Happy Birthday, Raven!!!
A little belated gift ...you probably won't see this until your birthday's over with but hopefully you'll still enjoy it.
Hope your day was amazing!
Title: Stupid Is As Stupid Does
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: River/Jayne
Genre: Fluff
Disclaimer: I claim nothing but the box.
Summary: He's always been better with his hands than his words.
Written for: raven_40 's birthday!
Unbeta'd so I'm sure there's a zillion errors. Sorry about that.
He was getting stupid again.
Jayne wiped a hand on the front of his pants, the other already occupied.
The object of his gaze was laying on a stack of crates about chest height, hair dangling over the edge and bare feet moving to some unheard beat. In her hands was a book she'd pro'lly stole from the Captain.
"Uh, Crazy?"
River's head tilted back to look at him. Her smile lit her whole face.
It made his chest hurt.
"Jayne is done hiding now?"
That stopped him short. "Huh?"
Closing her book, River turned over and perched on her knees. "You have been playing hide and seek with the girl. Keeping secrets."
He guessed that was kinda accurate.
"Sorta." He gestured to the box. "You already know what this is then?"
Hair shifted around her face as she shook her head. "I have not peeked. Worked very hard not to see."
"Oh. That's good then."
After a long pause, River's brows rose on her forehead.
"I am ready for my present now."
He started, eager to get rid of it but corrected, "It ain't a present. Jus' replacing is all."
She nodded, taking the box with reverence more suited to a delicate, expensive ....delicate thing. He hadn't wrapped it or nothing since it weren't a gift and River automatically ran her fingers over the grain of the wood, tracing her name. Jayne was glad she seemed to like it 'cause he'd had to do a lot of tracing off a scrap of paper he'd pinched from her room. It was 'Nara who'd originally done it and her writin' was a lot fancier than his own chicken scratch.
"Well, ya gonna open it?"
Glancing up briefly with that same chest-hurting smile, River did just that.
A tiny little ballerina ...or what Jayne hoped passed for one ...started to spin to violins or somesuch. Jayne wasn't sure; he'd traded Kaylee for the music player and it sounded uppity and Core-like enough to work.
"Don't know much about ballerinas sides that one from the store an', well, you. Ain't painted or nuthin' like that other one neither."
River had been entrancified the second she'd laid eyes on the thing in that shop. Girl'd never paid no never mind to any other shops they'd ever stepped foot in, whether they had girly trappings or not. But one little music box and Crazy laid down more'n half her earnings from the last job.
Didn't make no sense.
"It's perfect."
Jayne nodded sharply, uncomfortable and yet unreasonably happy she liked it.
"Yeah, well, that's good then."
"You were not at fault for the first's being broken. Had no need to make recompense."
"It was my foot kicked it outta the mule."
"Captain's bad driving that caused misplaced footing and greedy bandits that preceded that."
What was she pokin' at him for? Couldn't she just say thank you and be done with it instead a having to know the answer fer everything?
Jus' didn't seem right is all. An' she'd been all upset when she'd realized it was gone.
He crossed his arms over his chest. "Listen, if you don't wan' it..."
A hand rested on his forearm and before Jayne could rightly determine what was happening, she'd kissed his cheek.
"It's perfect," she repeated.
As she pulled away, the warmth of her lips still on his skin, he thought to himself, "I thought she was gonna kiss me on the mouth."
"Do you want me to?"
It was always a little off-putting when River answered something he'd said in his head. No matter how long she'd been doing it now, he still spent a few seconds wondering what she was talking about.
When Jayne figured it out, he said, "I don't kiss on the mouth."
River smiled. "That doesn't answer the question."
"The hell it don't!"
Still wearing that slight grin, she quirked her head to the side, studying him in that creepifying way she did that made his brain feel exposed. Usually when he caught her doing it, he made sure to think something extra lewd so that she'd blush or frown at him disapprovingly and, here's the important part, get out of his head. However, considering the way her arms suddenly rested on his chest, working their way up to his shoulders, Jayne wasn't sure if dirty thoughts were gonna solve the problem.
And this was definitely a problem.
"Why?" she asked right before she kissed his chin.
"Stop that," he demanded automatically, trying to push her away.
Even though a part of him was thinking the complete opposite and his heart was beating clear out of his chest.
"That is impossible," she murmured, her hand burning into the skin on the back of his neck. "You would be dead. I have far too many plans for you to allow you to die now."
Plans?! She had plans involving him?
Panicking in the manliest way possible, Jayne gripped her tiny wrists in his hands and held them between their bodies. "Ain't no plans for me and you, girl."
She sighed the sigh she usually reserved for her brother when he was 'being a boob'. Completely ignoring the space he had just put between them, River scooted forward. That was okay because Jayne could step back. He wasn't running. He was retreating. For survival reasons. Airlocks and such weren't good for his health.
Her lips quirked up at that thought which annoyed him to no end.
He glared at her. "Crazy, you best be getting out of..."
She jumped.
It was either catch her or watch her fall on her pi gu and break something, so there he was, with an armful of Crazy.
"Are you always this stubborn?" she asked, so close he could feel her breath on his lips.
"Yes."
River smiled outright at that.
"Good," she murmured in a husky voice he wouldn't have thought her capable of.
Then she pulled his hair and traced a vein up the side of his neck with her tongue before nipping the skin there.
Jayne couldn't stop the groan that worked its way out of his throat any more than the way his fingers flexed on the rounded girlflesh in his grasp.
"Crazy, yer gonna be the death of me."
Her fingers tunneled further in his hair. She leaned back to look at him and shook her head.
"Plans," she said simply.
"I ain't much for planning," he growled, but he didn't push her away again.
That gorram smile came out again. More of a smirk this time. One hand came around and cupped his jaw, her thumb stroking his chin.
"No, my Jayne is a man of action."
He wasn't sure if it was the my Jayne or what the action implied, but something in him slipped free and he wanted.
He wanted and he didn't want to fight himself over it anymore.
"You bet yer bootless feet he is."
And then, bless the good and fluffy lord, he was tasting her sweet lips and a moan passed from her mouth to his.
Yep. He was getting stupid again.
Guess it was a good thing his girl was so smart.
River smiled against his lips.
Hope your day was amazing!
Title: Stupid Is As Stupid Does
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: River/Jayne
Genre: Fluff
Disclaimer: I claim nothing but the box.
Summary: He's always been better with his hands than his words.
Written for: raven_40 's birthday!
Unbeta'd so I'm sure there's a zillion errors. Sorry about that.
He was getting stupid again.
Jayne wiped a hand on the front of his pants, the other already occupied.
The object of his gaze was laying on a stack of crates about chest height, hair dangling over the edge and bare feet moving to some unheard beat. In her hands was a book she'd pro'lly stole from the Captain.
"Uh, Crazy?"
River's head tilted back to look at him. Her smile lit her whole face.
It made his chest hurt.
"Jayne is done hiding now?"
That stopped him short. "Huh?"
Closing her book, River turned over and perched on her knees. "You have been playing hide and seek with the girl. Keeping secrets."
He guessed that was kinda accurate.
"Sorta." He gestured to the box. "You already know what this is then?"
Hair shifted around her face as she shook her head. "I have not peeked. Worked very hard not to see."
"Oh. That's good then."
After a long pause, River's brows rose on her forehead.
"I am ready for my present now."
He started, eager to get rid of it but corrected, "It ain't a present. Jus' replacing is all."
She nodded, taking the box with reverence more suited to a delicate, expensive ....delicate thing. He hadn't wrapped it or nothing since it weren't a gift and River automatically ran her fingers over the grain of the wood, tracing her name. Jayne was glad she seemed to like it 'cause he'd had to do a lot of tracing off a scrap of paper he'd pinched from her room. It was 'Nara who'd originally done it and her writin' was a lot fancier than his own chicken scratch.
"Well, ya gonna open it?"
Glancing up briefly with that same chest-hurting smile, River did just that.
A tiny little ballerina ...or what Jayne hoped passed for one ...started to spin to violins or somesuch. Jayne wasn't sure; he'd traded Kaylee for the music player and it sounded uppity and Core-like enough to work.
"Don't know much about ballerinas sides that one from the store an', well, you. Ain't painted or nuthin' like that other one neither."
River had been entrancified the second she'd laid eyes on the thing in that shop. Girl'd never paid no never mind to any other shops they'd ever stepped foot in, whether they had girly trappings or not. But one little music box and Crazy laid down more'n half her earnings from the last job.
Didn't make no sense.
"It's perfect."
Jayne nodded sharply, uncomfortable and yet unreasonably happy she liked it.
"Yeah, well, that's good then."
"You were not at fault for the first's being broken. Had no need to make recompense."
"It was my foot kicked it outta the mule."
"Captain's bad driving that caused misplaced footing and greedy bandits that preceded that."
What was she pokin' at him for? Couldn't she just say thank you and be done with it instead a having to know the answer fer everything?
Jus' didn't seem right is all. An' she'd been all upset when she'd realized it was gone.
He crossed his arms over his chest. "Listen, if you don't wan' it..."
A hand rested on his forearm and before Jayne could rightly determine what was happening, she'd kissed his cheek.
"It's perfect," she repeated.
As she pulled away, the warmth of her lips still on his skin, he thought to himself, "I thought she was gonna kiss me on the mouth."
"Do you want me to?"
It was always a little off-putting when River answered something he'd said in his head. No matter how long she'd been doing it now, he still spent a few seconds wondering what she was talking about.
When Jayne figured it out, he said, "I don't kiss on the mouth."
River smiled. "That doesn't answer the question."
"The hell it don't!"
Still wearing that slight grin, she quirked her head to the side, studying him in that creepifying way she did that made his brain feel exposed. Usually when he caught her doing it, he made sure to think something extra lewd so that she'd blush or frown at him disapprovingly and, here's the important part, get out of his head. However, considering the way her arms suddenly rested on his chest, working their way up to his shoulders, Jayne wasn't sure if dirty thoughts were gonna solve the problem.
And this was definitely a problem.
"Why?" she asked right before she kissed his chin.
"Stop that," he demanded automatically, trying to push her away.
Even though a part of him was thinking the complete opposite and his heart was beating clear out of his chest.
"That is impossible," she murmured, her hand burning into the skin on the back of his neck. "You would be dead. I have far too many plans for you to allow you to die now."
Plans?! She had plans involving him?
Panicking in the manliest way possible, Jayne gripped her tiny wrists in his hands and held them between their bodies. "Ain't no plans for me and you, girl."
She sighed the sigh she usually reserved for her brother when he was 'being a boob'. Completely ignoring the space he had just put between them, River scooted forward. That was okay because Jayne could step back. He wasn't running. He was retreating. For survival reasons. Airlocks and such weren't good for his health.
Her lips quirked up at that thought which annoyed him to no end.
He glared at her. "Crazy, you best be getting out of..."
She jumped.
It was either catch her or watch her fall on her pi gu and break something, so there he was, with an armful of Crazy.
"Are you always this stubborn?" she asked, so close he could feel her breath on his lips.
"Yes."
River smiled outright at that.
"Good," she murmured in a husky voice he wouldn't have thought her capable of.
Then she pulled his hair and traced a vein up the side of his neck with her tongue before nipping the skin there.
Jayne couldn't stop the groan that worked its way out of his throat any more than the way his fingers flexed on the rounded girlflesh in his grasp.
"Crazy, yer gonna be the death of me."
Her fingers tunneled further in his hair. She leaned back to look at him and shook her head.
"Plans," she said simply.
"I ain't much for planning," he growled, but he didn't push her away again.
That gorram smile came out again. More of a smirk this time. One hand came around and cupped his jaw, her thumb stroking his chin.
"No, my Jayne is a man of action."
He wasn't sure if it was the my Jayne or what the action implied, but something in him slipped free and he wanted.
He wanted and he didn't want to fight himself over it anymore.
"You bet yer bootless feet he is."
And then, bless the good and fluffy lord, he was tasting her sweet lips and a moan passed from her mouth to his.
Yep. He was getting stupid again.
Guess it was a good thing his girl was so smart.
River smiled against his lips.