"Awareness." Chapter 3.
Story: Awareness
Chapter: Take No Notice (3/3)
Character(s)/Pairing: Rayne
Written For: Valentine's Day Fic Exchange, for alsunwunderland
Prompt: "It's a great day to be alive"
Rating: R
Word Count: 1989
Disclaimer: Not mine.
-Author's Notes: HA! Finished. What then?! Hee. I'm very excited. Man, I am cruel to poor, poor Simon. But it's only out of love. Well! This is the end of the fic. Hopefully everyone enjoyed it! Hee. Yeah, totally skimped on the prompt. But it sort of ties into the very end. Anyway, this is pretty unedited. I really need to go back and look it over. And I don't think it's smutty enough - should I have gone a little further, been a little more descriptive? I don't know. Enjoy, everyone! And happy Valentine's Day. ^^
♥ Rayne Valentine's Challenge ♥
for alsunwunderland!
Awareness
Take No Notice
River sat on her bed, absently drawing a rough sketch of a cross-section of Serenity. Someone knocked loudly on the hatch. She put down her pencil and sighed. “What?” she called.
“Lemme in,” Jayne said quickly, banging once more.
River smiled to herself and jumped up to pull down the ladder. “Hello,” she said brightly, watching as he climbed hurriedly into her bunk. “What are you - “
“Hush up for a sec.” He closed the hatch and locked it, then turned around to stare at her. With a decisive nod he met her eyes and said, “Y’know what day it is?”
River blinked a few times. “Does the date hold some significance?”
He looked at her as though she was stupid. “Thought all girl’s knew ‘bout this.” He grunted and gave a little nod. “Valentine’s Day.”
“All right.” Though inwardly thrilled with his presence there, River couldn’t help but wonder about Jayne’s motives for coming into her bunk. “Then I wish you a happy Valentine’s Day.”
“Girl…” Jayne chuckled, his face breaking into a handsome grin. “It’s the holiday for lovin’.”
“I am aware of this, man-called-Jayne.” Something was getting tight in her throat. “But… ?”
He smirked at her, his eyes sparkling, and River’s heart started quick palpitations. “Thought y’might like a little… present.”
“A present?” She pushed her hair behind her ear and gazed up at him nervously. “Thank you. The girl has always been fond of presents.”
He licked his lips. River followed the movement of his tongue with quick, eager eyes. “I been thinkin’ long and hard ‘bout what you said. ‘Bout how you been wantin’ me to notice you.”
She took the few steps backward and sat down on the edge of her bed. “Contemplation is always useful.”
“Yeah, sure. Well I been… contemplatin’ real hard, an’ I think I got a real good plan formulated. Y’see, I still think you’re crazy. An’ you bein’ so young makes me a little uncomf’table.”
River frowned. “Not so young,” she informed him quickly, before he could continue. “Turned twenty three months ago.”
Jayne shook his head, grinning. “That might be true, moonbrain, but, uh… I ain’t twenty. Ain’t even thirty anymore.”
“I am aware of this,” River said stubbornly, her chin high. “But I do not care. And I am not crazy.” At his incredulous look she relented and said, “Not very crazy.”
“Right. Well…” He scratched his cheek thoughtfully. “See, I ain’t a good man. You got some feelin’ for me, an’ you’re pretty gorram sexy n’matter how young’n’crazy you are. So…” he shrugged. “’M not really above takin’ advantage o’ that. Don’t mean I feel real good about it, but… If it means I get some sexin’ I don’t really care ‘bout much else.”
River beamed up at him. “You think I am sexy!”
Jayne sighed. “Girl, that wasn’t the part o’ that you was s’posed to pay attention to. ‘M tryin’ to give you a chance to change your mind.”
She gave him a blank look. “Change my mind in regards to what? You have not yet made an offer.”
“Well yeah,” he said, “but you know what I’m gonna say.”
“Yes.” River smiled wickedly. “You wish to do very nasty things to me. To give the girl the best rutting night of her whole entire life. To formally introduce your very worthy man-parts to all my girl-parts. What about such an offer could the girl - could any girl - say no to?”
Jayne took a sure step forward. His grin set her whole body humming. "Yeah? What're ya sayin'? That y'think I'm sexy? That maybe y'think these man-parts o' mine might be real, real worth seein'?"
"Yes," River breathed. "That is precisely what I am saying."
"Oh. Well in that case..." He walked forward until he was right in front of her. With a dark, expectant look, he sank down onto his knees, his big hands stroking her thighs through her skirt. River swallowed, staring into his eyes. "Don't think this is gonna change my 'pinion of you," he warned her. "This is just 'bout bodies; ain't got nothin' to do with anything else."
River nodded quickly, willing to agree to almost any terms to capture her prey. "That is acceptable."
"Good." He didn't look away as his hands went higher. Hesitantly, River let her hands rest casually on his broad shoulders. She shifted marginally closer. "You ain't nervous, are you?"
"No. Not nervous." His hands had lifted the hem of her skirt from just beneath her knees and were moving surely against her bare, soft skin. "This is... what I want."
He leaned in closer, his nose by her ear. "If'n you can't tell," he said slowly, "I want it to."
She knew what was coming next and she braced herself for the first touch of his mouth to her neck. He laughed against her skin, his breath moist and warm. She shivered. He leaned even closer, lips a finger's width away from her. She couldn't stand it; his whole being pulsed warmth and something inside her was climbing higher and higher. Finally he kissed her just beneath her ear and she moaned lowly at the exquisite feeling.
"Oh, ya like that, huh?" He kissed her again, and then again, his mouth moving in a slow line towards her shoulder. His hands were back up to her thighs and his thumbs were moving in thrillingly slow circles on their soft inner skin. "Think you're gonna like this even more."
His teeth scraped tantalizingly against her neck, his tongue lapping at her skin in short, frequent strokes.
River's head was in complete fog, her thoughts disconnected. Her hands clamped on his shoulders like little vices, nails digging into the skin. Jayne growled in hot pleasure, one hand snaking behind her and pulling her closer. His touch was electrifying and her head spun with the force of all the feeling. She knew that soon things would move far, far forward and the very idea sent shivers down her spine.
Until Simon yelled down, "River? River, are you there?"
She tensed immediately, her eyes snapping open.
"Shh," Jayne whispered soothingly. He ran a hand up and down her arm. "Jus' tell him you're busy," he whispered, "an' he'll go away." He did not stop his assault on her neck.
"I am here, Simon," she called back. "But I am already occupied."
"Oh, well..." She heard him try to open the hatch. "I just wanted to check on you. Kaylee and I are going out when we land and we were wondering if you'd like to come."
Jayne tightened his grip on her back. "Tell 'im you'll still be busy."
"Your offer is kind, Simon, but I do not anticipate the completion of my... current activity."
His concern grew slightly. "Are you all right, River?"
Jayne lowered her down onto the bed, lifting the hem of her shirt and peppering her stomach with soft kisses. The hair on his face was scratchy and rough and the contrast to tender softness of his mouth felt positively delicious. She held back a moan. "I am fine, Simon, I assure you. Just..." She gasped as Jayne palmed her breasts in firm, heavy hands. "F-fine."
"Your breathing is heavy, mei mei. Are you certain that you're all right?"
"I appreciate the concern, ge ge, but... Ahh!" Jayne had pulled her shirt over her head; he took a nipple between his teeth and River couldn't help but cry out at the pulses of white-hot feeling that shot through her body. "Y-yes." Jayne moved back to her stomach, tracing her navel before leaning back to pay attention to a leg. "I am certain I am... fine. All right. Fine."
Jayne chuckled against her knee. "Better be careful," he said quietly, his smile evident in his voice. "Your brother might start gettin' the wrong idea." He ran one hand up to her hip, shamelessly trying to get a reaction. "An' we surely don't want that."
River growled. "Hun dan."
"Wha-what? River, what did you call me?"
"Nothing, Simon!" she said, trying not to groan. Jayne pushed her skirt up around her waist. She panted expectantly as he grinned wickedly at her from between her legs. He hooked two fingers in the waistband of her underwear and then tugged them down to her ankles. River kicked them off, her chest heaving as she tried hard to keep calm.
"I'm only concerned, River. I'm your brother and your doctor - it's my job. What are you doing that's so strenuous? You sound out of breath."
In one agonizingly slow stroke, Jayne ran his tongue all the way from her knee to the soft indention where thigh turned to hip: wet, wet, wet, a streak of soft, slick satin up the length of her left thigh.
Her breath rattled in her throat. "Tell him you're stretchin' or somethin' 'bout all that dance go se."
"I am st-stretching."
Simon's disbelief was sharp, piercing through the clouds of heated lust all around her. "Stretching?"
Jayne sucked on her hip, guiding one hand between her legs to rub her clit.
"Yes, ge ge," she said, after a moment of silence to compose herself, "stretching." She had one hand in Jayne's hair, her other on a breast. She let out a loud, strangled moan as Jayne's mouth replaced his hand; the man could do things with his tongue that made her whole body throb with rich, heady feeling. Her legs pulled him closer and she grabbed his hair, holding her to him as he quickly learned just what to do to driver her wild.
Simon was starting to get very uncomfortable. "R-river..." His voice held a distint note of pleading. "I think... If you're sure you're all right, then m-maybe I better go." He cleared his throat awkwardly. River didn't respond, and after a stretch of silence, he said "I'm only concerned, mei mei, and I..." He sighed. "River, please tell me that you're really only stretching. B-because I know what it sounds like, and - "
"Yes. Yes!" She let out a sob of pleasure, her body tightening as something inside her broke apart. "I am only..." She took a few quick, shallow breaths. Jayne grinned, rubbing gentle circles on the legs that had somehow wound up on his shoulders. Tentatively, she smiled back at him. "Stretching."
"...okay." It would have been prudent of him just to leave, but Simon had a bad habit of sticking to something even when he shouldn't. "I - "
"Simon, please go away."
"I will, River, but - "
Jayne sighed. "Doc, your precious li'l mei mei told ya to go the hell away. Now you gonna go or am I gonna have to drag your pi gu away from us?"
"Jayne?" Simon squawked in pure, unadulterated shock. "River, tell me right rutting now why the hell Jayne is in your bunk."
He continued with his tirade, threatening the merc with the usual medical un-pleasantries.
"He don't ever shut up, does he?"
River shook her head, watching with muted pleasure as Jayne undressed. He yanked her skirt off and climbed up over her body. With a warm sigh - still ignoring Simon - River kissed the corner of Jayne's mouth. It may have only been about bodies, no emotions - on his part - involved. But she knew, just as she knew that Simon wouldn't be able to look her in the eye for a week, as she knew the language the dinosaurs in the cockpit spoke, that eventually: not the next time, or the time after that - but eventually. Jayne would come to care for her, too.
Simon had started lecturing her on responsibility and the horrors of sexually transmitted diseases. Happily, she continued to ignore him. There were other, more naked things to concentrate on.
"Jayne?"
He looked up from his campaign across her body. "What?"
She wrapped her legs around him, bringing his large body closer. The solid, visceral weight of him felt perfect settled against her. Gently brushing a hand through his hair, she smiled. Things were far, far from over. "This has been a very good Valentine's Day."
He laughed, his face breaking into a mirthful, happy grin. "The best, bao bei." He gently bit the tip of her nose, his hands sliding around her, bringing the part of her that ached for him right up to those man-parts she'd wondered so much about. He smiled, stroking her cheek with the pad of his thumb. His eyes fastened on her mouth. In a moment of shining, star-spun silence, he pushed slowly inside her. "The very best."
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Chapter: Take No Notice (3/3)
Character(s)/Pairing: Rayne
Written For: Valentine's Day Fic Exchange, for alsunwunderland
Prompt: "It's a great day to be alive"
Rating: R
Word Count: 1989
Disclaimer: Not mine.
-Author's Notes: HA! Finished. What then?! Hee. I'm very excited. Man, I am cruel to poor, poor Simon. But it's only out of love. Well! This is the end of the fic. Hopefully everyone enjoyed it! Hee. Yeah, totally skimped on the prompt. But it sort of ties into the very end. Anyway, this is pretty unedited. I really need to go back and look it over. And I don't think it's smutty enough - should I have gone a little further, been a little more descriptive? I don't know. Enjoy, everyone! And happy Valentine's Day. ^^
♥ Rayne Valentine's Challenge ♥
for alsunwunderland!
Awareness
Take No Notice
River sat on her bed, absently drawing a rough sketch of a cross-section of Serenity. Someone knocked loudly on the hatch. She put down her pencil and sighed. “What?” she called.
“Lemme in,” Jayne said quickly, banging once more.
River smiled to herself and jumped up to pull down the ladder. “Hello,” she said brightly, watching as he climbed hurriedly into her bunk. “What are you - “
“Hush up for a sec.” He closed the hatch and locked it, then turned around to stare at her. With a decisive nod he met her eyes and said, “Y’know what day it is?”
River blinked a few times. “Does the date hold some significance?”
He looked at her as though she was stupid. “Thought all girl’s knew ‘bout this.” He grunted and gave a little nod. “Valentine’s Day.”
“All right.” Though inwardly thrilled with his presence there, River couldn’t help but wonder about Jayne’s motives for coming into her bunk. “Then I wish you a happy Valentine’s Day.”
“Girl…” Jayne chuckled, his face breaking into a handsome grin. “It’s the holiday for lovin’.”
“I am aware of this, man-called-Jayne.” Something was getting tight in her throat. “But… ?”
He smirked at her, his eyes sparkling, and River’s heart started quick palpitations. “Thought y’might like a little… present.”
“A present?” She pushed her hair behind her ear and gazed up at him nervously. “Thank you. The girl has always been fond of presents.”
He licked his lips. River followed the movement of his tongue with quick, eager eyes. “I been thinkin’ long and hard ‘bout what you said. ‘Bout how you been wantin’ me to notice you.”
She took the few steps backward and sat down on the edge of her bed. “Contemplation is always useful.”
“Yeah, sure. Well I been… contemplatin’ real hard, an’ I think I got a real good plan formulated. Y’see, I still think you’re crazy. An’ you bein’ so young makes me a little uncomf’table.”
River frowned. “Not so young,” she informed him quickly, before he could continue. “Turned twenty three months ago.”
Jayne shook his head, grinning. “That might be true, moonbrain, but, uh… I ain’t twenty. Ain’t even thirty anymore.”
“I am aware of this,” River said stubbornly, her chin high. “But I do not care. And I am not crazy.” At his incredulous look she relented and said, “Not very crazy.”
“Right. Well…” He scratched his cheek thoughtfully. “See, I ain’t a good man. You got some feelin’ for me, an’ you’re pretty gorram sexy n’matter how young’n’crazy you are. So…” he shrugged. “’M not really above takin’ advantage o’ that. Don’t mean I feel real good about it, but… If it means I get some sexin’ I don’t really care ‘bout much else.”
River beamed up at him. “You think I am sexy!”
Jayne sighed. “Girl, that wasn’t the part o’ that you was s’posed to pay attention to. ‘M tryin’ to give you a chance to change your mind.”
She gave him a blank look. “Change my mind in regards to what? You have not yet made an offer.”
“Well yeah,” he said, “but you know what I’m gonna say.”
“Yes.” River smiled wickedly. “You wish to do very nasty things to me. To give the girl the best rutting night of her whole entire life. To formally introduce your very worthy man-parts to all my girl-parts. What about such an offer could the girl - could any girl - say no to?”
Jayne took a sure step forward. His grin set her whole body humming. "Yeah? What're ya sayin'? That y'think I'm sexy? That maybe y'think these man-parts o' mine might be real, real worth seein'?"
"Yes," River breathed. "That is precisely what I am saying."
"Oh. Well in that case..." He walked forward until he was right in front of her. With a dark, expectant look, he sank down onto his knees, his big hands stroking her thighs through her skirt. River swallowed, staring into his eyes. "Don't think this is gonna change my 'pinion of you," he warned her. "This is just 'bout bodies; ain't got nothin' to do with anything else."
River nodded quickly, willing to agree to almost any terms to capture her prey. "That is acceptable."
"Good." He didn't look away as his hands went higher. Hesitantly, River let her hands rest casually on his broad shoulders. She shifted marginally closer. "You ain't nervous, are you?"
"No. Not nervous." His hands had lifted the hem of her skirt from just beneath her knees and were moving surely against her bare, soft skin. "This is... what I want."
He leaned in closer, his nose by her ear. "If'n you can't tell," he said slowly, "I want it to."
She knew what was coming next and she braced herself for the first touch of his mouth to her neck. He laughed against her skin, his breath moist and warm. She shivered. He leaned even closer, lips a finger's width away from her. She couldn't stand it; his whole being pulsed warmth and something inside her was climbing higher and higher. Finally he kissed her just beneath her ear and she moaned lowly at the exquisite feeling.
"Oh, ya like that, huh?" He kissed her again, and then again, his mouth moving in a slow line towards her shoulder. His hands were back up to her thighs and his thumbs were moving in thrillingly slow circles on their soft inner skin. "Think you're gonna like this even more."
His teeth scraped tantalizingly against her neck, his tongue lapping at her skin in short, frequent strokes.
River's head was in complete fog, her thoughts disconnected. Her hands clamped on his shoulders like little vices, nails digging into the skin. Jayne growled in hot pleasure, one hand snaking behind her and pulling her closer. His touch was electrifying and her head spun with the force of all the feeling. She knew that soon things would move far, far forward and the very idea sent shivers down her spine.
Until Simon yelled down, "River? River, are you there?"
She tensed immediately, her eyes snapping open.
"Shh," Jayne whispered soothingly. He ran a hand up and down her arm. "Jus' tell him you're busy," he whispered, "an' he'll go away." He did not stop his assault on her neck.
"I am here, Simon," she called back. "But I am already occupied."
"Oh, well..." She heard him try to open the hatch. "I just wanted to check on you. Kaylee and I are going out when we land and we were wondering if you'd like to come."
Jayne tightened his grip on her back. "Tell 'im you'll still be busy."
"Your offer is kind, Simon, but I do not anticipate the completion of my... current activity."
His concern grew slightly. "Are you all right, River?"
Jayne lowered her down onto the bed, lifting the hem of her shirt and peppering her stomach with soft kisses. The hair on his face was scratchy and rough and the contrast to tender softness of his mouth felt positively delicious. She held back a moan. "I am fine, Simon, I assure you. Just..." She gasped as Jayne palmed her breasts in firm, heavy hands. "F-fine."
"Your breathing is heavy, mei mei. Are you certain that you're all right?"
"I appreciate the concern, ge ge, but... Ahh!" Jayne had pulled her shirt over her head; he took a nipple between his teeth and River couldn't help but cry out at the pulses of white-hot feeling that shot through her body. "Y-yes." Jayne moved back to her stomach, tracing her navel before leaning back to pay attention to a leg. "I am certain I am... fine. All right. Fine."
Jayne chuckled against her knee. "Better be careful," he said quietly, his smile evident in his voice. "Your brother might start gettin' the wrong idea." He ran one hand up to her hip, shamelessly trying to get a reaction. "An' we surely don't want that."
River growled. "Hun dan."
"Wha-what? River, what did you call me?"
"Nothing, Simon!" she said, trying not to groan. Jayne pushed her skirt up around her waist. She panted expectantly as he grinned wickedly at her from between her legs. He hooked two fingers in the waistband of her underwear and then tugged them down to her ankles. River kicked them off, her chest heaving as she tried hard to keep calm.
"I'm only concerned, River. I'm your brother and your doctor - it's my job. What are you doing that's so strenuous? You sound out of breath."
In one agonizingly slow stroke, Jayne ran his tongue all the way from her knee to the soft indention where thigh turned to hip: wet, wet, wet, a streak of soft, slick satin up the length of her left thigh.
Her breath rattled in her throat. "Tell him you're stretchin' or somethin' 'bout all that dance go se."
"I am st-stretching."
Simon's disbelief was sharp, piercing through the clouds of heated lust all around her. "Stretching?"
Jayne sucked on her hip, guiding one hand between her legs to rub her clit.
"Yes, ge ge," she said, after a moment of silence to compose herself, "stretching." She had one hand in Jayne's hair, her other on a breast. She let out a loud, strangled moan as Jayne's mouth replaced his hand; the man could do things with his tongue that made her whole body throb with rich, heady feeling. Her legs pulled him closer and she grabbed his hair, holding her to him as he quickly learned just what to do to driver her wild.
Simon was starting to get very uncomfortable. "R-river..." His voice held a distint note of pleading. "I think... If you're sure you're all right, then m-maybe I better go." He cleared his throat awkwardly. River didn't respond, and after a stretch of silence, he said "I'm only concerned, mei mei, and I..." He sighed. "River, please tell me that you're really only stretching. B-because I know what it sounds like, and - "
"Yes. Yes!" She let out a sob of pleasure, her body tightening as something inside her broke apart. "I am only..." She took a few quick, shallow breaths. Jayne grinned, rubbing gentle circles on the legs that had somehow wound up on his shoulders. Tentatively, she smiled back at him. "Stretching."
"...okay." It would have been prudent of him just to leave, but Simon had a bad habit of sticking to something even when he shouldn't. "I - "
"Simon, please go away."
"I will, River, but - "
Jayne sighed. "Doc, your precious li'l mei mei told ya to go the hell away. Now you gonna go or am I gonna have to drag your pi gu away from us?"
"Jayne?" Simon squawked in pure, unadulterated shock. "River, tell me right rutting now why the hell Jayne is in your bunk."
He continued with his tirade, threatening the merc with the usual medical un-pleasantries.
"He don't ever shut up, does he?"
River shook her head, watching with muted pleasure as Jayne undressed. He yanked her skirt off and climbed up over her body. With a warm sigh - still ignoring Simon - River kissed the corner of Jayne's mouth. It may have only been about bodies, no emotions - on his part - involved. But she knew, just as she knew that Simon wouldn't be able to look her in the eye for a week, as she knew the language the dinosaurs in the cockpit spoke, that eventually: not the next time, or the time after that - but eventually. Jayne would come to care for her, too.
Simon had started lecturing her on responsibility and the horrors of sexually transmitted diseases. Happily, she continued to ignore him. There were other, more naked things to concentrate on.
"Jayne?"
He looked up from his campaign across her body. "What?"
She wrapped her legs around him, bringing his large body closer. The solid, visceral weight of him felt perfect settled against her. Gently brushing a hand through his hair, she smiled. Things were far, far from over. "This has been a very good Valentine's Day."
He laughed, his face breaking into a mirthful, happy grin. "The best, bao bei." He gently bit the tip of her nose, his hands sliding around her, bringing the part of her that ached for him right up to those man-parts she'd wondered so much about. He smiled, stroking her cheek with the pad of his thumb. His eyes fastened on her mouth. In a moment of shining, star-spun silence, he pushed slowly inside her. "The very best."
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