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bookaddict43Title: Wily?
Author: Bookaddict
Characters: Jayne/Mal
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Firefly and Serenity are the property of Joss Whedon
Word Count: 200
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firefly100. Prompt: redux, prompt: shot. For ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
evilmaniclaugh and cmk418. Hope it’s ok :D
Jayne couldn’t figure out why Mal kept staring at him.
He’d been so gorramn respectable lately it was unsettling.
He hadn’t shot anybody Mal hadn’t wanted shot, hadn’t said one wrong thing at the dinner table or even upset the Doc lately – much. He’d only leered at ‘Nara a couple of times, didn’t get pinched for fighting last time they were planetside and hadn’t fought with crazy for a whole day.
“So what’d I do?” he growled at the Captain who stared harder and growled back.
“Stop it.”
“Stop what?” Jayne was bewildered.
“Using wiles.”
“I ain’t using wiles,” Jayne said defensively. “Am I?”
“You are,” Mal leaned forward and pointed accusingly. “Stop it.”
“Why would I be using…?” Jayne’s voice trailed off and he looked – really looked, into the Captain’s eyes.
The man might be staring, growling and accusing, but something else was there. Something that appeared to be…lust?
Jayne was plenty familiar with lust. His gaze fell lower and he leered at the imminent bulge in Mal’s pants. Yep. That was lust for sure.
“Maybe I do got some wiles,” he reached for and, rubbed the bulge teasingly.
“Yeah maybe,” Mal groaned, and grasped at a bulge himself.
Author: Bookaddict
Characters: Jayne/Mal
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Firefly and Serenity are the property of Joss Whedon
Word Count: 200
Comments: Originally written for
firefly100. Prompt: redux, prompt: shot. For evilmaniclaugh and cmk418. Hope it’s ok :DJayne couldn’t figure out why Mal kept staring at him.
He’d been so gorramn respectable lately it was unsettling.
He hadn’t shot anybody Mal hadn’t wanted shot, hadn’t said one wrong thing at the dinner table or even upset the Doc lately – much. He’d only leered at ‘Nara a couple of times, didn’t get pinched for fighting last time they were planetside and hadn’t fought with crazy for a whole day.
“So what’d I do?” he growled at the Captain who stared harder and growled back.
“Stop it.”
“Stop what?” Jayne was bewildered.
“Using wiles.”
“I ain’t using wiles,” Jayne said defensively. “Am I?”
“You are,” Mal leaned forward and pointed accusingly. “Stop it.”
“Why would I be using…?” Jayne’s voice trailed off and he looked – really looked, into the Captain’s eyes.
The man might be staring, growling and accusing, but something else was there. Something that appeared to be…lust?
Jayne was plenty familiar with lust. His gaze fell lower and he leered at the imminent bulge in Mal’s pants. Yep. That was lust for sure.
“Maybe I do got some wiles,” he reached for and, rubbed the bulge teasingly.
“Yeah maybe,” Mal groaned, and grasped at a bulge himself.
