Between a Man and his Gun
Disclaimer: I do not own Jayne or Vera or anything having to do with Firefly. But oh would I love to.
Summary: Jayne thinks about his love for Vera, and finds himself thinking about someone else in the process.
Notes: This is my first ever Firefly story. ) Please be kind. I'm rating it PG-13 just for sexual references, but there's nothing hardcore.
He lay in his bunk, staring intently at Vera, who hung obediently on his wall. Hard to believe a man could develop such an attraction to gorram gun. It was a piece of machinery. A weapon of destruction. Vera had taken down more ruttin space mongrels than Jayne could count anymore. But still, somethan about that ruttin gun made Jayne happy. And when he closed his eyes, he felt the thoughts of her come freely.
He could feel her firm curvy structure in his hands. He could sense how light she was, yet how powerful at the same time. When he looked at her, across the room, he could feel her staring up at him like she wanted him to set her off, just one more time. He would flashback to those nights when the crew was out doing their own dirty work, and it was just him and her on the job like always. He would remember his favorite moments with her, the moments right after she'd gone off. He could sense her shaking in his arms and he would have to pull her close to hold her still. With her he always felt strong and confident, something he never felt when she wasn't near him. Didn't matter what the gorram others had to say 'bout him, as long as she was there, all shiny and beautiful, he knew that he wasn't all bad. He knew that he had to protect her, just as she did for him in ways she would never know. He had to always watch over her, even if she was sleeping with some ruttan yu bun da lan-dan doctor!
Jayne opened his eyes and shot up in bed.
"Ta Ma Da! " He put his hands to his eyes and rubbed then fiercely. "Kaylee!"
And suddenly, it all made sense- even to a man who rarely found sense in anything.