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Title: Tension
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twilightsrain/edenbound (ficjournal)
Summary: If not this time, then next.
Rating: PG
Characters: Simon, Mal, Jayne
Pairing: Jayne/Simon
Warning: None
Spoilers/Timeline: None specified, post Serenity?
Disclaimer: Joss is boss. :)
"You were watching."
Jayne figures that should be a question, him always bein' good at hidin' an' all, but he gets the feelin' it ain't, somehow, probably from the rather serious look on Simon's face. He also figures the doc don't need to know that he's right, but that it ain't goin' to hurt if he does. "Yeah. What of it?"
"You might have put me off. That could be dangerous, if something is a real problem."
Jayne walks into the infirmary and looks around at the mess, and at Mal snorin' away on the bed there, sedated into a near coma. There's an awful lot of blood and some of it is on Simon; all over those white doctory gloves and that white apron, and some of it is on Mal still, and on the table where Simon was workin' so hard with that gorramn expression on his face that makes Jayne's gut clench tight.
"Sorry."
Simon raises an eyebrow, starting to strip the gloves off with a little wet sound that makes Jayne wince just a little. "You're apologising?"
"Figure I am. Wouldn't want to lose the captain or nothin'."
The doc starts cleanin' up, making the infirmary all neat and shiny like always. He cleans Mal up a little more, too, careful dabbin' movements and then an almost tender touch as he draws a blanket up over him. Jayne figures he should be leavin', but he don't. Maybe just because it's somethin' he should be doin' and therefore won't just to be stubborn. Always liked doin' that.
"You always watch. You watched when it was Kaylee, back when I was first on this ship."
"You could tell?"
Simon's smile is a tiny little ironic curve that makes Jayne's stomach clench in just the gorramn same way as his focused doctorin' expression. "Of course."
It's not healthy, obsessin' over a doctor like this. Next thing he does'll be gettin' shot or somethin' on purpose for the doctor boy to patch him up or somethin' equally ridiculous. Those hands on him, strong 'n' sure, an' shit, there he goes already.
"Mal will be fine."
"S'good to know," Jayne says, awkwardly, shuffling his feet a little as Simon disposes of the bloodied apron and gloves, starts scrubbing at his hands with that harsh doctory soap. He can smell it from here, disinfectin', very Simon. "Even if I do kinda want to steal this ship."
It ain't funny, but Simon smiles a little, drying his hands quickly and then turning to go, stopping just short of Jayne and not looking up, not meeting his eyes. He clears his throat, then, and looks up at Jayne in a kinda uncertain way -- and there goes his stomach again, clenching tight around the brief sensation of butterflies. "You're blocking the door."
He ain't ever felt like this over any man or woman. But of course, he's playin' by different rules now. Simon may be pretty but he ain't a whore, he's all clean and nice smellin' and untouchable. Figures that he'd get all hung up over a pretty core bred doctor after all the sluts with their badly done make up and their flutterin' eyes.
Simon's eyes flutter, but only as he blinks, and Jayne swallows hard.
"Jayne," Simon repeats himself, patiently, "you're in the way."
"Don't it get you all worked up?"
He looks up, then, pretty doctor boy, and meets Jayne's eyes. Swallows visibly, smoothly, so Jayne can see the movement and the tiny flicker of his quickening pulse. Wets his lips.
And Jayne goes an' kisses him. It's not his first kiss -- 'course not -- but it's his first kiss since he decided that maybe it should have meanin' and that he shouldn't just go kissin' every pretty thing in the 'verse. It's been something he's kept back, and he just went and gave it away to a pretty core bred doctor.
"I thought," Simon's voice is slow, drawn out, like the kiss, when he pulls away, moistening his lips again and taking a deep breath, "that you don't kiss people on the mouth."
"I don't kiss whores on the mouth. You callin' yourself a whore?"
He looks away from Simon then, not giving him a chance to say yes or no or get indignant. Looks around the infirmary -- at Mal's eyelashes flutterin', and the cleanness of it all now Simon's all packed up. He puts his hand on the doc's hip, then, feels the vague warmth of his body through his clothes.
"Don't it get you all worked up?"
"What? Operating on people?"
The surprise and amusement on Simon's face almost stops Jayne finishing his thought, but that'd be stupid. Jayne don't stop for anybody, not even for pretty core bred doctors who cause butterflies and such things. "The tension," he says, softly, stroking Simon's hip just a little, pushing his thumb up under fabric to brush over warm skin as Simon takes a breath, stiffening under his touch, "the slow 'n' carefulness of it. Gets me worked up, watchin' you."
"It does?"
His breath is quicker now, his face closer than it has any right to be, too, and Jayne nods, kissin' him again. Gorramn it, but he could get used to doin' that. "Why do you think I watch you? Gorramn nerve wrackin', watchin' you like that, with that look on your face..."
"It is... kind of tense."
There's a word for it Jayne never thought he'd apply to doctor stuff, but it tastes just right on the tongue and mostly referrin' to that expression Simon has when he's doing it. "Erotic, doc."
Simon holds still for a heartbeat. Two, three, and Jayne starts to smile just this tiny bit, and then Simon wipes the smile away with a gentle touch that brushes Jayne's hand from his hip. "I should... I need to go and talk to River."
Jayne's arms wrap around him like they fit, fetchin' him up against Jayne's chest and holdin' him there, just perfect for Jayne's mouth against his ear. "My bunk. In fifteen minutes. Can work off some of that tension."
Simon pulls away, takes a deep breath, and then pushes past him without an answer.
Jayne grins a little. If not this time, then next. Everythin' in its own time.
Author:
twilightsrain/edenbound (ficjournal)Summary: If not this time, then next.
Rating: PG
Characters: Simon, Mal, Jayne
Pairing: Jayne/Simon
Warning: None
Spoilers/Timeline: None specified, post Serenity?
Disclaimer: Joss is boss. :)
"You were watching."
Jayne figures that should be a question, him always bein' good at hidin' an' all, but he gets the feelin' it ain't, somehow, probably from the rather serious look on Simon's face. He also figures the doc don't need to know that he's right, but that it ain't goin' to hurt if he does. "Yeah. What of it?"
"You might have put me off. That could be dangerous, if something is a real problem."
Jayne walks into the infirmary and looks around at the mess, and at Mal snorin' away on the bed there, sedated into a near coma. There's an awful lot of blood and some of it is on Simon; all over those white doctory gloves and that white apron, and some of it is on Mal still, and on the table where Simon was workin' so hard with that gorramn expression on his face that makes Jayne's gut clench tight.
"Sorry."
Simon raises an eyebrow, starting to strip the gloves off with a little wet sound that makes Jayne wince just a little. "You're apologising?"
"Figure I am. Wouldn't want to lose the captain or nothin'."
The doc starts cleanin' up, making the infirmary all neat and shiny like always. He cleans Mal up a little more, too, careful dabbin' movements and then an almost tender touch as he draws a blanket up over him. Jayne figures he should be leavin', but he don't. Maybe just because it's somethin' he should be doin' and therefore won't just to be stubborn. Always liked doin' that.
"You always watch. You watched when it was Kaylee, back when I was first on this ship."
"You could tell?"
Simon's smile is a tiny little ironic curve that makes Jayne's stomach clench in just the gorramn same way as his focused doctorin' expression. "Of course."
It's not healthy, obsessin' over a doctor like this. Next thing he does'll be gettin' shot or somethin' on purpose for the doctor boy to patch him up or somethin' equally ridiculous. Those hands on him, strong 'n' sure, an' shit, there he goes already.
"Mal will be fine."
"S'good to know," Jayne says, awkwardly, shuffling his feet a little as Simon disposes of the bloodied apron and gloves, starts scrubbing at his hands with that harsh doctory soap. He can smell it from here, disinfectin', very Simon. "Even if I do kinda want to steal this ship."
It ain't funny, but Simon smiles a little, drying his hands quickly and then turning to go, stopping just short of Jayne and not looking up, not meeting his eyes. He clears his throat, then, and looks up at Jayne in a kinda uncertain way -- and there goes his stomach again, clenching tight around the brief sensation of butterflies. "You're blocking the door."
He ain't ever felt like this over any man or woman. But of course, he's playin' by different rules now. Simon may be pretty but he ain't a whore, he's all clean and nice smellin' and untouchable. Figures that he'd get all hung up over a pretty core bred doctor after all the sluts with their badly done make up and their flutterin' eyes.
Simon's eyes flutter, but only as he blinks, and Jayne swallows hard.
"Jayne," Simon repeats himself, patiently, "you're in the way."
"Don't it get you all worked up?"
He looks up, then, pretty doctor boy, and meets Jayne's eyes. Swallows visibly, smoothly, so Jayne can see the movement and the tiny flicker of his quickening pulse. Wets his lips.
And Jayne goes an' kisses him. It's not his first kiss -- 'course not -- but it's his first kiss since he decided that maybe it should have meanin' and that he shouldn't just go kissin' every pretty thing in the 'verse. It's been something he's kept back, and he just went and gave it away to a pretty core bred doctor.
"I thought," Simon's voice is slow, drawn out, like the kiss, when he pulls away, moistening his lips again and taking a deep breath, "that you don't kiss people on the mouth."
"I don't kiss whores on the mouth. You callin' yourself a whore?"
He looks away from Simon then, not giving him a chance to say yes or no or get indignant. Looks around the infirmary -- at Mal's eyelashes flutterin', and the cleanness of it all now Simon's all packed up. He puts his hand on the doc's hip, then, feels the vague warmth of his body through his clothes.
"Don't it get you all worked up?"
"What? Operating on people?"
The surprise and amusement on Simon's face almost stops Jayne finishing his thought, but that'd be stupid. Jayne don't stop for anybody, not even for pretty core bred doctors who cause butterflies and such things. "The tension," he says, softly, stroking Simon's hip just a little, pushing his thumb up under fabric to brush over warm skin as Simon takes a breath, stiffening under his touch, "the slow 'n' carefulness of it. Gets me worked up, watchin' you."
"It does?"
His breath is quicker now, his face closer than it has any right to be, too, and Jayne nods, kissin' him again. Gorramn it, but he could get used to doin' that. "Why do you think I watch you? Gorramn nerve wrackin', watchin' you like that, with that look on your face..."
"It is... kind of tense."
There's a word for it Jayne never thought he'd apply to doctor stuff, but it tastes just right on the tongue and mostly referrin' to that expression Simon has when he's doing it. "Erotic, doc."
Simon holds still for a heartbeat. Two, three, and Jayne starts to smile just this tiny bit, and then Simon wipes the smile away with a gentle touch that brushes Jayne's hand from his hip. "I should... I need to go and talk to River."
Jayne's arms wrap around him like they fit, fetchin' him up against Jayne's chest and holdin' him there, just perfect for Jayne's mouth against his ear. "My bunk. In fifteen minutes. Can work off some of that tension."
Simon pulls away, takes a deep breath, and then pushes past him without an answer.
Jayne grins a little. If not this time, then next. Everythin' in its own time.
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Date: 2006-08-08 12:37 am (UTC)I like this hint at how sure Simon can be.
whoa
Date: 2006-08-08 02:01 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-10-29 01:39 am (UTC)Also....hot. For the fact that it was just a few kiss's....it was really hot.
You should right more of this pairing. lol or maybe you have, im new to the fandom ;)