Heh Heh - Rayne
Firefly possible bit of "The Finish"
Rayne
Personally, I think Jayne would be really bad at dirty-talk. Heh heh.
She opened her eyes and flexed her fingers. She shifted into a fighting stance, her eyes gleaming with something hot - something Jayne recognized, feminine and dark, something he wanted desperately to explore.
But after so much build-up, after so much anticipation... Neither was ready to make that pivotal move. They'd fought, they'd kissed, but they had never taken that official step to take things further. For a long moment they stood, their gazes locked. Jayne let out a long, quivering breath.
"Ready to do this, girl?" He gave her a rakish grin, wiping sweaty hands on his thighs. "I been thinkin' about this for a long time. Thinkin' o' you all laid out... Hair spreadin' like a silk river all 'round ya... Clothes on the ground, all on top o' mine..." He saw a shiver run through her and his grin grew darker.
Boldly, he stepped closer. "I can't wait to get you nekkid, girl. All smooth... Legs that go on an' on an' on, all pale, white as milk an' strong... Bet you could break a man in half with them, wrap around 'im, those thighs... Oh, I been dreamin' o' them for weeks."
"I know," she breathed. "I have been hunted. You have watched and waited, thinking of me, dreaming of me..." She looked at him with dark, half lidded eyes, arousal evident in every line of her face. "I was disgusted; I was appalled. But you have made me very, very curious."
"Well we don't wanna leave you wonderin'." He licked his lips, shifting his weight a little. "You do what I'm gonna do to you?"
She shook her head, one hand resting at her throat.
"Oh." He smirked, lips pulled over pearly teeth shining like fangs. "Gonna throw you down on my bed. Then gonna pull off those little shorts o' yours. Maybe tear off your top. You wearin' a bra?"
She shook her head.
"Good. 'Cause I wanna get right atcha - pull off that shirt, breasts fallin' right into my hands. All firm an' perfect an' soft an' round..." His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides as he imagined it. "You got great tits, baby doll. Perfect. An' I'm gonna touch ya and taste ya an' once my mouth gets on ya you're gonna scream - oh, I'mma make you feel like you're on fire, 'lectricity over every inch o' that tight little body o' yours. Right from your head to your cold li'l feet. An' arms... An' legs an' stomach. Oh... Bet you got the smoothest little tummy ever."
River couldn't speak, too carried away - she could feel his lust, his passion combining with hers; everything he pictured in his head she could see, too. One little hand was stroking her neck while the other gently kneaded her left breast.
Jayne was going crazy and if he hadn't wanted to see how hot he could get her just with words, nothing in the 'verse could have stopped him from going over there and showing her his man-parts just like he'd threatened so long ago to do.
~~~
Heh heh. Yeah... Nearing smut there, hmm? I think I had too much fun - really, I wanted to make what Jayne said raunchier, but it kept getting too eloquent (heh). I wrote this while working on "The Finish", but really that was just supposed to be all angry, but this is just sort of smoldering. I have no idea if I'll work it in there or not. If not, at least I'll have another piece to work on. Heh. Heh heh. *shakes head* It's late; I think I'm tired...
(But at least "The Finish" should be complete pretty soon! I'm already at like 2000 words (including this bit, though) with only one bit more to go.)
Rayne
Personally, I think Jayne would be really bad at dirty-talk. Heh heh.
She opened her eyes and flexed her fingers. She shifted into a fighting stance, her eyes gleaming with something hot - something Jayne recognized, feminine and dark, something he wanted desperately to explore.
But after so much build-up, after so much anticipation... Neither was ready to make that pivotal move. They'd fought, they'd kissed, but they had never taken that official step to take things further. For a long moment they stood, their gazes locked. Jayne let out a long, quivering breath.
"Ready to do this, girl?" He gave her a rakish grin, wiping sweaty hands on his thighs. "I been thinkin' about this for a long time. Thinkin' o' you all laid out... Hair spreadin' like a silk river all 'round ya... Clothes on the ground, all on top o' mine..." He saw a shiver run through her and his grin grew darker.
Boldly, he stepped closer. "I can't wait to get you nekkid, girl. All smooth... Legs that go on an' on an' on, all pale, white as milk an' strong... Bet you could break a man in half with them, wrap around 'im, those thighs... Oh, I been dreamin' o' them for weeks."
"I know," she breathed. "I have been hunted. You have watched and waited, thinking of me, dreaming of me..." She looked at him with dark, half lidded eyes, arousal evident in every line of her face. "I was disgusted; I was appalled. But you have made me very, very curious."
"Well we don't wanna leave you wonderin'." He licked his lips, shifting his weight a little. "You do what I'm gonna do to you?"
She shook her head, one hand resting at her throat.
"Oh." He smirked, lips pulled over pearly teeth shining like fangs. "Gonna throw you down on my bed. Then gonna pull off those little shorts o' yours. Maybe tear off your top. You wearin' a bra?"
She shook her head.
"Good. 'Cause I wanna get right atcha - pull off that shirt, breasts fallin' right into my hands. All firm an' perfect an' soft an' round..." His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides as he imagined it. "You got great tits, baby doll. Perfect. An' I'm gonna touch ya and taste ya an' once my mouth gets on ya you're gonna scream - oh, I'mma make you feel like you're on fire, 'lectricity over every inch o' that tight little body o' yours. Right from your head to your cold li'l feet. An' arms... An' legs an' stomach. Oh... Bet you got the smoothest little tummy ever."
River couldn't speak, too carried away - she could feel his lust, his passion combining with hers; everything he pictured in his head she could see, too. One little hand was stroking her neck while the other gently kneaded her left breast.
Jayne was going crazy and if he hadn't wanted to see how hot he could get her just with words, nothing in the 'verse could have stopped him from going over there and showing her his man-parts just like he'd threatened so long ago to do.
~~~
Heh heh. Yeah... Nearing smut there, hmm? I think I had too much fun - really, I wanted to make what Jayne said raunchier, but it kept getting too eloquent (heh). I wrote this while working on "The Finish", but really that was just supposed to be all angry, but this is just sort of smoldering. I have no idea if I'll work it in there or not. If not, at least I'll have another piece to work on. Heh. Heh heh. *shakes head* It's late; I think I'm tired...
(But at least "The Finish" should be complete pretty soon! I'm already at like 2000 words (including this bit, though) with only one bit more to go.)