DISCLAIMER; Same old …me not own anything, kind readers …..

NOTES: It's been a while. Here's an offering to appease, not much but it might help


ALLURE

Had him there, she did. He looks at her and she lifts one of those fine eyebrows as though to emphasize the challenge. Smiling at him like the little minx he had found her too be. Jayne can't help but shake his head with a raw chuckle, getting up from the table, pulling his hand from under hers. It's a fleeting and yet lingering sensation, her skin sliding over his as he draws back.

"Think you know me that well, do ya?" he rasps, walking about two paces. He turns around to look at her, to where she still sits unmoving at the table, her little lily white hands still on the table top. She says nothing, just looks. The answer could not be more obvious, she's been inside his head….is to some degree even now. She knows that even if there's a challenge he doesn't like, he'd never back down out of sheer stubbornness…..not even if it might kill him.

Simple, fool-hardy macho-pride ….

Can't run from a dare by a lil´girl ….now can you?

The smile blooms on her lips, he can watch it grow…..it always starts with the left corner of her mouth curving upwardsjust a littleuntil the rest of her lips catch up. It's a thing of beauty, he realizes just now. Gotta see that smile more often, even if it still seems to hide something ….something he can't figure out …

River rises from the chair, the chair scraping over the floor as she does. He watches her walk over to him like a ghost, like she´s drawn by an invisible string. And suddenly she has never been more approachable, seemed more real to him than now. She stops right in front of him, invading his personal space but right this moment, Jayne doesn't care. She smells sweet and clean and he kinda likes that. He watches her putting her hands on his chest for support as she rises on tiptoe with a dancer's ease. And she puts this one chaste kiss on his mouth. Just a small, but firm press of lips. Then she looks at him, right into his eyes and smiles …..

He'd kissed her a thousand times in those rutttin´dreams, even if he usually does not much care for the kissing part with others …with her it had something fresh, something apart ….

The real thing might be different. It's the last thought in his head before he leans down to grab the back of her neck, his fingers tangling in the mess that is her hair….

It's nothing like in the dreams and now he understands……the dreams were true, but this is real. She tastes of plums, fresh and ripe ……if he remembers correctly, cause it's been a while since he ate one. Hard to come by fresh fruits like that once you're out in the black. But somehow, she tastes just like that……of plums and cinnamon and cream and other sweet, forbidden things. He briefly wonders if that makes it all that sweeter. Her drawing a breath is the sweetest sound…..
He can't tell later how they end up against the wall, lips fused together, hands roaming and fumbling all over the place. She sure as hell knows some things she should not know…..probably plucked them right from his mind like apples. Her skirt rides up on her slim legs where she is caught between the wall and him, but she doesn't seem to mind. He follows the cloth with one hand over all that tantalizing paleness. It should make her look sick, maybe close to death being all that pale, but it doesn't ….it makes her look untainted and pure, even if the way she grabs at him is everything but. He grinds into her unconsciously, knowing she can feel him through those several layers of clothing ….and that's when it hits him ….Stop…..Stop…..Gotta stop now before all kinds of badness ensues.

"Stop…." He actually manages to groud out the words, so close to her ear that the low vibrations make her shiver. Jayne can't help but take a little pride in that. He leans his hands against the wall for a moment, breathing heavily, closing his eyes only to look at her face when he opens the again. River stares at him, sort of mesmerized, her lips red and slightly swollen, then she nods and he steps back …

"We'd better get back to sleep" …it's all he says. She smiles, nods again.

"I'll leave you then …" she whispers and he has but a second to comprehend what she means. River leans her head to the side, eyes fluttering shut, her shoulder pulling up slightly as though she tries to work some tension out of her neck. She shakes her head like a wet dog, and then ….she's gone. The girl blinks with a look of confusing in her face, looking around.

"Back to normal things are going …too late for little girls to be out alone." She sing-songs with a sweet smile at him, before she skips out of the kitchen.

"Good night moon, good night stars, goodnight Serenity, goodnight Jayne…."

And just like that she is gone. It makes a part of his heart lurch and it bothers him a bunch to see her change so quickly from the smart-mouthed, all too wise for her years, strangely alluring girl to full on loon mode in the space of a heartbeat…..

Still, he can still taste plums in his mouth…..and for once he does not care if it's real or just some idea she might have put into his head. He likes plums …and she'll be back, smart-talking the hell outta him …

He sure as hell still can't stand her puny idiot of a brother, but judging from now ….he sure does like the gorram´girl ….