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Some blood can't be washed away. [River, Jayne]
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Title: Weren't Right Author: Kari (meinterrupted AT livejournal DOT com) Rating: Adult. Word count: 1000 Characters: River, Jayne Prompt: 033. Blood [joss100 table] Spoilers/Timeline: Post-movie, no spoilers Disclaimer: Not mine, don’t sue. Summary: Some blood can't be washed away. Author's Note: This was written a godawful-long time ago (sometime around Christmas, because I was at home-home) and has gone through some serious revisions since then. It's not exactly what I wanted it to be, but what story ever is?
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One thing Jayne didn't expect when he dropped into his bunk was the sound of his shower running. He knew he hadn't left it on, so that meant either someone else was in here, or had been recently. He silently crept to his ladies, selected a .38 named Annie, and stole back to the door of the bathroom. He waited for a few moments, until the water stopped running. He heard rustling inside, and chose that moment to shove open the door, gun blazing.
Inside, dripping wet and completely naked, stood the crazy girl. She didn't seem surprised to see him, and made no move to cover her body.
Jayne was at a complete loss for words. He nearly dropped Annie, but recovered and placed her carefully, safety on, back into the holster, though he kept his hand close, just in case.
River stood silently in the shower, water dripping from her fingertips and rolling down her legs, staring at him.
"What the hell are you doin' here, crazy?" His voice was strained, as she'd taken it by sheer force of will.
"Needed to wash the blood away. Blood of thousands. Takes so long, Simon would get worried. No one bothers me here. They're still not totally gone." She seemed to shake ever so slightly as she spoke, though Jayne couldn't tell if that was from the chill or the fear.
Not taking his eyes off her face, he reached for a mostly-clean towel. He approached her slowly, holding it out as an offering. You never knew when she might go batshit, even if she was all shiny and naked.
She didn't take the towel until he was almost upon her. He immediately backed off, and she followed, stepping gracefully over the lip of the shower. The room was small, and no matter how far he backed up, there was only so much space between them. Ignoring his discomfort, River turned around to dry her front, giving Jayne and unobstructed view of her perfect round ass. Realizing he probably'd get spaced for looking at her like that, he averted his eyes. "Can't use Kaylee or someone else's bunk for your washin's?" he growled, pointedly staring at a spot on the floor. Her nearness and her nakedness were affecting him more than he might like to admit.
She leaned down to dry her legs, and he snuck a peek. He was only a man. "Don't want to bloody up anyone else's shower. Here there's already enough blood in the drain, won't make a difference."
"Well ain't that nice of you?" he muttered, eyes dropping back to the floor. This was going nowhere good, and hadn't been since the crazy girl'd decided his shower was the best place for her to get clean.
He looked up when he heard silence. The rustling of the towel had stopped, and she was supporting herself against the wall with one hand, the other holding the towel against her front. "I'm not a real girl. Pinocchio on a string, always wanting, never having." She turned and looked at him over her shoulder, her pose coquettish.
Feeling himself drawn to her even over his better instincts, Jayne took a few steps forward until he was almost touching her. He could feel the heat and steam still rising from her body. "Look real enough to me." He reached out a tentative hand and touched her arm.
Dropping the towel, River leaned back against him, her still-damp back sticking to his shirt. "Can't feel anything but pain and misery, hurt and death. Not real. A doll created to hide the ills of society under a pretty face. Rotten on the inside." Her long wet hair soaked through to his skin. "Need help becoming real. Mercenary godfather," she whispered, her hand sliding across her flat stomach.
His body shuddered against her, his cock betraying him. Suddenly angry, he grabbed her face roughly in one hand and turned it so he could look at her. "I ain't a good man, girl. And this ain't no fairy tale."
She seemed unperturbed by the outburst, staring at him serenely even as he squeezed her jaw. His breath hitched in his throat and he rubbed his thumb along her full bottom lip. Her tongue darted out to meet it. Using his other hand, he spun her around, shoving her up against the wall, still never letting go of her face. "I ain't a good man, River. I'm a selfish bastard. You can see up here, you know that." His face was so close to hers he was inhaling her breath.
"If you were a good man, I wouldn't be here."
He growled and shoved his lips against hers, hard and insistent. She obligingly opened her mouth to him, her hands resting on his hips. Jayne grabbed hold of her bicep, squeezing firmly enough to bruise. He crushed her against the wall with his body, feeling her warm and willing against him.
It was that willingness, more than anything, that made him stop. He pulled away from her, backing up as if he'd been burned. Something wasn't quite right. "Get out," he growled. She suddenly looked small and lost, her lips red and slightly swollen from the kiss, a drop of blood trickling down from where teeth met flesh. Looking more a little girl with every passing moment, Jayne barked at her again to leave. He could see the angry red handprint marking her arm, and he hated himself for it.
She picked up the towel, staring at him. "Why?" She wrapped it around herself, her eyes never leaving him. He shook his head as she slipped out, hopefully headed back to her brother. Let him take care of her. He didn't want no part of this, didn't want no part of her.
Angrily, Jayne punched the wall, the pain nearly making him cry out. He looked at the crack the grate had made in his skin, red blood welling up and out. Weren't right.
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