Firefly Fic: Two Step
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alianoraTitle: Two Step
Author: alianora
Rating: R
Summery: Never bet your pride against your better sense. Or, how Jayne learned to tango.
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literarylemming. *smoochies*
“The man is over thinking!” River’s voice rang out through the cargo bay.
“Am not!” Jayne argued. “This takes thinking! It’s hard!”
“Is not!” River spun in place. “Feeling, moving, flowing with the River, not against!”
“Why I gotta learn this, anyway?” Jayne complained.
“Cause you lost. Man should not bet against a psychic,” River told him smugly.
“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled. “Don’t remind me.”
“Was your idea.”
“I said, don’t remind me.”
The night had started pretty normal, for nights stuck out in the black with nobody to bother but each other. Simon and Kaylee hadn’t come up for air in a day and a half, and Mal was off sulking somewhere after Inara threw him out of her shuttle. Zoë and Wash were busy desecrating the cockpit.
Which left a mercenary with attention deficit disorder, and a crazy girl with entirely too much imagination to keep themselves occupied.
Jayne cleaned all his guns. And then all his knives. And then the guns that didn’t actually belong to him.
And River…hovered. Watching him.
Made him twitchy.
So, he opened his big mouth, and told her she should leave him the hell alone, and go find some game to play.
River was very good at games.
The one she decided to play involved jumping out at Jayne from all over the place. The cabinets, the table, the ceiling. His bed. The shower.
He very nearly dropped his towel and gave her a bit more of an eyeful than he meant to that time.
Jayne finally ordered a halt to that game after he screamed like a girl when she dropped off the catwalk onto his back.
So, she told him he had to come up with a new game, or she would go back to her old ones.
And seeing as her old games involved bedeviling Jayne in as many ways as possible, he willingly took on the challenge.
He taught her how to play Egyptian Rat Fuck.
It ain’t a hard game, but you gotta be quick. He won the first couple of hands, and got a little bit for his britches. He bet her he was gonna win the next five hands within two minutes. Or else.
When she tacked on the Or Else, he looked a little suspicious, but he was on a roll.
He lost the last game with seconds to spare, and now here they were.
In the cargo bay.
Dancing.
Or, trying to dance, rather. River was bound and determined to teach him how to tango. The way she looked at him while they went through the steps he was finding all sorts of distracting, which might explain why he kept doing it wrong.
“Gorramit, girl!” He growled. “Stop watching me like that.”
“Like what?” She blinked big innocent eyes at him.
“Like,” he staggered as she shifted her weight. “Well, hell, at least stop leading!”
“He doesn’t know the steps,” she scolded him. “Cannot lead without steps.”
“I do know how to dance, you know.” Jayne scowled down at the girl in his arms. “We had dances growing up, and my momma taught me how to waltz when I was little.”
River froze in the middle of Jayne’s mutter of “T-A-N-G-O,” nearly knocking him over.
“What the hell, girl?”
She smiled up at him.
“What?” Jayne tried to back up a step, but she weren’t letting go.
“He waltzes?”
Jayne blinked. “Yeah, I guess so. I mean, it’s been a while. And I’d probably step on you some.”
“Easy fix.” With that, River shook out her arms, and stepped up onto his boots.
He gawked at her.
She laid her head on his chest and said, “Waltz with her.”
“There ain’t no music,” he protested softly into her hair.
He felt her smile into his shoulder. “Yes, there is.”
END
Author: alianora
Rating: R
Summery: Never bet your pride against your better sense. Or, how Jayne learned to tango.
For
literarylemming. *smoochies*“The man is over thinking!” River’s voice rang out through the cargo bay.
“Am not!” Jayne argued. “This takes thinking! It’s hard!”
“Is not!” River spun in place. “Feeling, moving, flowing with the River, not against!”
“Why I gotta learn this, anyway?” Jayne complained.
“Cause you lost. Man should not bet against a psychic,” River told him smugly.
“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled. “Don’t remind me.”
“Was your idea.”
“I said, don’t remind me.”
The night had started pretty normal, for nights stuck out in the black with nobody to bother but each other. Simon and Kaylee hadn’t come up for air in a day and a half, and Mal was off sulking somewhere after Inara threw him out of her shuttle. Zoë and Wash were busy desecrating the cockpit.
Which left a mercenary with attention deficit disorder, and a crazy girl with entirely too much imagination to keep themselves occupied.
Jayne cleaned all his guns. And then all his knives. And then the guns that didn’t actually belong to him.
And River…hovered. Watching him.
Made him twitchy.
So, he opened his big mouth, and told her she should leave him the hell alone, and go find some game to play.
River was very good at games.
The one she decided to play involved jumping out at Jayne from all over the place. The cabinets, the table, the ceiling. His bed. The shower.
He very nearly dropped his towel and gave her a bit more of an eyeful than he meant to that time.
Jayne finally ordered a halt to that game after he screamed like a girl when she dropped off the catwalk onto his back.
So, she told him he had to come up with a new game, or she would go back to her old ones.
And seeing as her old games involved bedeviling Jayne in as many ways as possible, he willingly took on the challenge.
He taught her how to play Egyptian Rat Fuck.
It ain’t a hard game, but you gotta be quick. He won the first couple of hands, and got a little bit for his britches. He bet her he was gonna win the next five hands within two minutes. Or else.
When she tacked on the Or Else, he looked a little suspicious, but he was on a roll.
He lost the last game with seconds to spare, and now here they were.
In the cargo bay.
Dancing.
Or, trying to dance, rather. River was bound and determined to teach him how to tango. The way she looked at him while they went through the steps he was finding all sorts of distracting, which might explain why he kept doing it wrong.
“Gorramit, girl!” He growled. “Stop watching me like that.”
“Like what?” She blinked big innocent eyes at him.
“Like,” he staggered as she shifted her weight. “Well, hell, at least stop leading!”
“He doesn’t know the steps,” she scolded him. “Cannot lead without steps.”
“I do know how to dance, you know.” Jayne scowled down at the girl in his arms. “We had dances growing up, and my momma taught me how to waltz when I was little.”
River froze in the middle of Jayne’s mutter of “T-A-N-G-O,” nearly knocking him over.
“What the hell, girl?”
She smiled up at him.
“What?” Jayne tried to back up a step, but she weren’t letting go.
“He waltzes?”
Jayne blinked. “Yeah, I guess so. I mean, it’s been a while. And I’d probably step on you some.”
“Easy fix.” With that, River shook out her arms, and stepped up onto his boots.
He gawked at her.
She laid her head on his chest and said, “Waltz with her.”
“There ain’t no music,” he protested softly into her hair.
He felt her smile into his shoulder. “Yes, there is.”
END
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Date: 2005-11-15 04:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-15 04:27 am (UTC)now i want lemming fic...*cough*
thanks for reading!
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Date: 2005-11-15 04:05 am (UTC)that was the sweetest thing ever!
he...he's ... he's waltzing!
guh (there are no words)
Helena
also, worm icon? coolest thing ever!
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Date: 2005-11-15 04:29 am (UTC)er..im ok now.
thanks for reading! and i wish i could take credit for the worm icon, but sadly, i did not make it.
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Date: 2005-11-15 04:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-15 04:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-15 04:22 am (UTC)I feel so warm and fuzzy now...
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Date: 2005-11-15 04:31 am (UTC)thanks for reading!
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Date: 2005-11-15 04:25 am (UTC)...and, just because I've been listening to Leonard Cohen a lot these last couple of days, this fic immediately made me hunt for his song Dance Me to the End of Love, which I am now listening to. I post the words for your enjoyment, because everyone should know Leonard.
"Dance Me To The End Of Love"
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
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Date: 2005-11-15 04:32 am (UTC)and thank you for reading!
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Date: 2005-11-15 04:48 am (UTC)"If It Be Your Will"
If it be your will
That I speak no more
And my voice be still
As it was before
I will speak no more
I shall abide until
I am spoken for
If it be your will
If it be your will
That a voice be true
From this broken hill
I will sing to you
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing
If it be your will
If there is a choice
Let the rivers fill
Let the hills rejoice
Let your mercy spill
On all these burning hearts in hell
If it be your will
To make us well
And draw us near
And bind us tight
All your children here
In their rags of light
In our rags of light
All dressed to kill
And end this night
If it be your will
If it be your will.
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Date: 2005-11-15 06:37 am (UTC)thank you though!
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Date: 2005-11-15 12:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-15 02:58 pm (UTC)it probably IS a love story, but based on the lyrics, it seems to be a God loves you! story, which i get enough of, working with two hard core Christians every day. *eye twitch*
thank you so much for sending this to me!
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Date: 2005-11-15 04:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-15 06:38 am (UTC)thanks for reading!
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Date: 2005-11-15 04:40 am (UTC)*cuddles with fic*
Also? Your header? Is insanely hot!
*fans self*
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Date: 2005-11-15 06:38 am (UTC)and YES. it so it. i can stare at it for hours.
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Date: 2005-11-15 04:47 am (UTC)Dancing. *Squeees*
I love it. River and Jayne are both so crazy, they make each other sane.
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Date: 2005-11-15 04:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-15 06:41 am (UTC)and yes, they are both nutty, arent they? *beams at them*
*snuggles you*
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Date: 2005-11-15 04:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-15 06:42 am (UTC)i need to go read your bendy river fic..*wanders off*
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Date: 2005-11-15 05:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-15 06:46 am (UTC)and of COURSE River is going to harass him as much as possible.
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Date: 2005-11-15 05:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-15 06:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-15 06:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-15 06:47 am (UTC)and im mesmerized and snickering by your icon. Silly Astin!
thanks for reading!
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Date: 2005-11-15 07:59 am (UTC)Wonderful, playful job.
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Date: 2005-11-15 01:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-15 05:35 pm (UTC)Love the dancing. So cute.
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Date: 2005-11-15 11:56 pm (UTC)no subject
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