Rayne Fic: In the Rain
Title: In the Rain
Author: nutmeg610
Rating: PG -13
Summary: This is based on a scene from Snow White: A Tale of Terror. I tried to make it so you didn't have to see the movie to understand it (hopefully), though there are illusions to other events of the movie. I think it's clear enough though.
Notes: romanceguru suggested that instead of revamping another Disney flick, I should do Snow White: A Tale of Terror. And while I'd love to do it someday, I've got so many fics on the backburner that it'll have to wait. But in the meantime, I rewrote my favorite scene. romanceguru, I dedicate this to you! *huggles*
River looked up from the crackling fire that was keeping her and the dwindling number of outcasts warm in the cold stone cottage. She could see Jayne standing off in the shadows, his back to her. He had taken his shirt off, and was allowing the cold rainwater that seeped through the cracks in the roof to fall upon his head and shoulders. She figured that was his way of taking a bath, or perhaps cleansing himself after the death they had witnessed that afternoon.
She got up and moved away from the warmth of the flames and the softly spoken conversations to move slowly behind Jayne. In the dim light the fire cast across the room, she could see the deep, pink scars that crisscrossed his back. She winced as she saw them closer. They looked like they had been given with a leather whip, or perhaps even a chain. She didn't realize she was reaching her hand up to touch one until Jayne whirled around and caught her wrist in his painfully tight grip.
She jumped slightly at his quick reflexes, but ignored the pain in her wrist and cautiously lifted her other hand up gently towards his face. His eyes darted across her face carefully, looking for signs of pity or disgust in her eyes. Seeing neither, he allowed her fingertips to trail down the deep scar that ran from the corner of his eye down across his cheek. River examined it closely, memorizing it's color and texture, before she met his eyes.
He had loosened his grip on her wrist, and was now gently rubbing circles in her skin with his thumb, a silent way of letting her know he was sorry he had grabbed her so roughly. River cupped his cheek in her hand and leaned forward slightly, the chilly rainwater dripping against her forehead. Jayne carefully pulled her out of the rainfall and slid his hand around her back to draw her closer. He leaned down slowly, giving her plenty of time to draw away if she desired it.
When she didn't, he took it as a good sign, and carefully pressed his lips to hers. River was surprised at how gentle he was, as if he was afraid he'd hurt her or scare her away. She didn't know how to say in words that he could never scare her, that even with his wild blue eyes and fierce demeanor, she felt safer with him than with anyone else she knew, except perhaps her father. So she kissed him back, just as gently, letting him know that she wouldn't pull away.
Jayne broke the kiss and looked down at her tenderly. He knew at that moment that he would never let any harm come to her. He would protect her with his life. He wouldn't, couldn't lose her like he had lost his family.
River looked up at him and knew that she could trust him completely. Under his harsh exterior was a man who had suffered great loss, and would do anything to keep it from happening again. From happening to her. She slid her hand into his wet hair and pulled his head down for another kiss. She needed to feel his warm breath again. Needed to feel the soft pressure of his lips. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see a weak smile touch the corner of his mouth as he let her pull him down.
She kissed him first this time, and immediately craved more. She shyly parted her lips and ran her tongue against his lips. He opened his mouth and met her tongue with his own. She had never felt anything like it before, and wondered how she could feel like she was floating while being held down to the ground in his strong arms. He ran his tongue slowly across her bottom teeth, then rubbed it against hers. River didn't realize she was moaning until the low sound reached her ears.
Jayne pulled back reluctantly, knowing there was no more they could do while in the cottage with others nearby. Though he wanted to do so much more, and from the look on her face, so did she. Yet she still looked so innocent, as if she was feeling things she had never felt before. It occurred to Jayne that she probably hadn't, and that made him want to be all the more gentle with her.
River massaged her fingers against the back of his head and smiled sweetly at him, a blush staining her pale white cheeks. And for the first time in years, Jayne gave a real, geniune smile back. No, he couldn't lose her. She was as precious and rare as a flower growing in the snow, and now she was his to protect.
Author: nutmeg610
Rating: PG -13
Summary: This is based on a scene from Snow White: A Tale of Terror. I tried to make it so you didn't have to see the movie to understand it (hopefully), though there are illusions to other events of the movie. I think it's clear enough though.
Notes: romanceguru suggested that instead of revamping another Disney flick, I should do Snow White: A Tale of Terror. And while I'd love to do it someday, I've got so many fics on the backburner that it'll have to wait. But in the meantime, I rewrote my favorite scene. romanceguru, I dedicate this to you! *huggles*
River looked up from the crackling fire that was keeping her and the dwindling number of outcasts warm in the cold stone cottage. She could see Jayne standing off in the shadows, his back to her. He had taken his shirt off, and was allowing the cold rainwater that seeped through the cracks in the roof to fall upon his head and shoulders. She figured that was his way of taking a bath, or perhaps cleansing himself after the death they had witnessed that afternoon.
She got up and moved away from the warmth of the flames and the softly spoken conversations to move slowly behind Jayne. In the dim light the fire cast across the room, she could see the deep, pink scars that crisscrossed his back. She winced as she saw them closer. They looked like they had been given with a leather whip, or perhaps even a chain. She didn't realize she was reaching her hand up to touch one until Jayne whirled around and caught her wrist in his painfully tight grip.
She jumped slightly at his quick reflexes, but ignored the pain in her wrist and cautiously lifted her other hand up gently towards his face. His eyes darted across her face carefully, looking for signs of pity or disgust in her eyes. Seeing neither, he allowed her fingertips to trail down the deep scar that ran from the corner of his eye down across his cheek. River examined it closely, memorizing it's color and texture, before she met his eyes.
He had loosened his grip on her wrist, and was now gently rubbing circles in her skin with his thumb, a silent way of letting her know he was sorry he had grabbed her so roughly. River cupped his cheek in her hand and leaned forward slightly, the chilly rainwater dripping against her forehead. Jayne carefully pulled her out of the rainfall and slid his hand around her back to draw her closer. He leaned down slowly, giving her plenty of time to draw away if she desired it.
When she didn't, he took it as a good sign, and carefully pressed his lips to hers. River was surprised at how gentle he was, as if he was afraid he'd hurt her or scare her away. She didn't know how to say in words that he could never scare her, that even with his wild blue eyes and fierce demeanor, she felt safer with him than with anyone else she knew, except perhaps her father. So she kissed him back, just as gently, letting him know that she wouldn't pull away.
Jayne broke the kiss and looked down at her tenderly. He knew at that moment that he would never let any harm come to her. He would protect her with his life. He wouldn't, couldn't lose her like he had lost his family.
River looked up at him and knew that she could trust him completely. Under his harsh exterior was a man who had suffered great loss, and would do anything to keep it from happening again. From happening to her. She slid her hand into his wet hair and pulled his head down for another kiss. She needed to feel his warm breath again. Needed to feel the soft pressure of his lips. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see a weak smile touch the corner of his mouth as he let her pull him down.
She kissed him first this time, and immediately craved more. She shyly parted her lips and ran her tongue against his lips. He opened his mouth and met her tongue with his own. She had never felt anything like it before, and wondered how she could feel like she was floating while being held down to the ground in his strong arms. He ran his tongue slowly across her bottom teeth, then rubbed it against hers. River didn't realize she was moaning until the low sound reached her ears.
Jayne pulled back reluctantly, knowing there was no more they could do while in the cottage with others nearby. Though he wanted to do so much more, and from the look on her face, so did she. Yet she still looked so innocent, as if she was feeling things she had never felt before. It occurred to Jayne that she probably hadn't, and that made him want to be all the more gentle with her.
River massaged her fingers against the back of his head and smiled sweetly at him, a blush staining her pale white cheeks. And for the first time in years, Jayne gave a real, geniune smile back. No, he couldn't lose her. She was as precious and rare as a flower growing in the snow, and now she was his to protect.