Under My Skin
Title: Under My Skin
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Jayne/Kaylee
Wordcount: 300
Rating: G
Notes: Written in November 2005 for ff_friday challenge #97 - Ink.
Disclaimer: Kaylee is not mine. Jayne totally is. It's possible I'm dreaming.
Some nights she doesn’t leave. Jayne don’t mind. She’s quiet in the moments after, never wantin’ to talk about feelings or nothin’. He won’t admit it, but he likes when she stays.
Most times she don’t even want to be held, just lays there and smiles that pretty smile of hers, makin’ Jayne wonder why it took so damn long for them to find each other like this. Years of moving past and around one another, until one day he stepped the wrong (right) way and they crashed together.
He feels her starin’ at him now and he turns slightly. She reaches out and lightly traces the design inked onto his shoulder. Watches as she leans forward and follows the path her finger made with her tongue; bites softly at his flesh.
She smiles sheepishly.
“Thought the skin might taste different there. Special-like.”
“Well?”
“Tastes like the rest of you.”
He grunts and pulls her close, curling his body around hers. She won’t be leaving tonight.
“Why’d ya get the ink Jayne?”
He doesn’t answer for a moment and Kaylee thinks that maybe he’s already fallen asleep.
“A woman,” he says quietly. “I was a boy and thought I could show her I was a man. Don’t think I need to tell ya it didn’t work. Hated it for years. Just a part of me now. Reminds me that not everyone who tries to hurt me will use a gun or a knife.”
“Oh.” She hadn’t expected anything like that.
“Don’t ever let anyone mark ya Kaylee. Not even me.”
Kaylee thinks on this as Jayne falls asleep behind her. Thinks about the sweet ache inside, the swelling of her heart when she sees him, the finger shaped bruises on her hips and whispers into the black.
“You already have.”
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Jayne/Kaylee
Wordcount: 300
Rating: G
Notes: Written in November 2005 for ff_friday challenge #97 - Ink.
Disclaimer: Kaylee is not mine. Jayne totally is. It's possible I'm dreaming.
Some nights she doesn’t leave. Jayne don’t mind. She’s quiet in the moments after, never wantin’ to talk about feelings or nothin’. He won’t admit it, but he likes when she stays.
Most times she don’t even want to be held, just lays there and smiles that pretty smile of hers, makin’ Jayne wonder why it took so damn long for them to find each other like this. Years of moving past and around one another, until one day he stepped the wrong (right) way and they crashed together.
He feels her starin’ at him now and he turns slightly. She reaches out and lightly traces the design inked onto his shoulder. Watches as she leans forward and follows the path her finger made with her tongue; bites softly at his flesh.
She smiles sheepishly.
“Thought the skin might taste different there. Special-like.”
“Well?”
“Tastes like the rest of you.”
He grunts and pulls her close, curling his body around hers. She won’t be leaving tonight.
“Why’d ya get the ink Jayne?”
He doesn’t answer for a moment and Kaylee thinks that maybe he’s already fallen asleep.
“A woman,” he says quietly. “I was a boy and thought I could show her I was a man. Don’t think I need to tell ya it didn’t work. Hated it for years. Just a part of me now. Reminds me that not everyone who tries to hurt me will use a gun or a knife.”
“Oh.” She hadn’t expected anything like that.
“Don’t ever let anyone mark ya Kaylee. Not even me.”
Kaylee thinks on this as Jayne falls asleep behind her. Thinks about the sweet ache inside, the swelling of her heart when she sees him, the finger shaped bruises on her hips and whispers into the black.
“You already have.”