"The Birthday Gift" - 2 of 4
Title: The Birthday Gift: Chapter Two
Author: mercsgoodgirl
Summary: Celebrating her birthday alone proves more than a little frustrating for Serenity’s girl mechanic, until Jayne shows up to protect her from her birthday cake.
Disclaimer: Firefly, Serenity, and all related characters are copyright 2002-2005 Mutant Enemy, Inc., Universal Pictures, and 20th Century Fox. This is a work of fanfiction. No copyright infringement is intended.
Warning: NC-17
Setting: My AU
Word Count: 2216
A/N: An early piece from 2006, previously posted on fireflyfans.net and re-posted here by request.
Previous chapter HERE.
The Birthday Gift
Chapter Two
In the quiet moments that followed Inara’s exit Kaylee realized she was hungry, so she took a few moments to explore the selection of fruit and small sweets Angelina had left for her. Zeroing in on several tiny, perfect berries, she rapturously enjoyed them then selected a small crisp tart with a sweet/sour lemony filling, licking the crumbs from her sticky fingers when she was done.
After poking through every drawer and exploring every corner of the lush space, Kaylee kicked off her shoes and flopped back onto the bed. The expanse of pink softness lulled her, and before she knew it, all of the day’s excitement caught up with her and she dozed off into a dreamless sleep.
When she awakened, the room was dark and it took her a few minutes to remember where she was. She carefully made her way to the oil lamp on the dresser and lit it, filling the room with a soft glow. The huge tub beckoned to her.
“’Nara, you’re sure ’nuff an angel,” Kaylee concluded. “Honest to goodness hot water…” Her voice held a reverent note, the expression on her face one of naked sensuality.
After stoppering the tub, she turned on the water and dumped in a portion of bath salts. Fragrant bubbles foamed up on the welling, steaming water. Kaylee lit several of the candles and left the tub to fill. She returned to the bedroom to undress, laying her dress, bra and panties on the chair. At the night-filled window she stopped and momentarily looked out, observing the alley below before drawing the lace curtains closed.
Turning, she caught her own light-limned reflection in the dressing mirror and momentarily studied her silhouette. Slim, muscular legs - “Tomboy legs” her Pa had called ’em. Curving, womanly hips to cradle her nethers, a part of her finally getting some much-needed male attention of late. Jayne told her he liked her hips, said they gave him something to hang on to. Her waist was narrow over a soft little tummy, flaring through her ribcage to softly rounded breasts. As she thought of Jayne’s powerful lovemaking, their shell-pink tips crinkled and she felt a familiar tug low in her belly.
Kaylee shook her head, as puzzled as ever by their relationship. The sex was great, no doubt about that, made extra spicy by the need to conceal their intimacy from the Captain. Jayne had surprised her by being remarkably tender with her, but neither of them had yet broached the difficult question of where the relationship was heading. She ran a hand through her thick chestnut hair and smiled at her reflection. Pretty good birthday so far, she thought, even if I miss back home. Got what I asked for, but I sure wish I had someone celebratin’ with me.
When the tub was well filled with mounds of foam and about as hot as she could stand without scalding herself, she gingerly stepped over the edge and sank into the hot, scented water, exhaling a loud sigh with the sheer bliss of the moment. Their bath back home wasn’t much more’n a washtub and she’d never experienced the decadent luxury she now enjoyed.
She slipped down into the sudsy water, completely submerging herself to thoroughly wet her hair and then arose like Venus from the foam. Selecting a shampoo, she opened and sniffed the contents, wrinkled her nose with displeasure and put it back. That’d make me smell like a whore, for sure, she decided. A second bottle was more to her liking, scented with the clean green scent of lavender, like her favorite soap, and she quickly used some to shampoo her hair, ducking again to rinse it. Then she lathered up one of the rose-red washcloths, and washed herself, starting with scrubbing the residue of Serenity’s grease from under her short nails and working up her arms and back down over her breasts.
Her nipples knurled up under the touch of the thick cloth and a pang of pleasure twinged in her nethers. It had been a couple of weeks since she and Jayne had last made love. Opportunities were scarce and she’d been in pretty much of a funk lately. Still, she found herself wishing he was there with her, far from the eyes and ears of the rest of the crew or the oppressive need for secrecy. As splendid as the luxurious accommodations were, somehow, the privacy and comforts seemed almost wasted.
Wasted is probably just about what Jayne is by now, she thought. Off in some bar with the Cap’n getting’ skunked and lookin’ over the whores for a little company. I really wish he’d asked me about us gettin’ together, but maybe I’m just not pretty enough compared to them girls…
She shook her head and gave a long sigh of resignation, trying to let it all go.
Well, I knew when we finally hooked up I’d never have him to myself, so ain’t no need getting’ all green-eyed and mopey. We take care of each other when we can and it’s good, so I guess that’s all there is to it.
She rested each small foot by turn on the rim of the tub and washed her toes and ankles, then ran the sudsy cloth up each leg, remembering how Jayne loved to tease her with soft nibbles and kisses, starting at her instep and slowly making his way north until she was struggling not to cry aloud. The more she tried to think of anything other that the big man’s mouth and hands and cock and how he made her feel, the more impossible that became, and thinking about him led Kaylee to just one place - the part of her that was missing him most.
Closing her eyes to the candlelight around her, she gently soaped the soft curls and tender folds of her sex, remembering the feel of Jayne’s long, callused fingers as he soaped and fondled her one late night when they’d taken refuge together in Serenity’s shower. Stirred by vivid memories and her own well-schooled fingers, her body opened in response, giving her knowing hands access to the most sensitive parts of her womanhood.
Kaylee caressed and pleasured herself, recalling the culmination of that rendezvous. After teasing her with his mouth and hands until she begged for release, Jayne had finally taken her, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist and supporting her as he drove himself deep. It had been all she could do not to cry out and she stifled her joy by filling her mouth with the flesh of his shoulder. Her orgasm triggered his and he came with a low, soft groan that touched her at her core.
As on that night, her body once again spasmed to the dance of pleasure wrought by gentle, knowing touches, and arched as she brought herself to her fall. Spiraling back to earth, she rocked in waves of bliss, supported by the warm water that surrounded her, and slowly drifted into a pleasure-sated doze.
*
Jayne quickly made his way back to Serenity where he caught a quick shower and changed into clean clothes, holstered a reasonably discreet sidearm, and began to track the two women.
It wasn’t really so difficult. After all, Inara Sera was a Registered Companion, a beautiful woman whose business it was to get noticed. And take note of her folks had, from the dock registry clerk to a newsboy to a street side vendor. The trail that Inara and Kaylee left was as clear to a man with Jayne’s skills as if someone had followed them with a trumpet, announcing their passage. Of course, the fact that Jayne was motivated by his lust-fueled imagination certainly didn’t hurt, either.
Their trail ended at a handsome old boarding house, reasonably up-scale, perhaps the sort of place the Companion might go with her clients. Or had she decided to make an exception to her “no servicing the crew” for little Miss Kaylee?
The thought made the merc’s mouth curl in a wry grin. Oh yeah, now that would be something to see. After all, Kaylee was often given to disappearing into Inara’s shuttle and on those occasions, much giggling and low girl talk could occasionally be heard. The possibilities were definitely titillating and it wasn’t as if Jayne could just walk up to the front door and ask if the Companion and his occasional girlfriend were tickling each other’s fancies somewhere upstairs.
Jayne scouted the surroundings of the old place, a task easily accomplished in the growing dusk, and noted a series of tall windows that gave him a reasonably clear view of the upstairs hall and several of the rooms. Figuring he’d be able to see more once it was dark and folks had lit their lamps, he leaned back against a large tree and waited patiently.
Soon after dark his patience was rewarded. The merc’s sharp eyes were drawn to one of the windows by the flicker of lamplight, and soon after, a clearly nude woman stood softly silhouetted at the same window for a moment before drawing the curtains. No doubt about it, that woman was Kaylee.
Jayne thought about the situation for a minute and weighed the possibilities of what might occur if he was to interrupt the two women. Upon reflection, he concluded that, with neither of them armed, the worst they could do was hurl breakables at him. Who knew - perhaps by that point they’d have gotten their second wind and be ready for a little help from someone well equipped and sincerely willing to contribute to the fun?
Might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb, his mama used to tell him, and the hung part of him was definitely encouraging him to continue. He quietly made his way around to the back of the building and finding the door to the laundry open, slipped carefully inside. The laundry opened onto a set of back stairs and he gently tiptoed up them, praying he wouldn’t hit a creaking board or run into anyone. At the top of the stairs, he opened the door just a crack and saw that it gave way onto the main upstairs hall which had been visible to him from outside. Good, he thought, means I’m close.
At the far end of the hallway, just outside of the last door, sat a small tea table with a cake resting on it -- a birthday cake decorated with pink frosting and fresh strawberries. That could only mean two things and there was no longer a doubt in Jayne’s mind where Kaylee was. At this point, it also dawned on him why Kaylee had been in such a funk - this must be her birthday! Glancing quickly from side to side, he found the hallway clear and quickly made his way to the end. With great care, he tried the doorknob and realized the door was locked from within.
Ai ya - it figures.
He’d done his share of burglary in years past and with great care, he used the tip of his knife to flip the tumbler of the lock, then crouched to peek through the keyhole. Big bed, no women - hmm…
He eased the door open and peered around the edge. Only the faintest hint of Inara’s jasmine perfume, so it looked like he’d have Kaylee-girl all to himself, not such a bad outcome, all in all. No one in the bedroom, although he could see candlelight on the wall though the slightly open door to the bath. With all the stealth he could muster, Jayne picked up the cake and set it on the dresser, closing and softly re-latching the door. Mouse-quiet, he slipped back to the dresser, scooped up a big glob of pink frosting from the edge of the cake and popped it into his mouth before unbuckled his gun belt and slipped off his boots and socks before tip-toeing over to the other door.
Wuo de ma! In the middle of the biggest bathtub that Jayne had ever seen floated Kaylee in all her naked glory, her head cradled on a rolled up towel and her breasts bobbing in the foam. Her angelic face was turned toward him, but her eyes were closed and the soft rhythm of her breath told him that she was asleep. The puckered tips of her breasts glistened wetly and her hair eddied, dark and wet. Small clumps of bubbles clung in places to her lithe, floating limbs, the sight of her just plain delicious. At the junction of her gently parted thighs, through the drifting wrack of dark curls, he glimpsed the tender flower of her sex. Thank you, God, he thought.
For a full five minutes he simply stood and looked, drinking in the luscious beauty of the woman who had become his lover. Yes, he admitted. That was how he thought of her -- his lover, not just someone for casual sexin’. Someone who gave him peace and comfort, someone who made him laugh and helped to ease the shame and self-doubt that always stalked him. This woman stirred his soul, made his body ache and bewildered the hell out of him. Now what to do about all that?
End, Chapter Two of Four
Next Chapter HERE
Author: mercsgoodgirl
Summary: Celebrating her birthday alone proves more than a little frustrating for Serenity’s girl mechanic, until Jayne shows up to protect her from her birthday cake.
Disclaimer: Firefly, Serenity, and all related characters are copyright 2002-2005 Mutant Enemy, Inc., Universal Pictures, and 20th Century Fox. This is a work of fanfiction. No copyright infringement is intended.
Warning: NC-17
Setting: My AU
Word Count: 2216
A/N: An early piece from 2006, previously posted on fireflyfans.net and re-posted here by request.
Previous chapter HERE.
The Birthday Gift
Chapter Two
In the quiet moments that followed Inara’s exit Kaylee realized she was hungry, so she took a few moments to explore the selection of fruit and small sweets Angelina had left for her. Zeroing in on several tiny, perfect berries, she rapturously enjoyed them then selected a small crisp tart with a sweet/sour lemony filling, licking the crumbs from her sticky fingers when she was done.
After poking through every drawer and exploring every corner of the lush space, Kaylee kicked off her shoes and flopped back onto the bed. The expanse of pink softness lulled her, and before she knew it, all of the day’s excitement caught up with her and she dozed off into a dreamless sleep.
When she awakened, the room was dark and it took her a few minutes to remember where she was. She carefully made her way to the oil lamp on the dresser and lit it, filling the room with a soft glow. The huge tub beckoned to her.
“’Nara, you’re sure ’nuff an angel,” Kaylee concluded. “Honest to goodness hot water…” Her voice held a reverent note, the expression on her face one of naked sensuality.
After stoppering the tub, she turned on the water and dumped in a portion of bath salts. Fragrant bubbles foamed up on the welling, steaming water. Kaylee lit several of the candles and left the tub to fill. She returned to the bedroom to undress, laying her dress, bra and panties on the chair. At the night-filled window she stopped and momentarily looked out, observing the alley below before drawing the lace curtains closed.
Turning, she caught her own light-limned reflection in the dressing mirror and momentarily studied her silhouette. Slim, muscular legs - “Tomboy legs” her Pa had called ’em. Curving, womanly hips to cradle her nethers, a part of her finally getting some much-needed male attention of late. Jayne told her he liked her hips, said they gave him something to hang on to. Her waist was narrow over a soft little tummy, flaring through her ribcage to softly rounded breasts. As she thought of Jayne’s powerful lovemaking, their shell-pink tips crinkled and she felt a familiar tug low in her belly.
Kaylee shook her head, as puzzled as ever by their relationship. The sex was great, no doubt about that, made extra spicy by the need to conceal their intimacy from the Captain. Jayne had surprised her by being remarkably tender with her, but neither of them had yet broached the difficult question of where the relationship was heading. She ran a hand through her thick chestnut hair and smiled at her reflection. Pretty good birthday so far, she thought, even if I miss back home. Got what I asked for, but I sure wish I had someone celebratin’ with me.
When the tub was well filled with mounds of foam and about as hot as she could stand without scalding herself, she gingerly stepped over the edge and sank into the hot, scented water, exhaling a loud sigh with the sheer bliss of the moment. Their bath back home wasn’t much more’n a washtub and she’d never experienced the decadent luxury she now enjoyed.
She slipped down into the sudsy water, completely submerging herself to thoroughly wet her hair and then arose like Venus from the foam. Selecting a shampoo, she opened and sniffed the contents, wrinkled her nose with displeasure and put it back. That’d make me smell like a whore, for sure, she decided. A second bottle was more to her liking, scented with the clean green scent of lavender, like her favorite soap, and she quickly used some to shampoo her hair, ducking again to rinse it. Then she lathered up one of the rose-red washcloths, and washed herself, starting with scrubbing the residue of Serenity’s grease from under her short nails and working up her arms and back down over her breasts.
Her nipples knurled up under the touch of the thick cloth and a pang of pleasure twinged in her nethers. It had been a couple of weeks since she and Jayne had last made love. Opportunities were scarce and she’d been in pretty much of a funk lately. Still, she found herself wishing he was there with her, far from the eyes and ears of the rest of the crew or the oppressive need for secrecy. As splendid as the luxurious accommodations were, somehow, the privacy and comforts seemed almost wasted.
Wasted is probably just about what Jayne is by now, she thought. Off in some bar with the Cap’n getting’ skunked and lookin’ over the whores for a little company. I really wish he’d asked me about us gettin’ together, but maybe I’m just not pretty enough compared to them girls…
She shook her head and gave a long sigh of resignation, trying to let it all go.
Well, I knew when we finally hooked up I’d never have him to myself, so ain’t no need getting’ all green-eyed and mopey. We take care of each other when we can and it’s good, so I guess that’s all there is to it.
She rested each small foot by turn on the rim of the tub and washed her toes and ankles, then ran the sudsy cloth up each leg, remembering how Jayne loved to tease her with soft nibbles and kisses, starting at her instep and slowly making his way north until she was struggling not to cry aloud. The more she tried to think of anything other that the big man’s mouth and hands and cock and how he made her feel, the more impossible that became, and thinking about him led Kaylee to just one place - the part of her that was missing him most.
Closing her eyes to the candlelight around her, she gently soaped the soft curls and tender folds of her sex, remembering the feel of Jayne’s long, callused fingers as he soaped and fondled her one late night when they’d taken refuge together in Serenity’s shower. Stirred by vivid memories and her own well-schooled fingers, her body opened in response, giving her knowing hands access to the most sensitive parts of her womanhood.
Kaylee caressed and pleasured herself, recalling the culmination of that rendezvous. After teasing her with his mouth and hands until she begged for release, Jayne had finally taken her, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist and supporting her as he drove himself deep. It had been all she could do not to cry out and she stifled her joy by filling her mouth with the flesh of his shoulder. Her orgasm triggered his and he came with a low, soft groan that touched her at her core.
As on that night, her body once again spasmed to the dance of pleasure wrought by gentle, knowing touches, and arched as she brought herself to her fall. Spiraling back to earth, she rocked in waves of bliss, supported by the warm water that surrounded her, and slowly drifted into a pleasure-sated doze.
*
Jayne quickly made his way back to Serenity where he caught a quick shower and changed into clean clothes, holstered a reasonably discreet sidearm, and began to track the two women.
It wasn’t really so difficult. After all, Inara Sera was a Registered Companion, a beautiful woman whose business it was to get noticed. And take note of her folks had, from the dock registry clerk to a newsboy to a street side vendor. The trail that Inara and Kaylee left was as clear to a man with Jayne’s skills as if someone had followed them with a trumpet, announcing their passage. Of course, the fact that Jayne was motivated by his lust-fueled imagination certainly didn’t hurt, either.
Their trail ended at a handsome old boarding house, reasonably up-scale, perhaps the sort of place the Companion might go with her clients. Or had she decided to make an exception to her “no servicing the crew” for little Miss Kaylee?
The thought made the merc’s mouth curl in a wry grin. Oh yeah, now that would be something to see. After all, Kaylee was often given to disappearing into Inara’s shuttle and on those occasions, much giggling and low girl talk could occasionally be heard. The possibilities were definitely titillating and it wasn’t as if Jayne could just walk up to the front door and ask if the Companion and his occasional girlfriend were tickling each other’s fancies somewhere upstairs.
Jayne scouted the surroundings of the old place, a task easily accomplished in the growing dusk, and noted a series of tall windows that gave him a reasonably clear view of the upstairs hall and several of the rooms. Figuring he’d be able to see more once it was dark and folks had lit their lamps, he leaned back against a large tree and waited patiently.
Soon after dark his patience was rewarded. The merc’s sharp eyes were drawn to one of the windows by the flicker of lamplight, and soon after, a clearly nude woman stood softly silhouetted at the same window for a moment before drawing the curtains. No doubt about it, that woman was Kaylee.
Jayne thought about the situation for a minute and weighed the possibilities of what might occur if he was to interrupt the two women. Upon reflection, he concluded that, with neither of them armed, the worst they could do was hurl breakables at him. Who knew - perhaps by that point they’d have gotten their second wind and be ready for a little help from someone well equipped and sincerely willing to contribute to the fun?
Might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb, his mama used to tell him, and the hung part of him was definitely encouraging him to continue. He quietly made his way around to the back of the building and finding the door to the laundry open, slipped carefully inside. The laundry opened onto a set of back stairs and he gently tiptoed up them, praying he wouldn’t hit a creaking board or run into anyone. At the top of the stairs, he opened the door just a crack and saw that it gave way onto the main upstairs hall which had been visible to him from outside. Good, he thought, means I’m close.
At the far end of the hallway, just outside of the last door, sat a small tea table with a cake resting on it -- a birthday cake decorated with pink frosting and fresh strawberries. That could only mean two things and there was no longer a doubt in Jayne’s mind where Kaylee was. At this point, it also dawned on him why Kaylee had been in such a funk - this must be her birthday! Glancing quickly from side to side, he found the hallway clear and quickly made his way to the end. With great care, he tried the doorknob and realized the door was locked from within.
Ai ya - it figures.
He’d done his share of burglary in years past and with great care, he used the tip of his knife to flip the tumbler of the lock, then crouched to peek through the keyhole. Big bed, no women - hmm…
He eased the door open and peered around the edge. Only the faintest hint of Inara’s jasmine perfume, so it looked like he’d have Kaylee-girl all to himself, not such a bad outcome, all in all. No one in the bedroom, although he could see candlelight on the wall though the slightly open door to the bath. With all the stealth he could muster, Jayne picked up the cake and set it on the dresser, closing and softly re-latching the door. Mouse-quiet, he slipped back to the dresser, scooped up a big glob of pink frosting from the edge of the cake and popped it into his mouth before unbuckled his gun belt and slipped off his boots and socks before tip-toeing over to the other door.
Wuo de ma! In the middle of the biggest bathtub that Jayne had ever seen floated Kaylee in all her naked glory, her head cradled on a rolled up towel and her breasts bobbing in the foam. Her angelic face was turned toward him, but her eyes were closed and the soft rhythm of her breath told him that she was asleep. The puckered tips of her breasts glistened wetly and her hair eddied, dark and wet. Small clumps of bubbles clung in places to her lithe, floating limbs, the sight of her just plain delicious. At the junction of her gently parted thighs, through the drifting wrack of dark curls, he glimpsed the tender flower of her sex. Thank you, God, he thought.
For a full five minutes he simply stood and looked, drinking in the luscious beauty of the woman who had become his lover. Yes, he admitted. That was how he thought of her -- his lover, not just someone for casual sexin’. Someone who gave him peace and comfort, someone who made him laugh and helped to ease the shame and self-doubt that always stalked him. This woman stirred his soul, made his body ache and bewildered the hell out of him. Now what to do about all that?
End, Chapter Two of Four
Next Chapter HERE