Jayne/River - Looking for Someone - R
Looking for Someone
Jayne/River
R
River finds Jayne playing his guitar and tells him some things about his future.
This is just a shameless excuse to imagine Jayne playing the guitar ;)
There's a guitar in his lap and firelight dancing on his skin and River thinks he may be the most tragically beautiful thing she's ever seen.
He's not really playing a song, just strumming snatches of melodies. River loves it. The disjointed tunes flow along with her disjointed thoughts. Jayne doesn't seem to notice her, or if he does, he doesn't care. Everyone else has gone to bed, the entire crew enjoying a peace that can only be had when visiting Shepherd Book and the settlement.
River tries to approach him quietly but Jayne's shoulders stiffen when he hears her feet shuffling in the sand. "I told you to leave me alone."
"Don't make it stop." She pleads. "It feels so much better than silence."
Jayne sighs and turns his head slightly. She can see his profile over his shoulder. "Weren't playin' for an audience." He growls.
"She knows." River coos soothingly. "She knows you play to make the pain go away."
Jayne's knuckles knock sharply on the guitar when he shifts it in his lap. "You think I owe you somethin', Crazy? You think just 'cause you went and sexed me up real good I gotta put up with your ramblin'?"
River takes a few tentative steps closer. "Play, Jayne." She pleads. "Stop it and just play."
The notes are slow and steady. At first, the same ones over and over and then a build up to a driving rhythm. She's so enthralled by his playing, she almost doesn't notice the whispered rumble of his voice as he sings.
River sways forward as he drifts off, drawn to him, and she finds herself standing right behind him, fingers itching to touch his skin. "Does Jayne sing lullabies?"
"Don't know any." He answers sullenly, head bent down over the strings.
"You'll have to make them up then. For your daughters." She says matter of factly. "Sweet girls must have sweet dreams." Her legs brush against his back and he nearly whimpers. "They need a Daddy." She murmurs, hands drifting down to rest on his shoulders. "They're unclaimed as of yet."
Jayne's eyes slip closed, having them open would make everything seem too real.
River leans down to rest her cheek on the top of his head. "Lots of girls, Jayne. A whole gaggle. Height descending as age does, lined up in a row. Pink frills and shot gun shells. Daddy's little girls."
Jayne shivers at her words, at her touch as her palms move to his chest. "You see all that...in your head?"
River lets her fingertip slide over his shirt right where his scar rests over his heart. So many layers. "I see it here. In your heart." She moves against him, slipping down to kneel behind him. "You have a daddy's heart." She whispers in his ear.
She pulls back slowly, only to drop a kiss on the back of his neck.
Jayne growls in frustration...lust...need...love...all his emotions blurring together as the guitar falls to the ground, and he turns around to haul River into his lap.
"What d'you think you're doin'?" He whispers fiercely, shaking her. "Why're you tellin' me all this?"
His hands are gripping her arms roughly and River tries to move deeper into his embrace. "You're hurting me." She says softly, not meeting his harsh gaze.
Jayne grits his teeth, and shakes her again. "Goushi. It's you doin' the hurtin'. Layin' me bare, ripping me open the way you do and not even bothering to fill me up again."
Her head falls forward onto his shoulder and he can feel her panting breaths along his skin. He stops trying to push her away and suddenly, is desperately holding her close.
"More." He gasps. "I need to know. Please...tell me you're their mother."
"I already am." She mouths against his neck, feeling that fluttering sensation in her belly.
A strangled cry, escapes Jayne's throat that's halfway between sobbing and laughter. His fingers tangle in her hair and he wrenches her neck back and finds her lips on pure instinct alone.
Jayne/River
R
River finds Jayne playing his guitar and tells him some things about his future.
This is just a shameless excuse to imagine Jayne playing the guitar ;)
There's a guitar in his lap and firelight dancing on his skin and River thinks he may be the most tragically beautiful thing she's ever seen.
He's not really playing a song, just strumming snatches of melodies. River loves it. The disjointed tunes flow along with her disjointed thoughts. Jayne doesn't seem to notice her, or if he does, he doesn't care. Everyone else has gone to bed, the entire crew enjoying a peace that can only be had when visiting Shepherd Book and the settlement.
River tries to approach him quietly but Jayne's shoulders stiffen when he hears her feet shuffling in the sand. "I told you to leave me alone."
"Don't make it stop." She pleads. "It feels so much better than silence."
Jayne sighs and turns his head slightly. She can see his profile over his shoulder. "Weren't playin' for an audience." He growls.
"She knows." River coos soothingly. "She knows you play to make the pain go away."
Jayne's knuckles knock sharply on the guitar when he shifts it in his lap. "You think I owe you somethin', Crazy? You think just 'cause you went and sexed me up real good I gotta put up with your ramblin'?"
River takes a few tentative steps closer. "Play, Jayne." She pleads. "Stop it and just play."
The notes are slow and steady. At first, the same ones over and over and then a build up to a driving rhythm. She's so enthralled by his playing, she almost doesn't notice the whispered rumble of his voice as he sings.
River sways forward as he drifts off, drawn to him, and she finds herself standing right behind him, fingers itching to touch his skin. "Does Jayne sing lullabies?"
"Don't know any." He answers sullenly, head bent down over the strings.
"You'll have to make them up then. For your daughters." She says matter of factly. "Sweet girls must have sweet dreams." Her legs brush against his back and he nearly whimpers. "They need a Daddy." She murmurs, hands drifting down to rest on his shoulders. "They're unclaimed as of yet."
Jayne's eyes slip closed, having them open would make everything seem too real.
River leans down to rest her cheek on the top of his head. "Lots of girls, Jayne. A whole gaggle. Height descending as age does, lined up in a row. Pink frills and shot gun shells. Daddy's little girls."
Jayne shivers at her words, at her touch as her palms move to his chest. "You see all that...in your head?"
River lets her fingertip slide over his shirt right where his scar rests over his heart. So many layers. "I see it here. In your heart." She moves against him, slipping down to kneel behind him. "You have a daddy's heart." She whispers in his ear.
She pulls back slowly, only to drop a kiss on the back of his neck.
Jayne growls in frustration...lust...need...love...all his emotions blurring together as the guitar falls to the ground, and he turns around to haul River into his lap.
"What d'you think you're doin'?" He whispers fiercely, shaking her. "Why're you tellin' me all this?"
His hands are gripping her arms roughly and River tries to move deeper into his embrace. "You're hurting me." She says softly, not meeting his harsh gaze.
Jayne grits his teeth, and shakes her again. "Goushi. It's you doin' the hurtin'. Layin' me bare, ripping me open the way you do and not even bothering to fill me up again."
Her head falls forward onto his shoulder and he can feel her panting breaths along his skin. He stops trying to push her away and suddenly, is desperately holding her close.
"More." He gasps. "I need to know. Please...tell me you're their mother."
"I already am." She mouths against his neck, feeling that fluttering sensation in her belly.
A strangled cry, escapes Jayne's throat that's halfway between sobbing and laughter. His fingers tangle in her hair and he wrenches her neck back and finds her lips on pure instinct alone.