A Scientific Mission
Title: A Scientific Mission
Author: FabledFigment
Disclaimer: There is no original content, except for the original content. All Hail Joss.
Timeline: Post BDM with sufficient ‘growing-up’ time for River.
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: bugchicklv's Porn-a-Thon
Prompt: Skin
A Rayne seduction one-shot challenge fulfillment. No more. Slightly cliched.
*
River’s approach was quiet and carefully timed. It would be counterproductive to spook the target, or to conduct the attempt in anything less than full privacy. There could be no tolerance for interference, no matter how well intentioned.
The ship was docked, which was a basic requirement. The target had announced his intention to disembark and was given leave by the captain. Both critical points.
The target had also deferred to the bathing schedule. That was important because River had carefully reorganized it to place him last on the list. He could be relied upon to wash thoroughly when his intention was to obtain 'trim.' Essential.
There was only one crew member nearby: Hank, the new pilot. Negligible threat. River sighed, the stage was finally set.
She was properly attired and in place. River shivered. The floor was cold under her bare feet. At least her button down lab coat had long sleeves and nearly brushed her knees.
She bit her lip, wondering again if he would really take her more seriously dressed as a researcher. It was a calculated risk based on previous conversations. Since her attire was tied in to her verbal preparations, it was too late to abandon the ruse without a full abort.
She shook her head, she was too close to success. Continue with the plan.
Her heart gave an entirely uncharacteristic jump when she heard the particular pipe squeal that meant his shower was over. She took a deep, steadying breath.
Almost too soon, the bunk hatch in the wall above her opened. Jayne clambered down the ladder - one handed, the other was busy rubbing a towel over his head.
River looked.
Her sense of propriety told her she shouldn’t, but she couldn’t stop herself. She wanted to know. Scientifically. The corner of her lips turned up. Right. Scientifically.
Yes, the towel in his hand was the only one on his person. Definitely man parts. Hmm, by the way they stood out slightly from his body, he was already anticipating his outing with partial arousal.
When Jayne left his ladder behind, River slipped silently into position, blocking his exit.
Jayne sensed her rather than saw her and froze.
It was a good thing that Hank was currently standing just outside of the main cargo airlock because the target was loud. Enormously loud.
“Argh! What the gorram hell are you doing in here?” He bellowed.
The entire mission hinged on successfully negotiating the next few moments.
“Sensory experimentation.” River said firmly. “It has been determined that you are the best subject within range.” That last was a slight fib, she had nearly determined that he was the only subject she wished to investigate. Ever.
“Nuh uh. Ain’t happening. MAL!” He yelled desperately.
River winced at the sheer volume of sound he could produce. She shook her head. “Out to collect supplies.”
“ZOE!?” His decibel level decreased.
“With Mal.” River smirked.
“Kaylee?” Jayne looked hopeful.
River shook her head again. “On an overnight excursion with Simon. He promised her a private hot tub.”
“Inara?” His voice was a whisper now.
“With clients.” River whispered back. "Plural."
“Hank?” Jayne already knew she’d taken care of the pilot too. This was an all out stealth attack.
“On the dock, looking for passengers and guarding the ship.” River confirmed.
“Ain’t nobody around to hear me scream while you torture me, is there?” Jayne asked hoarsely.
“Who said torture?” River smiled. “What I intend is a full sensory experiment involving your epidermis.”
“Huh? My what? No way.” Jayne backed up another step, leaving himself nowhere else to go. His calves had just hit his narrow bed.
“Your epidermis. The outermost layers of your skin.” River leaned towards him. “My research suggests you may find the experience pleasurable.”
That made Jayne pause, the pursuit of pleasure being one of his favorite activities. Hadn’t been expecting River to be a source of it, though. But no.
“No rutting way you’re experimenting on my skin.” He said firmly.
“A full sensory experiment.” River repeated. “Sight.” She lifted her chin defiantly, “Sound.” He groaned obligingly.
“Smell.” River inhaled, the whole room smelled pleasantly of him. “Touch.” She splayed her fingers in the air and slowly turned her wrist as if touching him from across the room.
“Taste.” She licked her lips and let her glance stray towards his man parts.
She was gratified to note that they had continued to grow in length and girth as she spoke.
Jayne was galvanized into action at this point. The towel which had been hanging ineffectually from his hand was suddenly thrust forward to cover his nethers.
River sighed, disappointed to have lost the view.
With fumbling motions, Jayne maneuvered the cloth into a crude loincloth.
River recognized she was losing ground. Time to even out the garment count slightly. Besides, stripping is an extremely effective tactic where most men are concerned. She smirked.
“Would it soothe you to examine me for hidden weapons?” River’s lab coat was buttoned up to her chin. She raised her hands and smoothly opened the top fastener.
Ah, yes, exactly the response she was looking for: dropped jaw, loss of mental acuity.
Until the fourth button, Jayne was convinced River wasn’t wearing anything below the long coat. Disappointment registered a moment before relief, so River knew she was on the right track.
Under the coat, her outfit was demure enough to wear out of doors. Her low cut tank top with brief matching shorts were chosen based on his previous responses to her attire.
River let the coat slip soundlessly to the floor and raised her hands to slowly frisk herself. Her eyes dared him to watch.
“Uh…”
River lifted the hem of her shirt until the bottom curves of her bare breasts should be just visible. She turned once, slowly, so he could see she wasn’t hiding anything in her waistband. Then she patted down both pant legs and raised them as high as they would go.
“Gah.”
“See, no weapons.” River smirked again when she realized he’d forgotten why she was exhibiting herself.
“Uh huh.” Jayne agreed, gulping for breath.
River stepped towards him, continuing to caress herself.
Jayne jumped slightly when River touched him, but didn’t protest.
Inwardly, River sighed. The most difficult mission objective was achieved. He was letting her touch him. Finally. After how many months of her unbearable longing? After how many jumpy reactions to her ‘accidental’ touches?
She let her hand trace the planes and hollows of his carefully maintained body. She investigated each scar that marred his skin, until now only seen from afar.
She inhaled deeply near his chest, allowing her nose to brush a manly nipple.
Jayne groaned.
“Sit.” River tugged his shoulders down. He obeyed without thinking.
He smelled faintly of soap, but his own familiar man-smells were quickly drowning that out.
His hair was still damp from the shower. As she worked, a drop of water rolled down the side of his neck towards his back. River touched it with her tongue, tracing the path towards his hairline.
His ear distracted her. So well shaped, so perfectly proportioned. She investigated with her tongue and pulled gently with her teeth.
Her hands reached for the towel knotted around his waist. “I’m going to remove this.” Her voice shook.
“Why?” He groaned.
“Because I want to.” River murmured. “Don’t you want me to?”
Jayne whimpered, she took that as consent. Ah, especially when he immediately turned his hips so that his man parts lay in the curve of her palm. Her fingers closed, just barely meeting tip to tip around him.
River lingered there for a long time, teasing his erection, massaging it with her fingers.
“Would you like to touch me?” She knew he wanted to. He’d fantasized about it often enough. Guiltily.
He took too long to answer, so River pulled her tank top off.
“Are you offering more than touching?” Jayne’s voice was strained.
River looked deeply into his eyes, knowing without Reading what ‘more’ he wanted.
“Yes.” She dropped her shirt and reached for her waistband. Silly man. He was still trying to think when her shorts hit her ankles.
“No.” Jayne groaned, he slumped and covered his eyes with the heels of both hands.
“Can’t. Shouldn’t. Kaylee, Mal, everyone will kill me. It’s the airlock for sure. I’m too old for you, just a rough, tough old goat who knows too many whores by their given names. Gorramit, I deserve to be strung up just for thinking about you like this.”
He interrupted himself with a deep ragged breath. “Girl, I shouldn’t be your first.” He opened his eyes and looked pleadingly up at her. “I ain’t the kind of guy any girl should give her first sexing to.” He believed it.
“You aren’t my first, Jayne.” Her lips twisted. “Not even close.”
“But…”
River riffled mentally through her list of prepared, coherent sentences. None fit perfectly, so she fell back on the truth instead. Maybe it gave too clear a view of their current situation, but she was willing to risk it.
“Female operatives are routinely trained in sexual methods of infiltration. I received such training before experimentation turned towards my physical brain. The average male doesn’t stand a chance against an operative.” River picked up his hand and brought it to her waist.
An instant of analysis told her to push it higher rather than lower. Despite her aching, he just wasn’t ready to touch her there yet. He hadn’t even looked properly. But he would be ready… just as soon as his conscience was done asserting itself.
In the meantime his palm felt divine wrapping itself around her breast.
River was already significantly aroused by the extensive planning that had brought them to this moment. Anticipation is so sweet when it comes to orgasms. His increasingly bold touch brought her to screaming sooner than either of them thought possible.
River straddled his lap, impaling herself on him before her insides ceased their tremors. Naturally, that set her off again.
“Wo de ma.” Jayne groaned. “I ain’t never felt anything like it.”
River recovered enough to start moving in his lap, skillful movements of her hips that teased them both.
With a wordless cry, Jayne turned them over so he could thrust mightily into her. She was so tight, so hot, so…
“River!”
She had no words left, so she screamed again as she peaked.
Jayne let himself come, deep inside her, saying her name again and again.
He had just enough presence of mind to roll off her so he didn’t crush her.
“Why?” Jayne whispered hoarsely when they were both recovered.
River touched him soothingly, unwilling to lose contact. “Would you believe I just wanted you?” She could tell her voice was a little too flippant.
Jayne stiffened. “Fine, if you don’t wanna tell me, just don’t.” He shifted her closer anyway, just in case she had any ideas about getting up to leave.
“I didn’t mean to be evasive.” River sighed. She was still quivering internally, with no plans to move anytime soon.
“I’ve been around the ‘Verse a time or two.” Jayne rumbled. “When a woman comes on real strong like you just did, she wants something. I thought for a bit you wanted a first time, since that wasn’t it...” He sighed. “Ain’t promising to deliver, but… spill.”
River examined and discarded answer after answer. Some of them surprised even her, none were appropriate at this juncture.
“Sex.” She said finally. It was the simplest and truest response.
Jayne shifted so he could see her face. “Sex?”
“Yes, what I want is frequent sex with you.”
His baser side leapt with joy. “With me?”
River rolled her eyes. “Yes, Jayne, with you. I could have anyone I wanted.”
“Sex with me… Yep, something I can give you.” Jayne kissed the top of her head, already imagining the next time.
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Author: FabledFigment
Disclaimer: There is no original content, except for the original content. All Hail Joss.
Timeline: Post BDM with sufficient ‘growing-up’ time for River.
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: bugchicklv's Porn-a-Thon
Prompt: Skin
A Rayne seduction one-shot challenge fulfillment. No more. Slightly cliched.
*
River’s approach was quiet and carefully timed. It would be counterproductive to spook the target, or to conduct the attempt in anything less than full privacy. There could be no tolerance for interference, no matter how well intentioned.
The ship was docked, which was a basic requirement. The target had announced his intention to disembark and was given leave by the captain. Both critical points.
The target had also deferred to the bathing schedule. That was important because River had carefully reorganized it to place him last on the list. He could be relied upon to wash thoroughly when his intention was to obtain 'trim.' Essential.
There was only one crew member nearby: Hank, the new pilot. Negligible threat. River sighed, the stage was finally set.
She was properly attired and in place. River shivered. The floor was cold under her bare feet. At least her button down lab coat had long sleeves and nearly brushed her knees.
She bit her lip, wondering again if he would really take her more seriously dressed as a researcher. It was a calculated risk based on previous conversations. Since her attire was tied in to her verbal preparations, it was too late to abandon the ruse without a full abort.
She shook her head, she was too close to success. Continue with the plan.
Her heart gave an entirely uncharacteristic jump when she heard the particular pipe squeal that meant his shower was over. She took a deep, steadying breath.
Almost too soon, the bunk hatch in the wall above her opened. Jayne clambered down the ladder - one handed, the other was busy rubbing a towel over his head.
River looked.
Her sense of propriety told her she shouldn’t, but she couldn’t stop herself. She wanted to know. Scientifically. The corner of her lips turned up. Right. Scientifically.
Yes, the towel in his hand was the only one on his person. Definitely man parts. Hmm, by the way they stood out slightly from his body, he was already anticipating his outing with partial arousal.
When Jayne left his ladder behind, River slipped silently into position, blocking his exit.
Jayne sensed her rather than saw her and froze.
It was a good thing that Hank was currently standing just outside of the main cargo airlock because the target was loud. Enormously loud.
“Argh! What the gorram hell are you doing in here?” He bellowed.
The entire mission hinged on successfully negotiating the next few moments.
“Sensory experimentation.” River said firmly. “It has been determined that you are the best subject within range.” That last was a slight fib, she had nearly determined that he was the only subject she wished to investigate. Ever.
“Nuh uh. Ain’t happening. MAL!” He yelled desperately.
River winced at the sheer volume of sound he could produce. She shook her head. “Out to collect supplies.”
“ZOE!?” His decibel level decreased.
“With Mal.” River smirked.
“Kaylee?” Jayne looked hopeful.
River shook her head again. “On an overnight excursion with Simon. He promised her a private hot tub.”
“Inara?” His voice was a whisper now.
“With clients.” River whispered back. "Plural."
“Hank?” Jayne already knew she’d taken care of the pilot too. This was an all out stealth attack.
“On the dock, looking for passengers and guarding the ship.” River confirmed.
“Ain’t nobody around to hear me scream while you torture me, is there?” Jayne asked hoarsely.
“Who said torture?” River smiled. “What I intend is a full sensory experiment involving your epidermis.”
“Huh? My what? No way.” Jayne backed up another step, leaving himself nowhere else to go. His calves had just hit his narrow bed.
“Your epidermis. The outermost layers of your skin.” River leaned towards him. “My research suggests you may find the experience pleasurable.”
That made Jayne pause, the pursuit of pleasure being one of his favorite activities. Hadn’t been expecting River to be a source of it, though. But no.
“No rutting way you’re experimenting on my skin.” He said firmly.
“A full sensory experiment.” River repeated. “Sight.” She lifted her chin defiantly, “Sound.” He groaned obligingly.
“Smell.” River inhaled, the whole room smelled pleasantly of him. “Touch.” She splayed her fingers in the air and slowly turned her wrist as if touching him from across the room.
“Taste.” She licked her lips and let her glance stray towards his man parts.
She was gratified to note that they had continued to grow in length and girth as she spoke.
Jayne was galvanized into action at this point. The towel which had been hanging ineffectually from his hand was suddenly thrust forward to cover his nethers.
River sighed, disappointed to have lost the view.
With fumbling motions, Jayne maneuvered the cloth into a crude loincloth.
River recognized she was losing ground. Time to even out the garment count slightly. Besides, stripping is an extremely effective tactic where most men are concerned. She smirked.
“Would it soothe you to examine me for hidden weapons?” River’s lab coat was buttoned up to her chin. She raised her hands and smoothly opened the top fastener.
Ah, yes, exactly the response she was looking for: dropped jaw, loss of mental acuity.
Until the fourth button, Jayne was convinced River wasn’t wearing anything below the long coat. Disappointment registered a moment before relief, so River knew she was on the right track.
Under the coat, her outfit was demure enough to wear out of doors. Her low cut tank top with brief matching shorts were chosen based on his previous responses to her attire.
River let the coat slip soundlessly to the floor and raised her hands to slowly frisk herself. Her eyes dared him to watch.
“Uh…”
River lifted the hem of her shirt until the bottom curves of her bare breasts should be just visible. She turned once, slowly, so he could see she wasn’t hiding anything in her waistband. Then she patted down both pant legs and raised them as high as they would go.
“Gah.”
“See, no weapons.” River smirked again when she realized he’d forgotten why she was exhibiting herself.
“Uh huh.” Jayne agreed, gulping for breath.
River stepped towards him, continuing to caress herself.
Jayne jumped slightly when River touched him, but didn’t protest.
Inwardly, River sighed. The most difficult mission objective was achieved. He was letting her touch him. Finally. After how many months of her unbearable longing? After how many jumpy reactions to her ‘accidental’ touches?
She let her hand trace the planes and hollows of his carefully maintained body. She investigated each scar that marred his skin, until now only seen from afar.
She inhaled deeply near his chest, allowing her nose to brush a manly nipple.
Jayne groaned.
“Sit.” River tugged his shoulders down. He obeyed without thinking.
He smelled faintly of soap, but his own familiar man-smells were quickly drowning that out.
His hair was still damp from the shower. As she worked, a drop of water rolled down the side of his neck towards his back. River touched it with her tongue, tracing the path towards his hairline.
His ear distracted her. So well shaped, so perfectly proportioned. She investigated with her tongue and pulled gently with her teeth.
Her hands reached for the towel knotted around his waist. “I’m going to remove this.” Her voice shook.
“Why?” He groaned.
“Because I want to.” River murmured. “Don’t you want me to?”
Jayne whimpered, she took that as consent. Ah, especially when he immediately turned his hips so that his man parts lay in the curve of her palm. Her fingers closed, just barely meeting tip to tip around him.
River lingered there for a long time, teasing his erection, massaging it with her fingers.
“Would you like to touch me?” She knew he wanted to. He’d fantasized about it often enough. Guiltily.
He took too long to answer, so River pulled her tank top off.
“Are you offering more than touching?” Jayne’s voice was strained.
River looked deeply into his eyes, knowing without Reading what ‘more’ he wanted.
“Yes.” She dropped her shirt and reached for her waistband. Silly man. He was still trying to think when her shorts hit her ankles.
“No.” Jayne groaned, he slumped and covered his eyes with the heels of both hands.
“Can’t. Shouldn’t. Kaylee, Mal, everyone will kill me. It’s the airlock for sure. I’m too old for you, just a rough, tough old goat who knows too many whores by their given names. Gorramit, I deserve to be strung up just for thinking about you like this.”
He interrupted himself with a deep ragged breath. “Girl, I shouldn’t be your first.” He opened his eyes and looked pleadingly up at her. “I ain’t the kind of guy any girl should give her first sexing to.” He believed it.
“You aren’t my first, Jayne.” Her lips twisted. “Not even close.”
“But…”
River riffled mentally through her list of prepared, coherent sentences. None fit perfectly, so she fell back on the truth instead. Maybe it gave too clear a view of their current situation, but she was willing to risk it.
“Female operatives are routinely trained in sexual methods of infiltration. I received such training before experimentation turned towards my physical brain. The average male doesn’t stand a chance against an operative.” River picked up his hand and brought it to her waist.
An instant of analysis told her to push it higher rather than lower. Despite her aching, he just wasn’t ready to touch her there yet. He hadn’t even looked properly. But he would be ready… just as soon as his conscience was done asserting itself.
In the meantime his palm felt divine wrapping itself around her breast.
River was already significantly aroused by the extensive planning that had brought them to this moment. Anticipation is so sweet when it comes to orgasms. His increasingly bold touch brought her to screaming sooner than either of them thought possible.
River straddled his lap, impaling herself on him before her insides ceased their tremors. Naturally, that set her off again.
“Wo de ma.” Jayne groaned. “I ain’t never felt anything like it.”
River recovered enough to start moving in his lap, skillful movements of her hips that teased them both.
With a wordless cry, Jayne turned them over so he could thrust mightily into her. She was so tight, so hot, so…
“River!”
She had no words left, so she screamed again as she peaked.
Jayne let himself come, deep inside her, saying her name again and again.
He had just enough presence of mind to roll off her so he didn’t crush her.
“Why?” Jayne whispered hoarsely when they were both recovered.
River touched him soothingly, unwilling to lose contact. “Would you believe I just wanted you?” She could tell her voice was a little too flippant.
Jayne stiffened. “Fine, if you don’t wanna tell me, just don’t.” He shifted her closer anyway, just in case she had any ideas about getting up to leave.
“I didn’t mean to be evasive.” River sighed. She was still quivering internally, with no plans to move anytime soon.
“I’ve been around the ‘Verse a time or two.” Jayne rumbled. “When a woman comes on real strong like you just did, she wants something. I thought for a bit you wanted a first time, since that wasn’t it...” He sighed. “Ain’t promising to deliver, but… spill.”
River examined and discarded answer after answer. Some of them surprised even her, none were appropriate at this juncture.
“Sex.” She said finally. It was the simplest and truest response.
Jayne shifted so he could see her face. “Sex?”
“Yes, what I want is frequent sex with you.”
His baser side leapt with joy. “With me?”
River rolled her eyes. “Yes, Jayne, with you. I could have anyone I wanted.”
“Sex with me… Yep, something I can give you.” Jayne kissed the top of her head, already imagining the next time.
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