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Ch. 4 Flying Without Wings - Part 2



It was full night when the work crew quietly left Serenity.  The only signs that they’d been there were three body bags lined up in the hold. Two were modern Alliance models, the kind that preserved the body as well as stored it. One held Hoban Washburne, and another contained Mr. Universe. The third was of the older style, meant for short term transport. It was occupied by a tall lanky blonde Lovebot known as Lenore.  Inara had instructed the soldiers to leave the bags at the base of the cargo ramp.  Once she was alone, she’d carefully dragged them, one by one, onto the boat.  Jayne and River had been nowhere in sight and had not answered her call for assistance.


In the dim light of the Med Tent Inara washed her hands.  She was weary and nauseous.  It had taken all of her considerable training as a Companion to stay emotionless while they’d worked to free Wash’s body from its prison on the bridge. It was a relief to be alone. With no prying eyes, it didn’t matter that her hands shook or her feelings were on display.


Out of habit, she brewed a cup of her special tea.  She’d left a small tin of it in the trunk on Serenity and had been very glad to find it when she’d changed her clothes earlier in the day. Her hands were almost to unsteady to raise the cup to her lips without spilling, but she did it.


“‘Nara, where you been all day?”  Mal got stiffly to his feet and limped out of earshot of his sleeping crew.  After he’d relayed River’s message to the Operative, he’d fallen asleep waitin’ for Inara to join him for lunch.   That had been sometime ‘round noon, now it was full dark.  He’d awakened a number of times in the hours in between and each time he’d been surprised to see her missing from the tent. After what had passed between them in the last two days, he’d begun to think she’d changed.  The cynical part of him sighed and shook his head. ‘Cat can’t change its spots.’  What had he expected?


“I…ah…had some things to do.” Her voice was hoarse with unshed tears, and she fought to regain her previous control.  She knew he would believe it was his job as Captain to have taken care of Wash’s body. She also knew that Mal had lost a lot of blood the day before. His two verbal confrontations, with the Operative, one this morning in person, and one mid-morning by wireless, had drained him of any remaining strength.


“Well I hope them boys didn’t keep you too busy.” He wished she would turn around and look at him.  All he could see was her standin’ there in a quilted gold robe, with her long dark hair hangin’ down her back.  His hand shook from rememberin’ the feel of those soft curls as he’d ran his fingers through them when she’d woke in his arms that mornin’.


“And how exactly do you think I spent my day?” she whispered and took another swallow of tea in an attempt to appear nonchalant.


“Well given what you do for a livin’ and the abundance of lonely Alliance boys, I can only think one thing.” Mal realized he was fighting his own petty jealousies, the only way he knew how, by lashing out at her. But instead of fightin’ back, she just stood there with her hands tremblin’, grippin’ a tin cup as if her life depended on it.  He regretted his words the second they were out of his mouth, but he couldn’t have stopped them anymore than the Alliance could stop the signal he’d sent out yesterday.


Inara gasped at the implication.  He would have hurt her less if he’d slapped her across the face.  No matter how much she wanted to hold onto her composure, his casual words ripped through walls that were shaken and crumbling from her afternoon on the bridge.  Her stomach cramped and she gagged.  Hot tea spilled everywhere as her cup fell from her suddenly cold, nerveless fingers.   She grasped for the wash basin on the counter and almost dropped it, but at the last second her hand wrapped around its edge and she pulled it tightly to her chest as she threw-up.


Suddenly large warm hands were holding her hair back and she leaned against a body that was unsteady on its feet, but strong enough to hold her up as she lost the little bit of tea she’d had to drink and kept on retching, racked with dry heaves.


“Easy there, easy,” Mal soothed her by rubbing her back in slow gentle motions.  He held her as best he could until her choking slowed and finally stopped.  “I think you better tell me what you really did this afternoon.”


“I can’t,” she whispered and pulled away from him to dump the contents of the basin in the waste disposal unit.  Leaning down she found her cup and filled it with clean cool water to rinse out her mouth.  “I can’t talk about it.”


“Yes, you can.” He was inches away and she could feel the heat from his body. “Just look at me and you can say anything.”


She shook her head, unable to form the words. All she wanted to do was lean back and let him hold her until she could free her mind of the horrors of all that she’d had to do.  But he made her feel vulnerable and it confused her, so she refused to give into her needs. “I…” She tried again to speak as tears welled up once more. She hated that she was breaking down when he needed her to be strong, but her energy was gone.


“Come here and put that damn cup down!”  With more strength than she realized he possessed, he turned her toward him.  “’Nara!” he gasped when he saw her pale face.  She wasn’t wearing a drop of make-up and even in the poor lighting of the Med Tent he could see freckles scattered across her nose.  “What have they done to you?”  A sudden sick feeling filled his belly when he thought what could happen to a woman alone among rough troops. 


“No one did anything. No one except me!” In defeat, she leaned her head on his shoulder and burst into tears.


Mal wrapped his arms around her and rocked her gently. “Ya gotta talk to me, or I can’t make it better,” he whispered helplessly, knowing his words from moments ago had only made the situation worse.  He used the last of his strength to slide them to the ground.  Sitting he could support her weight and not have to worry about falling down.


Finally, her crying calmed and her breaths became jerky little hiccups.  “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have broken down like that.”  She picked at a non-existent piece of lint on his collar, unable to meet his eyes.


“Look at me.” He tipped her chin upward.  “I’m sorry for what I said.” Shaking his head at his own stupidity, he added, “I won’t insult you anymore.”


“Please Mal, don’t make promises you can’t keep.”  She tried to smile but her attempt at levity fell flat. With a sigh she bit her lip, closed her eyes and for one of the first times in her life, voluntarily let him see and hear what she was really feeling. “I…I…took a crew of four Alliance soldiers to Serenity’s bridge and we…we…we had some work to do.”


“Wash?” He saw her body tremble and pulled her close again.


“I know you didn’t want him touched by them, but there was no one else. We…we… were careful.  I couldn’t let them do it alone, they might have hurt him.”  She knew she was crying, that her face was red and her eyes puffy, but she didn’t care.  Her pain was too real and she knew that Malcolm Reynolds was the only person who could help her with it.


“Oh God,” he whispered.  “Oh God, Inara, forgive me, please forgive me.”  He wasn’t sure which he was begging forgiveness for, accusing her of hunting up business or having to be the one to take care of the pilot’s body. All he knew was that she was hurting and he’d give his life to prevent it. “Hush now, hush.” He wrapped her hair around one of his hands until he held her head in his palm.  “You’re so beautiful.  No more tears.” His words were mixed with soft kisses as he kissed away the warm drops that ran down her face.  “No more,” and with a sigh he gave free reign to his feelings and covered her full damp lips with his.


The couple held tightly to one another, kissing, touching and whispering private words.  Though it was much less than either wanted, it was more than they had ever expected.  Walls were down, fortresses were breached.  The chaos and aftermath of the emotional war they’d fought for over a year was strewn around them and peace had finally been declared.



When River stepped out of the shower room, Jayne was still standing guard, though his expression was stiff and his eyes dark.  He ignored her chattering teeth and the blue tinge to her lips, ‘cause if he touched her, he wasn’t letting her go.


“I…a…I thought I’d take a turn,” he grunted and waved a handful of clean clothes he’d brought for himself, as he stepped past her.


“As you said yesterday, the water is colder than milk from a witch’s tit.” River pulled her blanket tighter around her shoulders. It was the one she’d used the night before and she’d left it hanging to dry on the large hook by the tub.


“If you can stand it, so can I.”  He glared and handed over her large pistol.  “Here’s your gun, now go git dressed.”


He hurried into the shower room and missed seeing her eyes fill with tears or hearing her mumbled words, “I’ll guard your door.”


The flashlight was just bright enough to allow him to shave without gettin’ cut too badly.  It’d been a few days and his face was beginnin’ to itch.  It wasn’t the only part of his body that itched, as he sniffed the damp air and caught a whiff ‘a female. “I will not think about that moon-brained girl,” he muttered to his reflection as his straight razor moved carefully around the outer edges of his goatee.   But even as he said it, he knew he was in deep trouble.  He hadn’t counted on the whole place smellin’ like her shampoo and that antiseptic soap she’d used the night before.  He stood tremblin’, rememberin’ burying his nose in her neck, as she had slept in his arms. It made him want to bury all ‘a him deep inside her.


“Gorramnit!” he pulled off his clothes and ducked under cold water as he quickly bathed.  All the while trying not to think about how ten minutes earlier she’d been standing naked exactly where he was standin’ now. 


“Shit.” Jayne knew there was only one thing he could do if he was going to get any peace of mind before he handed River back to her brother when they reached Persephone. And since the freezing water hadn’t seemed to help, he was left with one option. Quickly finishing his wash, he left the water running and climbed outta the shower stall.  He knew he’d have to go back in for a quick rinse later, but he was beyond caring.


Using an old towel he’d brought along, he removed the dripping water from his skin. As his hand moved lower on his body he let the towel drop.  With his palm curled around the heavy hardness that just thinkin’ about the girl caused, he was thankful she was off hidin’ and not waitin’ for him as he had for her.


“Aaahhhh,” he moaned and leaned massive shoulders against the door while his hand moved and he let his mind fill with images of all kinds of sin.  Alone in the dark, with only the sound of runnin’ water and his deep quick breathing, he could imagine anything he wanted.  His lips parted in a hungry smile as his large calloused hands became her small delicate ones…moving….moving….moving “Ooohhh,” he bit his lip, to keep from crying out as every muscle began to tremble in pleasure.



On the other side of the door River was crumpled in a small heap.  She had dressed quickly and then had returned to stand guard for Jayne as he had for her.  She’d been quietly leaning against the door when feelings and emotions flooded her soul.


Her breath came in huge, deep gasps as it felt like she was touching hard velvet flesh and large knowledgeable hands moved over her body.  She looked around frantically, but no one was there.  The Alliance had played with her mind hundreds of times, but this was the first time that they’d let her feel as if she was being touched.  Always before, they would use their machines to send the message directly to her brain. It had been cold, clinical and there had been no escape.


Her gun clattered to the floor and soon she was sitting beside it.  The hunger was filling her up until she wanted to howl and beg for relief.  Experience had taught her that there was no such thing.  The Blue Hands were experts at creating deep mental desires, and leaving her to dangle until she was willing to fight and kill to relieve it.


“No, no please,” she begged.  “I will not fight.  I will not kill.  You can not make me.” She knew the only person around was Jayne and she would keep him safe no matter the cost to her. It made no sense, but since everyone thought she was crazy, it didn’t have to.


Suddenly she became aware that the water had turned off.  Jayne would be out soon and she couldn’t let him see what the Blue Hands could do to her.  Gripping the deck plating she pulled herself along, too confused to try to stand.  She hadn’t made it more than ten feet when the door opened behind her and she froze afraid to draw attention to herself.


Jayne felt good, better than he would have imagined he would after a cold shower and a bit of quality time with his own body.  It was the closest thing to sexin’ he’d had in a long time.  He made note to remember that the shower was a much more satisfying place than his bunk.  Maybe it was the smell of River’s soap that still clung to the air, but he coulda sworn it was almost as if she had been touchin’ him.


His smile and good mood lasted only as long as it took for his boot to bump against a large pistol on the deck.  He dropped the t-shirt he’d been about to pull over his head as a shaft of fear shot through him.  “River,” he cried out in panic and took three running steps until he almost tripped over her, shivering at his feet.


“No, please.” Her voice sounded strange and she refused to look at him.


“What happened, girl?”  He knelt beside her and reached for her shoulder.


“Don’t, you can’t touch me!”  She pulled back even as her entire body burned to be touched.  “No one ever touches me.  It is not allowed.  Gloves, they always wear gloves. Blue Hands say no skin contact is allowed.”


“River, honey, they ain’t here.”  Jayne spoke softly.  She was frightening him.  Her voice sounded old and tired.  “Come ‘ere.  It’s just me.”  He reached for her, to pull her onto his lap as he’d done the night before when she was haunted by nightmares, but she wouldn’t let him.


“Please no,” she begged.  “They want me to kill.” She had to make him understand that he wasn’t safe. “And the penalty for touching instead of doing is too much to bear.”


Her face was flushed and she could hardly control her breathing.  If the big mercenary didn’t know better he’d swear he’d caught her in the middle of gettin’ sexed.  “Shit,” he ground out as he looked over his shoulder and saw his shirt and her gun in front of the door he’d been leaning against while he’d been…. “Were you in my mind?”  It was more an accusation than a question.


“No, the desire found me!”  Tears rolled down her face and she bit her lip to keep it from quivering. “Please help me, Jayne.”


“What do you want me to do?”  He was afraid he’d helped her alright. He’d helped her into a frantic state of arousal.


“I don’t know.”  She brushed her fingers across his chest where she’d cut him.  “They put these feelings in my head so I will do as they want.  It is how they always do it.”


He captured her hand with his, and pressed it against his scar.  “Is that why you cut me?”  He remembered all too well what he’d been thinkin’ when cleaning his guns that afternoon before Ariel.  He’s mind had been wanderin’ to whorin’ on a Core planet and it wasn’t only whores he’d been thinkin’ about.  “Answer me, girl,” he grasped her shoulders to get her attention.


“Yes,” she whispered unable to take her eyes off his.  “I felt the need curl in my stomach.  I couldn’t drown it out so I reached for the knife and turned off the signal the only way I knew how.”


“Oh, baby doll,” he pulled her tightly against his bare chest and massaged her shoulders as her body pressed closer to his.


“Help me, please,” she whimpered. “I need, I need…it makes no sense.”  With her cheek pressed against his skin, her body folded and every muscle went lax. “Always before when I felt like this it was the signal to kill.” She was being overpowered by the feel of flesh and it warmed her in places she didn’t know existed.  “You make it different.”


“It ain’t me, you’re confusin’ the thoughts ya picked up from me with what they done to ya.”  He tried to reason with her as his body reacted. 


“No.” She shook her head knowing she was speaking the truth.  “It’s always been different with you.”  She gently kissed the bullet wound in his shoulder that still had some healing to do.  “Close, but different,” as she spoke she kissed the tip of the slash mark her knife had made in his chest.  “I fought to stop the feelings….or would fight and kill others.”  Another kiss and she remembered the three men she’d killed when they’d rescued the Captain and the hours prior to that which Jayne had spent in his bunk, sending passion flying in all directions.


As her lips moved along his scar, Jayne lost all control. “Not here,” he growled.  When he picked her up and carried her to their hideaway off the lounge, he knew he was gonna hate himself in the mornin’ and she probably would too, but it was too late, his body was roaring with a fierce need.  But no matter how much his need drove him on, he swore he’d do his best not ta hurt her. 


“River,” he called her name as he laid her on the mattress they’d shared the night before.  “Look at me, girl.”  Her chin was cupped in his big hand as he tilted her face so he could see her better in the dark.  “You ever been with a man before?”


“No. Touching was not allowed,” she whispered.  Her eyes were dilated as she ran her hands over his shoulders.


“Gorramnit,” he grounded his teeth.  She’d never been with a man and he’d never been with a virgin; it didn’t bode well for the night.  “You sure you want this?”


“Yes, but turn on the flashlight.  I…I want to know it is really you and not them playing with my mind.”


Any doubt about what he was gonna do fled as she spoke.  He reached for the light he’d left sittin’ beside Vera when he’d laid her down.  “Oh Babe,” he whispered when he saw her pinched, desire-filled face in the shadowy light.  “I’m gonna take this slow as I can. If you change your mind, holler out and I’ll try ta stop.”  He lay over her, holding the weight of his upper body on his elbows, but let his groin press against hers.  It felt so good he almost forgot to breathe.  Slowly he reached for the tiny buttons to unfasten the top of her dress.


“Just touch me and make the need go away,” she cried out and arched her back, pressing her breasts against his wrists as he undid her buttons.


“I’m just gettin’ to that,” his voice broke as he pushed back the dainty material and exposed first one breast and then another.  River’s skin was pale and smooth and the most perfect thing he’d ever seen. 


One arm wrapped around her shoulders to pull her closer to his mouth, while the other slid down under her skirt to hook a finger in her panties and pull them free.  All the while she was bucking her body against his and tiny moans escaped her lips.


He lost all sense of reason when his mouth covered her right nipple and he began to suck.  The hand beneath her skirt grasped her knee to pull and separate her legs and then moved along a silky thigh until he found her center.  She was warm and wet and quivering before he even touched her. When he buried one large finger deep in her, she jumped as if startled and cried out his name, part in pleasure and part in pain.


“I’m right here Babe.  Did I hurt ya?”  He felt the slight pop as he’d pushed too fast into a place that had never been entered before. He had a sick feeling he’d find blood on his finger when he withdrew it.


“Don’t stop.” River bucked against his hand needing whatever was at the end of this wonderful journey he was taking her on.  She knew she could recite by memory the textbook explanations for what was happening to her.  She could even predict what was coming next, but books and visions of the future were nothing compared to the real thing.


“Look at me,” Jayne ordered.  “And know this is real.”


As she opened her eyes and looked into his, he moved his hand faster while rubbing his goatee over one taut, exposed nipple. River gasped as the world stopped and imploded causing lightning to shoot through her. She threw back her had and tried to scream out his name, but only whispers and moans escaped her lips.  Then Jayne covered her mouth with his and kissed her like his life depended on it, while holding her tight to keep her from flying apart as her muscles contracted and her body bucked.


“Not them, it’s not them.  It is all you, always you,” she shivered and muttered as she became aware of her surroundings once again.


“River…” Jayne’s mind went blank.  He knew he should be askin’ her if she was okay, be sure he hadn’t hurt her none, but when she looked at him as if he was king of the ‘verse and her hands moved over his chest and face, he couldn’t string words together.


“Don’t stop,” she whispered.  “I know there’s more. I can still feel the need.” Desperation gnawed at her belly at the idea that he might leave her with only one small taste of pleasure.  She needed to drive out the specter of the Alliance once and for all.  She ran her hands over his shoulders until her fingers pushed below the waist band of his cargo pants.  “I want to feel all of you, skin to skin.”


“You sure you’re ready, Babe?”  He cupped her wet face and pushed his hardness against her belly.  “You feel that?  If I take my pants off, I won’t be able to hold back none.”  Jayne was a large man with large hungers and he knew it.  Right now his appetite was for River Tam and it was growin’ stronger by the second, along with the idea that she was all he’d ever want for the rest of his life.


“You will not hurt me,” she whispered and kissed him again.


“How do you know?”  He hated that she might be inside his head.


“I just do.”


“That ‘cause you’re a reader?”  Jayne ran his hand through her hair, still unsure of his next move.


“No,” she reached between them to unfasten his pants. “There is no pain in feeling the release, only in being forced to endure the curling passion and left with nothing.”


“That what they did to you? They raped your mind and left your body to feel only hunger?”  His eyes turned to blue slits when he thought of how badly she’d been treated.


“Yes.” Her voice cracked with pain that was quickly being healed by desire wrapped in warm emotions. Her fingers fumbled with his zipper but it was her turn to take the lead so he didn’t help her.  Finally she reached for the warm hard bulk that was under her hands.  “Make it end, please.”


Jayne’s heart filled until it was about to burst.  It was a feeling he didn’t want to look at too carefully ‘cause it had very little to do with the way he shucked off his pants and pulled her free of her skirt.  It had everything to do with the time he took to be sure she was ready for him and the gentle care he took while he entered her, despite her pleas that he hurry.  But it burst through him like wildfire as she exploded around him two more times before he finally let himself follow her over the edge, crying out her name.


River felt profound joy.  When Jayne had filled her he’d started a chain reaction. When she’d come apart over and over again, it added fuel to that reaction. When she’d come apart one last time and he’d finally joined her, the reaction was complete. It had been like there was a shift in their bodies on an atomic level.  Where before, he’d had too many electrons in the outer shell of every atom in his body, she’d had too few.   When their pleasures had exploded together, his extra electrons had jumped shells to join hers and stable almost unbreakable bonds had been formed between them.





( 18 comments — Leave a comment )
Mar. 18th, 2006 11:24 pm (UTC)
WOW. That was powerful, explosive, gorram amazing. I could go on. More please.
Mar. 19th, 2006 02:54 am (UTC)
Thank you very much, I was worried it got a bit off track. Good to hear it hung together.

I love your icon, by the way.
Mar. 18th, 2006 11:55 pm (UTC)
Wooo-ha. Hot and yummy and sweetly beautiful. I really like this series. Go you!
Mar. 19th, 2006 02:55 am (UTC)
LOL well it was my first attempt at smut, and it went about as far as I am able to take that sort of thing. I'm better at doing the emotions and hot searing looks than the blow by blows (no pun intended)
Mar. 18th, 2006 11:58 pm (UTC)
Ho-leeee COW.

That is...WOW.

So much love being sent your way...right now.

And you know I really, really like it if I'm gettin' all poetical about it. :D

My heart was weeping for Inara, and I wanted to slap Mal in the head with my big clunky Doc Martens. But he made up for it. Kudos to Inara for allowing him to do so.

Jayne's fierce determination to not "force" himself on River is no match for his fierce desire to give her everything she needs. She just happens to need him.

Also like how River is doing her best to outplay the Operative.

Absolutely stunning, and every part goes "long" we will not complain in the least. :D
Mar. 19th, 2006 03:00 am (UTC)
Thank you, thank you, thank you. I'm new to Rayne and not really good at smut, but going long I excell at. I was dumbfounded when I discovered I couldn't post the whole chapter as one post.

I'm so glad you saw that Mal pulled his foot out of his mouth, he was meant to. It's that old habits die hard thing. I'm not sure there will be too much more of them in this story. I want to save the complicated stuff for my M/I series Somethings Gotta Give. (fingers crossed I'll get back to it)
Mar. 19th, 2006 12:05 am (UTC)
wonderful!!! it had everything!!!! i don't know where to start! i'll just go with "i loved this and can't wait for more!!"" TTFN :)
Mar. 19th, 2006 03:02 am (UTC)
Thank you very much, I'm glad this story is working for people. It was in me for a long time, just needed to be let out.
Mar. 19th, 2006 01:37 am (UTC)
Ohhhhhh *whimper!* You have no idea how loudly I squealed when i saw you'd posted another chapter, and then how loudly AGAIN when I saw how long it was! I am so in love with this story, it can't possibly be legal. *DEATH OF JOY* Brilliant (and gloriously sexy) as always! I cannot WAIT for more! :D
Mar. 19th, 2006 03:05 am (UTC)
LL you are the queen of Rayne, to get a lovely review from you is very special. Thank you very much for the encouragement and wonderful words.
Mar. 19th, 2006 03:32 am (UTC)
Every chapter of this story has been phenomenal ! I cannot wait for more. Seriously. Go write some more now for the sake of my sanity.
Mar. 19th, 2006 05:23 am (UTC)
Ok, here it comes : EEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!11eleventy!!!

Woof, I feel better! I'm not sure if I've left feedback for you yet, because I suck that way sometimes, so I thought I'd just take this opporotunity to tell you how much I frikkin' LOVE this fic. Fantastic story telling. Please keep up the wonderful writing, because I look forward to each update.

PS - I was so excited to see this, I haven't even read it yet, but want to go back, re-read the previous chapters, THEN read the latest update. Yeah, I'm Spazzy McGee when it comes to WIPs that I adore, and this is one of them.

Thank you so much for sharing this with us!
Mar. 19th, 2006 07:39 am (UTC)
Ok, can I just say, that this story is SO awesome, that the word 'awesome' doesn't seem to cover it??? For someone who normally doesn't write Rayne or smut, you nailed this chapter! Plus I love Mal/Inara so it was wonderful to see that push forward in their relationship, while at the same time, seeing Jayne and River push forward as well. Great job!
Mar. 19th, 2006 08:30 am (UTC)
Only River could see sex and healing in the guise of advanced physics, and it seems only you could make that beautiful.
Mar. 19th, 2006 10:38 am (UTC)
Damn Damn Damn Damn. That was HOT. And I'm not just talking about the deliciously sexy smut! In the first half I felt your descriptions of River's confusion over her body's natural responses and feelings to be very realistic in the sense that she's still a teenager and really only learning about herself (even before you factor in all the Blue Hand stuff that happened to her), and i loved your Mal/Inara interaction, I felt that represented their relationship very well - the fighting and then Mal trying to make it all better. VERY GOOD CHAPTER!!!!
Mar. 26th, 2006 07:43 am (UTC)
Have I told you how much I loved this story? It is beyond "good", but I can't think of an apt enough description. First off the moments between Inara and Mal were very painful to read, but I'm glad ended on a good note. With Jayne and River the raw feelings are tangible as well as their incredible heat. You did that so well! Thanks!
Mar. 26th, 2006 06:20 pm (UTC)
Thank you, thank you, thank you. I'm sorry Mal and Inara were painful, but I wanted to keep them in character before I went AU with them. They are my fav pair and since want to save any deep soul searching for a story of their own, I had them crash and burn and make-up in the 4th chapter of this story. (hint: I always believe in happy endings)

I really loved your comments about River and Jayne. I think it is much more emotional and feelings can be written so much stronger when the couple isn't actually making love. Then it becomes an anatomical description of what goes were when...biology 101. I get much more satisfaction of ripping emotions out of my characters.
Mar. 31st, 2006 03:04 am (UTC)
hot, sweet and compelling. i don't know how you do it.
my very favorite part is where you talk about them bonding on the atomic level. very expressive.
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The three o-clock in the morning courage which Bonaparte thought was the rarest...Thoreau

Did you say it? I love you; I don't ever want to live without you; you changed my life. Did you say it?
Make a plan, set a goal, work toward it, but every now and then, look around, drink it in, 'cause this is it. It might all be gone tomorrow. - Meredith Grey

Shakespeare is easy, life is hard...Wheels

Don't try to be a great man, just be a man. Let history make up its own mind...Z.Cochron

I had a job to do and I was unafraid...Jack to John Creighton

For I dipt into the future, as far as the human eye could see. Saw the vision of the world, and the wonders that can be...RWW Hipwell

Without diviation from the norm, progress is impossible...F. Zappa

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea, In a beautiful pea-green boat: They took some honey and plenty of money, Wrapped up in a five-pound note. The Owl looked up to the stars above, and sang to a small guitar...E Lear

Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon and blow, Blow him again to me;... Tennison

Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn... Keats

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