Sixth installment. A little ficlet, the interem between the last part and the next part (hello, Captian Obvious).
Disclaimer: They're pretty, but these dolls are broken.
Rating: G, there's nothing here. Just a few musings.
Comments: I don't know, something about this fic is compelling me to write it.
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Previous chapters: 1. , 2. , 3. , 4. and 5. . *** Part Six: SLEEPLESS. *** She woke smelling him. His pillow was pushed right up into her cheek and every breath she took was drenched in Jayne. It was strange how many times she’d been down in his bunk, been in his bed, and never noticed such a small, obvious detail. The quiet hum of the engine on automatic told her they were still powered down. It had to be early. “Don’t.” His voice grunted into her ear before she’d even had a chance to move. “You ain’t goin’ nowhere.” Her fingers curled into a fist under the pillow and then relaxed. “’Kay.” She’d woken under him. His hand was on her back, fingers splayed across the whole of it, and his shoulder sat heavy over hers. His hip nudged against her thigh and his whole body was warm, so warm she could feel the radiation pouring off him. He was hot all over, but it wasn’t the searing heat she’d come to expect. Jayne had come to her, she couldn’t stop telling herself that, he’d come to her first. He’d kissed her, he was the one who’d slid his fingers in under her clothes and whispered dar