RP: Lunch Characters: Jaime, Mal Time/Date: afternoon, August 30 Location: his room Warnings/Rating: Jaime's mouth. and smut. Summary: Jaime brings Mal lunch and bitches about the lack of selection on the TV Status: Complete
After their grand kitchen argument, discussion, and compromise, Jaime had been significantly more relaxed around Mal. She'd resumed her care-taking duties, fetching him things and keeping him company and the like. She really didn't do much more than cuddle with him just yet, still acclimating to the idea that maybe, just maybe, he really did want her and they might have a shot at something resembling a relationship.
She'd been less than thrilled by the selection of shows on the TV, and when she'd headed to her room to shower, she'd watched the one with Lily's name on it - and really wished she hadn't. She'd surfed through to see if her name - or Mal's name - was there ... but the only thing she found for Mal was a war clip or something. Which was probably good. She thought she would have had a meltdown if she'd seen him fucking someone. Even if it had been a long time ago.
She hadn't found anything for herself, which was also a relief.
Once she'd finished tidying up her room, she realized just how little time she spent in it anymore, and she wondered what Dug got up to. She did leave the door open for him. Mostly because she figured if anyone was going to swipe anything, it probably wouldn't matter - and if their captors wanted in, it wasn't like a closed door was going to stop them.
Heading down to the kitchen, Jaime made a couple of sandwiches for Mal, adding some strawberries to the plate before she snagged a Coke for him. Snatching a couple of small bags of chips, she figured that was a good lunch for him, and she carted it carefully back up the stairs. Letting herself in, she carried the food over toward his bed.
"If I catch you watching any of that smut on the TV? It's so over," she said as she set the food down on the nightstand and popped open the Coke for him.