RP: Target Practice Characters: Jaime, Jayne Time/Date: Afternoon, August 26 Location: far end of the island Warnings/Rating: Jayne's ... mouth. and Jaime's mouth. but not together. Summary: Jaime wants to learn some new tricks, so she goes to the guy with the biggest gun Status: Closed
It was funny what sort of things pushed a person's resolve. She'd taken a few things into consideration before deciding it wouldn't be a bad idea to enlist aid in learning to shoot. Since Mal was currently ... not in the best of shape, she'd gone to Jayne. She'd very nearly wound herself in Jayne's bed in the process, but in the end opted against it. Not without some regrets, but she knew, intellectually, she'd just be doing it to feel wanted. She didn't want their captors to have any further ammunition against her, or any more evidence that they'd shaken her very badly with their stupid post.
Still, it left her with some frustrations, and no outlets.
Except this one.
So she'd persuaded Jayne to come out and help her with her new goal. While she knew it wasn't nearly as good as sex for him (or imagined, anyway), she hoped it would be enough to compensate for the inadvertent teasing. She really had planned on following through, but something or another stopped her. She wouldn't admit what, not even to herself, because it was stupid, and she'd have to get over it eventually.
Jayne had started with positioning and grips, and Jaime thought he was touching her more than necessary, but she also wasn't going to get all girly about that. So he copped a few feels; she'd teased him first.
Once he'd finished running her through what to expect, he pointed at the rough target down field. Jaime tried to ignore the fact it was Susan's target, the one she'd had set up for her own practices. Since they didn't have a lot of options as far as weapons went, Jayne had given her his smallest gun (he was up to three now; no one had come around to collect after the reavers left), but even that was a little too big for her. Still, she'd make do because she had to.
Once Jayne had moved to stand behind her, Jaime leveled the gun at the target and pulled the trigger. The recoil jerked her arm, and the bullet went wild. Jaime imagined it was splashing into the water somewhere beyond the island, and she smirked slightly.
"Aim lower," Jayne suggested gruffly. "'least 'til you get a feel of how bad th' kick's gonna throw off your aim."
"Right," she agreed. She aimed lower, and pulled the trigger ... and clipped the top of the target.