Post deluge

I'm one aching, tired Jane this morning; we were up 'til midnight sorting through the books and carrying the damaged ones upstairs. The worst have been frozen, the others are on the library floor. A lot were from the 'junk' section which I'm not too bothered about, but, oh, my Encyclopedia of SF got hit and some really rare non CS Brent Dyers (Carnation of the Upper Fourth ::mourns::) Thankfully it's a sunny, fresh day with a nice breeze. If they stay readable it's all I ask. Roget's Thesaurus is as wet as if I'd dropped it in the bath; others have an inch of wet on the leading edge, no more.

I'm about to start the cleanup but as I won't have time to reply to all the comments until later I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who was there with suggestions to save the books, offers to look for replacement, and hugs. That combination of practical and caring just sums up LJ to me.

:;much love::

( picture of poor books )

Firefly Drabble 'Habit Forming' Jayne/Simon

After a hard day doing clean up and dealing with the insurance people I flopped on the couch to watch Serenity with the commentary on.

And had to get up and write a Simon/Jayne drabble just because. No spoilers.

Back to flopping. And did I mention our hardwood floor has to be ripped up? No? And the book claim is almost $2,000 which I'm not sure will fly but, hey, they can check on Amazon and Bookfinder themselves if they don't believe me... and they've offered to freeze dry the ones already in my freezer if I want. For $350, mind you...


Habit Forming


"I ain't a girl."

He gives Jayne a baffled smile. As he's got his hand wrapped around the part of Jayne that proves that beyond a shadow of a doubt, it seems an odd comment to make.

And Jayne doesn't usually talk much when they do… this. Just looks at Simon, hot-cold eyes and a beckoning sneer, and as soon after as they can manage it, they're somewhere private doing… quiet things.

"You're touching me like I'm your sister."

He's being tender? To Jayne? Caring?

"Don't."

Simon's hand moves just so.

And Jayne's mouth whispers what Simon's thinking.

"That's better."