5x5 Prompt: Need
Title: Need
Author: just_unravel
Rating: R
Prompt: #24 Semi-professional
Warning: Here be the angst.
Disclaimer: Why yes, I do own Jayne. [No, not really.]
A/N: The lyrics are from the song "Stay" by Coal; it's absolutely heartbreaking.
"come on up inside my bed and just pretend you need me"
She remains motionless in the doorframe, staring in defeat at the mercenary in front of her. She didn't question his presence; she's learned not to. She knows his reasons for being here. He only comes to her when he's stressed. Or angry. Or lonely. He only comes when he needs the release only she can provide, but never because he needs her. He pushes past her and enters the room, uninvited. Uninvited...that's not true. He's always invited since she never protests.
After locking the door, she turns around and watches him as he sets his weapons on her dresser and strips off his shirt. He's undoing his pants while making his way to her bed and glances in her direction in expectation. She uses this time to look at him and asks him, silently with her eyes, if this is what he wants. But she knows this isn't about want, it's about need. He continues in his removal of clothing and settles himself on the mattress, answering her in a similar silence.
Within a moment, she peels off her own dress, climbs on top of him, and begins their ritual. There is no foreplay, no whispered words in each others ears, no kisses. It is just the mechanical movements of sex that achieves the desired results. Each moan, each groan, each expression of satisfaction is physiology, just a reaction to the friction of their bodies. Afterwards, she collapses against his chest but he automatically rolls her onto her side. There is no closeness nor intimacy passing between them.
Need is a funny thing, she muses to herself while molding her body next to his. There is a difference between want and need. With want, a person can find some semblance of control. Want can be suppressed, denied. But need? Need is something that burrows under the skin and into the marrow of bone. Need is survival. It is need that brings him here and it is need that prevents him from pushing her away completely.
"you don't have to lie about what you know / we both know you've been sufferin'"
She feels him stir beside her and he begins to thread his fingers through her long, dark hair. Closing his eyes, he nuzzles his nose to her head and breathes in the scent of lavender. His arm tightens its grasp around her waist and, in a few moments, he shifts their bodies so he is hovering over her. When she looks into his haunted eyes, she sees the tears starting to form. And then, he breaks down; he gives into his need.
Placing his head in the valley between her breasts, he unloads his burden onto her. And it is in moments like this when she has come to need him. His vulnerability and his pain overwhelm her senses and logic and all she can do is hold him as close to her as he will allow. His body is shaking with sobs and she can only try to calm him with her simple touch.
With every one of his visits, he unknowningly breaks down another one of her walls. It has gotten to the point that she relies on the feelings he brings out--that of nurturing, and care, and love. Love... She promised herself never to love, never to let anyone in for fear they may break her again. But she's come to need him for the love he awakens inside of her, bit by bit. But she knows, he will never love her, never need her the way she needs him.
After Jayne collects himself and all the tears have stopped, he stands up from the bed, gathers his clothes, and proceeds to get dressed. He reaches into his pocket and takes out a bundle of cash. Placing the money on the dresser, he grunts his thanks and leaves without a word. She stands up to collect the money, not bothering to count because he always pays more than she charges. In truth, she wouldn't charge him at all but that would only be admitting that she needs him as well.
"well you can use my body to do what you have to, but stay a little longer...stay with me"
Author: just_unravel
Rating: R
Prompt: #24 Semi-professional
Warning: Here be the angst.
Disclaimer: Why yes, I do own Jayne. [No, not really.]
A/N: The lyrics are from the song "Stay" by Coal; it's absolutely heartbreaking.
"come on up inside my bed and just pretend you need me"
She remains motionless in the doorframe, staring in defeat at the mercenary in front of her. She didn't question his presence; she's learned not to. She knows his reasons for being here. He only comes to her when he's stressed. Or angry. Or lonely. He only comes when he needs the release only she can provide, but never because he needs her. He pushes past her and enters the room, uninvited. Uninvited...that's not true. He's always invited since she never protests.
After locking the door, she turns around and watches him as he sets his weapons on her dresser and strips off his shirt. He's undoing his pants while making his way to her bed and glances in her direction in expectation. She uses this time to look at him and asks him, silently with her eyes, if this is what he wants. But she knows this isn't about want, it's about need. He continues in his removal of clothing and settles himself on the mattress, answering her in a similar silence.
Within a moment, she peels off her own dress, climbs on top of him, and begins their ritual. There is no foreplay, no whispered words in each others ears, no kisses. It is just the mechanical movements of sex that achieves the desired results. Each moan, each groan, each expression of satisfaction is physiology, just a reaction to the friction of their bodies. Afterwards, she collapses against his chest but he automatically rolls her onto her side. There is no closeness nor intimacy passing between them.
Need is a funny thing, she muses to herself while molding her body next to his. There is a difference between want and need. With want, a person can find some semblance of control. Want can be suppressed, denied. But need? Need is something that burrows under the skin and into the marrow of bone. Need is survival. It is need that brings him here and it is need that prevents him from pushing her away completely.
"you don't have to lie about what you know / we both know you've been sufferin'"
She feels him stir beside her and he begins to thread his fingers through her long, dark hair. Closing his eyes, he nuzzles his nose to her head and breathes in the scent of lavender. His arm tightens its grasp around her waist and, in a few moments, he shifts their bodies so he is hovering over her. When she looks into his haunted eyes, she sees the tears starting to form. And then, he breaks down; he gives into his need.
Placing his head in the valley between her breasts, he unloads his burden onto her. And it is in moments like this when she has come to need him. His vulnerability and his pain overwhelm her senses and logic and all she can do is hold him as close to her as he will allow. His body is shaking with sobs and she can only try to calm him with her simple touch.
With every one of his visits, he unknowningly breaks down another one of her walls. It has gotten to the point that she relies on the feelings he brings out--that of nurturing, and care, and love. Love... She promised herself never to love, never to let anyone in for fear they may break her again. But she's come to need him for the love he awakens inside of her, bit by bit. But she knows, he will never love her, never need her the way she needs him.
After Jayne collects himself and all the tears have stopped, he stands up from the bed, gathers his clothes, and proceeds to get dressed. He reaches into his pocket and takes out a bundle of cash. Placing the money on the dresser, he grunts his thanks and leaves without a word. She stands up to collect the money, not bothering to count because he always pays more than she charges. In truth, she wouldn't charge him at all but that would only be admitting that she needs him as well.
"well you can use my body to do what you have to, but stay a little longer...stay with me"