rayne drabble

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For sevangel.



River was playing with knives again.

Jayne sighed heavily. "Girl, you gotta put those away now. Captain comes through here and catches you, I'm gonna get spaced, dong ma?"

River smirked slightly. "My Jayne objects to a little bloodplay? He has only to say so. Captain Daddy won't say anything if he knows that this is part of forbidden topics. He doesn't like to know what the crew ladies do in the bedroom."

Jayne gave River a slightly nauseated look. He hated to think of Mal and sexin' in the same sentence.

"River, girl. You put the knives away for now. I don't wanna think about Mal knowin' anything we do in our bunk, you got me? He ain't hearin' about that without thinkin'a'you nekkid, and I ain't happy with no one thinkin' of you without your clothes. NOW SCAT!"

Jayne's roar made River purr throatily. The lights above glinted off the knives she carried in both hands, and off the planes of her lovely face. That was all it took.

With a determined look, Jayne charged her and a minute later they were halfway across the ship and towards the bunk Jayne now shared with River, River having been tossed unceremoniously over his left shoulder.

River smirked. She always knew how to manage her Jayne.

End.