Cocked and Ready
Title: Cocked and Ready
Prompt: #84 Syntax
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 434
Title: Cocked and Ready
Prompt: #84 Syntax
Author: Cricket
Disclaimer: I’m just playing with Joss’ toys, but I promise to put them back when I’m done
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 434
Note: Inspired by romanceguru's wonderful suggestion :)
River’s slim fingers caressed the hard length of the gun’s barrel, tracing over every inch of the cold steel. “Single action revolver,” she murmured and let her eyes drift up to glance at Jayne where he sat across the table from her. His own hands had stilled from their tireless cleaning and polishing at the first sound of her voice, his gaze firmly locking on the gun in her hands. He hadn’t heard her come in, nor had she made a noise when she sat at the table. She was sneaky like that, but goddamn if it wasn’t a fine sight to see such a beautiful girl with a beautiful gun. It was sexy as hell.
“Named it Chip,” she continued slowly and he nodded. “It was a gift. Wanted you to have it.”
She dropped her attention from the hard lines of his face back to the weapon. “Forty-four magnum caliber. Fires at eight hundred sixty feet per second.”
He could feel himself hardening as his pants suddenly became far too constricting and he shifted in the chair.
“Seven and a half inch barrel,” she said shyly, looking up at him from under her lashes as he smirked and waggled his eyebrows. She spun the chamber, ensuring that it was indeed unloaded. “Accuracy of three and three quarter inches at twenty-five yards.”
His heart was beating a staccato rhythm in his chest and he fought down the urge to drag her across the table and have his way with her right here. Instead he watched as she fingered the trigger and clicked back the hammer.
Jayne finally broke his silence when she peered down the sight, aiming at the far wall behind him. “I can get ya one of your own, if’n you like it so much.” His voice was thick and heavy, tinged with the lust he was just barely holding back.
“No, thank you.” She un-cocked the revolver, placing it back on the table between them. “I prefer to play with your weapons.”
“I gotta weapon for you to play with, baby girl.” He watched as she stood and circled around the table to stand by his side.
“I bet you do.” River whispered huskily in his ear, trailing her tongue tantalizingly light over his earlobe. “Why don’t you come show me.” She turned and walked to the door, pausing to look over her shoulder with an expectant glance.
In a flash he was up out of the chair, following her back to their bunk and practically drooling at the thought of a night full of their own kind of target practice.
Prompt: #84 Syntax
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 434
Title: Cocked and Ready
Prompt: #84 Syntax
Author: Cricket
Disclaimer: I’m just playing with Joss’ toys, but I promise to put them back when I’m done
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 434
Note: Inspired by romanceguru's wonderful suggestion :)
River’s slim fingers caressed the hard length of the gun’s barrel, tracing over every inch of the cold steel. “Single action revolver,” she murmured and let her eyes drift up to glance at Jayne where he sat across the table from her. His own hands had stilled from their tireless cleaning and polishing at the first sound of her voice, his gaze firmly locking on the gun in her hands. He hadn’t heard her come in, nor had she made a noise when she sat at the table. She was sneaky like that, but goddamn if it wasn’t a fine sight to see such a beautiful girl with a beautiful gun. It was sexy as hell.
“Named it Chip,” she continued slowly and he nodded. “It was a gift. Wanted you to have it.”
She dropped her attention from the hard lines of his face back to the weapon. “Forty-four magnum caliber. Fires at eight hundred sixty feet per second.”
He could feel himself hardening as his pants suddenly became far too constricting and he shifted in the chair.
“Seven and a half inch barrel,” she said shyly, looking up at him from under her lashes as he smirked and waggled his eyebrows. She spun the chamber, ensuring that it was indeed unloaded. “Accuracy of three and three quarter inches at twenty-five yards.”
His heart was beating a staccato rhythm in his chest and he fought down the urge to drag her across the table and have his way with her right here. Instead he watched as she fingered the trigger and clicked back the hammer.
Jayne finally broke his silence when she peered down the sight, aiming at the far wall behind him. “I can get ya one of your own, if’n you like it so much.” His voice was thick and heavy, tinged with the lust he was just barely holding back.
“No, thank you.” She un-cocked the revolver, placing it back on the table between them. “I prefer to play with your weapons.”
“I gotta weapon for you to play with, baby girl.” He watched as she stood and circled around the table to stand by his side.
“I bet you do.” River whispered huskily in his ear, trailing her tongue tantalizingly light over his earlobe. “Why don’t you come show me.” She turned and walked to the door, pausing to look over her shoulder with an expectant glance.
In a flash he was up out of the chair, following her back to their bunk and practically drooling at the thought of a night full of their own kind of target practice.