This is for my roommate. She has developed a bit of a crush on our friend Adam Baldwin. ("Saw that comin'.") Written to her prompt "I like guns… big ones."

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Jayne lay on his bunk and stared at the darkened ceiling. He was restless, which was not normal. Usually he went right to sleep once he lay down. But tonight was different and he couldn’t figure out quite why. Finally he sat up and yanked the cloth that separated him from his guns. Oh yes. He grinned. The ladies all shined back at him from the glare of the running lights. His gaze fell as it always did to his biggest and most beautiful gun. Vera. She seemed to shine under his inspection and he reached his hand out and lifted her gently into his lap. She was a great deal heavier than his other weapons and his biceps flexed a bit. Jayne

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Stopping. Can't do it. This is gonna take a bad turn. I don't wanta describe the dual meaning of her prompt…

Oh, hey guys guess what: my latest Jayne story is at a standstill. Blasted little muse. The Bugger left me high-and-dry as usual after the first bit. I have so many ideas for that too!