"I
would die for you
I've been dying just to feel you by my side
To
know that you're mine"
He didn't think much of it at first, but it seemed that she was just sitting right where he wanted to look. Jayne just chalked it up to curiosity about the womankillerpilotthing.
Jayne spent hours thinking about her: and her skin, and her legs, the dark hues of her eyes. Jayne didn't spend any time worrying about what these thoughts would add up to.
River passed by him in the mess as he sat thinking about her and whispered over his shoulder,
"Curiosity killed the cat,"
He finally started to worry when curiosity turned into a want. He wanted to feel her skin, her legs, her everything.
His want became an ache in his very core. He started to pant when she entered a room, running in flushed after playing with Kaylee.
Then there were the times that she would sit and draw as the other crewmembers milled around ignoring her. It made his blood boil how they could just walk away and leave her unclaimed and alone, sparing a glance of pity for her. At those times he wanted to rush over and drag her to her feet so he could show the crew they she was wanted and desired and his.