Cold Hands, Warm Heart
Firefly fic
TITLE: Cold Hands, Warm Heart
GENRE: Romance/ Smut
AUTHOR: elaine451
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything. It all belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. Just for fun and hopefully entertainment, no dollars are being earned.
RATING: Strong M, may possibly be considered NC-17
SPOILERS: no real spoilers, takes place after BDM
SUMMARY: River has warm memories of her youth and is making hotter ones with Jayne.
CHARACTERS/PAIRING: River/Jayne, Mal, Zoë, Simon, Kaylee
DATE STARTED: February 2008
STATUS: Complete
WORD COUNT: about 1028
FEEDBACK: Most welcomed and appreciated
NOTES: First entry in my journal, hope I do it right
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Cold hands, warm heart.
That’s what her nanny use to declare when she came in from playing; her little hands icy cold, her nose running, her small cheeks rosy.
Cold hands, warm heart.
Nanny would take both her tiny hands in her plump ones and blow warm air on them.
“Ah love,” she’d whisper, “you’re hands are like ice cycles and the master’s like to have a piece of my hide for lettin’ you play outside, but…” she’s give River a wink, “what he don’t know won’t kill us.”
River would smile back at her fellow conspirator. “My fault, I should’ve remembered my mittens.”
“Spilt milk, you have too many things to remember as it is. Does this old body good to see you runnin’ about like the child you are.” With another twinkle in her eye and a slight grin.
“Besides, you know what they say?” Nanny would wait as River nodded and in unison they would recite one of Nanny’s favorite maxims.
“Cold hands, warm heart.”
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If cold hands meant a warm heart, then his heart must colder than the black because his hands were blistering. So hot it felt as if they scorched her skin, so hot she felt as if she must be branded.
Writhing against those hot hands, River questioned in the back of her mind why she continued to come to him. She groaned deeply in her chest as he replaced his hands with his cock, her questions quickly answered as she began another ascent as he rode her hard.
“Jayne, Jayne, Jayne…” She breathlessly panted his name. Mindlessly, she’d repeat his name over and over again when he sexed her. Mindlessly. She loved having no thought save the sensations he caused in her. Mindlessly. She closed her eyes and rode out another orgasm.
He loved it when she called his name over and over, her voice husky with passion. It pushed him closer to the edge, but he held back as he pounded into her. Deeper, deeper. She could take all of him and never complained, she actually begged him to go deeper, harder.
“Yes Jayne, yes, now, now, NOW!” He covered her mouth with his to keep her from alerting the whole ship to her powerful orgasm. She arched into him as she sucked deeply on his tongue, relishing his taste. The only time he kissed her was when she came too hard; it was the only way to keep her from screaming out his name.
Jayne had to smile to himself, she always came hard. So she always had him breakin’ his rule. But really, he thought, kissin’ her was no hardship.
He muffled her cries, taking in all her sweetness, groaning as she spasmed around his cock, his body went rigid and he exploded deep within her. He collapsed on top of her, oblivious that his weight might be crushing her.
River wrapped her arms around him, loving the feel of his whole weight on top of her. He never treated her as a fragile girl. He treated her as a person, a woman, one who could handle anything he might throw at her, including 200 plus pounds of glorious body. She ran her hand up and down his damp back, relishing the thought that she caused all his sweat. She smiled at her thoughts.
He felt her smiling in the darkened room and shifted his weight so he could pull her against his chest.
“What you smilin’ at crazy?” His voice was sleepy.
“Mmm, my body feels happy so I was smiling.” She ran her palm over his chest.
“Wuo duh ma! You got some cold little hands there.” He took them in his and rubbed them together.
“Well, you know what they say?” She looked up at him, there eyes meeting in the dark.
He laughed at her playfulness; she was only like this with him, deep under his covers.
“Cold hands, warm heart?” He asked, knowing it was the answer.
“Ummm, cold hands…” She moved her hands down to wrap around him. “Feel good?”
“Ai-ya, feels like heaven little girl.” He moaned deep within his chest as he felt himself harden again. She was the only woman he’d ever met who wanted to have sex as often as he did. Actually, he had to admit to himself, she plumb wore him out.
She sat up quickly. “Cao! I have to leave. Now!” River jumped up and pulled her dress over her head.
“The captain’s looking for you and he’ll be here soon.” She leaned over and kissed Jayne before he had a chance to object. In fact, he kissed her back. With a sly smile, River was up and out of his bunk before he could even cognize the fact.
With a small shudder, Jayne rose and pulled on his shirt and pants, quickly making his bed just seconds before Mal started pounding on the hatch.
“You down there Jayne? ‘Cause that is not where you’re supposed to be. You ‘bes be gettin’ down to the cargo bay and start unloadin’ what me and Zoë brought back.” With a final kick, Mal stalked away.
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“Mei mei, you’ve been looking a bit tired lately. Are you sleeping alright? Are you having nightmares? I could give you a smoother to help you sleep.” Simon was as ever, overly-concerned where his sister was concerned.
“Oh Simon, will ya stop already and leave the poor girl alone?” Kaylee winked at her friend, knowin’ just why she was lookin’ a bit peaked.
River smiled back as she laid her hand on her brother’s arm.
“Yes, Simon. She, I mean I, I am just fine.” She brushed a light kiss to his forehead.
“Lao tyen yeh! River, your hands are like ice.” He took them between his own.
“Well doc, you know what they say?” Jayne gave River a smirk.
Looking up at her beautiful mercenary, she grinned right back at him.
“Cold hands, warm heart.” The two burst out laughing, surprising Simon and Mal, but merely receiving a knowing look from the women of Serenity.
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Translations:
- Wuo duh ma: Mother of Jesus
-Cao: fuck
- Lao tyen yeh: Oh god
TITLE: Cold Hands, Warm Heart
GENRE: Romance/ Smut
AUTHOR: elaine451
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything. It all belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. Just for fun and hopefully entertainment, no dollars are being earned.
RATING: Strong M, may possibly be considered NC-17
SPOILERS: no real spoilers, takes place after BDM
SUMMARY: River has warm memories of her youth and is making hotter ones with Jayne.
CHARACTERS/PAIRING: River/Jayne, Mal, Zoë, Simon, Kaylee
DATE STARTED: February 2008
STATUS: Complete
WORD COUNT: about 1028
FEEDBACK: Most welcomed and appreciated
NOTES: First entry in my journal, hope I do it right
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Cold hands, warm heart.
That’s what her nanny use to declare when she came in from playing; her little hands icy cold, her nose running, her small cheeks rosy.
Cold hands, warm heart.
Nanny would take both her tiny hands in her plump ones and blow warm air on them.
“Ah love,” she’d whisper, “you’re hands are like ice cycles and the master’s like to have a piece of my hide for lettin’ you play outside, but…” she’s give River a wink, “what he don’t know won’t kill us.”
River would smile back at her fellow conspirator. “My fault, I should’ve remembered my mittens.”
“Spilt milk, you have too many things to remember as it is. Does this old body good to see you runnin’ about like the child you are.” With another twinkle in her eye and a slight grin.
“Besides, you know what they say?” Nanny would wait as River nodded and in unison they would recite one of Nanny’s favorite maxims.
“Cold hands, warm heart.”
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If cold hands meant a warm heart, then his heart must colder than the black because his hands were blistering. So hot it felt as if they scorched her skin, so hot she felt as if she must be branded.
Writhing against those hot hands, River questioned in the back of her mind why she continued to come to him. She groaned deeply in her chest as he replaced his hands with his cock, her questions quickly answered as she began another ascent as he rode her hard.
“Jayne, Jayne, Jayne…” She breathlessly panted his name. Mindlessly, she’d repeat his name over and over again when he sexed her. Mindlessly. She loved having no thought save the sensations he caused in her. Mindlessly. She closed her eyes and rode out another orgasm.
He loved it when she called his name over and over, her voice husky with passion. It pushed him closer to the edge, but he held back as he pounded into her. Deeper, deeper. She could take all of him and never complained, she actually begged him to go deeper, harder.
“Yes Jayne, yes, now, now, NOW!” He covered her mouth with his to keep her from alerting the whole ship to her powerful orgasm. She arched into him as she sucked deeply on his tongue, relishing his taste. The only time he kissed her was when she came too hard; it was the only way to keep her from screaming out his name.
Jayne had to smile to himself, she always came hard. So she always had him breakin’ his rule. But really, he thought, kissin’ her was no hardship.
He muffled her cries, taking in all her sweetness, groaning as she spasmed around his cock, his body went rigid and he exploded deep within her. He collapsed on top of her, oblivious that his weight might be crushing her.
River wrapped her arms around him, loving the feel of his whole weight on top of her. He never treated her as a fragile girl. He treated her as a person, a woman, one who could handle anything he might throw at her, including 200 plus pounds of glorious body. She ran her hand up and down his damp back, relishing the thought that she caused all his sweat. She smiled at her thoughts.
He felt her smiling in the darkened room and shifted his weight so he could pull her against his chest.
“What you smilin’ at crazy?” His voice was sleepy.
“Mmm, my body feels happy so I was smiling.” She ran her palm over his chest.
“Wuo duh ma! You got some cold little hands there.” He took them in his and rubbed them together.
“Well, you know what they say?” She looked up at him, there eyes meeting in the dark.
He laughed at her playfulness; she was only like this with him, deep under his covers.
“Cold hands, warm heart?” He asked, knowing it was the answer.
“Ummm, cold hands…” She moved her hands down to wrap around him. “Feel good?”
“Ai-ya, feels like heaven little girl.” He moaned deep within his chest as he felt himself harden again. She was the only woman he’d ever met who wanted to have sex as often as he did. Actually, he had to admit to himself, she plumb wore him out.
She sat up quickly. “Cao! I have to leave. Now!” River jumped up and pulled her dress over her head.
“The captain’s looking for you and he’ll be here soon.” She leaned over and kissed Jayne before he had a chance to object. In fact, he kissed her back. With a sly smile, River was up and out of his bunk before he could even cognize the fact.
With a small shudder, Jayne rose and pulled on his shirt and pants, quickly making his bed just seconds before Mal started pounding on the hatch.
“You down there Jayne? ‘Cause that is not where you’re supposed to be. You ‘bes be gettin’ down to the cargo bay and start unloadin’ what me and Zoë brought back.” With a final kick, Mal stalked away.
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“Mei mei, you’ve been looking a bit tired lately. Are you sleeping alright? Are you having nightmares? I could give you a smoother to help you sleep.” Simon was as ever, overly-concerned where his sister was concerned.
“Oh Simon, will ya stop already and leave the poor girl alone?” Kaylee winked at her friend, knowin’ just why she was lookin’ a bit peaked.
River smiled back as she laid her hand on her brother’s arm.
“Yes, Simon. She, I mean I, I am just fine.” She brushed a light kiss to his forehead.
“Lao tyen yeh! River, your hands are like ice.” He took them between his own.
“Well doc, you know what they say?” Jayne gave River a smirk.
Looking up at her beautiful mercenary, she grinned right back at him.
“Cold hands, warm heart.” The two burst out laughing, surprising Simon and Mal, but merely receiving a knowing look from the women of Serenity.
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Translations:
- Wuo duh ma: Mother of Jesus
-Cao: fuck
- Lao tyen yeh: Oh god