Washin' Up - Buffy/Firefly - Dawn/River/Jayne - 037. Fantasy
Title: Washin’ Up
Claim: Dawn/River/Jayne (Buffy/Firefly)
Prompt: 037. Fantasy
Rating: FR-21 / ADULT
Disclaimer: My shovel, Joss’s sandbox. They are so not mine and never will be, no matter that they’re my OT3.
Summary: He'd wanted 'em under a waterfall, but in the Black the shower was the only option.
Word Count: 1,086
He’d always known they’d look good wet. He’d wanted it to be a waterfall, or at least a pond or stream, somethin’ cold and outside, but they ain’t been dirtside for more’n a few hours in, well, he ain’t sure. Weren’t no reason, what with Nara and lil Kaylee doin’ the shopping while Mal took him and Zoe, and sometimes River, on jobs and it weren’t like Jayne had a need to scratch an itch as it were, not with River and Dawn waitin’ to pounce on him at every possible moment.
It was River what suggested the shower, and he ain’t sure why he hadn’t thought of it before, ‘ceptin’ maybe lack of sleep seein’ as how his girls were flat out in-say-shu-ball. After all, they all had water rations, and they had to bathe. Made sense to do it all at once, right? And Mal couldn’t argue, seein’ as how they wouldn’t be usin’ more than their fair share, maybe even less than if they went one at a time.
The steam rose up all around ‘em, touchin’ ‘em both all soft like, the way they was touchin’ each other. The spray ran down over soft skin, tracin’ out paths they all took turns followin’ with lips and fingers and breath. The heat in the shower was keepin’ a healthy flush pretty much everywhere (not that they wouldn’t have been all flushed anyway). Jayne stood at the edge of the shower stall, content to watch for now. Dawn was leanin’ back under the spray, tiltin’ her head just right so the water didn’t go up her nose and all while River kept busy kissin’ an’ lickin’ and bitin’ an’ suckin’ all over her neck and chest. One of River’s hands was busy between Dawn’s thighs, fingers pumping in and out at a steady pace while Dawn rolled her hips in response, chasin’ after River’s touch. She cried out and shuddered before collapsing back against the cool tile when she came. River turned to him and looked up from under those dark lashes o’ hers, lickin’ her swollen lips. “Does Jayne not wish to play today?”
Almost before she had finished the question he was there, one hand wrapped in her wet hair, tilting her head just so while the other arm snaked around her waist, lifting her up off the floor for a kiss. She opened her mouth with a little mewling sound and her tongue darted out to meet his. While he was kissing River, Dawn must have recovered enough to be ready for the next round ‘cause he could feel her mouth pressing hot, wet kisses across his shoulder blades and down along his spine. Setting River back on her feet he turned and slipped an arm around Dawn’s waist, so that he was holding both of them in front of him now. River’s hands were both on his chest as he leaned down to kiss Dawn, who had one hand on his upper arm to steady herself and the other, if he were to hazard a guess, sliding along River’s skin, seeking out the hardened, sensitive bud of a nipple. How she managed to focus on them both at once he wasn’t sure, but it was something she and River had both mastered. Jayne, well, he was gettin’ in lots o’ practice. He pulled back from Dawn’s mouth with a smirk that she returned before both focusing all their attention on River.
It was hard to say if she was trying to push them closer or pull them away with the grip River had on the backs of their heads. In truth, she probably wasn’t sure herself. Once or twice, they’d managed to make her come just from playin’ at her breasts. Ever since, they’d made a sort of game in seein’ how long she could stand having them latched onto her nipples, licking, biting, sucking. Not very long, this time. With a sound somewhere between a moan and a whimper, River managed to get away from first Dawn, then Jayne. They stood back from her a little, Jayne placing a casual arm across Dawn’s shoulders before not-so-casually reaching down to massage one firm breast. River watched for a moment with hooded eyes before focusing on Jayne with a slight keening sound. “Whacha want, Siren?”
“Inside. Now.” Dawn snickered at the desperation in River’s tone.
“You only had to ask,” Jayne said, closing the space between them in two and a half steps. He took one of her hands, placing it on his stiff cock. “This what you want, Siren? You want this inside you?” he whispered against the shell of her ear.
“Please my Jayne. Now.” She wrapped her legs around him when he lifted her up. Somehow Dawn managed to reach between them, guiding Jayne into River’s swollen passage before stepping back to watch. Jayne stepped up under the spray, balancing River against the wall before pulling out just to slam back into her, hard and fast like he knew she wanted. They set a bruising pace, River matching him thrust for thrust. Somehow all too soon and yet not soon enough it ended, River screaming her orgasm as Jayne followed her over the edge with a roar. He caught his breath and let River down with a long, gentle kiss before turning to offer Dawn and apologetic smile. “Sorry, Sunrise. Didn’t mean to leave you out.”
“It’s all right. You can both just make it up to me later.” Jayne laughed and reached out to pull her up against him, leaning in to drop a kiss on her lips just as Mal’s angry voice came from the other side of the door, accompanied by quite a bit of pounding.
“The gorram hell you think you’re doin’, Jayne? You ain’t gonna stay in there and waste all my water.”
Jayne snapped out of his trance and squinted into the steam. Huh. That was prolly the best one yet. Oh yeah, River and Dawn sneakin’ around together sure had given him some things to . . . think on. Jayne shut off the water and wrapped his towel around his waist, sauntering out of the shower right past the captain without so much as a word. So what if he did use up everybody’s hot water ration for the day and walk around the boat nearly naked. Served Mal right for not lettin’ him stop at that last whorehouse. After all, a man had to find pleasure somewhere in life.