Steamy Rayne Bit, Sort Of
Firefly a maybe bit of piece
Rayne
-Directly from last bit
He nudged her mouth with his, sucking gently on her lower lip. That made her go completely stiff, and she seemed a little shocked that he’d decided to actively participate. Not, of course, that she’d been doing much of that herself. But her little mouth was warm and sort of soft, and if he didn’t think about the whole knife incident it really wasn’t all that bad. Jayne had experienced a few bad kisses in his life, all wet and quick, no warm spark that made his insides quiver - but the crazy girl… Maybe it was because he had a vision of her naked to work with, but she certainly didn’t feel like she was just a pair of plastic lips.
’What?’ he thought, posing the question to her in his head. ’Thought you wanted me to play along with your little act. Don’t people on a romantic outin’ kiss?’
“It is just an act,” she mumbled against his mouth. “There is no need for… that level of realism.”
’What level?’ He kissed her softly, three times right in the center of her plump bottom lip. He couldn’t see her expression - he kept his eyes closed, staring at something so close made his head hurt - but he imagined she’d be angry, eyes shining bright and brown just like they did when she was fighting. That was a nice thought, and he had to admit he might have a moment or two of weakness when he’d used the image of her fighting to get himself off.
“Stop it,” River hissed, pulling her face away from his. “Allowing yourself to become aroused will not help the situation!”
’Ain’t my fault,’ he thought. He knew she was listening. ’Your idea to pose as sweethearts. An’ you were the one all on about makin’ it believable. Seems like this would be mighty believable to me.’
He really wasn’t interested in being believable. He was a little bit more interested in keeping that soft little mouth connected to his, and maybe seeing if he could a better feel of the slender body he had his hands on. It might have been about pride, teaching the genius something new. Or maybe about power: physical control, having the moonbrain helpless to his touches. Or it might have even been about nothing more than ready access to a woman. It didn’t really matter the precise reason; Jayne was not a man to question his motivations.
So, in the interest of furthering his “keep kissing River” scheme, he wrapped his left arm around her and tangled his right hand in her wild hair. She hadn’t been particularly receptive, but if she hadn’t pushed him away, then even if it was only for her little plan, she at least was partially in favor. And if she hadn’t had much experience before, then she had to be a little curious. ’Hell,’ he thought to himself, ’Jus’ hope I don’t ruin it all for her - ain’t gonna be able to find a man t’compete.’
“Arrogance,” she muttered, sounding breathless again. But he knew that time it wasn’t faked.
’As arrogant as they come, girlie.’ She was still there, all pressed against him, so maybe it wouldn’t hurt if he kissed her again. If the man was still there, they were giving him quite a show. Jayne tilted her head up just a little, then put his lips gently to hers. ’Open your mouth,’ he mentally commanded.
Very, very hesitantly she obeyed.
He took advantage of that, her top lip between both of his. ’Don’t have to be still,’ he told her. It was almost handy being able to talk to her in his head - saved him the trouble of talking. ’You gotta tongue in that little head o’ yours. I ain’t gonna mind if you use it.’ To demonstrate, he opened his mouth a little wider and let his own tongue sweep across her lips. And that either pissed her off or pleased her because she tightened her hold on him. And one hand had worked its way under his shirt collar and it nice to have a soft hand right in the dip where his shoulder met his neck.
Needing no further encouragement, River reached out to rub her tongue gently against his.
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Wrote this last night right before bed. Might have to make this into its own thing, because I don't know if it works overall with the rest of the piece. I need to write the middle bit to see how well I can connect.
Rayne
-Directly from last bit
He nudged her mouth with his, sucking gently on her lower lip. That made her go completely stiff, and she seemed a little shocked that he’d decided to actively participate. Not, of course, that she’d been doing much of that herself. But her little mouth was warm and sort of soft, and if he didn’t think about the whole knife incident it really wasn’t all that bad. Jayne had experienced a few bad kisses in his life, all wet and quick, no warm spark that made his insides quiver - but the crazy girl… Maybe it was because he had a vision of her naked to work with, but she certainly didn’t feel like she was just a pair of plastic lips.
’What?’ he thought, posing the question to her in his head. ’Thought you wanted me to play along with your little act. Don’t people on a romantic outin’ kiss?’
“It is just an act,” she mumbled against his mouth. “There is no need for… that level of realism.”
’What level?’ He kissed her softly, three times right in the center of her plump bottom lip. He couldn’t see her expression - he kept his eyes closed, staring at something so close made his head hurt - but he imagined she’d be angry, eyes shining bright and brown just like they did when she was fighting. That was a nice thought, and he had to admit he might have a moment or two of weakness when he’d used the image of her fighting to get himself off.
“Stop it,” River hissed, pulling her face away from his. “Allowing yourself to become aroused will not help the situation!”
’Ain’t my fault,’ he thought. He knew she was listening. ’Your idea to pose as sweethearts. An’ you were the one all on about makin’ it believable. Seems like this would be mighty believable to me.’
He really wasn’t interested in being believable. He was a little bit more interested in keeping that soft little mouth connected to his, and maybe seeing if he could a better feel of the slender body he had his hands on. It might have been about pride, teaching the genius something new. Or maybe about power: physical control, having the moonbrain helpless to his touches. Or it might have even been about nothing more than ready access to a woman. It didn’t really matter the precise reason; Jayne was not a man to question his motivations.
So, in the interest of furthering his “keep kissing River” scheme, he wrapped his left arm around her and tangled his right hand in her wild hair. She hadn’t been particularly receptive, but if she hadn’t pushed him away, then even if it was only for her little plan, she at least was partially in favor. And if she hadn’t had much experience before, then she had to be a little curious. ’Hell,’ he thought to himself, ’Jus’ hope I don’t ruin it all for her - ain’t gonna be able to find a man t’compete.’
“Arrogance,” she muttered, sounding breathless again. But he knew that time it wasn’t faked.
’As arrogant as they come, girlie.’ She was still there, all pressed against him, so maybe it wouldn’t hurt if he kissed her again. If the man was still there, they were giving him quite a show. Jayne tilted her head up just a little, then put his lips gently to hers. ’Open your mouth,’ he mentally commanded.
Very, very hesitantly she obeyed.
He took advantage of that, her top lip between both of his. ’Don’t have to be still,’ he told her. It was almost handy being able to talk to her in his head - saved him the trouble of talking. ’You gotta tongue in that little head o’ yours. I ain’t gonna mind if you use it.’ To demonstrate, he opened his mouth a little wider and let his own tongue sweep across her lips. And that either pissed her off or pleased her because she tightened her hold on him. And one hand had worked its way under his shirt collar and it nice to have a soft hand right in the dip where his shoulder met his neck.
Needing no further encouragement, River reached out to rub her tongue gently against his.
***
Wrote this last night right before bed. Might have to make this into its own thing, because I don't know if it works overall with the rest of the piece. I need to write the middle bit to see how well I can connect.