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Unbalanced by ana (PG)
Fandom: FIREFLY
Pairing: Jayne, Inara
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ana_grrl
Author Website: Ana's Fiction
Why this must be read: Set after the BDM, this is a lovely character/friendship piece focusing on Jayne and Inara.
He sits down at the weight bench, and gets to his lifting. Sometimes he glances to the side, and she's still at it. Standing still, aiming that fancy bow, and shooting at the target.
And missing, too often.
He's counted 30 reps when he hears her mutter under her breath. Maybe swearing, though he can't quite tell. It makes him smirk. He'd be cursing too if he had her kind of aim.
"You ain't too good with that thing." He thought she was, but it looks like he got it wrong.
Maybe that ain't the right thing to say, because she turns on him, the bow still in her hand. And hell, she could just march over and shoot him with it. Not that she'd get too close before he took her down. But still.
He sits up anyway, and grins at the scowl on her face. "Well, you ain't."
Unbalanced
Pairing: Jayne, Inara
Author on LJ:
ana_grrlAuthor Website: Ana's Fiction
Why this must be read: Set after the BDM, this is a lovely character/friendship piece focusing on Jayne and Inara.
He sits down at the weight bench, and gets to his lifting. Sometimes he glances to the side, and she's still at it. Standing still, aiming that fancy bow, and shooting at the target.
And missing, too often.
He's counted 30 reps when he hears her mutter under her breath. Maybe swearing, though he can't quite tell. It makes him smirk. He'd be cursing too if he had her kind of aim.
"You ain't too good with that thing." He thought she was, but it looks like he got it wrong.
Maybe that ain't the right thing to say, because she turns on him, the bow still in her hand. And hell, she could just march over and shoot him with it. Not that she'd get too close before he took her down. But still.
He sits up anyway, and grins at the scowl on her face. "Well, you ain't."
Unbalanced