It's the thought that counts...
Title: It's the thought that counts.
Characters/Pairings: Rayne, River/Jayne
Challenge: Nothing but smut challenge
First line prompt: "It's you and me, or the bunny gets it!" River shouted, her cries echoing around the ship. "
Donor:
aikiariyen
Rating: NC17 but mildish, might even be a hardish R for smut.
Word count: 1034
Disclaimer: Not mine, potless, please don't sue.
Warnings/notes: I'm not usually first in the queue to do Rayne smut, actually I wasn't quite first in the queue this time. But the first line prompt grabbed me. Sadly I couldn't manage PWP, I could have written a whole heap more plot explaining why River is behaving this way but I'll leave it to your imagination.
Thank you Guinny for the beta!
It's the thought that counts
"It's you and me, or the bunny gets it!" River shouted, her cries echoing around the ship.
“Gorramn it Crazy! Give that here, thing cost me whole heap a’ coin.”
“Don’t care!” River raised the fluffy pink thing above her head, an ear clutched in each hand, ready to rip.
Jayne froze, his hands clenched, his jaw working.
“What I gotta do?”
River smiled a deeply satisfied smile.
“Strip,” she announced, with relish.
Jayne’s eyes narrowed, measuring the distance to the present he’d bought in a rare burst of generosity for Kaylee’s baby. He couldn’t figure why River was mad about it, it was simply loud and clear that she was.
He unhooked the buckle on his belt slowly, deliberately, sliding it out of the belt loops and unhurriedly dropping it to the floor.
River’s eyes flickered downwards, from his eyes to around his now belt-less middle. The pink bunny descended slightly as her arms relaxed.
Jayne was careful not to smile. He popped the first fly button, watching her eyes widen, then a bit more as the rest of his buttons followed until his pants were staying up only by virtue of their snugness about his hips.
He reached up and snagged the back of his t-shirt, pulling it off in one smooth motion, letting it hang a little from his hand before dropping it to the floor.
He paused, just to annoy, just so she didn’t have it all her way.
River’s eyes sparked, the bunny was raised again.
He clenched his jaw, and hooked his thumbs in the waist of his pants.
“No!”
He froze, cocked an eyebrow and waited for her next command, grinding his teeth.
“Down.”
He tensed, seeing her through the red wash of held back temper. He considered telling her to rip the rabbit all to pieces and have her self a grand bunnified funeral, but Kaylee had cooed over the thing in a shop window and Kaylee’d been looking tired and worried. Babies cost coin and clothes and diapers took precedence over fluffy fripperies.
He took a breath and dropped, as ordered, to his knees.
River nodded to the deck at her feet. “Here. Come here.”
He shuffled across, holding her eyes with his own, refusing to feel ridiculous. She kept the rabbit stretched high above her head, looking down at him with flickering eyes.
“Gimmee the rabbit, girl.” Jayne raised an arm. Tall as he was, he couldn’t reach that far.
“Make me.”
Jayne wasn't stupid enough to misinterpret that. When it came to River he’d become remarkably prescient. She didn’t mean him to fight her for it, tickling was out. His hands encircled her ankles, tipping her back was a thought instantly dismissed. Even if he'd save the rabbit she’d make him suffer some other way. He stroked his way smoothly upwards until he had her hips under his palms and let his thumbs drift, stroking back and forth, focussing on the task ahead. At least this way he might have some fun and get the gorramn rabbit back.
Sliding together, his fingers splayed across her belly under her dress, then down inside her underwear, thumbs combing through her curls back and forth, light and easy.
She trembled, her head dropping back.
Jayne hid a mirthless smirk. Trembles were good, trembles this early meant an easy win.
~*~
River hummed quietly in the back of her throat, then whimpered as his hands slid around, embracing her rear, leaving her bereft until she felt his breath through her skirt.
Exquisite, distinct tremors from the soft connection of his lips and tongue through two layers of thin cotton changed the density of bone in her legs, made her muscles gelatinous.
His grunt jumped through her like static, communicating with the increased squeeze of his hands that he was forgetting the why and the who and loosing himself in the what, as he always did, every time, lost in taste and touch and smell.
River let herself sag a little, used the wall, needing it and he followed her without prompting, shuffling forward, still on his knees, mouth hungrier, and tongue faster, keener.
Frustration was two thin layers of fabric, but she couldn’t, no, wouldn’t let go of the rabbit and he couldn’t, no, wouldn’t break the moment. She felt him lean in, using his weight to get closer, to make her feel him more, to make two thin layers of cotton no barrier but part of the pleasure.
~*~
The rasp of cotton and the faint tang of detergent on his tongue and in his nose were soon smothered by the taste and scent of her slippery approval. He felt the involuntary ripples rolling her belly, the trembles in her thighs becoming shakes. The hush of her breath accelerated, became harsher, ending in little, needy “huhs”.
He knew when, when to squeeze hard and use his teeth. It was when the rocking of her hips lost its rhythm, became frantic. When she froze and her noises got shrill. When she shook so hard, he thought she would fly to pieces.
When she filled his mouth until he could do nothing but swallow.
Looking up he realised that despite it all, the damn rabbit was still high above her head. Before he could think to jump up and snag it, she pushed him back with her knee and slithered away, clutching the rabbit to her chest only when she had some distance.
“Girl.” The word was a warning rumble; he was pissed off and frustrated with no outlet for either emotion in his near future. A dangerous combination.
River shrugged. “You didn’t make me.”
There was a clank and a thump from the cargo bay, accompanied by the grumpy wail of a hungry baby. Time for River and Jayne to go back to snarls and indifference until they were alone again. River’s choice, she wouldn’t let him tell.
She backed away, towards her quarters, the bunny disappearing behind her skirts.
“Girl!” Jayne hissed. “When are you gonna give that back?”
River gave him a look, one that had so much in it he couldn’t figure anything.
“When you try harder,” she whispered and was gone.
~*~