Joss100 - 5 drabbles
All for joss100. Apparently I felt like Mal/Jayne this morning. These are just quickies 'cause I want the challenge done.
Prompt: Lust
Characters: Mal/Jayne
Rating:: R
Wordcount: 286
Such a slow burn.
Jayne had ignited his lust the first moment they'd locked eyes. It was completely inappropriate, he knew, but one didn't have much control over these things. He hadn't acted on it.
Of course it turned out he didn't even like the guy. That he was an idiotic oaf useful only for arming and pointing at the bad guy. He had so few moments of intelligence or even coherence that Mal was starting to wonder if he'd been dropped on this head as a child.
Still, to watch him lift those weights was enough to break him down into an utter mess. He watched those muscles bulge under the rough skin, watched the way his face contorted with the effort. The sweat made him shine and the grunts sent sparks right through Mal.
It was a stupid obsession and he knew it would pass, just as soon as it had played its part. He had some mighty pretty girls aboard this boat and though he wouldn't touch none of them - with one exception - he could try deflecting his lust in one of those directions. And to an extent it worked but still, hearing Jayne talk dirty at the table with that crude tongue of his had Mal wishing he could put that mouth to better uses.
Too much drink and too little sex had him admitting this to Jayne, out in the mudder's bar. After that it was only a matter of minutes before he found himself lost in the wet heat of Jayne's rough mouth, groaning and melting with his back pressed harshly against the wall.
He just hoped that this would kill the lust, at least for a while.
Prompt: Hate
Characters: Mal
Rating:: PG
Wordcount: 100
His mother taught him not to hate.
She said that it was a worthless emotion and that all it did was cloud one's judgement. It burnt you more than it burnt whatever, whoever you were hating. It drew out the nights and sleep refused to take those people who hated constantly.
Mal agreed. Her wisdom was known and he had left her knowing he'd do right by that. He'd never hate.
Now, years and ages on, Mal sat wide awake in the black of night and he was glad his mother could never see the red hot hatred burning through him.
Prompt: Love
Characters: Mal/crew
Rating:: PG
Wordcount: 171
Love was a luxury Mal could not afford. There were too many risks attached to it. He had loved before and it had come to no good; he was starting to think he was cursed to be alone for the rest of his sorry, worn out life.
But something Kaylee did made him realise differently. She had woken him far too early and dragged him into the galley, claiming a problem; when he arrived, though, all he found was sparkling decorations and a protein-based cake glowing happily on the table. He'd never told her his birthday.
Everyone was there, smiling and singing his cheer. Even Zoë. He found no witty response and just stared, dumbfounded, around at his friends.
It wasn't until Zoë dragged him off an hour later to give him an honest 'happy birthday, sir,' that he realised something. All this time he'd assumed he was without love, but it turned out he was surrounded by the strangest kind.
And he could even blame the sappiness on the exhaustion.
Prompt: Anger
Characters: Mal, Jayne
Rating:: R
Wordcount: 100
Anger could do a lot of things to a person.
It could kill them. It could make them a murderer. It could stop their smile in its tracks and never let it resurface. It could make them spend their lives struggling through an impossible mission and never let them realise their folly.
Mal knew this. Mal had felt far too much anger to know any differently. Still, he had never imagined that anger could do this as he found himself pressing Jayne against the wall, their bodies stiff against each other.
He knew he would go to the special hell.
Prompt: Jealousy
Characters: Mal/Simon implied
Rating:: PG
Wordcount: 100
He knew jealousy well. He knew it because all the past few years had been spent watching people he loved or respected constantly leaving him for other people. He knew it because those he hated had done so much better for themselves and left him kicking in the dirt trails behind them.
He knew that bubble in his throat, the only thing keeping back the spiteful words he wished to say. He knew that he could feel like a lonely teenager in just a few minutes.
So why, as he watched Simon dote on Kaylee, did he feel that now?
Prompt: Lust
Characters: Mal/Jayne
Rating:: R
Wordcount: 286
Such a slow burn.
Jayne had ignited his lust the first moment they'd locked eyes. It was completely inappropriate, he knew, but one didn't have much control over these things. He hadn't acted on it.
Of course it turned out he didn't even like the guy. That he was an idiotic oaf useful only for arming and pointing at the bad guy. He had so few moments of intelligence or even coherence that Mal was starting to wonder if he'd been dropped on this head as a child.
Still, to watch him lift those weights was enough to break him down into an utter mess. He watched those muscles bulge under the rough skin, watched the way his face contorted with the effort. The sweat made him shine and the grunts sent sparks right through Mal.
It was a stupid obsession and he knew it would pass, just as soon as it had played its part. He had some mighty pretty girls aboard this boat and though he wouldn't touch none of them - with one exception - he could try deflecting his lust in one of those directions. And to an extent it worked but still, hearing Jayne talk dirty at the table with that crude tongue of his had Mal wishing he could put that mouth to better uses.
Too much drink and too little sex had him admitting this to Jayne, out in the mudder's bar. After that it was only a matter of minutes before he found himself lost in the wet heat of Jayne's rough mouth, groaning and melting with his back pressed harshly against the wall.
He just hoped that this would kill the lust, at least for a while.
Prompt: Hate
Characters: Mal
Rating:: PG
Wordcount: 100
His mother taught him not to hate.
She said that it was a worthless emotion and that all it did was cloud one's judgement. It burnt you more than it burnt whatever, whoever you were hating. It drew out the nights and sleep refused to take those people who hated constantly.
Mal agreed. Her wisdom was known and he had left her knowing he'd do right by that. He'd never hate.
Now, years and ages on, Mal sat wide awake in the black of night and he was glad his mother could never see the red hot hatred burning through him.
Prompt: Love
Characters: Mal/crew
Rating:: PG
Wordcount: 171
Love was a luxury Mal could not afford. There were too many risks attached to it. He had loved before and it had come to no good; he was starting to think he was cursed to be alone for the rest of his sorry, worn out life.
But something Kaylee did made him realise differently. She had woken him far too early and dragged him into the galley, claiming a problem; when he arrived, though, all he found was sparkling decorations and a protein-based cake glowing happily on the table. He'd never told her his birthday.
Everyone was there, smiling and singing his cheer. Even Zoë. He found no witty response and just stared, dumbfounded, around at his friends.
It wasn't until Zoë dragged him off an hour later to give him an honest 'happy birthday, sir,' that he realised something. All this time he'd assumed he was without love, but it turned out he was surrounded by the strangest kind.
And he could even blame the sappiness on the exhaustion.
Prompt: Anger
Characters: Mal, Jayne
Rating:: R
Wordcount: 100
Anger could do a lot of things to a person.
It could kill them. It could make them a murderer. It could stop their smile in its tracks and never let it resurface. It could make them spend their lives struggling through an impossible mission and never let them realise their folly.
Mal knew this. Mal had felt far too much anger to know any differently. Still, he had never imagined that anger could do this as he found himself pressing Jayne against the wall, their bodies stiff against each other.
He knew he would go to the special hell.
Prompt: Jealousy
Characters: Mal/Simon implied
Rating:: PG
Wordcount: 100
He knew jealousy well. He knew it because all the past few years had been spent watching people he loved or respected constantly leaving him for other people. He knew it because those he hated had done so much better for themselves and left him kicking in the dirt trails behind them.
He knew that bubble in his throat, the only thing keeping back the spiteful words he wished to say. He knew that he could feel like a lonely teenager in just a few minutes.
So why, as he watched Simon dote on Kaylee, did he feel that now?