Fic: I Married a Witch
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Title: I Married a Witch: Part 4
Author: greta_garbo
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Jayne/River
Disclaimers: Joss is boss when it comes to Firefly stuff. I Married a Witch belongs to .... whichever studio owns the rights at the moment.
Summary: AU. The morning after.
Notes: I know, I know. This took forever. I was so sick, and I kept starting it, and then hating what I'd written, and then re-writing, and then realizing it didn't make any sense. But it's here now. And I hope it's good.
River woke slowly, enjoying the experience of her mind rejoining her body. Waking up had always been one of her favorite things, and it had been nearly 300 years since she’d been able to experience it. She savored it.
As she became more cognizant, she began to notice the solid body she was curled up against. Her head was fuzzy, so it took her a few moments to remember exactly what was happening. A small smile started to form as the events from the previous night came clerly into her memory.
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This certainly was taking longer than she had expected. This man was damn stubborn. River had the urge to throw a small tantrum, but she knew that would just put him off more.
She tried desperately to seduce him with flowery words, but it just wasn’t working.
“The reason no man knows; let it suffice; What we behold is censured by our eyes.; Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?” River quoted, smiling her prettiest smile and batting her lashes.
Jayne just stared at her blankly. “Uh….yeah, that’s real nice, but you’re obviously not getting the part where I’m getting married tomorrow.”
River shook her head, and gave into her frustration and stomped her foot, just a bit. “Don’t care about marriage. Care about love. All I want is your love.”
Jayne laughed, “Hell, girl. I don’t even love the woman I’m getting hitched to, what makes you think I’m going to love a crazy little thing like you?”
River did not understand why this was so hard. It wasn’t like she was trying to get herself to love him. All she wanted was for him to love her. It really shouldn’t be this complicated. Several men had fallen for her in her time. She was seriously starting to rethink doing this whole thing bare-handed.
River searched her brain for another pretty poem to quote. “Come live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield.”
Jayne once again stared at her blankly, and then, for lack of anything better to do, turned to his guns, and started taking them apart, one by one.
River wanted to scream. She had always been very good at maintaining her inner cool, but this man was so incredibly frustrated. She crossed her arms over her chest and watched Jayne as he handled his guns. She glanced around his room, taking in the pile of dirty clothes in the corner, the unmade bed, the dirty magazines thrown haphazardly underneath it.
And she realized what she was doing wrong.
Pretty poems and flowery words weren’t going to do it with Jayne. He probably didn’t understand half of what she was saying, anyway.
It wasn’t the way she’d normally go about this sort of thing, but she really was at her wit’s end. So she pulled the t-shirt she was wearing over her head and dropped it to the floor.
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Jayne smiled as he woke, enjoying the warm weight against his body. He always did like waking up next to a woman. He tightened his arms around the body slightly before his eyes shot open in realization and he stared at the ceiling. He knew it wasn’t Isabelle sleeping by his side. Once her pa had forced them into this godforsaken betrothal, he’d made it perfectly clear that he didn’t want the merc and his little girl cohabitating or having intimate knowledge of each other until after the wedding. Jayne frowned at the ceiling. He was marrying a shrew and he didn’t even have the benefit sexin’ her. And it wasn’t like he hadn’t already had that intimate knowledge.
Jayne realized he’d lost his train of thought and his mind returned to the problem at hand. There was a body pressed against his and it sure as hell wasn’t Isabelle, he could tell just by the shape of her. Isabelle was a well endowed woman. The thing next to him didn’t feel like more than a pixie.
He tried to clear his head from the sleep induced fog so he could figure out what was happening. And when he finally did remember, he let out a groan.
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It had been a few minutes since Jayne had heard the girl spouting off some poem or calling him darling or whatever, so he figured she’d probably give up and just slipped out of his bunk quietly. Finally, he could just go to sleep.
All thoughts of sleep left his head when he turned around to find River standing in front of him, completely naked.
After recovering from the initial shock, Jayne just tried to keep his body under control, willing it not to take on it’s natural reactions. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Jayne stuttered out.
River just looked at him with that loopy smile of hers. “Getting naked for you, darling,” she explained.
“Uh…..why?”
“So we can have sex.” She smiled at him like she just solved the mystery of life.
“Well, you best put your…my….clothes back on, ‘cause we ain’t having sex.”
“But you like naked women,” River reasoned.
“Well, yeah…”
“And you don’t like your betrothed.”
“That’s not untrue.”
“So,” River said, “I am naked. I am not your fiancé. Let’s have sex.”
Jayne looked the girl over. She was cute, in her own way. She was smaller than he normally liked, but she really was pretty. The more he looked at her, the more beautiful she seemed to become, all dainty and pale and sweet looking.
“Ah, hell,” he finally gave in. “It’s my last night as a free man. And it ain’t like I got a bachelor party or nothin’.”
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River smiled brightly once she was fully awake. She liked sex, she decided. She’d done it once or twice back before being burned at the stake, but it had never been like that. Men had obviously learned a few things in 3 centuries.
“If all the world and love were young, and truth in every shepherd's tongue, these pretty pleasures might me move, to live with thee and be thy Love,” River said lazily.
Jayne groaned again. She was still spouting that poetry crap. He was going to be in all kinds of trouble if someone caught her down here, or if she went blabbing about what had happened.
Jayne shoved her away from him. “Shut up and get dressed.”
The bright smile didn’t leave River’s face. “Okay, darling.”
Jayne watched her pull his shirt over her head. “Okay, now git.”
“Tell me you love me,” River sighed dreamily.
“What!?”
“Tell me you love me.” She stood there patiently next to his bed, her hands clasped in front of her.
“I ain’t gonna tell you I love you!” Jayne roared at her.
“Why not?” River pouted.
“’Cause I don’t, that’s why!”
Confusion crossed the girl’s face. “But we made love.”
“That ain’t exactly what I’d call it.”
River opened her mouth to say something else, when the hatch to Jayne’s bunk opened and Kaylee started coming down. “Jayne, have you seen that girl you rescued yesterday? She ain’t in the infirmary and the captain’s having a fit.” She stopped at the sight in front of her, Jayne lying in his bed, dressed only in a thin sheet, and River standing by him, wearing Jayne’s t-shirt and a big smile.
“Hello, mechanic!” River said happily.
“Hi,” Kaylee responded, thoroughly confused. “Jayne, what’s going on?”
“It ain’t what it looks like,” Jayne was quick to say.
“We had sex!” River explained.
“Okay, so it’s a little bit what it looks like.”
“Jayne!” Kaylee exclaimed. “It’s your wedding day!”
“Come on, little Kaylee! You know I ain’t happy about this marriage business. And she was all naked and…”
“And Jayne became aroused,” River supplied.
Kaylee gaped at the girl, but Jayne just ignored her. “Kaylee, you gotta do me a really big favor,” Jayne said. “You gotta get this girl outta here as quietly as you possibly can.”
Kaylee looked between Jayne and River uncertainly.
“Kaylee, do you really want Whitling to shoot me?”
“Well…no…” Kaylee responded.
“Good, then just get this nutcase out of my bunk before anyone else wanders down here and finds her.”
“Okay,” Kaylee said and sighed as she grabbed River’s hand and started to drag her toward the hatch of the bunk.
“And, give her some clothes. She oughtn’t to be walkin’ around the ship like that,” Jayne said, a hint of concern creeping into his voice.
“Alright, alright,” Kaylee said as she started to push River up the ladder.
“But I want to stay with Jayne,” River protested.
“Well, Jayne don’t want you here,” Jayne said back to her warily. River pouted at him as Kaylee pushed her up.
River stood outside the bunk unhappily, waiting for Kaylee.
“Why doesn’t he want me to stay around?” River asked once Kaylee was standing by her.
“Guys are just funny like that,” Kaylee said, not really paying attention as she glanced around to make sure nobody had seen them.
“Come on,” she said, grabbing River’s hand. “Let’s get you into some girly clothes so nobody sees you in Jayne’s shirt.”
River sighed dramatically as she followed Kaylee.
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“Found her, cap’n!” Kaylee voice floated into the galley where Mal was pacing and Inara was sitting calmly at the table.
Mal glanced up as Kaylee pulled a frowning River into the galley. “Where was she?” Mal asked suspiciously.
Kaylee smiled nervously. “Oh, just wanderin’ the ship. Found her in engine room, looking around.”
“She didn’t do nothing to the engine, did she?” Mal asked, eyeing the grumpy girl Kaylee held by the hand.
“Oh, no! She weren’t doing nothin’! Just looking,” Kaylee replied. “Oh, and I gave her some of my clothes. So she wasn’t walking around the ship all indecent like.”
Mal nodded at her, still looking at the girl suspiciously. “Good.”
Inara stood and walked over to River. “Are you feeling better, honey?”
“I was,” River mumbled.
“Do you remember anything? Where you live?”
River just stared at Inara before looking back at the ground.
Mal watched the exchange with wariness. “Well then, you just keep trying to remember and you can let us know what you do once we get back.”
“Where ya goin’?” Kaylee asked, bouncing after him as he walked out of the galley, dragging River along. Inara followed.
“Got some shopping and stuff to do before the wedding. Want you to come with, little Kaylee. Get that stuff for the engine you’ve been whining about.”
“Ooh, new compression coils!” Kaylee jumped up and down happily, jerking River with her.
The crew assembled in the cargo bay. “Inara, I need you to stay with our little lost lamb for awhile, all right?” Mal asked.
Inara nodded, but Mal saw the question in her eyes.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “The blushing bride and her daddy went out looking for a wedding dress.” Mal was amused that even Inara had such a low level of tolerance for the Whitlings.
River tried to catch Jayne’s eye, but he avoided her gaze.
Kaylee finally let go of River’s hand as she followed the crew off the ship, chattering about ship parts and compression coils.
River watched them leave. “He doesn’t love me.”
Inara looked at her, startled. “Who, sweetie?”
River didn’t have time to deal with the companion. “Oh, go to sleep,” she said, waving her hand absently at Inara. Inara’s eyes closed and she slid to the floor.
River sighed. “I wish Simon was here.”
Author: greta_garbo
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Jayne/River
Disclaimers: Joss is boss when it comes to Firefly stuff. I Married a Witch belongs to .... whichever studio owns the rights at the moment.
Summary: AU. The morning after.
Notes: I know, I know. This took forever. I was so sick, and I kept starting it, and then hating what I'd written, and then re-writing, and then realizing it didn't make any sense. But it's here now. And I hope it's good.
River woke slowly, enjoying the experience of her mind rejoining her body. Waking up had always been one of her favorite things, and it had been nearly 300 years since she’d been able to experience it. She savored it.
As she became more cognizant, she began to notice the solid body she was curled up against. Her head was fuzzy, so it took her a few moments to remember exactly what was happening. A small smile started to form as the events from the previous night came clerly into her memory.
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This certainly was taking longer than she had expected. This man was damn stubborn. River had the urge to throw a small tantrum, but she knew that would just put him off more.
She tried desperately to seduce him with flowery words, but it just wasn’t working.
“The reason no man knows; let it suffice; What we behold is censured by our eyes.; Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?” River quoted, smiling her prettiest smile and batting her lashes.
Jayne just stared at her blankly. “Uh….yeah, that’s real nice, but you’re obviously not getting the part where I’m getting married tomorrow.”
River shook her head, and gave into her frustration and stomped her foot, just a bit. “Don’t care about marriage. Care about love. All I want is your love.”
Jayne laughed, “Hell, girl. I don’t even love the woman I’m getting hitched to, what makes you think I’m going to love a crazy little thing like you?”
River did not understand why this was so hard. It wasn’t like she was trying to get herself to love him. All she wanted was for him to love her. It really shouldn’t be this complicated. Several men had fallen for her in her time. She was seriously starting to rethink doing this whole thing bare-handed.
River searched her brain for another pretty poem to quote. “Come live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield.”
Jayne once again stared at her blankly, and then, for lack of anything better to do, turned to his guns, and started taking them apart, one by one.
River wanted to scream. She had always been very good at maintaining her inner cool, but this man was so incredibly frustrated. She crossed her arms over her chest and watched Jayne as he handled his guns. She glanced around his room, taking in the pile of dirty clothes in the corner, the unmade bed, the dirty magazines thrown haphazardly underneath it.
And she realized what she was doing wrong.
Pretty poems and flowery words weren’t going to do it with Jayne. He probably didn’t understand half of what she was saying, anyway.
It wasn’t the way she’d normally go about this sort of thing, but she really was at her wit’s end. So she pulled the t-shirt she was wearing over her head and dropped it to the floor.
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Jayne smiled as he woke, enjoying the warm weight against his body. He always did like waking up next to a woman. He tightened his arms around the body slightly before his eyes shot open in realization and he stared at the ceiling. He knew it wasn’t Isabelle sleeping by his side. Once her pa had forced them into this godforsaken betrothal, he’d made it perfectly clear that he didn’t want the merc and his little girl cohabitating or having intimate knowledge of each other until after the wedding. Jayne frowned at the ceiling. He was marrying a shrew and he didn’t even have the benefit sexin’ her. And it wasn’t like he hadn’t already had that intimate knowledge.
Jayne realized he’d lost his train of thought and his mind returned to the problem at hand. There was a body pressed against his and it sure as hell wasn’t Isabelle, he could tell just by the shape of her. Isabelle was a well endowed woman. The thing next to him didn’t feel like more than a pixie.
He tried to clear his head from the sleep induced fog so he could figure out what was happening. And when he finally did remember, he let out a groan.
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It had been a few minutes since Jayne had heard the girl spouting off some poem or calling him darling or whatever, so he figured she’d probably give up and just slipped out of his bunk quietly. Finally, he could just go to sleep.
All thoughts of sleep left his head when he turned around to find River standing in front of him, completely naked.
After recovering from the initial shock, Jayne just tried to keep his body under control, willing it not to take on it’s natural reactions. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Jayne stuttered out.
River just looked at him with that loopy smile of hers. “Getting naked for you, darling,” she explained.
“Uh…..why?”
“So we can have sex.” She smiled at him like she just solved the mystery of life.
“Well, you best put your…my….clothes back on, ‘cause we ain’t having sex.”
“But you like naked women,” River reasoned.
“Well, yeah…”
“And you don’t like your betrothed.”
“That’s not untrue.”
“So,” River said, “I am naked. I am not your fiancé. Let’s have sex.”
Jayne looked the girl over. She was cute, in her own way. She was smaller than he normally liked, but she really was pretty. The more he looked at her, the more beautiful she seemed to become, all dainty and pale and sweet looking.
“Ah, hell,” he finally gave in. “It’s my last night as a free man. And it ain’t like I got a bachelor party or nothin’.”
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River smiled brightly once she was fully awake. She liked sex, she decided. She’d done it once or twice back before being burned at the stake, but it had never been like that. Men had obviously learned a few things in 3 centuries.
“If all the world and love were young, and truth in every shepherd's tongue, these pretty pleasures might me move, to live with thee and be thy Love,” River said lazily.
Jayne groaned again. She was still spouting that poetry crap. He was going to be in all kinds of trouble if someone caught her down here, or if she went blabbing about what had happened.
Jayne shoved her away from him. “Shut up and get dressed.”
The bright smile didn’t leave River’s face. “Okay, darling.”
Jayne watched her pull his shirt over her head. “Okay, now git.”
“Tell me you love me,” River sighed dreamily.
“What!?”
“Tell me you love me.” She stood there patiently next to his bed, her hands clasped in front of her.
“I ain’t gonna tell you I love you!” Jayne roared at her.
“Why not?” River pouted.
“’Cause I don’t, that’s why!”
Confusion crossed the girl’s face. “But we made love.”
“That ain’t exactly what I’d call it.”
River opened her mouth to say something else, when the hatch to Jayne’s bunk opened and Kaylee started coming down. “Jayne, have you seen that girl you rescued yesterday? She ain’t in the infirmary and the captain’s having a fit.” She stopped at the sight in front of her, Jayne lying in his bed, dressed only in a thin sheet, and River standing by him, wearing Jayne’s t-shirt and a big smile.
“Hello, mechanic!” River said happily.
“Hi,” Kaylee responded, thoroughly confused. “Jayne, what’s going on?”
“It ain’t what it looks like,” Jayne was quick to say.
“We had sex!” River explained.
“Okay, so it’s a little bit what it looks like.”
“Jayne!” Kaylee exclaimed. “It’s your wedding day!”
“Come on, little Kaylee! You know I ain’t happy about this marriage business. And she was all naked and…”
“And Jayne became aroused,” River supplied.
Kaylee gaped at the girl, but Jayne just ignored her. “Kaylee, you gotta do me a really big favor,” Jayne said. “You gotta get this girl outta here as quietly as you possibly can.”
Kaylee looked between Jayne and River uncertainly.
“Kaylee, do you really want Whitling to shoot me?”
“Well…no…” Kaylee responded.
“Good, then just get this nutcase out of my bunk before anyone else wanders down here and finds her.”
“Okay,” Kaylee said and sighed as she grabbed River’s hand and started to drag her toward the hatch of the bunk.
“And, give her some clothes. She oughtn’t to be walkin’ around the ship like that,” Jayne said, a hint of concern creeping into his voice.
“Alright, alright,” Kaylee said as she started to push River up the ladder.
“But I want to stay with Jayne,” River protested.
“Well, Jayne don’t want you here,” Jayne said back to her warily. River pouted at him as Kaylee pushed her up.
River stood outside the bunk unhappily, waiting for Kaylee.
“Why doesn’t he want me to stay around?” River asked once Kaylee was standing by her.
“Guys are just funny like that,” Kaylee said, not really paying attention as she glanced around to make sure nobody had seen them.
“Come on,” she said, grabbing River’s hand. “Let’s get you into some girly clothes so nobody sees you in Jayne’s shirt.”
River sighed dramatically as she followed Kaylee.
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“Found her, cap’n!” Kaylee voice floated into the galley where Mal was pacing and Inara was sitting calmly at the table.
Mal glanced up as Kaylee pulled a frowning River into the galley. “Where was she?” Mal asked suspiciously.
Kaylee smiled nervously. “Oh, just wanderin’ the ship. Found her in engine room, looking around.”
“She didn’t do nothing to the engine, did she?” Mal asked, eyeing the grumpy girl Kaylee held by the hand.
“Oh, no! She weren’t doing nothin’! Just looking,” Kaylee replied. “Oh, and I gave her some of my clothes. So she wasn’t walking around the ship all indecent like.”
Mal nodded at her, still looking at the girl suspiciously. “Good.”
Inara stood and walked over to River. “Are you feeling better, honey?”
“I was,” River mumbled.
“Do you remember anything? Where you live?”
River just stared at Inara before looking back at the ground.
Mal watched the exchange with wariness. “Well then, you just keep trying to remember and you can let us know what you do once we get back.”
“Where ya goin’?” Kaylee asked, bouncing after him as he walked out of the galley, dragging River along. Inara followed.
“Got some shopping and stuff to do before the wedding. Want you to come with, little Kaylee. Get that stuff for the engine you’ve been whining about.”
“Ooh, new compression coils!” Kaylee jumped up and down happily, jerking River with her.
The crew assembled in the cargo bay. “Inara, I need you to stay with our little lost lamb for awhile, all right?” Mal asked.
Inara nodded, but Mal saw the question in her eyes.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “The blushing bride and her daddy went out looking for a wedding dress.” Mal was amused that even Inara had such a low level of tolerance for the Whitlings.
River tried to catch Jayne’s eye, but he avoided her gaze.
Kaylee finally let go of River’s hand as she followed the crew off the ship, chattering about ship parts and compression coils.
River watched them leave. “He doesn’t love me.”
Inara looked at her, startled. “Who, sweetie?”
River didn’t have time to deal with the companion. “Oh, go to sleep,” she said, waving her hand absently at Inara. Inara’s eyes closed and she slid to the floor.
River sighed. “I wish Simon was here.”