Jayne Cobb

Firefly: Jayne x River. Ever since the events of Miranda there’d been a look in his eye when the blast doors opened. Something like the way he looked at a weapon that wasn't his - speculative, admiring. At some point it turned covetous. Not that it changed how he spoke to her. If anything that had worsened. Harsh words spilling carelessly like scattered grenades. Lip curled, declaring dislike, distrust, distaste. But he couldn't control his eyes - the heat that flared when she stretched to reach an upper shelf; and he couldn't control his thoughts - the speculation that burned when he watched her fight. It unfurled like fever in River’s soul, searing like a brand, stamping her with his mark. And somehow he knew without knowing; somehow he sensed her response. Heat spread, need heightened, tension ratcheted. At times she felt the air between them was vibrating, quivering with unvoiced thoughts and unrealised urges.