Like Blood in the Rayne Interlude II - Chapter 16
Jayne carried River through the bedroom door Ms. Wells held open for him, moving past the woman quickly and into the room far enough that he could see it all. He didn’t think he’d ever seen so many expensive things in one place as this house held. The part of his brain that always kicked in when money was around started listing items he could see and their black market values.
Virginia Wells’ voice interrupted his calculations and brought him back to reality. “Are you quite certain there’s nothing I can get for her?”
Jayne looked down and River’s head rolled against his shoulder. “Nah. I got her. Thanks.” He answered, not wanting any help. He promised River he’d take care of her if she needed him and he meant to do just that.
When Ms. Wells shut the door and left them alone, Jayne looked around the room again while carrying River to the enormous bed. He took note of the fancy lamps, oil paintings and heavy velvet curtains. All the furniture was real wood and the bedding embroidered silk. Jayne wondered who could ever feel comfortable in a room like this but laying River down on the bed, he knew who could. She looked utterly at home and natural in the opulent setting, as if she belonged with all the fancy things in the ‘verse.
He sat softly on the edge of the bed, trying not to disturb her and smoothed the hair out of her face slowly, relishing the feel of the strands as they ran between his fingers. When her eyes fluttered open and met his, all sleepy looking and trusting, Jayne felt as if he were falling into them.
The moon brained girl sighed. “Quiet now. Voices gone.” She reached up to touch his face, fingers running over his forehead. “You make it better.”
“Good to know. Gettin' that brother of yours to stop frettin’ over you so I could bring you up here, not exactly easy.” Jayne quipped.
She went to sit up. “Should let him know I’m…”
Jayne caught her with a palm across her chest. He didn’t want her to leave. “Don’t be running off. He’ll survive.” His hand lingered and he felt the rise and fall of her chest accelerate. Suddenly, his not wanting her to leave became his needing her to stay.
He watched her for a moment, transfixed, his eyes following the internal movement of her breath traveling out. Reaching her lips, his gaze paused to observe their quivering. “Not going anywhere now.” She whispered but it sounded loud in the quiet room.
Jayne raised his eyes at last to meet hers again, finding them dark with her arousal, pupils so dilated, that they looked black in the dim light. He was overwhelmed with unaccustomed feelings and tried to joke away his nervousness. “You didn’t bring all those little pictures of yours along with any ideas, did you? My shoulder still hurts from last night.”
River’s brow creased in a frown he immediately wished he could smooth away. “Faulty calculations. Need to be recalculated and redrawn before further attempts.” She looked away.
Gorramit. He felt guilty. He rutting hated that feeling. “Now I gone and made you feel bad.” He said with regret, knowing he was supposed to be helping her adding to his guilt.
River looked back at him, making him feel all strange inside, almost worried. “Irrelevant. Do you trust me?” She asked.
Jayne wondered where the hell that question came from. He wasn’t really the trusting sort, after all, too many bad deals gone by for trust to come easily. Something in her face, though, told him it was the most important question she ever asked of him. He wanted to trust her, really he did, but was afraid of it. He tried to cover for the difficulty with more humor. “Gone and gave you a gun, didn’t I? Wouldn’t have done that if I thought were me you’d likely shoot at.”
“Forgive me.” She begged. “I don’t mean to hurt you.”
He figured she was still jawing about his shoulder. “Don’t worry about it, moon brain. It’ll heal up right quick.”
The tears in her eyes puzzled him but he didn’t stop her when she once again attempted to sit up. River slowly raised her left hand up to touch his face, traced over the hard edges of his cheekbones, his jaw. One finger feathered lightly over the scar on one side, the smallest of his many scars and shaped like a little crescent. She looked to be memorizing its curve. “Drawings were wrong. Incomplete. Left this out. Too important to forget again.”
When Jayne went to speak, River pressed her lips to his to stop him. Girl was making a regular deal of shutting him up that way, not that he minded all that much. She kissed him until all the words left him and he didn’t want to fight, forgot what he even wanted to say, and forgot to care what the words even were anyway. They could talk later, much later.
Caught off guard by the force of her advance, he threaded his hands into her hair to steady her, to ground himself, and to try to wrest back control. Hell, he really couldn’t say when he lost it. He held her head still so he could do as he wished and felt her lips curve into a smile under his. He kissed her for hours, or so it seemed, and pulled his teeth in a light scrape over her bottom lip when he did finally move away, allowing them both a moment to breathe.
Jayne let a hand roam up her thigh, feeling her skin shake beneath her trousers. When he leaned down to kiss her breasts, only the fabric of her top keeping him from her skin, she arched like a bow, giving him free reign over her. That was all manner of hot, which got him to wondering if that meant she was still the one in control after all and he was just doing exactly what she wanted. All right, he could go with that. He moved back up and, looking her in the eye, saw the same desire as he felt pouring out of her.
“Girl, we gotta do somethin’ about all these gorram clothes.” When she nodded, he began to slide her shirt off first, and then slowly did the same with every other garment she wore. Taking his time and dropping light, closed-mouth kisses on her exposed skin occasionally, he held back, only kissing in places that would entice but would not up the ante until all her clothes were tossed aside.
River followed his lead well, too well for Jayne’s comfort. When she said something the night before about dancers having excellent physical memory and taking direction well, he saw right off what she meant. The girl had a handy knack for picking up on things real quick like. She peeled off his clothes in the same teasing fashion, just barely kissing his bare spots and driving him mad with want in the process.
With both of them naked at last, she sighed when Jayne bent down to the curve of her milky throat. Jayne breathed in the scent of her, the fresh scent of both nothing and everything. He groaned at the sensation and nipped at her neck playfully with his teeth, needing to know if she tasted as delicious as she smelled. “Nî hâo mêi.” He muttered in amazement because she sure as hell did. Moving his body just enough so he could reach his head around behind her and find more skin to taste, he ran his nose down over the nape of her neck and kissed the thinly covered bones he found at the top of her back.
Jayne moved completely behind her, running his hands up her sides and over her breasts. Twisting one already pert nipple with his rough fingers, he moved the other arm to hold her against him, her back to his chest. He felt her wiggling against him, heard her giggle, and loosened his hold to let her turn around. She pressed a kiss to his jaw, gentle like a butterfly landing, when they were face to face again.
He pressed against her so she had no other option than to lie down across the plush mattress, following her down and growing harder every second. He could feel the tension leaving most of his body to concentrate in a cluster of need. Jayne wanted nothing more than to slip inside of her without ceremony but knew he still needed to move more gently with her, despite her eagerness and willingness to learn. Her warm hand wrapping around him came as a complete surprise. He hissed, “Not yet, baby girl,” and pulled her hand away.
Jayne slid down a ways to kiss her breasts, giving her little bites and nips all the way around the outer edges of their mounds. When he gave in to his desire and scraped his teeth over one aroused nipple, he inexplicably hardened even further. As his lips tugged gently first at one nipple, and then the other, River arched and moaned, clawing at his back. He rolled his tongue around one hard point, loving the sound of her harsh breathing.
He pressed kisses, hard and open-mouthed kisses that matched his state of want, down her stomach. His tongue and lips traveled downward, meandering in seemingly random patterns until he reached her thighs. Moving her legs apart and bent with a light push from his hands, he trailed soft kisses down from her raised knees. Jayne waited for River to strain toward him before he let his mouth explore where he so desperately wanted to taste her.
Feeling her start to quake and with his thumb pressed hard against her and precisely placed for maximum effect, he looked up across her body and savored the way she shivered, the way she breathed in stuttering gasps when she burst. She was amazing, something he never thought he’d touch let alone be able to call his own. His girl, Jayne watched her in wonder. River Tam wasn’t just a girl to him any longer, not even just the crazy girl. She was his girl.
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I decided you should know the main curse words by now but…
*Help with the new Chinese, just in case:
Nî hâo mêi - You are so beautiful.