly, her voice flat. Her little hand wrapped around his wrist and brought the tips of his fingers up to her lips. He touched her mouth, tucking away all the memories he had of those soft little lips. She leaned down and kissed his palm. It felt far too much like goodbye, and Jayne felt something extinguish deep, deep down inside him. “You may punch him if you wish,” River said earnestly. “In the throat.”
And she scampered out of the shuttle, leaving the two men standing in the tense, awkward silence. Jayne cleared his throat nervously, pulling on his clothes in fast, jerky movements. He caught sight of River’s pale pink underwear laying by his feet; quickly, futilely hoping Mal wouldn’t notice, he scooped them up and slipped them into his back pocket.
“So… Guess this means I’m off the ship.”
“Yeah. It does.”
Jayne looked down at the floor for a long moment, waiting for Mal to either shoot him or keep talking. When neither happened, he cleared his throat again. “I never hurt her, Mal. We - “
“It don’t matter that you didn’t hurt her, Jayne, the fact is that you did to her at all. She ain’t right, you piece o’ go se. You think she’s really capable o’ makin’ decisions for herself?”
“We… We talked about it.” At Mal’s skeptical look, Jayne amended, “Well sort o’. I mean, I know it ain’t right that she got her brain-pan cut into, but that don’t mean she gotta jus’ not… y’know…. Sit back an’ not live’r nothin’. I was tryin'... Well she said not t'worry, 'cause it's better f'r her to be happy. No matter how she gets t'the happy.”
“An’ you think screwin’ her’s gonna help?”
“No, Mal, it ain’t… It ain’t like - “
“I don’t give a good gorram what it’s like, ‘cause it’s over now. Soon as we touch ground you’re eatin’ it. An’ I don’t ever want to see your face ever again.”
“Can I at least say g’bye to - “
“No.” Mal’s face was blank and his eyes were like ice. “You’re leavin’. An’ that’s it.”
xXx
“Hey cap’n,” Kaylee asked curiously. “Where’s Jayne? I ain’t seen him since we landed. He in his bunk?”
“Hate to tell you this, li’l Kaylee, but… Jayne ain’t gonna be with us no more. He…” Mal looked over to River guiltily. “He found a better deal, decided to cut out ‘fore anything bad went down.”
“Yes, better deal,” River said, her voice a slow monotone. “Death by death - worse than life. Was only protecting himself from those who would wish him harm.”
“Oh no!” Kaylee exclaimed. “He all right? Jayne ain’t in any trouble, is he?”
Mal paused a moment. “No… No, he ain’t in trouble, Kaylee. It’s just time for him to be movin’ on.”
“River! River, where… Oh!” Simon walked in, wearing a relieved smile. “There you are, mei mei. I’ve been worried.”
“Prodigal sister discovered at last. Why worry?”
Simon frowned. “River. River are you… are you all right? Why won’t you look at me?”
“Remain oblivious, Simon. You will be happier that way.”
The captain cleared his throat, unable to look at the poor girl. “Doc, ‘m sure she’s fine. Jus’ needs some time… to herself.”
“Of course,” River agreed bitterly, sounding the most cogent she ever had. “By herself. Without any warmth, without any hope. All by herself.” She stood up, her skirts swinging around bare legs. “Bed time, Simon. Request the girl not be disturbed.”
Simon watched, open-mouthed, as River walked out, her head down and her arms wrapped around herself. “Mal, do you… do you know what’s wrong? Why is she a-acting like this?”
“No idea, doc,” the captain said thickly. “I got no idea.”
xXx
“Don’t need ya!” Jayne raved towards the sky, waving around the bottle of cheap whiskey he’d taken out of the bar Mal had left him in. “Don’t need any o’ ya! I’m good; I’m happy. Always got along by myself before. Hell, I’d rather be by myself now!”
He took a long sip from the bottle, draining the last of it and then throwing the bottle to the ground. It shattered and he laughed loudly at the show of strength. He sat down, staring over the small, sparkling fire.
“Gonna miss ya girl,” he said quietly, wiping the whiskey from his lips with the back of his hand. “Gonna miss you so ruttin’ much.” She wasn’t the most beautiful girl he’d ever been with, and she definitely didn’t have the nicest body. But she was smarter than ten of him put together, with a bright smile and silky legs and the most gorram lovely brown eyes, even with all the crazy burning through them. “Oh, River girl…” He stared at the flickering blaze in front of him, crackling randomly in the cool night.
Jayne took in a deep breath, fingering a shard of glass from the broken bottle. His eyes stung from the dim light of the fire. “I’m gonna miss you.”
~~~
***And if you'd like a fic, as well, go here to put in a request (any fandom, any pairing), and I'll get right to writing it!