Crazy in Love (2014 Remix) by Beyonce

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River's POV

…Present…

You got me looking, so crazy my baby

I'm not myself lately I'm foolish, I don't do this

I've been playing myself, baby I don't care

Time stands still as she waits for him to say something, anything in response to her declaration.

"Don't say shit you don't mean moon brain." He finally says with a hint of… was it reluctance?

"But she does…I do. Love you."

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… 6 months ago…

Baby your love's got the best of me

Baby you're making a fool of me

You got me sprung and I don't care who sees

Cause baby you got me, you got me, oh you got me, you got me

She remembers when they first started to manifest. Small at first… like butterflies easing their way out of the knots that had once occupied her stomach.

They no longer avoided each other. Avoidance had been replaced with stolen glances. They still fought, still had to be told to back off. But the verbal lashings were never serious, at least not in their eyes. It was merely to keep up appearances. No, each insult or crude comment only seemed to stoke a fire in them that they were only privy to. Evidenced by the twinkle in their eyes that only they shared.

And each passing day… each passing verbal sparing, coupled with the physical sparing they did in the depths of night, made the butterflies bigger and bigger.

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… 4 months ago…

I look and stare so deep in your eyes

I touch on you more and more every time

When you leave I'm begging you not to go

There was one night, before their last night, that was different than the rest. He was kissing her neck, his hands fisting into her hair and the skin of her thigh. And she suddenly had the urge to say his name… she wanted to scream it from the top of her lungs… wanted anything in the world to be able to make words come out of her mouth.

But she couldn't. Every time she opened her mouth a gasp would escape, and it would be as if the words died on the tip of her tongue.

And it made her heart sting. She was a coward. She could face down a hoard of Reavers, could take on men twice her size in a bar brawl; but she couldn't find the courage to speak to him during their trysts.

When they finish… when he's walking out the shuttle door… she wants to ask him to stay. Wants more than anything to wake up in his arms the next day. But she just watches as he walks through the door.

And she knows. Knows in the pit of her stomach what those butterflies meant.

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… Present…

Such a funny thing for me to try to explain

How I'm feeling and my pride is the one to blame

And I still don't understand

Just how your love could do what no one else can

But then she hears the last thing she ever expected to hear. "I ain't good enough for you to love."

The sincerity and seriousness of his words fill her ears and her heart breaks into a million pieces while simultaneously filling with joy. It was a mistake. A misunderstanding. He didn't think he was good enough for her. Poor misguided Jayne. Couldn't he see how he could do what no one else could? How only he could truly make her feel... make her whole?

So she does the one thing she can think of. She captures his lips in most brutally honest and breathtaking kiss she can. And he returns the kiss as if he had being dying of thirst and she's the river that breathes life back into him.

She feels his hands clutching at her body the same time she hears muffled yells. She's vaguely aware of Simon yelling something about "defiling his sister" and Captain Daddy saying something about his eyes and being spaced.

But she doesn't care. Because when they finally do manage to separate the two, his eyes aren't filled with anger or sadness. No, his face lights up with devious joy…and he looks like a man in love.

And the words that make it through all the others make her the happiest she's ever been. "Love you too moon brain."

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AN: Yeah, so it's cheesy and mushy. But since the first part was more on the angsty side, I wanted something sweeter for the ending.