River/Jayne
Title: Like That
Author: finding_jay
Pairing: River/Jayne
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sexual fantasies and underage.
Summary: River's mind wanders at night, and she hears all sorts of delights.
Disclaimer: I don't own Firefly.
Notes: Written for oxoniensis' Porn Battle.
Oh, River knows Jayne. Yes, she knows Jayne well, better than he would expect. She knows men, too, yes, she’s known men ever since the Academy. Not that they touched her like that, like that, like that, though. No, but they thought about it and Jayne thinks about it, too. Pervy mind thoughts about Simon’s sister, Simon’s little sister, Simon’s little sister with the crazy mind and the crazy thoughts and the crazy words. Yes, yes, little sister, little girl, not even eighteen but that’s okay.
Oh, yes, little girl with the mind that hears everything. Open ears, open eyes, open heart, but she knows, she knows well, because she hears and she sees and she feels. Jayne likes her toes, which are connected to her feet, which are connected to her ankles which are connected to her long, long legs that disappear up her skirt until a gust of wind comes and she shows off more than should be seen. And her toes, which are connected to her feet and her ankles and her legs, curl into the sand below like they would into sheets.
And she hears him later, when the black comes to the ground, in her mind, in her head. Yes, Jayne, Jayne who is a boy but has a girl’s name. Jayne who has manparts, who grips manparts. Yes, all because of little River, little sister, mei-mei on the ship. With her toes and feet and ankles and legs and panties riding up and showing one asscheek and hips and waist and her skirt blowing up and showing it all off while they stood just short of the cornfields. Who turned and looked and smiled and knew. And Jayne, who would be slaughtered by Simon, yes, Simon, River’s brother Simon, if he knew Jayne held such thoughts.
And River giggles and smiles as her head fills with Jayne’s thoughts. Of pulling those rutting panties down and bending over the bed, or throwing her on the table or pressing her against the ship or shoving her on her hands and knees on the ground, and Jayne thinks of that one again and again. And shoving her legs apart and thrusting into her, his manparts, mancock, pushing it inside, and rutting against her. And have her fingers and toes grip the sand and scrape and bleed, and her knees cut raw. He’d shove her dress up and over her head and he’d cup her breasts. Gentle and tender, and River hums in surprise at that. Jayne knows how to be with women, and he knows there ain’t no point in being rough there or else they’ll never come back.
And he’d fuck her until she was screaming and coming, and oh, River likes how he’d make her come. Ain’t no point in not giving a woman anything either, especially one like River, little River, small River, River who’d go crazy and make sure he never manparted anything ever again if he didn’t give her some sugar, either. She laughs and presses her hand between her thighs, against her cunt, her legs spread and one foot sliding up the wall.
Oh, River knows Jayne. The wind blows the next day, just outside of the cornfields. Her dress blows up again, and her toes that Jayne likes are connected to her feet, which are connected to her ankles, which are connected to her legs that run high, high up keep going up and Jayne turns and looks to see she’s not wearing any panties.
Author: finding_jay
Pairing: River/Jayne
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sexual fantasies and underage.
Summary: River's mind wanders at night, and she hears all sorts of delights.
Disclaimer: I don't own Firefly.
Notes: Written for oxoniensis' Porn Battle.
Oh, River knows Jayne. Yes, she knows Jayne well, better than he would expect. She knows men, too, yes, she’s known men ever since the Academy. Not that they touched her like that, like that, like that, though. No, but they thought about it and Jayne thinks about it, too. Pervy mind thoughts about Simon’s sister, Simon’s little sister, Simon’s little sister with the crazy mind and the crazy thoughts and the crazy words. Yes, yes, little sister, little girl, not even eighteen but that’s okay.
Oh, yes, little girl with the mind that hears everything. Open ears, open eyes, open heart, but she knows, she knows well, because she hears and she sees and she feels. Jayne likes her toes, which are connected to her feet, which are connected to her ankles which are connected to her long, long legs that disappear up her skirt until a gust of wind comes and she shows off more than should be seen. And her toes, which are connected to her feet and her ankles and her legs, curl into the sand below like they would into sheets.
And she hears him later, when the black comes to the ground, in her mind, in her head. Yes, Jayne, Jayne who is a boy but has a girl’s name. Jayne who has manparts, who grips manparts. Yes, all because of little River, little sister, mei-mei on the ship. With her toes and feet and ankles and legs and panties riding up and showing one asscheek and hips and waist and her skirt blowing up and showing it all off while they stood just short of the cornfields. Who turned and looked and smiled and knew. And Jayne, who would be slaughtered by Simon, yes, Simon, River’s brother Simon, if he knew Jayne held such thoughts.
And River giggles and smiles as her head fills with Jayne’s thoughts. Of pulling those rutting panties down and bending over the bed, or throwing her on the table or pressing her against the ship or shoving her on her hands and knees on the ground, and Jayne thinks of that one again and again. And shoving her legs apart and thrusting into her, his manparts, mancock, pushing it inside, and rutting against her. And have her fingers and toes grip the sand and scrape and bleed, and her knees cut raw. He’d shove her dress up and over her head and he’d cup her breasts. Gentle and tender, and River hums in surprise at that. Jayne knows how to be with women, and he knows there ain’t no point in being rough there or else they’ll never come back.
And he’d fuck her until she was screaming and coming, and oh, River likes how he’d make her come. Ain’t no point in not giving a woman anything either, especially one like River, little River, small River, River who’d go crazy and make sure he never manparted anything ever again if he didn’t give her some sugar, either. She laughs and presses her hand between her thighs, against her cunt, her legs spread and one foot sliding up the wall.
Oh, River knows Jayne. The wind blows the next day, just outside of the cornfields. Her dress blows up again, and her toes that Jayne likes are connected to her feet, which are connected to her ankles, which are connected to her legs that run high, high up keep going up and Jayne turns and looks to see she’s not wearing any panties.