Has been a minute since I've written any fanfiction. Just a little drabble that popped into my head.
"Does he remember yet?" She murmurs absently to the darkness. Knows he's there, without reading, has been since Miranda. The huff, between laughter and disbelief, rumbles between them. One stride, two, three, four and he's behind the pilot's chair, gazing into the black with her.
A rough hand slides through silky hair, callouses catch at strands. "Member what moony?" Comes the gruff reply, at odds with the gentle work of his hand.
"A thousand lifetimes." She sighs, leaning into his caress. His hand pauses, air escaping his lungs in a gust. "The age is not always so vast nor is she always broken. He is always fierce though, always a warrior, always a gun," Brown eyes meet blue, "His eyes are always the ocean."
Turning back towards the stars, she butts her head into his palm like a kitten. "What gorram go se are ya goin' on bout now?" He growls, snatching his hand away and moving towards the copilot's chair. Flopping down in the worn seat, he obstinately avoids her gaze. A soft smile tugs up the corners of her mouth as she observes him.
"She has seen the dreams, he broadcasts them, loudly. They are memories of what they have always been. Glimpses of what will be. If man called Jayne would just give in, they could enjoy this time together. So much more potential in this life time than the previous. Does he not see?" Although she sounds teasing, he feels cornered, afraid. Glacial gaze slides to chocolate.
His chest aches with the wanting. "Ain't not a body on this ship gonna like it." He stalls, avoids, sidesteps.
"He's never backed down from a fight before. Knows it's worth it. Captain Daddy and Ge-Ge will squawk. Zoe and Inara already see the strings tying us together, they know, they wait. Kaylee is a hopeless romantic." Rising, she floats towards him, smiling knowingly, he sighs.
Muscled arms spread and blue eyes shine, delicate body snuggles into his lap. "Like coming home." She murmurs against his throat, burrowing deeper into his warmth, his strength, his heart.
"Gonna get me spaced," He grumbles, arms tightening around the girl, "May be worth it." Her husky laugh is all the confirmation he needs.
Love it? Hate it? I'm a little rusty.