Indelicate, by Mosca (NC17)

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Fandom: FIREFLY
Pairing: Jayne/River
Author on LJ: mosca
Author’s Website: homoneurotica
Why this must be read:

I had an odd reaction to this story--while I can see where this might be a valid interpretation of River, it didn’t *feel* like any River I could believe in. Why, then, am I rec’ing this story? Because, despite my ambivalence towards River in this story, it was, overall, powerful and well-written. The Jayne portrayed in this fic does ring true to my own personal interpretation of the Firefly characters.

This is a thought-provoking, and original, take on these two characters and their relationship.

"You have something I want," she said. "Nobody else would give it to me but you. You give it away so easily, you won't even remember."

"Ain't got nothing you could want," Jayne said. "You go on back to your room now."

She threw back the blankets. He'd stripped down to his undershorts before he'd turned in, and he felt more naked than that. Before he could find a way to cover himself back up, she knelt straddling him, ran a hand down from the middle of his chest to the waistband of his shorts. She stretched the elastic upward, looked inside, and grinned like someone'd handed her the biggest ice cream cone in the 'verse. "Don't be modest," she said. "You know what you have."

"That ain't for you," he said.

"But this is for you," River said. She let go of his shorts so they snapped hard against his belly. The sting didn't bother him half so much as how, when she took off her nightgown, she didn't have nothing else on underneath.

Indelicate