Sloth. Zoe/Jayne.
Title: Do You Know What Your Sin Is? (7/7)
Authors: damn_hero_zoe and the lovely vigotmanpartsv
Paring: Zoë/Jayne
Prompt: Sloth
Rating: NC-17 for adult situations and language
A/N: I would like to thank the ever lovely
vigotmanpartsv for agreeing to do this table with me. I had a blast and I hope you did to, my dear. *big, sloppy, wet kisses*
And we would like to dedicate this, our last chapter in this little saga to
capnzoe because she has faithfully read every chapter and comment and her support and feedback made us smile each and every time. Thank you, darlin'. This one's for you! *blows kiss*
Zoë got her ass handed to her by Mal for their little display on the bridge. She didn't care. After Mal calmed down some, they discussed the next job and it seemed as though Mal was keeping her from going to bed. All she wanted to do was snuggle close to her fiancée and sleep.
Mal noticed the ring on her finger. "Where'd ya get tha'?" he asked, eying her curiously, eyes darkening as he figured it out.
"Jayne and I are going to get married, Mal."
He shook his head. "No, ya ain't."
"Think that's for me to decide, Mal. You're not my father. You're my friend and I want you to be happy for me."
"I'm also your captain--" She cut him off by holding up her hand.
"Don't even think about it, Mal. I disobeyed that order once before and I won't hesitate to do it again. Deal with it. Jayne loves me and I love him. He respects me and what I had with Wash. So this is going to happen."
She took a deep breath. "Now, let's get back to talking about this job so I can get to bed."
She was there for a least another hour, Mal beating the details to death. Finally, he yawned and Zoë gave him a look and he waved her towards the bunks. "We'll talk about that thing on your finger tomorrow."
"Yes, we will, when Jayne and I tell everyone and we start planning." With that, Zoë left the mess and headed down to their bunk, closing the hatch behind her.
He lay on the bunk. He took up most of the bed, sprawled out on top of it, naked as the day he was born. Laying on his stomach, pillow bunched up under his chin
Zoë smiled and undressed quickly and quietly, tossing her clothes on the chair instead of in the hamper she was that worn out. Slowly, she climbed onto the bed, nestling into his side and curling up. He may have taken up most of the bed, but Zoë didn't really care in that moment.
Arm shot out and snagged her, pulling her up close to his side, snagging her like a teddy bear. Rolling over, he rumbled and purred, clinging to her
"Mmm," she murmured, snuggling closer, wrapping herself around him. "Better." Yawning, she kissed the underside of his chin and nestled into her spot.
He growled, yawned and then kissed her forehead. “Mine!" snatching her closer.
"Yours," she mumbled, snuggling closer still. A yawn forced her to stretch a little and then she was nestled against him once more, sighing sweetly.
“Mmmm baby... In my head... I am fuckin' ya senseless righ' 'bout now...” He smiled against her, lips pressed to her forehead. He didn't move an inch though.
"Mmm. That's nice, bao bei," she whispered, pressing her forehead against his lips. He lamely tried to rub her back but his hand moved about an inch and then stopped, pulling her close, yawning. She just nestled a little closer and her arms hung limply around his waist.
“Mmmmm. Ya smell good… makes me wanna lick ya,” he stated, but remained where he was.
"Mmm, lick," she murmured. She yawned again.
Nuzzling her head with his, “Sleep.....”
"Sleep is good," she murmured, kissing his chest and nuzzling his head back.
“Then go to sleep...” nuzzling her back.
She pinched his side. "I was gonna but you started about fucking me senseless and licking me and you're keeping me awake," she teased, snuggling close.
“Ow ... quit it. Well, I ain't doing' nuttin." Juss' layin' here. Didn' know talkin' bugged ya so much.” Still holding her loosely to him.
"Talkin' ain't doin', Jayne." She kissed his chest. "You were talking about doing and keepin' me awake." She shifted and lay her head next to his, noses touching.
He looked into her eyes. “I know... I'll do it in a few minutes... I dun' wanna get up.” Trying to feebly rub her arm but his smile was huge for her.
She smiled back. "Good." Kissing him softly, she closed her eyes. "Just let me know," she murmured, yawning again.
“Mmmm, OK... I should get up first and get summin' ta eat...ya hungry, bao bei?”
"Mmm, a little," she murmured. She'd meant to bring something down with her, but Mal had distracted her. She did not, however, release him from her hold.
“Mmm, me too… I should get up and grab us summin'. I'll move in an lil bit.” nuzzling her head.
"In a bit," she repeated. "Should think about what you want first." She nuzzled his head back, hand moving once up and down his back.
“I dun' know wha' I wan' ... means I gotta think. I dun' wanna think righ' now,” kissing her forehead.
She made a face. "No, thinking is bad." She pushed Mal from her mind and pressed her forehead against his lips.
“Wan' me ta go kick Mal's ass far ya, Bao bei?” speaking against her forehead.
She closed her eyes and smiled. "Sure, baby. Sounds shiny." Her arms tightened a little around him.
“All righ, gimme a few minutes... When I go get us food... I'll go kick his ass too!” Closing his eyes and nuzzling her forehead with his nose.
"Mmm, sounds good." She shifted her head and kissed him softly, lips staying against his. "I love you."
He pressed his lips gently against her lips. “Nope love you more...” He moved his head to yawn mightily.
She nuzzled his cheek. "Nope. Love you more. No doubt," she paused, yawning "about it."
“Mmmmm,” he rumbled. “Let's argue abou' this more lata' aft'a I get food an' kick Mal's pigu!”
She laughed softly. "All right, deal." Snuggling close, she nuzzled his nose. "Love you more," she whispered, wicked grin on her face.
“No ruttin' way... I love ya more… show ya too... aft'a I go get us some food and kick Mal's pigu.”
"Sure you will," she teased.
“WEY! Stop teasin' me...” He rolled over. “I'll do it ... in a lil bit!”
"I know, baby." She kissed his shoulder and rested her chin on it, arms around him.
He pulled her close. “Mmm good... I know ya know it ... cause I will. In a lil bit. “
"Perezoso," she teased, kissing his shoulder.
“Wha' the hell ... now ya wan'na pretzel? I dun' even know iffen we got none!”
She laughed. No, Jayne. Perezoso. It's Spanish."
Wha's it mean ... cause I dun' think we got it... but I can check... in a minute ... when I git up!
She laughed again. "Baby, it ain't food. It means lazy."
“Oh...” He got quiet for a few minutes, yawning mightily. Then suddenly, “WEY! who ya callin' lazy...” He rolled onto his stomach and bunched up the pillow under his head.
She propped herself up on her elbow. "I was teasing."
He nodded. “I know... I will git ya back in a bit ... so, be prepared,” yawning again.
She smiled. "Can't wait." Snuggling on his back, she kissed his shoulders and yawned. He pressed his shoulder against her lips and turned his head to nuzzle her head.
"You gonna get me good, Jayne?" she murmured against his shoulder.
“Yep...juss' you wait... Give me a coupla minutes...” yawning against her shoulder.
"Sure thing, bao bei." She slid her hands down his arms so her arms rest on top of his and she yawned softly. Soon he was breathing evenly and softly.
"Couple of minutes, huh?" She rolled her eyes. She nibbled on his shoulder, hoping to wake him up. She was half awake now. It wasn't fair that he was sleeping when he'd been the one to keep her awake.
He mumbled in his sleep. “Mmm quit it.. I know yer hungry…”
"Then wake up," she responded, not stopping her nibbles.
“I am awake, now,” he grumbled deeply, not moving a muscle.
"Liar," she teased, sucking softly on his skin.
“Ain't lyin'...” She could hear the pout in his voice, purring.
"Ain't moving," she purred back, hands gripping his as her mouth moved towards his neck. But those were the only two parts of her body that moved.
“Yer wrong there... Lips are movin', chest is too from takin in the recycled air,” growling at the feel of her lips. She just rolled her eyes and continued to the curve of his neck and his shoulder before stopping and letting her teeth graze his skin.
He lifted his head and turned over a bit to pin her against him kissing her deeply, pulling her close but then he settled right back into not moving. She smirked against his lips until he settled back in again. Sighing, she snuggled too, slight pout on her face as she closed her eyes. His hand snaked down her back to grab her ass and give it a good pinch.
She squealed and scowled. "Ain't you the one who complained about foreplay before and not getting any?" She swatted his side and rolled over, snuggling into the pillow.
He snatched her and grabbed her up, pulling her close to him, pressing himself lewdly up against her back. “Ya ain't goin' nowhere...”
"Mmmhmm," she mumbled, snuggling into his warm arms, eyes feeling heavy.
Now he began chewing and nibbling on her shoulder, hand smoothing over her stomach. She purred softly, body relaxing against his. He wrapped his leg around her leg and buried his face at the nape of her neck, licking and nibbling there.
"Feels shiny," she yawned, beyond exhausted.
“Mmmhmmmmmm now tha' ya got me up.. ya need ta wake up too...” licking down her spine.
But she didn't move. "I'm up," she protested sleepily.
“Yea...”hand smoothing up to cup her breast. “You are?”
"Mmmhmm." She sighed softly.
“I dun' believe ya,” he said as he yawned mightily.
"I up," she said, opening her eyes. "See, awake."
His eyes were drifting closed, “Mmhmmmm up... righ'... up.”
"Now who ain't up?" she teased, yawning.
“You...”he said with a slight snore, then woke himself back up. “I'm up…” blinking his eyes.
"Sure you are."
“I am…” he said softly, slurred.
"No, you're not," she said, waking up a little more.
“Well, neitha' are ya woman,” he said even more slurred, burrowing his face into the pillow.
"Am too!" She twisted. "Your face is in your pillow!"
“No, it ain't,” came his muffled reply.
"Is too! Jayne!" She grabbed her pillow and swatted him with it.
“Ooffff hey now, swattin' me...” he turned his head to the side. “See, now in my pillow,” he slurred, eyes closed.
"In your pillow? Do you even know what you’re saying Jayne?" She fell back against the bed, facing the ceiling.
He shook his head feebly, arm wrapped around her suddenly and she was pulled toward him. She made a soft noise of protest and then snuggled in. Then he buried his face in the crook of her neck. “See, now in my pillow...” he smiled wickedly against her neck.
"Ain't your pillow," she said firmly, yawning.
He snorted, “Yep, my pillow ... these are too…” fondling her breasts. She slapped his hand but instead of pulling it back, her hand caressed his on her breast.
“Ow ... cut out the foreplay... I'm too tired righ' now,” smiling against her neck.
"Sure ya are. You started it!" She snuggled closer to his lips.
“Did not ... innocent party!”
"Did too!" she protested, hiding a yawn. "You started it. I'm the innocent one."
He snorted again. “How did I start it? I wasn't knawin' on your shoulder first!”
"No, you were talking about fucking me senseless and licking and you started it," she finished lamely.
“Well, like ya said… talkin' ain't doin',” he said with a deep pout and a grumble, holding her gently to him.
"Well, I thought you might be doing something about it." She snuggled close and rested her head against his.
“I would be ... in a few minutes... ain't a man 'llowed ta rest... I mean I juss' fucked ya senseless up on the bridge....”
"Mmm," she purred at the memory. "That you did."
“I'm an ole man...” he quipped.
Kissing his head sweetly. "Ain't old."
“Well, fine... tired...snuggly...cold… C'mere,” pulling her closer.
She snuggled close and kissed his head. "You're cold?"
“Well, nah... just wanted you closer withou' havin' ta exert myself too much...” snuggling up against her.
She smiled. "You are lazy, Jayne Cobb," she teased, nuzzling his nose.
“Oh, an’ ya ain't missy! Yer juss' as lazy!”
"Am not," she protested, moving her head back a little.
“Well, then Missus, yer lyin' ... an' bad at it…” He winked. “Yer juss' as lazy! So why dun' we juss' be lazy tagether... be more fun.”
She couldn't help but smile. "Would be fun." Nuzzling against him, she kissed him softly. "Of course, lots of things are fun with you, Jayne."
“Glad ya think so ... cause yer stuck wit' me... ferev'a...”
"Forever," she repeated.
“Sides, why do we wanna go up there wit Mal an' tha' big stick he got shoved up his pigu?”
"Well, we will have to go up there eventually. No food down here. No shower." Her fingers brushed softly over his arm around her.
“Yea, well we can deal wit' tha' lat'a,” he yawned mightily.
"Mmm." She kissed his nose and remembered something. "Think I have some pretzels stowed away down here somewhere."
“Wey, ya tryin' ta call me lazy again?”
"No. But you said we'd be lazy together and not go up there." She yawned. "They're around here somewhere."
He nodded. Just smile and agree. “Does it mean I gotta get up?”
"No, I'll get them." She snuggled closer. "In a minute."
Nodding. “Ya sure... iffen ya wan' I can get them... juss' let me ress' a few minutes?”
"No, no. I'll get them." She burrowed into his arms, wrapping her own tightly around him.
He began to play with her hair, running his fingers through her curls, cooing softly in her ear. She smiled and purred. "Yeah, pretzels can wait." Snuggling close, Zoë was soon drifting off to sleep.
“Mmmmhmmmmm, Pretzels can wait.” He yawned deeply and they lay there, wrapped up in each others arms. Not having a care in the world.
Our completed table... *sniffles* I can't believe it's over.
Oh wait, we have a whole table of smut coming... sweet... *has a turtle moment from Finding Nemo* Which reminds me of a Spanish class story... Well, there is a verb for escape pronounced "esCAPa" (or something like tha) and spelt like escape just like in the MOVIE!!!! *is way too tired and that damn test was hard* I'm fine, really... anyway...