Zoe/Jayne, 7_deadly_sins_, Greed
Title: Do You Know What Your Sin Is? (6/7)
Authors:
damn_hero_zoe and the lovely
vigotmanpartsv
Paring: Zoë/Jayne
Prompt: Greed
Rating: NC-17
Zoë knew that she had no real rival for Jayne's affections. She had never been that unsure about herself before, but to her that just showed how deep her love for Jayne was despite how short a time they had been together. She had respect for how he took care of his girls. She knew they had saved her on more than one occasion. But he took care of them, cleaned them, made sure they were always in working order. It reflected the way he took care of Zoë. He made sure she sat, slept. Made sure she was happy. Sure they had their little spats. Who didn't?
She took her mug of tea up to the bridge. River was around the ship someplace. Zoë curled up in the co-pilot's chair, looking out into the black. There were days from being planet side again and all she could see where stars. The tea spread warmth through her body as she thought back on how much Serenity had changed her life. She never thought she would get married. But she met Wash and he changed everything. After she lost Wash, she thought she'd never be whole again. But then there was Jayne.
A smile crossed her beautiful face. She knew Wash would be shocked by her relationship with Jayne. But she also knew that he would want her to be happy. Zoë would never be able to forget Wash (and no one expected her to) and he'd always have a place in her heart.
He was so light on his feet, he snuck up behind her gently and placed his hands over her eyes. He leaned in to lick over her earlobe.
“Hello, bao bei,” came a soft, grumbly purr from his lips.
She jumped a little, but felt his tongue. "Hey," she murmured, leaning her head back into his lips. She pulled his arms around her from behind and closed her eyes.
He felt her jump and wrapped his arms around her protectively, smoothing over her stomach. “Shhhhh… didn' mean ta scare ya.” He even sounded like he had the biggest shit eating grin on his face.
"It's alright," she whispered, soft smile playing over her face. She sighed contentedly.
He came around to kneel in front of her a soft smile on his face, waiting for her to ask him what he was doing. A slight frown crossed her face as she felt him move away. When she opened her eyes, he was kneeling in front of her, smiling.
"What are you doing, Jayne?"
He reached a meaty, calloused hand up to caress and cup her cheek. His other hand came down to move the cup out of the way. “Zoë Alleyne Washburne... would ya do me the honors of being my bett'a half forev'a from this day forward?”
Her mouth opened in a perfect "o". "You mean?" She was smiling, speechless.
He reached into his cargo pants behind him and pulled out a box. Inside was a Celtic ring, silver, with a diamond cut blue stone, a gold smaller band with Celtic knot work on the outside and the words: ‘my heart’ inscribed on the inside. Then there were two larger rings... one with a necklace. He presented this to her and waited.
She was completely speechless. The ring was gorgeous. Unable to form words, she nodded and threw her arms around his neck, claiming his mouth in a kiss.
He chuckled against her lips. “I am taken tha' as a yes?” He held her close.
“Ain't lettin' ya go... yer all mine... mine, mine!” Holding her close, he took over the kiss, took her and claimed her soul with his lips and tongue and teeth.
“Mine!”
"Yours," she murmured back, tightening her hold on him. "I love you, Jayne," she whispered against his lips.
“I know it... I do an' yer gunna forev'a... even when I am ornery and ole... tryin' ta grab at yer ass while I am walkin' round in a walker!”
She giggled. "What makes you think I won't be going after our ass, huh?" she teased.
“Cause.. even in my walk'a I'll be faster... an' sides.. who said we be walkin' 'round none? Iffen I got my wish I'd have ya nekkid an' chantin' my name 24-7.”
She grinned, swatting at him. "You jus wish you were faster."
He leaned in and kissed over her stomach, working his way down, kissing down to between her legs, then down the inside of her thigh, over her knee and down to her foot. He kissed her reverently. The smile on his face was lewd, loving, sweet.
A soft sound, almost a moan, escaped her lips as she watched him kiss her body, like he was praying.
“Ohhhh, hey now.. no foreplay on the bridge... or I might haveta bend ya ov'a tha' chair an' show ya who’s in charge...” he chuckled
"I'm in charge," she said, grinning. She sighed contently. "Jayne," she murmured, lovingly.
“Zoë.” he whispered softly, sweetly. His warm hands were on her thighs
Her face was the picture of love, awe and lust for him. "C'mere," she murmured, crooking her finger at him.
“Yea... yea ya are... but ya like when I fuck ya hard with my perfec' cock.. an' I kiss ya so soundly I take yer breath away...” He went to her willingly.
"Best get to that kissing you’re describing, Jayne," she said coyly, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him closer.
“Oh, yes ma'am…” He lunged at her, grabbing the sides of her face, holding her head gently, diving for her lower lip, suckling it softly. Then he was pressing his tongue into her mouth, forcing her to move her body so that she had to wrap her legs around his waist. He took no time as he began to dry hump against her. Going slow, grinding just right against her.
She wrapped her legs tight around him, pulling him hard against her. She moaned loudly, fingers slipping into his hair. She caressed his tongue, moaning over it softly.
He growled hard and nipped her lower lip He moved his head to devour her throat. “Oh baby, yer gunna come fer me...” He was grinding the line of his hard cock against her clit, through her clothing.
He pulled back to look at her, hungry, predatory look in his eyes, rotating his hips against her. “Hol' onta my arms...”
She gasped softly, biting her lower lip. "What ever you say, baby," she murmured, gripping his biceps in a near vice, eyes dilated and darker.
He ground down against her, enjoying the look in her eyes. Her eyes rolled back in her head. "Ayia, baby," she moaned, nails digging into his arms.
“See, ya mebbe in charge.. 'xcept now.. Now my cock is in charge… I'm in charge... yer all mine.. I can smell ya through them clothes a yer's. After this… gunna fuck ya long, an hard... righ' here...” He grinned wickedly.
“Yer all mine... cause I am a greedy prick like tha'... so is my John Thomas... ask me ta fuck ya, baby,” he said softly, sweetly.
"All yours," came her breathy moan. She heard his request and opened her eyes, lusting for him. "Please, fuck me, Jayne. Please."
He grinned wickedly. “Oh yea, I will... firs' yer ta come... an' ya bess' be doin' it soon... cause my John Thomas is gettin' a mite lonely...” hissing at the feel of her nails. “Harder.. dig ‘em in harder!”
"Is he now?" she purred, grinning wickedly at him. "That's such a shame." As she dug her nails in, she pulled his upper body down on top of hers so she could kiss him properly, tongue pressing into his mouth. She was getting closer. She could feel it as she moaned and nipped at his tongue.
“He is....” he hissed and slammed his pelvis into her and ground harder. Leaning in to let her kiss him, he pulled back and snatched her hair at the nape of her neck, growling. “Come NOW! This is mine... my pussy an' I say when it comes…” he smiled lewdly at her.
"AYIA!" Attempting to give him her best glare, she moaned, turning her head to follow his hand. "Greedy, arn't we?" she growled, suddenly crying out as she came.
“Ya damn righ' I am...,” slamming his mouth down on her's for a quick deep kiss. “Oh, fergot ta mention.. Mal is lookin' fer ya,” he murmured as he unbuttoned her pants and began to slowly pull them off her hips, making sure to drag his nails and fingertips over her bare flesh.
She moaned loudly. "Is he now?" She leaned up, kissing his neck. "Guess he's just gonna have to wait." Grinning, she unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down.
“Yea... he was on his way up here a little while ago. Tol' him I saw ya in the cargo bay!” he smirked lecherously. “Ain't sharin' ya righ' now.. fuck tha' ev'a!” he grinned, pressing his thumb against her clit once she was free of her pants and running the pad of it over the slick, hard nub. Moving her legs over his shoulders.
"Good," she moaned. The second his thumb touched her already aching body, she arched against him. Her hands reached for his arms, desperate to hold onto him.
He smiled lewdly. “Hey no free rides.. Why dontcha go say hi ta my John Thomas... he misses ya... he'd like ta play a game wit' ya,” he quipped, rubbing her clit in a slightly harder circle.
"Would he?" she purred, dark eyes lusting for him. Her hand snaked down and gripped him firmly. "Hello, baby," she purred, eyes never leaving his as she began to stroke him firmly, twisting at the head the way he liked.
“Ya like tha? I know I do.. I like lookin' atcha like this... all mine. Yer so shiny!” He reached his free hand down and smacked her ass hard, still rubbing over her clit.
She fought to keep her eyes on him as he pressed harder into her clit. A soft squeak escaped her lips as he slapped her ass, a fire in her eyes.
“Put him in baby.... I wanna feel him surrounded by that furnace a' yer's...” He leaned in to bit the side of her neck.
A wicked grin on her face, she wrapped her free arm around his waist and pulled him closer, arching to allow him access. "Yes, sir," she quipped, head falling back as he filled her.
“Tha's husband sir ta ya, missy... cause yer mine now.. Hope ya know wha' ya got yerself inta...” Pulling her legs more firmly over his shoulders, he slammed into her, lifting her hips by putting both of his hands under her ass, taking the opportunity to fondle her gorgeous butt. “This here is mine too.. can' wait... I get ta do what'eva I wanna do ta this fer the rest a yer life...” He winked, “An' I like smacken em!”
"Mmm, husband," she murmured, absentmindedly. She slid her fingers in his hair, arching against him, moaning at the feel of his hands on her ass. "And you're mine," she whispered, gripping his hair and bringing his mouth to hers for a soul-searing kiss.
“Yea I am… ain't no money back guarantees neither! Especially, iffen we have ourselves a boy whose juss' like me!” Pulling her toward him hard, he pushed to meet her with a snap of his hips.
Now, I getta ta do all manner of things… see how many noises I can make come outta tha' beautiful mouth,” he smirked and winked.
She cried out, nails digging into his scalp and his arm. "And what if we have a little girl?" she said, squeaking again.
“She'll be an angel... a fallen angel… juss' like her daddy…” He slammed into her greedily, hungrily.
"Don't think you're fallen, bao bei," she moaned.
“Nah? Not even juss a lil?”
"Gods, just kiss me, Jayne."
“Oh no no no... we doin' this my way. 'Member me the greedy hundan! I like watchin' yer face an hearin' ya moan all manner a shiny things. Like when I do this.” He rotated his hips and slammed into her sharply.
"JAYNE!" she screamed his name, shooting him a glare meant to melt his heart. "And what about me?" she moaned again. "Am I just supposed to lay here and take it?" she quipped.
“Yep! Cause well, it's all about me…” He winked. “'Sides, I dun rightly hear ya complainin'...,” repeating what he had just done a moment ago. “Sounds more like yer singing my praises...
"Oh, I'll sing your praises alright," she hissed, dragging her nails down his arm.
"Shouldn't be all about you though. We're in this together, for the rest of our lives." Her teeth sunk into her full lower lip as she squeaked again.
He growled and leaned in to suck on her collarbone, nipping and biting the flesh, listening to her make all manner of beautiful noises.
“I know,” he murmured against her, “but its all 'bout give an' take... I'll give ya all manner of pleasurable things an' ya'll take it!” Leaning back, he began rotating his hips and slamming into her with a hungry and wild abandon.
She moaned and writhed as he feasted on her neck, nails digging in where ever they could find purchase. Her eyes slipped closed, his growling making her hotter, bringing her closer. "AYIA!" she hissed as he slammed into her. Her nails raked down his arms, through the arms of his tee shirts, aching to find skin.
“Yer mine… MINE...” Slamming into her hard enough to lift her off the chair, his hands manhandled her ass, using them to pull her against him. Finally he leaned in and snagged her lower lip in his teeth, biting gently and pulling back, then slamming his tongue into her mouth.
"You're damn right I am," she moaned loudly and then he was kissing her, his tongue fighting hers. She wasn't one to give up without a fight.
“Oh... by the way, Mal said it was importan' summin' 'bout our next job!” He smirked, whispering against her lips.
"That's nice," she murmured, lips on his once more, Mal the farthest thing from her mind.
He slammed into her, his tongue fought her hard and won, dominating the kiss. “Glad ya could care less… cause here he comes...,” he growled, slamming hard into her
He was talking to her and slamming into her. She didn't hear anything he said as she came with a shout of his name. Her fingers released their death grip on his arms and she collapsed back in the chair.
Mal came up the stairs and looked at the bridge, hearing Zoë screaming out with a shout. “OH GOD! I didn't need to see that! Don't you two have a bunk? Oh God! GOD!” Then there was the sound of retreating feet. “Zoë, I need to speak with you when your done!” he shouted over his shoulder.
Jayne laughed hard. “Uh, I tol' ya!”
She bit her lip, mostly to keep from laughing. "Dunno why he gets so surprised," she murmured, mostly to herself. Wasn't like she and Wash had never gotten caught up there.
She stayed there, panting as she fought to regain her normal breathing pattern. Her arms grabbed his and pulled him down on top of her and kissed him, a soul-searing kiss, one full of everything she was feeling for him and more.
He growled deeply and kissed her hard. “I think its obvious. He can't deal with how much of a man's man I am...” He chuckled, a glint in his eye.
"Mmm, you are," she purred, grinning.
“Either that or he knew I set him up!”
"Maybe. Don't really care myself." Her hand cupped his face, thumb caressing his cheek.
"I love you, Jayne Cobb," she whispered softly.
“Not more then I love you. Couldn' love me more then I love ya.” He winked leaning his cheek into her caress.
"Wanna bet?" His smile was infectious. She did love a challenge. Her lips closed over his as she wrapped her arms around his back. Her fingers curled in his thick hair, her body pressed against his firmly. He purred and pushed his head against her fingers, pulling back.
“Oh but bao bei, I am a bettin' man! How do ya think I managed ta buy ya them there rings…” He smiled even larger.
He moved her legs to around his waist and lifted her, pressing her against the bulkhead.
"The rings are gorgeous." Before she could ask him more about them, he was picking her up and she held him tighter.
“My turn!” he growled before he snapped his hips back and then pushed deeply into her, pumping hard, fast and erratically.
She moaned loudly, head leaning against the bulkhead, fingers tight in his hair. "Gods, bao bei," she moaned, already so sensitive. He was driving her wild today.
He plowed away, this time he was taking from her what he needed and he needed the smell of her, the feel of her, the heat of her and his own release. “MINE!” he growled and bit down on the side of her neck before coming hard and growling against her neck.
She raked her nails down his back as he came, growling against her throat, making her come hard. Panting close to his ear, she couldn't find breath to say anything. She simply licked around the shell of his ear, legs still tight around his waist, holding him completely against her.
He was panting against her and holding her for dear life, whispering, “I am glad ya liked 'em! I got one fer ya ta wear roun yer neck as well. Fer Wash.” Nuzzling her neck with his nose and lips.
Her mouth opened to say something but all that come out was a soft, "Oh." After all he'd done that morning, being as greedy as only he could be, there he was, knowing he shared her heart. It was more precious than any ring he could have given her, that knowledge.
A silent tear fell from her eyes, trailing it's way down her cheek as she squeezed him as tight as she possibly could.
He held her tightly, sensing the change in her. He didn't say anything, just let her cling to him and he would be her rock. Holding her gingerly but keeping her against him. Kissing her neck softly.
"Baby," she whispered. She kissed the side of his head.
“Yes, bao bei?” He leaned softly into her kiss. “I gotcha…” he purred gently
"I know you do," she whispered, not fully trusting her voice. "It's just so..." She trailed off, turning her head so she could look at him. "Sweet and perfect and thoughtful..."
“What is?” he smiled devilishly.
"You are, Jayne. You are."
Then he kissed her lips. “We are a family... its wha's righ'! Now you dun' worry none ov'a it.” running his fingers through her hair.
Another tear fell as she leaned her head into his hand. "I love you so much."
He kissed over each cheek, nuzzling her tears away. “Shhhh Bao bei...,” winking. He kissed her very softly and held her to him tightly. “I love ya... tha' means.. I love all the parts of ya!”
"Never thought I'd be happy again. Thank you, Jayne." She kissed him soundly, holding him tightly.
He kissed her back. “Iffen ya thinkin' gettin' a sour ole man like me makes ya happy… then tha' makes me happy ta know.” He gently put her down and held her steady until she could stand, nuzzling her neck and cheek with his nose and lips.
She hugged him tight, not ready to let him go just yet. A soft sigh escaped her lips as he nuzzled her. "I love you so much, Jayne."
“I love you wit' all my hear' an soul, Zo'. Ya always 'member tha'.” He snagged the box and placed the engagement ring on her finger, and it was a perfect fit.
She watched him slip the ring on her finger, smiling through her happy tears. "Matches your eyes," she said softly. "Both of you."
“Does, dun' it!” He smiled. “Wonder how tha' happened?” winking.
"Gee, I wonder. Maybe it is that thoughtful man I happen to be engaged to." She leaned up and kissed him softly. "He is, after all, amazing," she whispered against his lips.
“Awww wonder who this amazin' man migh' be.. wanna meet him, then kick his ass fer touchin' my woman!” Winking and leering, he leaned in and bit her neck, sucking on the side, fondling her breast, leaving a nice mark on her neck, pinching her nipple with a harsh precision and then massaging the flesh.
"Wey!" She moaned, clinging to him. "Your woman, huh?" she teased. "That all I am to you?"
“YES, gorramit,” he teased back. “Its free trim…” waiting for the smack.
"Free trim?" She smacked his arm, grinning. "How about no trim?" she teased.
“Hottest, tastiest, most beautiful free trim I ev'a had,” he quipped and giggled. Then he was all tender and loving. “Nah, yer my best friend, bao bei... yer my all!”
"My everything," she said softly, leaning up to kiss him. "Saved me, you know."
He held her close. “I think we dun gone an' saved each udder, bao bei,” kissing her lips, then her forehead. Then he leaned in for one more kiss, and it was greedy, hard, nasty, passionate, beautiful and it was all for her.
"Think you're right," she whispered against his lips. Her arms wrapped tight around him and held him close.
He held her just as closely and then moved slightly to the side so he could re-dress her and fix her clothing. “I dun' wanna give ya up but iffen we gunna be startin' a family we both need ta keep our jobs! I'll juss' have ta come back an kidnap ya lata' an ya can tell me all the cursin' an nose pinchin' Mal dun' while talkin'...no yellin' at ya... I'll be in our bunk.”
She grabbed him by his belt. "Ain't done with you yet, Jayne," she said, pulling him back to her for another deep kiss. "Mal can wait a little while longer."
She knew Mal would already be pissed and nothing could change that now. And, to be honest, she didn't really care. Nothing could ruin her happiness now. Nothing.
“Oh ya ain't dun wit' me, huh? Look whose bein' lil miss greedy now?” winking softly at her, kissing her with a primal need, picking her up and holding her against him.
"Think it's allowed, my being your intended and all." Her arms were tight around him and one hand slid down to give his ass a good pinch.
He ground up against her. “Oh really? I think I like yer plan.” Palming her ass in his hands, he gave it a nice squeeze.
"Though ya might," she said, pushing them back towards the bulkhead once more. She covered his lips with hers once more, tongue coaxing his back into her mouth.
He growled long and hard into her mouth, Kissing her primally. Wrapping her leg around his thigh, she ground against him. His growls were driving her crazy.
He smiled against her lips and was suddenly sliding down her body, undoing her pants and pulling them down again as he went. Then he wrapped her leg over his shoulder. He didn't tease, he just dove in, swiping his tongue over her soaking wet folds, his fingers holding her open for him.
She cried out with surprise and moaned, head falling back. "Bao bei," she moaned, bucking against his tongue. "Oh, god."
He growled deeply against her. “Yea? Wha? Is there a problem?” Sucking on her clit, holding it between his teeth softly and flicking it with his tongue.
She gasped, sucking in air, afraid she wasn't breathing. "God, no." Her fingers curled gently in his hair, needing to touch him.
“Ya sure?” he growled deeply against her clit. Moving his tongue in intricate patterns to keep her guessing. At the moment he was on all lower case letters of the alphabet.
"Mmm, yes," she moaned. "Perfectly sure..." Her eyes slipped closed, mouth opened slightly as she panted, his tongue doing things to her body that made her grip his hair tighter.
He chuckled deeply against her core and palmed her ass, lifting her a bit for better access, making her drape her other leg over his other shoulder. “Hol' on tight!”
"Jayne," she moaned, wrapping her legs tightly around him.
Moving his tongue over her in a languid, soft pattern, he pressed in a finger, to the first knuckle only.
"Oh, god, Jayne," she moaned. "Oh, god."
He chuckled again. “Ya carryin' on like I am doin' summin' to ya... So, seein' as yer gunna be moanin' an writhin' around like ya are....I shoul' give ya good reason ta do so.” Pressing in his finger, then adding another, he flicked his tongue over her clit hard, fast, making contented purrs against her.
"Ya are giving me-- Oh, dear god in heaven..." She forced her eyes to open, to look at him. He knew just how to-- oh, dear god-- get her to writhe and moan.
“Givin' ya wha? A headache? Food cravin's? Intense pleasure?” He smirked at her and dove back into what he was doing. He was moving his mouth against her hard and fast, fingers too. “Gunna fuckin' come... come all ov'a me.. I wan' it.. I wan' it now!” he growled deeply against her.
"Oh, god, yes I am," she moaned, feeling the build up. "Greedy bastard," she teased as she came, suddenly screaming his name and holding onto his shoulders tightly.
“Yea, FUCK YEA...” he growled against her clit, she was coming against him and he was licking her clean but he didn’t slow down what he was doing. “So greedy... I'ma gunna make sure ya come so much ya can' stan' without me helpin' ya!” growling and groaning primally against her .
"What am I gonna do with you?" she moaned, clinging to him. He knew she was sensitive. He was just being a bad ass and she loved it. Just like she loved everything about him.
“Yer gunna walk down tha' aisle.. an' then yer gunna deal wit' me lovin' ya fer the ress' of yer life.... tha' an' the fac' tha' I am nev'a gunna let ya outta my bed!”
"You sure are greedy, Jayne Cobb. And I don't care."
He chuckled, then he went back to fucking her senseless. “Gettin' lazy on me Corporeal...ya got some comin' ta do...” smacking her ass hard.
"Oh, how dare you!" she cried, with mock indigence. "I rank higher than you. I'm the first mate." She grinned and swatted at his shoulder.
“Yea, an' I'm here doin' all the gorram work! So thankless!” swatting her ass again.
"I still rank higher than you, Cobb. Don't you forget it."
“Woman, who the fuck is on their knees here? Migh' I remin' yer thankless ass!” Swatting her ass super hard and slamming his mouth back down onto her core. Growling like an animal against her.
"You are, Cobb." She bucked against him, moaning, screaming his name as she came again. She hadn't even felt the build up with all their banter. When she regained her breath again, she said, "You get on your knees when you're worshiping, Cobb. Ain't that what you're doing?" Her fingers curled in his hair once more.
“I ain't needin' ta be on my knees ta be worhippin'... but I love worshippin' ya this way' specially. Most 'specially...watchin' them chocolate eyes lookin' down on me. Makes a man's John Thomas hard,” he growled deeply.
She moaned. "Does it?" A flash of blue caught her eye as he moved his head and she realized it was her ring. “Seeing those eyes of yours looking at me like they do, it makes a woman weak in the knees."
“I'll hol' ya up…” he mumbled against her inner thigh, kissing her there softly. Nipping the flesh there.
"I know you will, Jayne," she murmured. "I know."
He finally stood and pulled her into a deep hug. “Good,” he whispered softly against her lips. “I think I am gettin' ole!” he smirked
She shook her head. "Never." Kissing him deeply, she wrapped her arms tight around him.
He kissed her back. “Fine, ain't ole but I plan on goin' ta our bunk an' sleepin',” palming her ass. “Yer gunna join me, dong ma? So ya bess' be wrappin' it up wit' Mal an' gettin' to it!” winking.
"How can I refuse a shing gaan nan ren like you, bao bei?" She smirked and kissed him again. "Plan on spending a good long while curled up with you, Jayne."
He helped her dress and made sure she could stand on her own. Kissing the tip of her nose and then he went about fixing his own pants and meandered down the hallway to their bunk. “Git tha' gorgeous ass in gear, now.” You could hear the smirk in his voice.
She followed him, smirking herself and seeing Mal in the galley. Mal looked up as he heard footsteps and he did not look happy. Before he could say anything, Zoë pulled Jayne by the arm and kissed him hard.
"I'll be down shortly," she said, and with a wink, she headed off to deal with Mal and the anger on his face, her hips swaying temptingly.
Translation: shing gaan nan ren: sexy man
Cross-posted to
7_deadly_sins_,
mercandthemate, and my own journal...