Sunday, June 3, 2007

Maya. Post-BDM. Last in the short series set during the night Serenity leaves Lazarus. And there's only one couple left ...


Sometimes he just watches her. After they make love usually it’s him who falls asleep first, his arm wrapped around her, their heartbeats blending as one, but occasionally he keeps the dreams at bay until he feels her breathing ease, her body relax against him. Then he opens his eyes and watches her.

The chin that might be a little too strong for true beauty, the firm jaw line that juts forward when they argue, almost an entity in its own right. The small scar that only he knows about just beneath her right ear where a man tried to slit her throat when she was eighteen. He’s glad the man failed, that the would-be murderer lies beneath six feet of earth.

Her lips, soft, pale pink, that swell under his. Bowed delicately at the top, they are just the right size for his mouth, even when she is railing against something stupid he’s done. He smiles. And good teeth.

She moves a little, settling more securely into the crook of his shoulder. A slight sigh escapes those very lips he has been contemplating, and they turn up at the ends.

He wonders what she is dreaming about, hoping it is about him, and that the smile is for no-one else. He continues.

Her nose is just a nose, neither too long nor too short, with just the slightest hint of an upturned end. Freckles, too, a mere handful of tiny dark specks, apart from one larger just beyond the corner of her eye, adorning a cheek that holds round apples of flesh when she grins.

Her eyes he has to envision, closed as they are, the lashes fluttering as her dream progresses. But it is only the work of a moment to conjure their hazel hues, containing the small flecks of gold that dazzle him. When she laughs he melts from the way she looks at him, but when she cries he wants to be her hero and put the ‘verse to right.

And when she says she loves him, that emotion shouts as clearly from her eyes as a man shouting from a church steeple.

What do those eyes see when she looks at him? Does she see the nose that is too big, the lips that thin in anger, the eyes that can burn like blue fire when he is enraged? Or does she see the honesty that is inside, the good man he tries to be, the hope he carries in his heart?

He would go onto her eyebrows, dark like her short brown hair, but he always stops, needing her to look at him, to gaze at him with such adoration that he can believe again. He yearns for those long eyelashes to flicker open, for the window of her soul to look upon him …

She knows, as she always knows, and her eyes slowly lift, their heat piercing him to the core, pinning him with the love she feels, capturing him once more.

“Sorry,” he whispers, wanting to drown in her eyes and be saved.

“Don’t be.”

How could he have forgotten her voice? Warm, soft, wrapping itself around his heart.

“I just …”

“I know.”

She reaches for him, her hands running over his skin, igniting fires that are never extinguished.

“I love you,” he murmurs, afraid to say it too loudly in case the words vanish into the night.

“I love you too.”

And she is there, next to him, her body against his flesh, and he can let his soul free, protected by her as it rises and soars above them. His being is so full of love that he can barely speak, breathing in to capture her essence, to hold it inside, filling him.

“Sleepy?” he asked, her head dropping to fit his shoulder.


There is a silver hair nestled among the brown, but he’ll never tell her. She’ll be young to him forever, as he knows he will to her, warmed by the youthful flame of their utter commitment.

She has drifted off again, her lips slightly parted, and he places a kiss like a butterfly’s wing. His wife. His ai ren. At his side, his strength, his companion, knowing she’ll be there for ever. And a day.

Sleep fills his mind like a heavy cloth, and he settles back, smiling as he imagines her beautiful eyes …


Sunday, June 3, 2007 7:42 AM


What unbelievably imagery! I absolutely love this ... it makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. I can completely see Mal waxing poetic about the beauty of his mate, whether it be Freya, Inara or some other beauty. He is a romantic at heart!

Sunday, June 3, 2007 9:32 AM


You definitely saved the best for last, didn't ya Jane0904? I say this because this is some utterly, utterly beautiful work you've done here:D

Have to say's rather ironic how you have Mal refer to Freya in his mind at the end of this story: "...his strength, his COMPANION, knowing she'll be there for ever. And a day." While I doubt you did this consciously or intentionally, it's quite telling to see Mal use this descriptor about emphasizes Freya's anchoring and supportive presence compared to Inara's fogging and often-absent one.


Sunday, June 3, 2007 11:28 AM


That was all kinds of lovely! Such beautifully evocative description is a pleasure to read!

Sunday, June 3, 2007 12:10 PM


Yay, my heart just melts at a romantic Mal lying in the arms of the woman he loves (sigh). I also loved how she wakes to open his eyes and show him the love he needs to see shining in her eyes, a reaffirmation of what joins them soul deep. Lovely, Ali D :~)
You can't take the sky from me

Friday, July 25, 2008 9:19 AM


"Sleep fills his mind like a heavy cloth"--great image.


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Now and Then - a Christmas story
“Then do you have a better suggestion? No, let me rephrase that. Do you have a more sensible suggestion that doesn’t involve us getting lost and freezing to death?”

[Maya. Post-BDM. A little standalone festive tale that kind of fits into where I am in the Maya timeline, but works outside too. Enjoy!]

Monied Individual - Epilogue
"I honestly don’t know if my pilot wants to go around with flowers and curlicues carved into his leg.”
[Maya. Post-BDM. The end of the story, and the beginning of the last ...]

Monied Individual - Part XX
Mal took a deep breath, allowing it out slowly through his nostrils, and now his next words were the honest truth. “Ain’t surprised. No matter how good you are, and I’m not complaining, I’ve seen enough battle wounds, had to help out at the odd amputation on occasion. And I don’t have to be a doc myself to tell his leg ain’t quite the colour it should be, even taking into account his usual pasty complexion. What you did … didn’t work, did it?”
[Maya. Post-BDM. Simon has no choice, and Luke comes around.]

Monied Individual - Part XIX
“His name’s Jayne?”

“What’s wrong with that?” the ex-mercenary demanded from the doorway.

“Nothing, nothing! I just … I don’t think I’ve ever met a man … anyone else by that name.”

“Yeah, he’s a mystery to all of us,” Mal said. “Even his wife.”

[Maya. Post-BDM. Hank's not out of the woods yet, and Mal has a conversation. Enjoy!]

Monied Individual - Part XVIII
Jayne had told him a story once, about being on the hunt for someone who owed him something or other. He’d waited for his target for three hours in four inches of slush as the temperature dropped, and had grinned when he’d admitted to Hank that he’d had to break his feet free from the ice when he’d finished.
[Maya. Post-BDM. The Fosters show their true colours, Jayne attempts a rescue, and the others may be too late.]

Snow at Christmas
She’d seen his memories of his Ma, the Christmases when he was a boy on Shadow, even a faint echo of one before his Pa died, all still there, not diminished by his burning, glowing celebrations of now with Freya.

[Maya. Post-BDM. A seasonal one-off - enjoy!]

Monied Individual - Part XVII
Jayne hadn’t waited, but planted a foot by the lock. The door was old, the wood solid, but little could stand against a determined Cobb boot with his full weight behind it. It burst open.

[Maya. Post-BDM. The search for Hank continues. Read, enjoy, review!]

Monied Individual - Part XVI
He slammed the door behind him, making the plates rattle on the sideboard. “It’s okay, girl, I ain't gonna hurt you.” The cook, as tradition dictated, plump and rosy cheeked with her arms covered to the elbows in flour, but with a gypsy voluptuousness, picked up a rolling pin.

[Maya. Post-BDM. Kaylee finds the problem with Serenity, and Jayne starts his quest. Read, enjoy, review!]

Monied Individual - Part XV
“Did we …” “We did.” “Why?” As she raised an eyebrow at him he went on quickly, “I mean, we got a comfy bunk, not that far away. Is there any particular reason we’re in here instead?” “You don’t remember?” He concentrated for a moment, and the activities of a few hours previously burst onto him like a sunbeam. “Oh, right,” he acknowledged happily.

[Maya. Post-BDM. A little with each Serenity couple, but something goes bang. Read, enjoy, review!]

“Did we …” “We did.” “Why?” As she raised an eyebrow at him he went on quickly, “I mean, we got a comfy bunk, not that far away. Is there any particular reason we’re in here instead?” “You don’t remember?” He concentrated for a moment, and the activities of a few hours previously burst onto him like a sunbeam. “Oh, right,” he acknowledged happily.

[Maya. Post-BDM. A little with each Serenity couple, but something goes bang. Read, enjoy, review!]