--Tiggy--
River ran screaming into the galley, startling the other crewmembers. "What is going on?!" Mal asked sharply.
He soon had his answer, as his big mercenary came barrelling after the dark haired girl. "Get your little ass back here, moonbrain!"
"No!" River turned her head to shout back at Jayne. "Jayne-man must catch the River-girl. That is how the game works."
Mal looked at Zoe disbelievingly. "Are River and Jayne playing… tag?"
"It would seem so, sir."
"Huh."
River and Jayne disappeared up the stairs, and the rest of the crew resumed their meal.
Jayne got up the stairs just in time to see River disappearing down into his cabin. "Darn it girl! I told you to stay out of my bunk!"
"The River-girl is not in the Jayne-man's bunk, she is in his room!"
Jayne leapt into his cabin, tackling the giggling girl backwards onto his bed. She lay beneath him, and her giggles slowly died as she stared up at the panting man. His thoughts were clear, both on his face and to her reader senses. She liked that he didn't have two sides. What he thought was what he said, and what he did... Jayne stared down at the girl, breath coming in short gasps. Abruptly, he bent down and kissed her, crushing her mouth with his fury and passion. Slowly, she responded, kissing him with grace and gentleness, the traits that he found so attractive in her, and which balanced his own perfectly.
Finally, they broke apart, and River gasped for breath. Jayne trailed a hand along her delicate cheekbone. The mercenary bent down and whispered in her ear. "Tag. You're it, moonbrain." River smiled.