"You got me a bucket of strawberries, Jayne?"
It was love at first sight the moment those lushest berries were handed to me; it had been a damn year since I got to taste all of that sugary sweetness, and coming from such a rough hand.
(those hands that have killed with a smile lacing his lips bringing me everything sweet in this dark world)
His fingers were strained red from picking these little lovelies (that I wished to pop between my lips this very second), showing that he had taken his own time to go out and steal them just for me, and his cheeks looked like he had rubbed the juice on them.
(mine were joining right along with him)
"You like them, don't yea? I was kind of hoping you would, Kaylee."
He was trying so hard I couldn't help but be wooed by this gruff man, and all the while knowing he's got a weapon hidden in every spot possible, and his stolen berries.
Without letting the strawberries out of my hands, not wanting to leave them alone for a second (Mal is very sneaky), I gave him the biggest hug we had ever had.
(which would keep those illegal berries coming)
"Very much so, Jayne, would like to share them with me?"
A faint smile came to his face, the kind of smile you'll remember for the rest of your days (a smile just for little old me), and we both got ahold of one of those beauties and indulged our sweet tooth.
"I don't see why not, sweetheart, those things are a bitch to pick and the damn owner didn't help me out much."