All's Fair in Love and War (5/5)
Title: The Last Revenge
Series: All’s Fair in Love and War
Prompt: #69 Cave
Rating: R
Word Count: 629
Title: The Last Revenge
Series: All’s Fair in Love and War
Prompt: #69 Cave
Author: Cricket
Disclaimer: I’m just playing with Joss’ toys, but I promise to put them back when I’m done
Rating: R
Word Count: 629
River didn’t mean anything to him, Jayne thought, still holding her in his arms in the middle of the communal bathroom with only a towel covering him. She was fun to mess around with and he didn’t mind being around her anymore, but that didn’t mean a thing. He couldn’t feel anything for her except lust, he told himself, and even then that hand job she gave him hadn’t been anything special; he’d had better. But the way she looked up at him with her big brown eyes full of shining light like he was the hero of her whole gorram ‘verse made something twist in his belly and he knew right then and there he hadn’t thought his plan through enough. It had backfired in the worst way and as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him, he cursed himself for not seeing this coming.
Jayne made it a point never to kiss womenfolk as they had the inclination to rob you blind if they had the chance and he could never find it in himself to trust them. While kissing River had been a risk, he figured it would be worth it to finally get his revenge and he’d kissed her for everything he was worth, which, in his mind at least, was a whole hell of a lot. Now, as she kissed him with sweet abandon the thought of changing his philosophy came streaking through his mind.
He shoved her away cruelly, stepping backwards and looking around the small tiled room with a panicked look in his eyes. This is exactly what he didn’t want. Love just wasn’t something he wanted to be a part of. Sure, having a wife would be fine, he could take care of her while she completed her wifely duties of cooking, cleaning and sexing him up, but loving a woman was completely different. Love meant weakness of character, caving in and letting her change and mold you to her specifications. And loving this woman meant no more whores, a lot less drinking and, worst of all, having something in common with her brother. No way could he let this happen. He composed himself, putting on his trademark grimace and met River’s eyes where she stood, surprise and a little bit of hurt written all over her face.
“Look, girl, I was just messin’ around with ya. It didn’t mean a thing. Ya can’t go kissin’ on me like that, dong ma?” He folded his arms across his still naked chest, wishing for the first time since she barged into the bathroom that he was wearing something more than thin terrycloth wrapped around his hips.
“Not true.” Her voice was like oil, smooth and slippery, working it’s way through his head and coating all his other senses. “Wasn’t the intended result, but it means a great big something to you nevertheless.” She took a step forward, placing her just inches in front of him. Her hand snaked up his chest to wrap around the back of his neck sending tingles shooting across his skin. She pulled his head down to meet hers and with her lips ghosting against his, whispered, “Kiss me again.”
“They ain’t gonna like this,” he protested halfheartedly, relishing the soft glide of her mouth against his and the minty taste of her breath.
“True, Simon and the Captain will not approve. They’ll say you’re not good enough for me.” She held her breath, hoping he wouldn’t recognize the trap until it was too late.
“The hell with that, I’m plenty good enough.” And sure enough, he fell hook, line and sinker, pulling her as close to him as he could and plastering his mouth to hers. This revenge, River thought, would be sweet for them both.
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Series: All’s Fair in Love and War
Prompt: #69 Cave
Rating: R
Word Count: 629
Title: The Last Revenge
Series: All’s Fair in Love and War
Prompt: #69 Cave
Author: Cricket
Disclaimer: I’m just playing with Joss’ toys, but I promise to put them back when I’m done
Rating: R
Word Count: 629
River didn’t mean anything to him, Jayne thought, still holding her in his arms in the middle of the communal bathroom with only a towel covering him. She was fun to mess around with and he didn’t mind being around her anymore, but that didn’t mean a thing. He couldn’t feel anything for her except lust, he told himself, and even then that hand job she gave him hadn’t been anything special; he’d had better. But the way she looked up at him with her big brown eyes full of shining light like he was the hero of her whole gorram ‘verse made something twist in his belly and he knew right then and there he hadn’t thought his plan through enough. It had backfired in the worst way and as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him, he cursed himself for not seeing this coming.
Jayne made it a point never to kiss womenfolk as they had the inclination to rob you blind if they had the chance and he could never find it in himself to trust them. While kissing River had been a risk, he figured it would be worth it to finally get his revenge and he’d kissed her for everything he was worth, which, in his mind at least, was a whole hell of a lot. Now, as she kissed him with sweet abandon the thought of changing his philosophy came streaking through his mind.
He shoved her away cruelly, stepping backwards and looking around the small tiled room with a panicked look in his eyes. This is exactly what he didn’t want. Love just wasn’t something he wanted to be a part of. Sure, having a wife would be fine, he could take care of her while she completed her wifely duties of cooking, cleaning and sexing him up, but loving a woman was completely different. Love meant weakness of character, caving in and letting her change and mold you to her specifications. And loving this woman meant no more whores, a lot less drinking and, worst of all, having something in common with her brother. No way could he let this happen. He composed himself, putting on his trademark grimace and met River’s eyes where she stood, surprise and a little bit of hurt written all over her face.
“Look, girl, I was just messin’ around with ya. It didn’t mean a thing. Ya can’t go kissin’ on me like that, dong ma?” He folded his arms across his still naked chest, wishing for the first time since she barged into the bathroom that he was wearing something more than thin terrycloth wrapped around his hips.
“Not true.” Her voice was like oil, smooth and slippery, working it’s way through his head and coating all his other senses. “Wasn’t the intended result, but it means a great big something to you nevertheless.” She took a step forward, placing her just inches in front of him. Her hand snaked up his chest to wrap around the back of his neck sending tingles shooting across his skin. She pulled his head down to meet hers and with her lips ghosting against his, whispered, “Kiss me again.”
“They ain’t gonna like this,” he protested halfheartedly, relishing the soft glide of her mouth against his and the minty taste of her breath.
“True, Simon and the Captain will not approve. They’ll say you’re not good enough for me.” She held her breath, hoping he wouldn’t recognize the trap until it was too late.
“The hell with that, I’m plenty good enough.” And sure enough, he fell hook, line and sinker, pulling her as close to him as he could and plastering his mouth to hers. This revenge, River thought, would be sweet for them both.
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