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toxic_cornSeries: Mist
Title: Part Two (2/4)
Author: toxic_corn
Pairing: River/Jayne
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Everything is Joss's. Not mine.
Summary: River has this dream...
Notes: Funnily enough, based on a dream I had recently. My subconscious wants Rayne, I guess, so I'm back after not really a break at all.
Previously: Part One
Part Two
Jayne seemed surprised when River successfully led them out of the fog and onto the town’s main dirt road. The surprise he felt was insulting; again and again she had proven to have superior abilities, so why did he persist in seeing her as the shrinking, quivering wreck she’d been when she’d first boarded Serenity?
“Well, I dunno ‘bout you, but I’m tired,” Jayne said after he’d hastily released her elbow. “I’m gonna go find a hotel or somethin’.” He left her standing there to make up her own mind what to do. It felt strange; she was used to being directed or gently coaxed this way and that.
After a moment of hesitation, she followed Jayne, keeping a few wary steps behind him.
A gray-haired man came out of a building just ahead and propped the door open with a beat-up wooden stop. He heard the two of them approach and turned to greet them with a smile on his face. It faltered upon seeing Jayne, something River recollected always happened when they were among strangers.
“How can I help you folks?” the man asked tentatively.
“Need me a room,” Jayne grunted. “How much?”
The man looked from Jayne to River. “A room for you and the young lady?”
Jayne jerked a little, startled, and glanced over his shoulder at her, almost as if he’d forgotten she was there. “Yeah,” he said slowly. “Better make that two beds. How much’ll that set me back?”
The man named a price that made Jayne scowl. “Got any coin?” He didn’t take his eyes off the nervous man, but it was clear he was speaking to River.
“I have no pockets,” she pointed out.
“Don’t that figure. One bed, then.”
The man’s friendly yet cautious expression changed. “I’ll need to see a marriage certificate.”
“A what?” Jayne’s voice went up an octave. It would’ve been funny if it hadn’t been… well, no. It was funny. River giggled into her hand.
“A marriage certificate,” the man said, stubbornly, though he wisely looked a little worried. “I run a family business here.”
Jayne’s mouth opened and shut, unable to process what was happening. But River knew eventually the hamster would start running on its little wheel again and Jayne would pull his gun on the little man. Though the hotel manager was a prudish morality hound, River didn’t want to see his blood spilled so she knew she had to step in.
“We can’t be legally wed,” River told the man calmly. “Uncles and nieces entering holy wedlock is frowned upon where we’re from.”
It was now the man’s turn for speechlessness.
“Or are you folks here backwards enough to allow that kinda thing?” Jayne added, warming to her story. “Cuz we can go get that done once the town hall opens up. Can’t say as my sister’ll be too keen on the idea, but if that’s what it’ll take for her girl and her brother to get a room in this-”
“No, no, that won’t be necessary,” the man said quickly. “Come in, I’m sure we can find something for you. I-I didn’t mean to offend.”
After signing the guest register as “Jack Meoff,” Jayne was handed the key to a two-bed room for the price of one bed on account of the misunderstanding.
They climbed the staircase to their floor and once they were out of earshot, Jayne started to chuckle. “Uncles and nieces. That was some fast thinkin’,” Jayne said. The appreciation in his tone confused her, having never heard anything like it from him before. So she chose not to respond.
Jayne didn’t seem to notice her silence as they found the room and he unlocked the door. Yawning, he went right in and tossed the keys on the dresser in a familiar way, like this room had always been his.
“Dibs,” Jayne announced and sank onto the bed closest to the heater.
River quietly shut and locked the door and by the time she’d curled up on the other bed, Jayne was snoring.
~*~
Two hours and twenty-three minutes later, River opened her eyes, realizing that she’d fallen asleep. She stared up at the water-stained ceiling and remembered that she’d come to this hotel with Jayne.
Turning her head, she saw by the thin stream of sunlight coming in through a crack in the curtains that Jayne’s bed was empty.
“Jayne?” River sat up and noticed white, wispy steam coming from the bottom of the closed bathroom door.
He must be taking a shower. That sounded like a wonderful idea and her pores started begging to be drenched in warm water. For obvious reasons, water was strictly rationed on Serenity. A leisurely, warm shower that wasn’t cut off short by the captain banging on the door shouting that water wasn’t cheap was a rare treat.
She sat and watched the steam as it continued to drift out under the door. The steam seemed to form fingers that beckoned to her and without much thought, River slid out from under the covers and padded to the bathroom.
What are you doing? the Simon in her head wailed. If there’s steam, he’s taking a shower. Which means nakedness. Don’t you dare open that door!
A wicked smile made River’s mouth curve upwards. Discarded boots were paltry. This was the perfect rebellion. Her hand curled around the doorknob and before her mental Simon could start up again, the door was open.
Once inside with the door shut, she entertained the notion that this was like her dream again, but discarded the thought as soon as it came. There was warmth, yes, but there was also a humidity in the air. Besides, the steam was nowhere thick enough to obscure her vision; she could make out the vanity mirror, the countertop with a disposable razor on it, and the closed shower curtain, behind which Jayne was singing a bawdy drinking song that would’ve made her blush five years ago.
She rolled her eyes at the colorful lyrics. Perhaps she’d stay and listen then perform it for Simon later. This impulsive attempt at rebellion was paying off well.
“River, where did you learn that awful song?!”
“From Jayne. In the shower.”
Suddenly, the third verse ended abruptly as Jayne burst into a frenzy of swearing. His hand shot out from behind the curtain, through the steam, and grasped futilely at the air.
Déjà vu made River’s eyes widen and she took a step back, thinking he was looking for her.
Irrational, she chided herself when she saw the towel ring on the wall that Jayne’s groping hand kept missing. Taking pity on him, she came forward and handed the towel to him.
Growling, the hand disappeared with its prize and River assumed that would be the end of it, but the curtain rings screamed as the plastic sheet was ripped back.
Jayne rubbed at his bloodshot eyes with the towel angrily, glaring at her. “The hell’re you doin’ in here?” he demanded.
River was wondering the same thing herself. Then she remembered that showers meant nakedness and immediately set to observing her first flesh and blood naked man.
His chest was wide and covered with dark hair which tapered into a thin line at his flat belly, leading down to…
Huh. This one didn’t look anything like the illustrations she’d seen. Under her scrutiny, Jayne’s appendage twitched on its own accord and she jumped in surprise, her startled gaze lifting to his.
“Got what you came for?” he asked with a smirk. He didn’t wait for a response and closed the curtain again, resuming his interrupted shower.
Heart racing, River moved back to lean against the counter, trying to catch her breath. It was difficult to do in such a moist environment, she told herself.
A few moments later, the water cut off. “You still there?” Jayne called.
River cleared her throat. “Yes.”
“Get me a towel, will ya?”
River chose one of the fluffy white towels from the rack beside her and handed it in to him, not peeking. He stepped out of the tub a moment later with the towel slung long around his waist, rubbing his hair dry with the smaller towel.
“Shower’s yours if ya want it,” Jayne said, rubbing a clear space on the mirror so he could consider his goatee. Their eyes met in the mirror and he looked away, picking up his razor. “Well, go on.”
He wasn’t watching. Not out of nobility or decency like the captain, but out of apathy. He didn’t care to see her naked, or rather, he had seen her without clothing once and that had been more than enough. He was now ignoring her, overlooking her like a piece of furniture or a nuisance pet.
Clenching her jaw, River unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor, ordering herself not to blush.
The sound of the material slithering to the tile floor drew Jayne’s attention and he looked up briefly only to look away again, expecting her to turn her back to hide while she removed her underwear.
So River stubbornly held her ground as she unclasped her bra and dropped it to the floor on top of her dress.
She had his attention now. Surprise kept his eyes on her. Waiting until his gaze lifted from her chest to her face, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her white underpants and slowly pulled them down.
Jayne visibly swallowed and River just barely managed to keep from crowing in victory. Instead, she kept her manner cool and dismissive.
“There had better be hot water left,” she said and stepped into the shower, closing the curtain. As she yanked the tap to H as far as it would go, River felt like she’d just passed a test of some sort.
Title: Part Two (2/4)
Author: toxic_corn
Pairing: River/Jayne
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Everything is Joss's. Not mine.
Summary: River has this dream...
Notes: Funnily enough, based on a dream I had recently. My subconscious wants Rayne, I guess, so I'm back after not really a break at all.
Previously: Part One
Part Two
Jayne seemed surprised when River successfully led them out of the fog and onto the town’s main dirt road. The surprise he felt was insulting; again and again she had proven to have superior abilities, so why did he persist in seeing her as the shrinking, quivering wreck she’d been when she’d first boarded Serenity?
“Well, I dunno ‘bout you, but I’m tired,” Jayne said after he’d hastily released her elbow. “I’m gonna go find a hotel or somethin’.” He left her standing there to make up her own mind what to do. It felt strange; she was used to being directed or gently coaxed this way and that.
After a moment of hesitation, she followed Jayne, keeping a few wary steps behind him.
A gray-haired man came out of a building just ahead and propped the door open with a beat-up wooden stop. He heard the two of them approach and turned to greet them with a smile on his face. It faltered upon seeing Jayne, something River recollected always happened when they were among strangers.
“How can I help you folks?” the man asked tentatively.
“Need me a room,” Jayne grunted. “How much?”
The man looked from Jayne to River. “A room for you and the young lady?”
Jayne jerked a little, startled, and glanced over his shoulder at her, almost as if he’d forgotten she was there. “Yeah,” he said slowly. “Better make that two beds. How much’ll that set me back?”
The man named a price that made Jayne scowl. “Got any coin?” He didn’t take his eyes off the nervous man, but it was clear he was speaking to River.
“I have no pockets,” she pointed out.
“Don’t that figure. One bed, then.”
The man’s friendly yet cautious expression changed. “I’ll need to see a marriage certificate.”
“A what?” Jayne’s voice went up an octave. It would’ve been funny if it hadn’t been… well, no. It was funny. River giggled into her hand.
“A marriage certificate,” the man said, stubbornly, though he wisely looked a little worried. “I run a family business here.”
Jayne’s mouth opened and shut, unable to process what was happening. But River knew eventually the hamster would start running on its little wheel again and Jayne would pull his gun on the little man. Though the hotel manager was a prudish morality hound, River didn’t want to see his blood spilled so she knew she had to step in.
“We can’t be legally wed,” River told the man calmly. “Uncles and nieces entering holy wedlock is frowned upon where we’re from.”
It was now the man’s turn for speechlessness.
“Or are you folks here backwards enough to allow that kinda thing?” Jayne added, warming to her story. “Cuz we can go get that done once the town hall opens up. Can’t say as my sister’ll be too keen on the idea, but if that’s what it’ll take for her girl and her brother to get a room in this-”
“No, no, that won’t be necessary,” the man said quickly. “Come in, I’m sure we can find something for you. I-I didn’t mean to offend.”
After signing the guest register as “Jack Meoff,” Jayne was handed the key to a two-bed room for the price of one bed on account of the misunderstanding.
They climbed the staircase to their floor and once they were out of earshot, Jayne started to chuckle. “Uncles and nieces. That was some fast thinkin’,” Jayne said. The appreciation in his tone confused her, having never heard anything like it from him before. So she chose not to respond.
Jayne didn’t seem to notice her silence as they found the room and he unlocked the door. Yawning, he went right in and tossed the keys on the dresser in a familiar way, like this room had always been his.
“Dibs,” Jayne announced and sank onto the bed closest to the heater.
River quietly shut and locked the door and by the time she’d curled up on the other bed, Jayne was snoring.
Two hours and twenty-three minutes later, River opened her eyes, realizing that she’d fallen asleep. She stared up at the water-stained ceiling and remembered that she’d come to this hotel with Jayne.
Turning her head, she saw by the thin stream of sunlight coming in through a crack in the curtains that Jayne’s bed was empty.
“Jayne?” River sat up and noticed white, wispy steam coming from the bottom of the closed bathroom door.
He must be taking a shower. That sounded like a wonderful idea and her pores started begging to be drenched in warm water. For obvious reasons, water was strictly rationed on Serenity. A leisurely, warm shower that wasn’t cut off short by the captain banging on the door shouting that water wasn’t cheap was a rare treat.
She sat and watched the steam as it continued to drift out under the door. The steam seemed to form fingers that beckoned to her and without much thought, River slid out from under the covers and padded to the bathroom.
What are you doing? the Simon in her head wailed. If there’s steam, he’s taking a shower. Which means nakedness. Don’t you dare open that door!
A wicked smile made River’s mouth curve upwards. Discarded boots were paltry. This was the perfect rebellion. Her hand curled around the doorknob and before her mental Simon could start up again, the door was open.
Once inside with the door shut, she entertained the notion that this was like her dream again, but discarded the thought as soon as it came. There was warmth, yes, but there was also a humidity in the air. Besides, the steam was nowhere thick enough to obscure her vision; she could make out the vanity mirror, the countertop with a disposable razor on it, and the closed shower curtain, behind which Jayne was singing a bawdy drinking song that would’ve made her blush five years ago.
She rolled her eyes at the colorful lyrics. Perhaps she’d stay and listen then perform it for Simon later. This impulsive attempt at rebellion was paying off well.
“River, where did you learn that awful song?!”
“From Jayne. In the shower.”
Suddenly, the third verse ended abruptly as Jayne burst into a frenzy of swearing. His hand shot out from behind the curtain, through the steam, and grasped futilely at the air.
Déjà vu made River’s eyes widen and she took a step back, thinking he was looking for her.
Irrational, she chided herself when she saw the towel ring on the wall that Jayne’s groping hand kept missing. Taking pity on him, she came forward and handed the towel to him.
Growling, the hand disappeared with its prize and River assumed that would be the end of it, but the curtain rings screamed as the plastic sheet was ripped back.
Jayne rubbed at his bloodshot eyes with the towel angrily, glaring at her. “The hell’re you doin’ in here?” he demanded.
River was wondering the same thing herself. Then she remembered that showers meant nakedness and immediately set to observing her first flesh and blood naked man.
His chest was wide and covered with dark hair which tapered into a thin line at his flat belly, leading down to…
Huh. This one didn’t look anything like the illustrations she’d seen. Under her scrutiny, Jayne’s appendage twitched on its own accord and she jumped in surprise, her startled gaze lifting to his.
“Got what you came for?” he asked with a smirk. He didn’t wait for a response and closed the curtain again, resuming his interrupted shower.
Heart racing, River moved back to lean against the counter, trying to catch her breath. It was difficult to do in such a moist environment, she told herself.
A few moments later, the water cut off. “You still there?” Jayne called.
River cleared her throat. “Yes.”
“Get me a towel, will ya?”
River chose one of the fluffy white towels from the rack beside her and handed it in to him, not peeking. He stepped out of the tub a moment later with the towel slung long around his waist, rubbing his hair dry with the smaller towel.
“Shower’s yours if ya want it,” Jayne said, rubbing a clear space on the mirror so he could consider his goatee. Their eyes met in the mirror and he looked away, picking up his razor. “Well, go on.”
He wasn’t watching. Not out of nobility or decency like the captain, but out of apathy. He didn’t care to see her naked, or rather, he had seen her without clothing once and that had been more than enough. He was now ignoring her, overlooking her like a piece of furniture or a nuisance pet.
Clenching her jaw, River unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor, ordering herself not to blush.
The sound of the material slithering to the tile floor drew Jayne’s attention and he looked up briefly only to look away again, expecting her to turn her back to hide while she removed her underwear.
So River stubbornly held her ground as she unclasped her bra and dropped it to the floor on top of her dress.
She had his attention now. Surprise kept his eyes on her. Waiting until his gaze lifted from her chest to her face, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her white underpants and slowly pulled them down.
Jayne visibly swallowed and River just barely managed to keep from crowing in victory. Instead, she kept her manner cool and dismissive.
“There had better be hot water left,” she said and stepped into the shower, closing the curtain. As she yanked the tap to H as far as it would go, River felt like she’d just passed a test of some sort.
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Date: 2007-08-24 09:45 pm (UTC)*dances for you*
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Date: 2007-08-24 09:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-24 09:48 pm (UTC)Wait, there are no neighbors. Carry on! :D
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Date: 2007-08-24 09:54 pm (UTC)Augh, still have Emma on the brain!
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Date: 2007-08-24 10:04 pm (UTC)\:D/
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Date: 2007-08-24 10:10 pm (UTC)Girl Two: No. No, I'm really not.
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Date: 2007-08-24 10:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-25 12:01 am (UTC)Did she glance at that tent in his towel?
Actually, the size of an etching (I've done some) could vary by the equipment available. With a large enough sheet of metal I'm quite sure an accurate life size etching could be made... Perhaps three for the whole naked Jayne? He is six foot tall isn't he?
Paper size and press size would matter too. But it would be a labor of love to ink and clean the plate for each print. Take hours, that would. You'd need printing slaves.
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Date: 2007-08-25 12:06 am (UTC)Well, Adam's 6'4" I believe. Can't forget those four extra inches. ;)
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Date: 2007-08-25 01:35 am (UTC)I was gonna ask just how many illustrations River'd been gawking at... then I saw the previous line of comments and realised that if she's anything like you gals... it would be a high number;)
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Date: 2007-08-25 02:36 am (UTC)Jayne's all proud to be nekkid and responsive, but when River's nekkid, he's uncomfortable being responsive.
That man is a mess of contradictions. Like woman, he is a mystery.
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Date: 2007-08-25 03:32 am (UTC)*flappy hands*
*incoherent babble*
NEKKID!
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Date: 2007-08-25 12:02 pm (UTC)This is too much fun! *pouts at the thought of only 2 more parts*
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Date: 2007-08-25 01:59 pm (UTC)Her options are infinite!
How many other people did she spy on after Simon and Kaylee in the engine room!
Cheeky little voyeuristic imp!
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Date: 2007-08-25 10:28 pm (UTC)Yeah, only four parts. Anything could happen to make me extend it but I don't really see that happening. Thanks for reading and leaving a comment! :D
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Date: 2007-08-26 11:51 am (UTC)*waits for update*
What?
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Date: 2007-08-26 09:44 pm (UTC)(where was it I heard that there was a difference between being naked and being nekkid? Being naked means you aint got your clothes on. Being nekkid means you ain't got your clothes on and you're fixin' to do somthing!)
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Date: 2007-08-26 10:43 pm (UTC)*waits for update*
*jerks guiltily and gets planning the chapter*
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