Fic: Counting (An Epilogue)
Oh wow...it's been almost 2 months coming, but I finally managed to handcuff my muse to my desk long enough to finish this gorram epilogue...it's been an idea just lazying about on my computer for too damn long!
The Freckle Saga in entirety/roundup post is at my lj, and you are free to go back and refresh on the various trials I put poor Jayne and Kaylee through before getting with the naked fun [wink]. Or you can enjoy this little bit! Either way, I hope you do (enjoy, that is) and forgive me (and my traitorous muse) for taking so long!
Title: Counting (An Epilogue)
Author: me! (maantre)
Summary: And you thought we were through with the freckles...ha!
Rating: R - there's some Jaylee lovin'!
Pairing: my favorite rough n' tumble merc and shiny mechanic
Spoilers/Timeline: An epilogue to the Freckle Saga
Disclaimer: I don't own the 'verse, but I'm having a lot of fun with it!
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For the Freckle Saga in entirety, click H E R E!
She slowly swam out of a pleasure exhausted haze, feeling the warm lips licking and sucking at her skin.
It was and at the same time wasn't a surprise (weren't a morning she didn't wake up with his hands and mouth touching, kissing, stroking…)
There had been many good mornings.
But her body told her it was the middle of night and she could feel his weight sprawled across the end of the bed and her…knee? Is he tonguing my knee?
"Jayne, what are you doing?"
He looked up from his work only for a second, warmth filling him at the sight of her sleep mussed and confused arousal.
"It's all their fault." He said seriously and went back to a spot a few inches up from where he was last kissing, giving it the same careful attention. She could feel the lingering wetness from his earlier stops on her leg, and sighed under his expert teeth for a long moment. Her eyes immediately flew open in shock and worry but before she could do much more than draw a breath for concern he stopped her with a warm palm low on her abdomen. "I'm fine; the leg is fine, stop wiggling."
"What are you doing?" She finally settled for, rising up on her elbows to watch his intense concentration on seemingly random spots of skin. He had moved up her left leg now to the curve of one hip, and the fingers of the hand on her belly were gently massaging their way lower.
"I'm counting." He said between laps at her skin, and she smothered a chuckle.
"Counting?" The hand slid to her other side without delving between her already quaking thighs and she whimpered a bit in disappointment.
"Counting." He said, starting on the right leg by placing a shiver inducing kiss in the arch of her foot. He grinned wickedly at her moan, and continued on his way. It was maddening, his warmth and weight and careful attention, and she was happy (though verging on impatient) to revel in the equally arousing wanderings.
"Not that I mind," she murmured, smoothing a palm over one sensitive breast "but what are you counting?" He swallowed thickly at sight of nimble fingers against the dusky pink of her delicate skin and struggled for self-control before answering.
"Your freckles. You're covered in gorram freckles!" Then she was laughing, the full body shaking laughter that he loved to watch (with or without clothes) and he grinned in reply. "It's all their fault!" Her quivers slowed as he languorously mapped a path up the other leg, pausing to nip at the hip before flipping her easily over onto her stomach.
"Jayne!" her shriek was muffled, but he was too busy smiling at her shapely derriere to bother answering. "Jayne, you're gonna get it-." she started to say, turning her face free of the pillow to enunciate the threat. Her voice dissolved into another shriek as her bottom was firmly pinched.
"Shh, you're gonna make me lose count," he said with all seriousness, spotting another one on the tender flesh behind her knee. If the sounds she kept making weren't distracting enough, the slowly building flush over satiny skin was making it harder and harder to keep the numbers straight in his head. Wasn't usually excited by numbers, but this here was the kind of math Jayne was more than willing to study.
"And why exactly would that be such a terrible thing?" Her smile was dangerous over one creamy shoulder, and the hands on her calves tightened the slightest bit.
"I'd have to start all over again, woman!" he said with as much indignation as his heightening arousal would allow. She was laughing again and then slithering through his arms to face him; with a firm yank she hauled him to the bed and rolled him beneath her.
"Remember where you left off?" she asked as she settled around his hipbones, careful of his still healing muscles.
"Nope." His grin was wide and Kaylee had a sudden, crystal clear image of what he must've looked like as a young boy elbow deep in mischief. He propped himself up on his elbows and kissed the freckle on her chin.
"You're never gonna get through 'em all!" She laughed and sighed as he burrowed under her hair to the sensitive skin underneath.
"That a challenge?" His growl rumbled against her throat as his clever lips sought out another faint spot on her creamy skin.
"Go ahead and try, but as I remember it you're 0 for 2," she mumbled, words hitching a bit as teeth gently scraped along her pulse.
"Hey now, at best we're at a draw!" He pulled away suddenly, growling at her inaccurate score card. "I seem to remember you endin' up in my tub after all and 'less my head got knocked around on that infirm'ry bed, we called a truce!" It was her eyes, all wide and gleaming innocent, that had him wary - she always got that expression right before she did something most decidedly not.
"Draw?" She asked with those huge eyes. "Truce?" Her fingernails raked down his chest and he hissed in equal parts pleasure and pain. "Not in my book, old man." He opened his mouth to protest (the point and the jab at his age) but after a quick coordinated movement of her hands and hips all he could manage was a half strangled groan. She smiled smugly, settled comfortably on him and waited for his eyes to refocus.
"'Lee," he tried, but a careful flex of her muscles had his vision spotting and on the verge of blacking out.
"Way I see it," she said, panting a little with her firm grip, "I won those fair and square, what with you tryin' to die on me and all." She smiled sweetly at his prone form beneath her, loving the way her big, muscled, rough and tumble man was utterly helpless at her hands.
"Aw, c'mon bao bei, I almost die all the time!" he wheedled, growling as her hands slapped his away from her skin, and held them to the bed at his sides. "When the hell did you get so gorram strong," he grunted, and moaned as her slick folds relaxed and tightened again.
"Tell me." She had to grit her teeth and firmly order her limbs under control (traitorous, shameless appendages wanted to move on him as desperately as he did). "And fast, because I'm libel to kill you like this."
"Oh God, 'Lee, you gotta move!" He begged, arching under her hips and the delicious friction her warmth was promising.
"Say it!" Her own voice was beginning to strain, her skin glistening with the effort of remaining still - he was all a manner of inviting, spread out and at her mercy. It just wasn't in her to make him suffer…for very long.
"Oh, fine." He finally rumbled deep in his chest, eyes slipping closed and head lolling back on the bed. "Give, Uncle, surrender, you win! You win it all…you win those ones, and this one and every gorram one to come, gei ai de lao tian , woman, I'm dying right now!"
When she didn't say a word or give in to his desperate plea, he mustered up the strength to crack one eyelid to peer out from under. Her gloriously naked body was (as always) a vision of heaven but it wasn't what his gaze locked on. It was her smile, bright and brilliant and shiny as anything he'd ever laid eyes on, triumphant and amused and baiting all in one. It occurred to him (dimly at the moment, it would return full force later) that he would gladly concede all battles to her, if it meant she would look at him like that.
"Wo ai ni, bao bei." She murmured, raising one of his large hands up to her mouth and pressing a kiss into his palm. "Even if you're a big ol' loser." He grinned at her, tugging at her bottom lip until she leaned down far enough for him to meet it with his own.
"Don't gloat." He growled into her mouth, gorging his senses on her softness and scent as their bodies finally rose and fell together. After the sweaty tangle of bliss and limbs, he would hold her to him through the cool of night. He'd work a little creative revenge in the morning, content in the knowledge that losing to her felt very much like victory.
Losing and math…and freckles. He was one lucky man.
The Freckle Saga in entirety/roundup post is at my lj, and you are free to go back and refresh on the various trials I put poor Jayne and Kaylee through before getting with the naked fun [wink]. Or you can enjoy this little bit! Either way, I hope you do (enjoy, that is) and forgive me (and my traitorous muse) for taking so long!
Title: Counting (An Epilogue)
Author: me! (maantre)
Summary: And you thought we were through with the freckles...ha!
Rating: R - there's some Jaylee lovin'!
Pairing: my favorite rough n' tumble merc and shiny mechanic
Spoilers/Timeline: An epilogue to the Freckle Saga
Disclaimer: I don't own the 'verse, but I'm having a lot of fun with it!
~*~
For the Freckle Saga in entirety, click H E R E!
She slowly swam out of a pleasure exhausted haze, feeling the warm lips licking and sucking at her skin.
It was and at the same time wasn't a surprise (weren't a morning she didn't wake up with his hands and mouth touching, kissing, stroking…)
There had been many good mornings.
But her body told her it was the middle of night and she could feel his weight sprawled across the end of the bed and her…knee? Is he tonguing my knee?
"Jayne, what are you doing?"
He looked up from his work only for a second, warmth filling him at the sight of her sleep mussed and confused arousal.
"It's all their fault." He said seriously and went back to a spot a few inches up from where he was last kissing, giving it the same careful attention. She could feel the lingering wetness from his earlier stops on her leg, and sighed under his expert teeth for a long moment. Her eyes immediately flew open in shock and worry but before she could do much more than draw a breath for concern he stopped her with a warm palm low on her abdomen. "I'm fine; the leg is fine, stop wiggling."
"What are you doing?" She finally settled for, rising up on her elbows to watch his intense concentration on seemingly random spots of skin. He had moved up her left leg now to the curve of one hip, and the fingers of the hand on her belly were gently massaging their way lower.
"I'm counting." He said between laps at her skin, and she smothered a chuckle.
"Counting?" The hand slid to her other side without delving between her already quaking thighs and she whimpered a bit in disappointment.
"Counting." He said, starting on the right leg by placing a shiver inducing kiss in the arch of her foot. He grinned wickedly at her moan, and continued on his way. It was maddening, his warmth and weight and careful attention, and she was happy (though verging on impatient) to revel in the equally arousing wanderings.
"Not that I mind," she murmured, smoothing a palm over one sensitive breast "but what are you counting?" He swallowed thickly at sight of nimble fingers against the dusky pink of her delicate skin and struggled for self-control before answering.
"Your freckles. You're covered in gorram freckles!" Then she was laughing, the full body shaking laughter that he loved to watch (with or without clothes) and he grinned in reply. "It's all their fault!" Her quivers slowed as he languorously mapped a path up the other leg, pausing to nip at the hip before flipping her easily over onto her stomach.
"Jayne!" her shriek was muffled, but he was too busy smiling at her shapely derriere to bother answering. "Jayne, you're gonna get it-." she started to say, turning her face free of the pillow to enunciate the threat. Her voice dissolved into another shriek as her bottom was firmly pinched.
"Shh, you're gonna make me lose count," he said with all seriousness, spotting another one on the tender flesh behind her knee. If the sounds she kept making weren't distracting enough, the slowly building flush over satiny skin was making it harder and harder to keep the numbers straight in his head. Wasn't usually excited by numbers, but this here was the kind of math Jayne was more than willing to study.
"And why exactly would that be such a terrible thing?" Her smile was dangerous over one creamy shoulder, and the hands on her calves tightened the slightest bit.
"I'd have to start all over again, woman!" he said with as much indignation as his heightening arousal would allow. She was laughing again and then slithering through his arms to face him; with a firm yank she hauled him to the bed and rolled him beneath her.
"Remember where you left off?" she asked as she settled around his hipbones, careful of his still healing muscles.
"Nope." His grin was wide and Kaylee had a sudden, crystal clear image of what he must've looked like as a young boy elbow deep in mischief. He propped himself up on his elbows and kissed the freckle on her chin.
"You're never gonna get through 'em all!" She laughed and sighed as he burrowed under her hair to the sensitive skin underneath.
"That a challenge?" His growl rumbled against her throat as his clever lips sought out another faint spot on her creamy skin.
"Go ahead and try, but as I remember it you're 0 for 2," she mumbled, words hitching a bit as teeth gently scraped along her pulse.
"Hey now, at best we're at a draw!" He pulled away suddenly, growling at her inaccurate score card. "I seem to remember you endin' up in my tub after all and 'less my head got knocked around on that infirm'ry bed, we called a truce!" It was her eyes, all wide and gleaming innocent, that had him wary - she always got that expression right before she did something most decidedly not.
"Draw?" She asked with those huge eyes. "Truce?" Her fingernails raked down his chest and he hissed in equal parts pleasure and pain. "Not in my book, old man." He opened his mouth to protest (the point and the jab at his age) but after a quick coordinated movement of her hands and hips all he could manage was a half strangled groan. She smiled smugly, settled comfortably on him and waited for his eyes to refocus.
"'Lee," he tried, but a careful flex of her muscles had his vision spotting and on the verge of blacking out.
"Way I see it," she said, panting a little with her firm grip, "I won those fair and square, what with you tryin' to die on me and all." She smiled sweetly at his prone form beneath her, loving the way her big, muscled, rough and tumble man was utterly helpless at her hands.
"Aw, c'mon bao bei, I almost die all the time!" he wheedled, growling as her hands slapped his away from her skin, and held them to the bed at his sides. "When the hell did you get so gorram strong," he grunted, and moaned as her slick folds relaxed and tightened again.
"Tell me." She had to grit her teeth and firmly order her limbs under control (traitorous, shameless appendages wanted to move on him as desperately as he did). "And fast, because I'm libel to kill you like this."
"Oh God, 'Lee, you gotta move!" He begged, arching under her hips and the delicious friction her warmth was promising.
"Say it!" Her own voice was beginning to strain, her skin glistening with the effort of remaining still - he was all a manner of inviting, spread out and at her mercy. It just wasn't in her to make him suffer…for very long.
"Oh, fine." He finally rumbled deep in his chest, eyes slipping closed and head lolling back on the bed. "Give, Uncle, surrender, you win! You win it all…you win those ones, and this one and every gorram one to come, gei ai de lao tian , woman, I'm dying right now!"
When she didn't say a word or give in to his desperate plea, he mustered up the strength to crack one eyelid to peer out from under. Her gloriously naked body was (as always) a vision of heaven but it wasn't what his gaze locked on. It was her smile, bright and brilliant and shiny as anything he'd ever laid eyes on, triumphant and amused and baiting all in one. It occurred to him (dimly at the moment, it would return full force later) that he would gladly concede all battles to her, if it meant she would look at him like that.
"Wo ai ni, bao bei." She murmured, raising one of his large hands up to her mouth and pressing a kiss into his palm. "Even if you're a big ol' loser." He grinned at her, tugging at her bottom lip until she leaned down far enough for him to meet it with his own.
"Don't gloat." He growled into her mouth, gorging his senses on her softness and scent as their bodies finally rose and fell together. After the sweaty tangle of bliss and limbs, he would hold her to him through the cool of night. He'd work a little creative revenge in the morning, content in the knowledge that losing to her felt very much like victory.
Losing and math…and freckles. He was one lucky man.