Treats -- Buffy/Firefly -- Dawn/River/Jayne -- 049. Candles
Title: Treats
Claim: Dawn/River/Jayne (Buffy/Firefly)
Prompt: 049. Candles
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: It might not be a cake and candles, but River and Dawn’s birthday gift for Jayne is one he’ll always consider his favorite.
Word Count: 2,329
His feet thudded on the rungs of the ladder, the metallic clang echoing in the stillness. The hatch slammed shut and locked before he even hit the floor, muttering curses in various languages including, thanks to Dawn, Ancient Sumerian and some rather creative Aramaic. He pulled his coat off and flung it across the room before he flopped onto the narrow bed. The slightest hint of a sound had him reacting instinctively, left hand aiming one of his various smaller pistols into the far corner as his right jerked the blanket down from his weapons rack. His hand had barely closed on the nearest of his girls when his brain caught up with his eyes. “The gorram hell you doin’ here, woman?”
Dawn tossed her head and crossed her arms over what may well have been his favorite pair of breasts in the ‘verse. “Not the nicest greeting I’ve ever had.” Jayne deposited Sarah back into her holster on the underside of the bed frame and sat up fully.
“Ain’t a nice man.” Dawn didn’t argue. “Sides, this is my bunk, my own private quarters. Ain’t too smart, lurkin’ around and creepin’ up on a man in his own private bunk. Could get a body shot.”
“Yeah, I kinda figured.”
“What are you doin’ here anyway?”
“I, uh, well, see the thing is . . . .” Dawn slapped her hands over her face. “Oh, God, I can’t do this . . .”
“What exactly are ya sposed ta be doin’?”
“Happy Birthday, Jayne Cobb,” River said softly, stepping out from behind Dawn. The merc’s confusion was plainly evident.
“Wha? It ain’t even . . . WHAT THE GORRAM HELL ARE YA DOIN’?” River finished pulling her shirt over her head and dropped it, shaking her hair out as she stepped slightly behind Dawn again, reaching around and toying with the buttons on her lover’s shirt. “That’s it, ya both better git.” Jayne pointed at the ladder and tried to scowl, but it was awful gorram hard when River was kissin’ Dawn’s neck and rubbin’ at her tits and Dawn was just leanin’ back and enjoyin’ it. After a moment of this, River paused, ignoring Dawn’s cry of protest as she stepped away and glared at the merc, hands on her hips and all that glorious skin showin’.
“Jayne Cobb is being most uncooperative. This was unforeseen.” She looked around the small, Spartan room and grinned when she spotted a small folding chair in the corner. She dragged it quickly to the center of the room before turning back to Jayne. “Sit there. Now.” He started to argue and she repeated her order in increasingly agitated Mandarin.
“A’right, I’m goin’, I’m goin’.” It was becoming increasingly apparent that the girl had gone completely off her rocker again.
River froze and spun around to face him again instead of going back to Dawn. It was with some satisfaction that she took in the widening of his eyes as he remembered she was a Reader, and a damn good one at that. It was a completely different sort of thrill she got when, mere seconds later, his eyes locked on her bare chest and she felt his desire grow. She smirked and held a hand out for Dawn, the pilot stepping up to join her. Much better. It was time to try this again. “It is your birthday, Jayne Cobb, and you have been a good boy.” His jaw dropped open and she giggled as she realized he felt insulted. “You have. You did not take full advantage when I came to you. You brought my Sunshine back to me. You did not even seek to spy on us.” River took a step forward and bent over, knowing Dawn was gazing hungrily at her ass as she practically purred at the merc, “Good boys get treats.” River straightened as Jayne relaxed and turned back to Dawn. The other woman was slightly flushed and her eyes had taken on a lusty gleam.
Jayne sat entranced as River wrapped her arms around Dawn and rubbed her face against the other woman’s upper arm and shoulder, like a cat scent-marking it’s territory. One of her hands lifted the bottom of Dawn’s shirt, caressing silky skin as she uncovered more of her lover. Jayne made a purely male sound of appreciation when Dawn leaned in to River and captured her mouth in a searing kiss. River wrapped her arms around Dawn’s neck and tilted her head back. Dawn threaded her fingers in River’s hair as the merc watched their tongues slip and slide, caress and thrust. The pair broke apart gasping for air and moved closer to the folding chair. “No cake, no candles, no ribbons, but you get presents. Unwrap your present, Jayne.” River’s voice was husky and her lips were swollen from Dawn-kisses.
“I c-can’t. I done told you before, I ain’t tryin’ ta take your girl.” And I ain’t interested in playin’ no games.
“No. You aren’t taking anything from anyone. That’s not what this is about.” Dawn knelt in front of the chair, between Jayne’s knees. “This isn’t a test, or some sick game. I don’t play with people like that.” She paused, licked her lips nervously before grabbing his hands. “We want you, Jayne. For as long as we can have you.” He’d have to think about it later, consider why it was that for once, the idea of something like that didn’t scare him off. For the moment, though, he was more interested in where she was guiding his hands. “Touch me, Jayne,” Dawn whispered softly, pressing his hands against her breasts.
River waited, holding her breath until she knew they had succeeded, then knelt behind Dawn and reach around her, nimble fingers undoing the buttons she could get to around Jayne’s hands. Dawn was leaning heavily against her, moaning a little at Jayne’s actions. River grabbed one of his hands, moving it down so she could get to the last of the buttons. As she tugged the shirt down Dawn’s arms, she noticed that Jayne had frozen in place, and he was looking at her. River once again loosened the shields Dawn had taught her to erect around her mind and detected the slightest hint of fear coming from the hulking mercenary. Quickly, she grabbed his hand again, smiling at him as she placed it once again over Dawn’s right breast, her own hand sliding down, tracing the edge of the green satin bra cup holding the left.
Jayne didn’t need any more coaching, or reassurance that both women were sure about what was happening. Together, he and River tugged the bra straps down, and River worked the back hooks, baring Dawn completely from the waist up. She urged Dawn up to her feet and stood behind her. Dawn gasped as Jayne’s mouth worked one nipple, his fingers pinching and rolling the other. River took the opportunity to get rid of Dawn’s jeans, leaving her in a pair of lacy green boy shorts before bending her head to kiss and lick a trail along the other woman’s shoulder blades.
Dawn was drowning in a sea of sensations. In all her years, she had never felt anything quite like this. Jayne’s mouth may well have been as talented as River’s, and his hands were warm and far more gentle than she would have imagined as he stroked her sides and belly. River’s hands slid over her hips as she dropped kisses on very available bit of skin. Clutching Jayne’s head to her with one hand, she reached back for River, leaning back in a way that should have defied the laws of physics to kiss the nimble little genius. Jayne chose that moment to tug her sopping panties down and the burst of cool air against her moist folds made her gasp against River’s mouth. She could feel Jayne’s hands on her hips, tugging her forward. Following his guiding touch, Dawn rested her weight on his right thigh, facing River as he whispered something in her ear that made her giggle and nod in agreement. Jayne’s right arm wrapped around her as together, they pulled River closer.
When she was positioned just right, both leaned in and River gasped at the sensation of warm mouths settling over each of her already pebbled nipples. She leaned her head back, arching her back and pushing her breasts towards their greedily suckling mouths. Dimly, some part of her realized that Dawn’s hands were busily tugging her skirt down and she practically shrieked as Jayne’s hand slipped between her legs and cupped her. He rubbed his fingers against her, his touch maddeningly light as he coated his hand in that slick wetness. When Dawn’s hand joined his, she nearly sobbed with relief. Surely her Sunrise would not leave her wanting.
A cry of outrage slipped past River’s lips as Dawn grabbed Jayne’s hand and pulled it away from River’s pussy, raising it instead to her lips. Dawn licked Jayne’s fingers clean as River pouted and trembled with need. Deciding she would simply take care of herself, River reached down, intent on fingering herself to a quick orgasm, only to have her hand slapped away by Dawn. “That’s cheating,” Dawn said, standing up and letting Jayne’s hand drop. She stepped forward, kissing River gently. “I’m sorry baby. No more teasing. Sit on Jayne’s lap. I’m gonna take care of you.” Dawn kissed her again before pushing gently against her shoulder. Jayne’s arms came up and circled River’s waist as he pulled her into his lap. She could feel that hard part of him against her backside and instinctively rolled her hips, feet planted firmly on the floor. “No, no, not like that,” Dawn said, kneeling in front of them and grabbing one of River’s ankles. “Relax,” she ordered, kissing the side of River’s knee as she lifted first one leg and then the other over Jayne’s. The end result had River’s toes barely reaching the floor and her thighs spread wide as she was forced to lean back against Jayne, as if he were a comfy reclining chair like Dawn talked about sometimes. Then Dawn knelt in between Jayne’s thighs and River couldn’t think anymore as her lover’s tongue traced her slit in long, firm strokes.
Jayne watched Dawn over River’s shoulder as he stroked the Reader’s belly and thighs. He nipped at River’s ear as she bit back a moan. “Don’t fight it, little Siren. Don’t it feel so good?” River whimpered and he smirked. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. I know you like it, her tongue on you, lickin’ up all that cream you made. Ain’t nobody else listenin’ here, you should let her know she’s doin’ a good job.” Jayne’s tongue traced the shell of her ear as his hands trailed up, fingers pinchin’ her nipples with just enough force that the ache felt good. Dawn’ tongue had been thrusting in and out of her entrance, River rolling her hips in time with each movement, moaning with increasing volume, both her lovers’ names pouring from her lips. Then Jayne’s teeth pressed into her neck at the same time Dawn moved her attention to River’s clit, making firm little circles with her tongue and River screamed her release as her body shuddered. Dawn sat back with a smirk as River panted for breath.
After a few moments, River’s eyes opened again and she tilted her head back, stretching to look up at Jayne. “You have too many clothes on, and someone wants to come out and say hello,” she said with a grin and a wiggle that had Jayne hissing for breath and practically dumping her to the floor in his haste to stand. River and Dawn leaned against one another and giggled as the faded blue T-shirt flew across the room. As his pants fell to his knees and got caught on the tops of his boots, Dawn’s eyes widened. She blinked and looked at River. “Should have believed me. I am a genius you know,” River said.
Dawn licked her lips and a predatory gleam came into her eyes as she stood and placed a hand in the center of Jayne’s chest. “Sit back down.” Jayne did as she said, his cock giving a painful twitch as she knelt in front of him and studied what had always been his favorite body-part. One finger extended and swiped a bead of pre-cum off the head and Jayne thought he was nearly done-for when Dawn licked it clean. With a growl he grabbed her arm and hauled her up, crushing her mouth to his as one hand reached between her thighs. It was with great relief that Jayne found her more than wet enough.
River watched as Dawn straddled Jayne’s thighs and reached down, guiding him inside her. They were beautiful together, she thought, as Jayne grabbed Dawn’s hips hard enough that she would have a nice set of finger-shaped bruises in the morning. River grinned to herself, imagining Jayne’s face when he learned that Dawn would consider them ‘an honorly badge of her womanhood’. They set a fast pace, Dawn bouncing on him and both of them grunting and groaning. The chair creaked ominously as Jayne reached between them, rolling his fingers over Dawn’s clit. The sounds they made as they came, more animal than human really, nearly covered the sounds of metal rending and tearing as the chair collapsed beneath them.
River tugged the pillow and blankets from Jayne’s bed and crawled to the pair in the center of the room. She placed the pillow under Jayne’s head and lay down, dragging the blankets over the three of them, River and Dawn using Jayne’s chest as their pillows. Dawn yawned and blinked a few times, smiling sleepily at River. “Sweetie?”
“Yes my Sunrise?”
“How did we end up in the floor?”
Jayne’s laughter drowned out any reply River might have given.