The Way of Jayne, Part 10
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
A young Jayne Cobb leaves his lady love sated, asleep in bed as he goes to find his employer dead at Niska's hands. This one's got references to torture and death and a little sexing, though not as much as you'll see in the next part. Don't read this if you can't deal with the badness and blood, okay?
CATEGORY: FICTION TIMES READ: 3416 RATING: 10.0 (PG13) SERIES: FIREFLY
I took a page out of SpacefullofObjects' book by typing this here chapter right in the text box on Blue Sun. It's un-edited and un-spell checked. Will fine-tune it once I get back to my own computer. Leave me feedback, will ya? Thanks for reading.
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As Adelai Niska's craft burned hot leaving the atmo of Jayne Cobb's home planet, the young man planet-side tucked his ladylove into her high counterpaned bed. He collected her simple sighs of contentment like flowers for his mind's collection as he gently touched her kiss-swollen lips with his own, tucking a lock of flame colored hair back behind her ear.
He tiptoed out of the bedroom, side-stepping the calico cat that swiped playfully at his bare ankle as he bent to pick up his boots that'd been discarded there when he and Maeve stripped bare arse naked, hurrying to the bed.
He had a lot on his mind, did Jayne Cobb. His concerns included coin, murderin' gunhands on their way to endin' his current employer and/or his current job. Other matters of high interest were his family and what was owing to them, how best to see to their upkeep. And, most important to the young man, was a woman. Ahhh, and SUCH a woman.
His body was replete, satisfied for the first time since he hit puberty a few years gone, the cause for the fullness of feeling lay in the bed back there. Jayne was in love, full-on, stupidly, completely in love with Maeve Burlee, town herbwoman, reader, calm and patient instructress in the arts of love to a rawboned ignorant cattle rustler barely out of the schoolroom.
Though he was many years her junior and she coulda done worlds' better, Maeve had given him so much, had him wrapped up tight in her more ways than he'd ever really thought would work that way. And gorram grateful he was for it, too. He figured the lessons he'd learned in her lap, at her mouth, on her, in her, around her, would be tools in his belt for as long as he breathed, long as his hydraulics worked.
Said equipment twitched in happy memory of the woods l
Loved this descriptive bit here, great lines.
Maeve's Reader abilities and her connection with the young Jayne have certainly grown recently.
*Inga's family crest*
Eerie and very cool description of the symbol with many meanings in many different cultures.
I loved this chapter, even in it's rough draft form. I don't think I could do that, being as anal-retentive as I am about spellings and such. I loved everything here, it seemed like more of a transition chapter to me. Can't wait to see more of this excellent story luv.
You my dear never cease to amaze!
I read a chapter and think that that the next could not possibly be better, But somehow it always is!!!!!!
I am actually at a loss as to what to say about not only this latest chapter or this whole story for that matter.
I will be back with some real praise later, I just need to come up with something good to say.
WofJ part 10. I am so very thankful you didn't make us wait for this very long. I'm glad Wood is gone, and even though it was difficult for you to write, you did a solid follow up, thankee.
Now the fic.....
His body was replete, satisfied for the first time since he hit puberty a few years gone, the cause for the fullness of feeling lay in the bed back there. Jayne was in love, full-on, stupidly, completely in love with Maeve Burlee, town herbwoman, reader, calm and patient instructress in the arts of love to a rawboned ignorant cattle rustler barely out of the schoolroom. (I agree with riverismygoddess on this, this was Gorram great discriptive writing, but you also did a wonderful job of showing us the heart of our boy in "stupid" love.
"WOOD!," he bellowed out, voice cracking, fear racing along every nerve ending. Maeve sat straight up in her bed at his call, her heart beating a frantic tattoo. (the TATTOO! Washie....you wrap this thing in and around itself..wonderful!)
He tucked Wood into the grave the man had dug for his elderly female victim, folding the moldly rodent-chewed blanket over the unrecognizable face when it flapped open. The shovel resting against the barn wall made the burying easy and Jayne was done in a trice. He patted the heap down, smoothed it over and tossed a bale or two of hay on it, and all around, then looked to the nasty torture device that had ended Harbinger for good. (Horror...yes, burying a skinned body, someone he knew, then actually dealing with the device that hung him? Washie, you write our Jayne so well.)
He flint-lit a short fuse on a tiny bit of gunpowder at the back of the small herd, carefully placing it so as to not hurt them, merely to scare them forward out of the cave.
AND.....
"Sssssss-POP" was enough to send them barreling out, bumping into one another as they fled the horrible danger behind them. (perfect! I love this)
Jayne whooped in glee and ran half the horse in half circles (half a horse....Washie!!!! he was sitting on the bay's neck...or right on the arse..maybe his body is hanging off to the side...This was awesome! What a wonderful picture!)
He piled off the horse straight into Timmie's outstretched arms, flung his hat off his head into the air and bellowed out in the general direction of the house, "Hi Ma! I'm HOME!" (I love how much Jayne loves his ill-named sister, this relationship is going to go further right?)
Well, I'm ready for chapter 11...what about Maeve and her new student? Timmie, the fam, what about Mr. Cobb, and his alcoholism, does he get better? or worse..I dunno, but I want to read, yes..read.
Re-lights pipe and waits patiently.
You've got a way with description that paints such a clear picture in my mind of everything that is happening and I can only one day hope that I will be able to write so well.
Looking forward to the next chapter. Don't keep us waiting too long, ok?
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