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Title: Do You Know What Your Sin Is? (1/7)
Author:
damn_hero_zoe with the assistance of the lovely
vigotmanpartsv
Pairing: Zoe/Jayne
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,485
Prompt: Lust
Spoilers: Post-BDM
It had been hard for the crew of Serenity after losing Shepherd Book and Wash, not to mention almost all their contacts. They worked around the Alliance as resistance groups sprung up all over the ‘verse. The government was too busy trying to maintain order to worry about the crew of the Firefly that started it all.
A lot of things had changed in the year and a half after Wash's death. Zoë had lost so much that day that she never thought she could be whole again. She took risks, ones no one seemed to want to call her out on. They seemed to be getting more and more jobs and Zoë threw herself into work. There were even times when she’d slip off the ship to a bar and pick a fight with a local. She didn’t feel anything for a while. But she seemed to be getting better. The process was slow and no one could really see it.
She shut everyone out, not wanting to be hurt as badly as she had been. But he managed to work his way in anyway. Not that he did it intentionally. She saw that he was a good man, that Jayne wasn't the mindless man Mal made him out to be. That he had a big heart.
He was hurting, too. Shepherd was one of the only people to really talk to him on board Serenity. And now he was gone. She had never really noticed him before. Now it was almost hard to miss him on the ship.
She didn’t know it, but Jayne’s priorities seemed to change. He grew more protective of his crew. He looked out for them all, River, Inara, Kaylee. But most of all, Zoë. He worried about her, but no one noticed, least of all Zoë.
She walked through the ship, while River piloted. It wasn't the same when she did, but Zoë had gotten used to it. She made her way to the catwalk outside Inara's shuttle and leaned against the railing thinking. She didn't notice Jayne right away.
He took a deep breath after drinking some water and grabbed the pull up grips lifting himself effortlessly, letting out short controlled breaths. He had been thinking, lost in his own thoughts.
She heard him working out below and looked down. She watched him, thoughts drifting again. She noted the bulge of his muscle as he did his pull ups, visible even to her above him.
He was grunting with the sheer effort to push himself further and further then he was used to. That was how he was lately. Pushing himself even further then he possibly thought he could.
She lost herself in thought as she watched him, watching the soft sheen of sweat forming on his body, the way his muscles moved. He had strong arms, she decided. She wondered what those arms would feel like around her.
He dropped to the floor with a soft sigh and grabbed his water, rubbing a towel over his face and neck he took a few deep breaths and then laid down on the bench, stretching his arms out.
She stood watching him, lost in thought, her hands gripping the railing tightly. She bit her lip, letting herself get carried away by the images in her head.
She found herself walking slowly down the stairs, her fingers ghosting over the railing. Her eyes were on him the whole time. She stood off to the side, watching him. Her tongue flicked out to lick her lips as she saw that his muscles looked bigger closer up.
Jayne was taking sharp, deep breaths. Suddenly he put the weights back in the bar and turned his head to look at Zoë. His face was a leer, the one he often looked at Zoë with. He licked over his lips.
“'Bout ruttin' time, darlin'....” his hungry gaze falling on her.
The sharp intakes of breath were the only thing that seemed out of place, far in the distance. Cutting through the cargo bay... they seemed tinny and odd.
She moved closer to him, palms beginning to sweat. Her eyes were darker than usual with desire. "You been waiting, Jayne?" she asked, smiling as she noted his gaze on her, making her feel warmer.
“Hell yea, ain't ya been able ta tell?” he took a step toward her, smirking at how she seemed to be lusting after him, how her eyes were so dark, he could smell how aroused she was. He licked his lips again.
“Ain't ya gunna kiss me? Tha' is why yer here!” He was purring now.
The clanking of metal could be heard resounding behind them. Then a groan.... something metallic could be heard unscrewing and the sound of someone drinking loudly, letting out a deep breath, somewhere.
She stood directly in front of him, looking right up at him. "Is that why I'm here?" She uncurled her fists and wiped them on her pants. She took his hands and placed them on her hips. "Maybe I wanted you to kiss me."
“Yea? Mebbe ya did... all them times I saw ya watchin' me. I know ya do…” leaning in to ghost the words over her lips. “Standin' above me on the catwalk, tall Amazon warrior. Lookin' at me… I can feel the heat radiatin' off ya…” He then licked over her lower lip, slowly.
"I like watching you, Jayne," she purred. Her eyes slipped closed at the feel of his tongue on her lip. Her mouth opened slowly, head shifting to let his tongue in her mouth.
He pulled back, watching her, wantonly, teasing her. Whispering, “Oh ya do?” flicking his tongue out to lick over her tongue and upper lip.
The noises changed, metal against metal could be heard in the distance, more sharp intakes of breath.
She moaned softly as he teased her. Her eyes looked up at him, lust for him unhidden. "Yes, I do." She barely heard the noise.
The Jayne in the here and now suddenly dropped his barbell down on its metal home and looked up to the catwalk. Zoë stood there in a trance it seemed. Her knuckles, even from his standpoint looked white. He stood up and moved to get a better look at her, standing there, arms crossed, watching her intently.
He fisted her hair and pulled her closer, pulling her head back and nibbling on the spot right under her chin, pressing himself lewdly against her. He growled against her throat. “How much ya wan' me?”
She gripped his strong arms, knuckles turning white as she moaned softly. "God, I want you so bad, Jayne." She let go of one of his arms, her fingers slipping into his thick hair.
“Mmm hmmmm, yea, ya do!” He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her flush against his chest. “I. wan'. ya. too!” he growled, licking up her throat to her mouth and forcing his tongue inside.
He pulled back to whisper, “ain't ya gunna ask me 'bout kissin'?”
She pressed herself against him, groaning as he pulled back. She looked up at him. "Thought you didn't kiss on the mouth, Jayne." She smirked. "Not that I'm complaining."
“I said… nev'a kiss them on the mouth... see how much people lissen'?” Pushing her back now against the bulkhead, pressing his knee between her knees. Hands in her hair. He was somewhat sweaty, warm, solid.
Jayne stood back some more, hand on his chin, looking Zoë over. She looked happy, her eyes were half lidded and she was thinking about something pretty fiercely. She looked so sexy at that moment. Soft, yielding, wanting. He wished he could see her like that more often. He tried clearing his throat to get her attention but it didn't make her budge.
Her eyes slipped closed again. "Kiss me, Jayne." She looked up at him, need in her eyes. She pressed her body against his, trying to get closer.
“I lissen'” he said softly against her cheek and then pressed his lips against her, biting her lower lip, softly, pressing his tongue in to massage over her tongue, growling as he did so.
She moaned wantonly into his mouth, fingers tight in his hair. She lifted one of her legs to caress his. He tasted faintly of whiskey.
He pulled back to watch her. “I like seein' ya like this, Zo.... Especially when it's my lap yer in.”
She smiled at him and bit her lower lip. "Like having you make me feel like this." One hand was on his waist, pulling him closer to her.
“Ya always day dream like this, Zo? Thinkin' 'bout my muscles... an' wha' they woul' look like nekkid? I bet ya do!” He smacked her ass.
Her hand trailed down his chest. "Maybe." Her fingers moved up and down over his abs over his tee shirt. She looked back up at him.
“I think yer bad at lyin' ta me when yer like this, Zo. I can see it in yer eyes. Tha' hungry gaze a yer's.” He was biting down on her pulse point.
Jayne began to look worried, his eyebrows furrowed. He whispered to himself, “She ain't moved in 10 minutes.” He walked toward the stairs.
She moaned, squirming slightly under him. God, his lips felt amazing on her skin. Her hands were everywhere, his arms, his sides, his chest, his back, his hair. She couldn't get enough.
Jayne climbed the stairs and thought he heard a soft moan escape her lips... he was bounding up the stairs. Thinking she was having a fit like River did. His hands were on her and he had pulled her around to look at him.
“Zoë? Zoë?”
Jayne bit down on her shoulder and licked a path up over her throat to her lips, plunging his tongue back into her mouth. Then he pulled away gently. “Gotta wake up now, Zoë...”
“Zoë? ZOË?” he shook her softly.
She looked confused. She wasn't against the bulkhead and he was shaking her. ‘Oh, shit,’ she thought. She swallowed.
"Yeah, Jayne?"
“Ya OK?” his brows were furrowed. She looked red, flushed, a bit sweaty. “You dun' look... well, normal!”
She blushed. "I'm fine, Jayne. Lost in thought." Thoughts of you, holding me, kissing me... She took a small step back. "Nothing to be concerned over." She tried to make light of the fact that she had been standing there for god-only-knows how long staring at him and thinking about him... She didn't finish that thought.
He dropped his arms and watched her move away. “Well, good gorram, muss' be some good thoughts. Cause ya look like ya be grapplin' wit' someone...mebbe ya shoul' go see Simon?”
She paled considerably. "Thanks for the suggestion, Jayne, but I'm fine." Was it written on her face? That she was thinking about him? She felt trapped, frozen to the spot.
He rubbed his hands on his shorts and fidgeted. “Well, then sorry I bothered ya…” He backed up and headed for the stairs. He grabbed his towel and his canteen and headed for the showers. He needed some alone time, Zoë was acting off around him and he wasn't sure what he did wrong
She watched him go, feeling like an ass for chasing him off. She sank to the ground, leaning back against the grating. She shook her head. This wasn't they way it was supposed to be. No, she wasn't supposed to make him go in the other direction. She sighed and stood, headed back to her bunk to think. Apparently doing it out in the open was dangerous. She swiped her sweat-drenched hands on her pants again, sighing in frustration.
He soaped himself up quickly and washed his hair. He grabbed the towel and dried off, realizing he came right here form working out and had no clothes.
He sighed and wrapped the towel around his waist. wasn't the biggest towel in the verse but it would get him to his bunk. He lumbered out of the showers and up the stairs to his bunk.
Zoë had been pacing in her bunk. She felt bad. It wasn't Jayne's fault she got distracted. She climbed out of her bunk, resigning herself to go apologize. It was the least she could do.
He got to the door of his bunk and went to open it. He'd been having a bit of an issue with it lately, it wasn’t opening as smoothly. He'd have to talk to Kaylee. His hands were full and he dropped everything and pushed on the door. Not realizing that the towel was slipping off his waist.
Zoë heard him behind her. "Jayne, I just wanted to say," she started, turning around when she got to the top. He was all wet and the towel was slipping revealing a very muscular buttocks. She lost her train of thought completely.
He pushed the door open and caught the towel just as it slipped off and revealed all of Jayne. “Gorramit! Uh... sorry Zoë...” He felt embarrassed around her, odd... something was off about her lately and it made him tetchy. He grabbed the towel and pulled it around him as much as he could. It was too late though, she saw Jayne Cobb as he'd come into this world. Nekkid
She was staring for a moment before she had the decency to look at his face. He stood stock still...taking her quiet for something way different. He turned to notice that it wasn’t his face she was looking at, he pulled the towel tighter, blushing from head to toe. This was not Jayne's normal mode, mind. He would walk around buck naked if he could. But there was just something so off about Zoë and the odd way she'd been acting around him, but then turning from him like he was something, bad. Jayne sure didn't know how to read a woman who he wasn't paying.
"No, I'm sorry, Jayne. I had wanted to apologize for the way I was before and now for... um... catching you off guard." Her mouth worked for a moment, no sound coming out before she turned back to her bunk.
“Yea, it's fine.. it's fine…” Watching her retreat, he let out a breath, one he didn't realize he had been holding. Leaning his head against his door, shaking it, he spoke softly. “Wha' the ruttin' hell?”
She leaned against the wall by the ladder. Well, that went well. She closed her eyes and saw him standing there, skin flushed from the shower, damp. Muscles tight, the curve of his...
She opened her eyes. What was coming over her? She didn't even... She sighed and pushed herself away from the wall. She moved about her bunk, cleaning to keep her mind off of Jayne and his well-toned body. She sighed in frustration. This wasn't going to be easy.
Cross-posted
7_deadly_sins_,
mercandthemate, and my personal journal... :D
Author:
damn_hero_zoe with the assistance of the lovely
vigotmanpartsv
Pairing: Zoe/Jayne
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,485
Prompt: Lust
Spoilers: Post-BDM
It had been hard for the crew of Serenity after losing Shepherd Book and Wash, not to mention almost all their contacts. They worked around the Alliance as resistance groups sprung up all over the ‘verse. The government was too busy trying to maintain order to worry about the crew of the Firefly that started it all.
A lot of things had changed in the year and a half after Wash's death. Zoë had lost so much that day that she never thought she could be whole again. She took risks, ones no one seemed to want to call her out on. They seemed to be getting more and more jobs and Zoë threw herself into work. There were even times when she’d slip off the ship to a bar and pick a fight with a local. She didn’t feel anything for a while. But she seemed to be getting better. The process was slow and no one could really see it.
She shut everyone out, not wanting to be hurt as badly as she had been. But he managed to work his way in anyway. Not that he did it intentionally. She saw that he was a good man, that Jayne wasn't the mindless man Mal made him out to be. That he had a big heart.
He was hurting, too. Shepherd was one of the only people to really talk to him on board Serenity. And now he was gone. She had never really noticed him before. Now it was almost hard to miss him on the ship.
She didn’t know it, but Jayne’s priorities seemed to change. He grew more protective of his crew. He looked out for them all, River, Inara, Kaylee. But most of all, Zoë. He worried about her, but no one noticed, least of all Zoë.
She walked through the ship, while River piloted. It wasn't the same when she did, but Zoë had gotten used to it. She made her way to the catwalk outside Inara's shuttle and leaned against the railing thinking. She didn't notice Jayne right away.
He took a deep breath after drinking some water and grabbed the pull up grips lifting himself effortlessly, letting out short controlled breaths. He had been thinking, lost in his own thoughts.
She heard him working out below and looked down. She watched him, thoughts drifting again. She noted the bulge of his muscle as he did his pull ups, visible even to her above him.
He was grunting with the sheer effort to push himself further and further then he was used to. That was how he was lately. Pushing himself even further then he possibly thought he could.
She lost herself in thought as she watched him, watching the soft sheen of sweat forming on his body, the way his muscles moved. He had strong arms, she decided. She wondered what those arms would feel like around her.
He dropped to the floor with a soft sigh and grabbed his water, rubbing a towel over his face and neck he took a few deep breaths and then laid down on the bench, stretching his arms out.
She stood watching him, lost in thought, her hands gripping the railing tightly. She bit her lip, letting herself get carried away by the images in her head.
She found herself walking slowly down the stairs, her fingers ghosting over the railing. Her eyes were on him the whole time. She stood off to the side, watching him. Her tongue flicked out to lick her lips as she saw that his muscles looked bigger closer up.
Jayne was taking sharp, deep breaths. Suddenly he put the weights back in the bar and turned his head to look at Zoë. His face was a leer, the one he often looked at Zoë with. He licked over his lips.
“'Bout ruttin' time, darlin'....” his hungry gaze falling on her.
The sharp intakes of breath were the only thing that seemed out of place, far in the distance. Cutting through the cargo bay... they seemed tinny and odd.
She moved closer to him, palms beginning to sweat. Her eyes were darker than usual with desire. "You been waiting, Jayne?" she asked, smiling as she noted his gaze on her, making her feel warmer.
“Hell yea, ain't ya been able ta tell?” he took a step toward her, smirking at how she seemed to be lusting after him, how her eyes were so dark, he could smell how aroused she was. He licked his lips again.
“Ain't ya gunna kiss me? Tha' is why yer here!” He was purring now.
The clanking of metal could be heard resounding behind them. Then a groan.... something metallic could be heard unscrewing and the sound of someone drinking loudly, letting out a deep breath, somewhere.
She stood directly in front of him, looking right up at him. "Is that why I'm here?" She uncurled her fists and wiped them on her pants. She took his hands and placed them on her hips. "Maybe I wanted you to kiss me."
“Yea? Mebbe ya did... all them times I saw ya watchin' me. I know ya do…” leaning in to ghost the words over her lips. “Standin' above me on the catwalk, tall Amazon warrior. Lookin' at me… I can feel the heat radiatin' off ya…” He then licked over her lower lip, slowly.
"I like watching you, Jayne," she purred. Her eyes slipped closed at the feel of his tongue on her lip. Her mouth opened slowly, head shifting to let his tongue in her mouth.
He pulled back, watching her, wantonly, teasing her. Whispering, “Oh ya do?” flicking his tongue out to lick over her tongue and upper lip.
The noises changed, metal against metal could be heard in the distance, more sharp intakes of breath.
She moaned softly as he teased her. Her eyes looked up at him, lust for him unhidden. "Yes, I do." She barely heard the noise.
The Jayne in the here and now suddenly dropped his barbell down on its metal home and looked up to the catwalk. Zoë stood there in a trance it seemed. Her knuckles, even from his standpoint looked white. He stood up and moved to get a better look at her, standing there, arms crossed, watching her intently.
He fisted her hair and pulled her closer, pulling her head back and nibbling on the spot right under her chin, pressing himself lewdly against her. He growled against her throat. “How much ya wan' me?”
She gripped his strong arms, knuckles turning white as she moaned softly. "God, I want you so bad, Jayne." She let go of one of his arms, her fingers slipping into his thick hair.
“Mmm hmmmm, yea, ya do!” He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her flush against his chest. “I. wan'. ya. too!” he growled, licking up her throat to her mouth and forcing his tongue inside.
He pulled back to whisper, “ain't ya gunna ask me 'bout kissin'?”
She pressed herself against him, groaning as he pulled back. She looked up at him. "Thought you didn't kiss on the mouth, Jayne." She smirked. "Not that I'm complaining."
“I said… nev'a kiss them on the mouth... see how much people lissen'?” Pushing her back now against the bulkhead, pressing his knee between her knees. Hands in her hair. He was somewhat sweaty, warm, solid.
Jayne stood back some more, hand on his chin, looking Zoë over. She looked happy, her eyes were half lidded and she was thinking about something pretty fiercely. She looked so sexy at that moment. Soft, yielding, wanting. He wished he could see her like that more often. He tried clearing his throat to get her attention but it didn't make her budge.
Her eyes slipped closed again. "Kiss me, Jayne." She looked up at him, need in her eyes. She pressed her body against his, trying to get closer.
“I lissen'” he said softly against her cheek and then pressed his lips against her, biting her lower lip, softly, pressing his tongue in to massage over her tongue, growling as he did so.
She moaned wantonly into his mouth, fingers tight in his hair. She lifted one of her legs to caress his. He tasted faintly of whiskey.
He pulled back to watch her. “I like seein' ya like this, Zo.... Especially when it's my lap yer in.”
She smiled at him and bit her lower lip. "Like having you make me feel like this." One hand was on his waist, pulling him closer to her.
“Ya always day dream like this, Zo? Thinkin' 'bout my muscles... an' wha' they woul' look like nekkid? I bet ya do!” He smacked her ass.
Her hand trailed down his chest. "Maybe." Her fingers moved up and down over his abs over his tee shirt. She looked back up at him.
“I think yer bad at lyin' ta me when yer like this, Zo. I can see it in yer eyes. Tha' hungry gaze a yer's.” He was biting down on her pulse point.
Jayne began to look worried, his eyebrows furrowed. He whispered to himself, “She ain't moved in 10 minutes.” He walked toward the stairs.
She moaned, squirming slightly under him. God, his lips felt amazing on her skin. Her hands were everywhere, his arms, his sides, his chest, his back, his hair. She couldn't get enough.
Jayne climbed the stairs and thought he heard a soft moan escape her lips... he was bounding up the stairs. Thinking she was having a fit like River did. His hands were on her and he had pulled her around to look at him.
“Zoë? Zoë?”
Jayne bit down on her shoulder and licked a path up over her throat to her lips, plunging his tongue back into her mouth. Then he pulled away gently. “Gotta wake up now, Zoë...”
“Zoë? ZOË?” he shook her softly.
She looked confused. She wasn't against the bulkhead and he was shaking her. ‘Oh, shit,’ she thought. She swallowed.
"Yeah, Jayne?"
“Ya OK?” his brows were furrowed. She looked red, flushed, a bit sweaty. “You dun' look... well, normal!”
She blushed. "I'm fine, Jayne. Lost in thought." Thoughts of you, holding me, kissing me... She took a small step back. "Nothing to be concerned over." She tried to make light of the fact that she had been standing there for god-only-knows how long staring at him and thinking about him... She didn't finish that thought.
He dropped his arms and watched her move away. “Well, good gorram, muss' be some good thoughts. Cause ya look like ya be grapplin' wit' someone...mebbe ya shoul' go see Simon?”
She paled considerably. "Thanks for the suggestion, Jayne, but I'm fine." Was it written on her face? That she was thinking about him? She felt trapped, frozen to the spot.
He rubbed his hands on his shorts and fidgeted. “Well, then sorry I bothered ya…” He backed up and headed for the stairs. He grabbed his towel and his canteen and headed for the showers. He needed some alone time, Zoë was acting off around him and he wasn't sure what he did wrong
She watched him go, feeling like an ass for chasing him off. She sank to the ground, leaning back against the grating. She shook her head. This wasn't they way it was supposed to be. No, she wasn't supposed to make him go in the other direction. She sighed and stood, headed back to her bunk to think. Apparently doing it out in the open was dangerous. She swiped her sweat-drenched hands on her pants again, sighing in frustration.
He soaped himself up quickly and washed his hair. He grabbed the towel and dried off, realizing he came right here form working out and had no clothes.
He sighed and wrapped the towel around his waist. wasn't the biggest towel in the verse but it would get him to his bunk. He lumbered out of the showers and up the stairs to his bunk.
Zoë had been pacing in her bunk. She felt bad. It wasn't Jayne's fault she got distracted. She climbed out of her bunk, resigning herself to go apologize. It was the least she could do.
He got to the door of his bunk and went to open it. He'd been having a bit of an issue with it lately, it wasn’t opening as smoothly. He'd have to talk to Kaylee. His hands were full and he dropped everything and pushed on the door. Not realizing that the towel was slipping off his waist.
Zoë heard him behind her. "Jayne, I just wanted to say," she started, turning around when she got to the top. He was all wet and the towel was slipping revealing a very muscular buttocks. She lost her train of thought completely.
He pushed the door open and caught the towel just as it slipped off and revealed all of Jayne. “Gorramit! Uh... sorry Zoë...” He felt embarrassed around her, odd... something was off about her lately and it made him tetchy. He grabbed the towel and pulled it around him as much as he could. It was too late though, she saw Jayne Cobb as he'd come into this world. Nekkid
She was staring for a moment before she had the decency to look at his face. He stood stock still...taking her quiet for something way different. He turned to notice that it wasn’t his face she was looking at, he pulled the towel tighter, blushing from head to toe. This was not Jayne's normal mode, mind. He would walk around buck naked if he could. But there was just something so off about Zoë and the odd way she'd been acting around him, but then turning from him like he was something, bad. Jayne sure didn't know how to read a woman who he wasn't paying.
"No, I'm sorry, Jayne. I had wanted to apologize for the way I was before and now for... um... catching you off guard." Her mouth worked for a moment, no sound coming out before she turned back to her bunk.
“Yea, it's fine.. it's fine…” Watching her retreat, he let out a breath, one he didn't realize he had been holding. Leaning his head against his door, shaking it, he spoke softly. “Wha' the ruttin' hell?”
She leaned against the wall by the ladder. Well, that went well. She closed her eyes and saw him standing there, skin flushed from the shower, damp. Muscles tight, the curve of his...
She opened her eyes. What was coming over her? She didn't even... She sighed and pushed herself away from the wall. She moved about her bunk, cleaning to keep her mind off of Jayne and his well-toned body. She sighed in frustration. This wasn't going to be easy.
Cross-posted
7_deadly_sins_,
mercandthemate, and my personal journal... :D