Silence | By : daftwoman Category: 1 through F > Firefly Views: 4261 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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It’d been three months since the incidences with the reavers and Mr. Universe and things were beginning to feel normal. Kaylee and Simon were in the engine room cuddled up on the hammock, Inara was in her shuttle doing whatever it was that she did in her shuttle, Mal was in the cockpit with Zoe talking about whether to hire a new pilot or give the job to River, and Jayne was in the cargo hold pretending to lift weights while watching River dance.
He watched her a lot now. He hadn’t noticed before her battle with the reavers what an exceptional creature she truly was. Since Miranda she had become more coherent, still a little crazy, but more understandable. She had also become steadily more depressed. Everyone had noticed that, but no one could seem to cheer her up, including Kaylee and her jacks. Not even her dancing seemed joyous anymore; she seemed to do it because she couldn’t think of anything else to do. It was still graceful and beautiful to watch, her body was flawless beneath the cotton dress she wore. Jayne wanted to get up and remove her big, clunky combat boots because they spoiled the perfect lines of her legs. Watching her gave him all manner of dirty thoughts. What I wouldn’t give to throw her down on this bench…He stopped himself, but she’d never go for a brute like me, she deserves better .And the Capt’n’d kick my ass. ….Too bad, she’s a right sight more durable than most girls. That evening at dinner River ate less than Zoe, which was saying something as the latter had recently lost her husband and had spent all day discussing his replacement for pilot. Simon was worried. “I think she’s getting worse,” he said to Kaylee as they did dishes. “She barely even speaks to anyone anymore. Unless it’s herself…” “I know, bao bei, but there’s been a lota loss and hurt all around. She probably just feels responsible.” She cut him off before he could argue, “No one’s sayin’ she is, she’s not, but if’n it were you?” “I suppose you’re right, I’ll try to talk to her when I examine her later.” In the med bay Simon injected River with some medicine to help her brain function. She squirmed. She hated the med bay. “Mei-mei? You know you can talk to me, right? When you’re ready. Tell me why you’re sad, maybe I can help. We all love you on Serenity. We’re worried.” Simon didn’t want to push. She got up to go to her bunk. “It is sad,” she mumbled as she walked out. She continued mumbling past Jayne’s bunk hatch, “It had lost control, but control has returned. It is frightened of control. It does not like the silent commands, it can’t decide what it wants. The silence hurts it’s ears.” Jayne had his hatch open and heard River’s mumblings. He was elated! A desire to lose control? Here was something he could help with. He got out of his bunk and went to River’s, now just 2 doors from his in the crew quarters. The captain had thought she may feel better if she felt she belonged. He opened the hatch without knocking and jumped down without bothering to use the ladder. River stared. She’d heard him come down the hall, but couldn’t understand why. “What does it want?” she said. She was talking to herself. “Turn around.” said Jayne, in a very authoritative voice. He could see her tremble, trying to make sense of what was going on. “I said, TURN AROUND.” He didn’t yell, he merely hardened his voice. It came out so forcefully that even the most hardened criminal would have responded. River did as she was told. “Put your hands on your bed and bend over.” She did. She was confused. He must have heard her, she thought. He is taking her control. His thoughts are powerful, dark, but benevolent, she is in no danger. Being a little psychic did have some advantages.Jayne noticed her relax and was glad; he didn’t want to scare her into a psychotic episode. He admired her ass. He’d never really looked at her ass before. He’d noticed her legs and her breasts and how graceful she was even standing still, but never her ass. It was a thing of beauty.
How the hell d’I miss that?! No. Keep it clean. Ish. Just helpin’ the crazy girl, nothing smutty. He caressed her ass with his right hand. Then pulled it back and slapped it with an impressive SMACK! She didn’t move. He looked at her face. Her eyes were closed, but there was no sign pain on it, just tranquility. If he hadn’t hit her so hard he’d have thought she was asleep. He hit her again.SMACK!SMACK!SMACK! He was enjoying himself. He fought to not get out of hand, but he was sure she’d be a little bruised in the morning. She didn’t make a sound, though he’d kept it up for a good ten minutes. Finally he stopped. He went back to caressing her ass and her thighs and lower back. “I didn’t hurt ya none, did I?” he worried. “It is tolerable,” she responded. He pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head. “Now get to sleep and don’t tell no one. I wanna see at least one smile on that pretty face come mornin’.” “Yes, Jayne.” She went to sleep that night with a feeling of release. Being spanked like that by Jayne felt like coming up for air. It wasn’t her choice. She had no say in it. There was one aspect in her life she could not control and she took comfort in that. Someone else was telling her what to do now. Someone that cared.While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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