"All I Need"
Disclaimer: I don't own Firefly, I'm not making money off this, deal!
((A "Firefly" Fan fiction that is based on BellaReeve's "Music Box Ballerina" set... because I love her and I love those poems and they freaking NEED to be put into a fan fiction.))
Jayne had never cared for girls like her. Girls with minds always made things strange. They wanted to know how you where feeling and what was going on inside your head. So River was out of the question. Everything about that gorram girl was just wrong. And while she was cute, DAMN cute, she was crazy. And crazy did not float his boat.
But when she danced.
It was like watching a poem. There wasn't even music most of the time. But she would just dance and dance. He began to hear the music. Sometimes it was fast and rough, other times it was slow and peacfull. And sometimes it was a nice mix of the two. But whatever the music was, the steps where beautiful. She danced like an angel and she looked like one, too. She was free and lovely.
Her brother, the stupid doctor, didn't really understand. Even little Kaylee, bless her innocent heart, didn't quite get it. But she stopped Simon from stopping her. And that's all that really mattered: That no one stopped her. He would watch her and not let a singal person know about it. It amazed him the way she danced. He wanted to dance with her, if only she would teach him the stepps.
But that's the only time he loved her, when she danced. Other then that she was just a stupid, crazy little girl that meant nothing to him.
Only.. when he dreamed, she was everywhere.
So he resolved that he wouldn't touch her. He wouldn't look at her and he wouldn't watch her dance. Wouldn't even think about her. Which, of course only drew him to her more. And the more he was drawn, the more he dreamed.
He dreamed about her soft skin and red lips. He dreams of his hands on her hips and dreamed of rocking agenst her as she moaned his name. He dreamed over laying next to her while she slept, running a hand through that perfectly long black hair. And he dreamed of her whipsering his name in her dreams. He dreamed he loved her.
So he stayed away. The Captain wouldn't understand. Simon wouldn't understand. No one would understand. So he kept the hell away from her. No lookin', and therefor, no wanting... right? Right!
So that's where he stood that night when he while he was sitting in the galley. He had an apple and was biting into it happily. He hadn't been in any trouble all day and he was more then happy to stay out of it. After Arieal, Mal had been watching him like a hawk and he was glad not to be involved in anything. Then she had to go and stroll in.
He knew she was there before he even saw her. He could feel her stroll into the room like a ghost.He didn't look at her. Didn't even act like he knew she was there. He just went on eating his apple, not looking at her.
And then he felt soft butterfly hands on his should that slowly moved down his chest. At once he stood up, almost knocking over the table. "What in the gorram hell are you doing, girl!" He snapped, moving away.
She tilted her head to one side. She looked innocent, yet deadly. "Touching the stars. Making the voices fade." She moved closer to him, and he backed away. "Can't listen to them when the bear is around. Makes the others die away. Keeps them away with his claws."
"You calling me a bear?" He hissed, still backing away. He didn't trust this girl. She'd sliced him open once and no one knew for sure that she wouldn't do it again. He had to keep his distance.
She smiled that evil little smile that gave him shivers. "Bear's don't always growle. In their sleep they are just little kittens." She was close to him without him even noticing. She was sloe close her could feel her breathing. "He purrs the girls name. Doesn't think she hears. She does."
Jayne frowned. "I don't know what your talking about, girl." But he did. She'd heard him in his sleep, calling her name. His dreams had caught up to him. "You need to leave now. Girl? What are you--"
And then she was kissing him. Her lips where prefect, just like had dreamed. But it's wrong when it ain't a dream. He pushes her away. "River--" he starts but then she's touching his chest and face. "River..." He's never said her name once, let alone twice. "It's wrong."
She smiled. "Doesn't matter. Wrongs make right, thins upside down." She tugged at his shirt. "need you." And she's kissing him again. And he's letting her. And he needs this so bad. Needs her. She's all he ever needed.
He pulls her close and is kissing her softly, like he never kisses. She's making sounds that is making it hard for him to keep his pants on. And just as he thinks that that might be where this is heading, he hears cursing from behind him.
Puling away from the little crazy girl quickly, Jayne turns to see Mal and Zoe. And both of them are looking damn pissed. River moves away. "The voices are back..." Jayne sighs. Aint' no way this is going to end well.