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NOTES: Have fun kiddies!!! Hope this makes Mr. Neroli ……my partner in the obsession of the Jayne…..happy!!!!
RAPTURE
DESIRE …… in Rivers mind it is a sound.
She wasn´t aware of it before, but now she knows …she comprehends the humming background noise removed from conscious thought.
Different sounds for different people …they´re not all alike.
And if she listens just right …she can hear, distinguish…like holding different shells to her ear…
For Wash and Zoë it has the sound of the ocean…the sound of waves washing ashore and gulls calling …
Kaylee is like laughter, wild and carefree…unbridled.. warm…
The captain's need is like a waterfall …water rushing, cascading downwards …so fast, so fierce …
Inara´s is a contrast …subtle, refined and sublime…like the melodic sound of a thousand wind chimes…
Book is peace …silence, no raging…no fighting …but the sound of peaceful tranquillity ..
She takes a breath to revel in it …
And Simon, dear Simon …slumbering under the glassy surface of self- control, a thousand horses racing over open plains …
The sounds make sense to her now.
Before …she had no sound of her own, too wrapped up in the wriggling mess of her own thoughts to be concerned with things like this.
Now …She can hear it resonating, the sound of a gathering storm …of thunder rolling in the distance…
…mixing, mingling with the roaring sound of an avalanche crashing into the valley below…his sound …
Longing …it has a taste too. Spicy and sharp…she can taste it on the back of her tongue…rolling around in her mouth like exotic candy.
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He´s not himself today. Knows why too, no need to ponder that …been having far too many thoughts pondering one stupid dream. Still …Jayne can´t help himself, looking around almost like a madman ..into the faces of the crew gathered in the kitchen area.
It was a dream …not his fault , he didn´t do nuthin´. …could happen to anyone of ´em. Still he looks at them with his sullen impression, almost fearing that they´d take one good look at him and know the score ….
She might ….she with her weird way of speaking, her crazy demeanour …..she knows things. She´d take one look at him and know …..and then?
It was a dream ….gorramit! Not his fault …..not his choice, not by a long shot!
And then she enters, hovering in the threshold with her head tilted just that way….not entering, but watching.
She enters and on the second step he looks at her across the room. River looks back at him, holding his gaze …tight, like she would hold on to the end of a rope.
Looking at him …..with that peculiar expression that doesn´t need words uttered. There´s an ocean in that look, a universe ….
And suddenly Jayne knows, biting back a fierce curse as his hands make fists…..it wasn´t just him. She doesn´t just know ….
She was there …somehow, she was there!
She lets her breath out in a tiny gasp, lips slightly parted…..
He must have gone ruttin´ mad …but this instant, looking at her looking at him like that, it´s almost enough to push him over the edge.
That small tiny thing …that drawing of air….the way the column of her throat shimmered in the light as she draws another breath….
…makes him forget everything and all.
Makes him want to grab the darn girl and kiss her ….hard. He can almost feel his hands fisting themselves into all that hair. And he knows how it would feel running through his hands. He has never done it, not even thought about it ….and yet he knows.
She's gotta be a witch of some sorts ….
There are fingers trailing down his biceps …down his arm and into his hand. Feathery touches…
She leans over him, with that serious thoughtful expression….her hair rurrounding their heads like a curtain. Somehow he knew him turning away and storming out of the mass would not be the end of it.
Knew she´d come ….not even in his dreams can a man be left in peace!
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No speech ...there does not need to be …hasn't slept for days, he hasn´t. Tossing, Turning …
There is an undercurrent of fear in his angry look…simmering under the surface. Almost as though she can pull that out …with one hand hovering above his skin ...drawing the thoughts out of him that will not serve the purpose.
No words to utter …no words could explain.
Fingers settling on her thighs…digging into her skin as though he means to leave a mark..
" This isn´t real…" he reasons gruffly.
Her answer is a fleeting whisper..." But it´s true …"