Fic: Preliminary Research
Title: Preliminary Research
Author: raynesupreme
Format: One-shot, 1398 words
Disclaimer: Oh, please. Blah, blah, blah, I claim no copyright....all in fun....blah, blah, blah.
A/N: This is just a fluffy little something that popped into my brain when I was drinking rum and fantasizing about Jayne's body. I suppose I could expand this into a series, but kind of like it as a one-shot too. You tell me.
“Jayne, I need to see you naked.”
“What the hell, girl, I’m trying to eat here,” he coughed. “ Plus, ya’ can’t being sayin’ things like that. It ain’t right.”
River rolled her eyes. “I am conducting preliminary research on predictive modeling algorithms and need to quantify the number of scars on your body. Through previous visual inspection, I have tallied 19 but that data is incomplete. I must count all your scars, even those obscured by your clothing.”
“I swear, would it kill you to talk normal fer’ once in your life!?!”
“Fine, if you get naked and let me count your scars I might be able to warn you before get hurt. Any qualitative data you can offer into the nature of the injury would be helpful as well.”
“Don’t ya’ already know when one of us is likely to end up hurt? Ya’ know, usin’ all them witchy ways of yours?”
“Yes, but it is unreliable. Statistic probability and predictive algorithms would supplement my psychic abilities,” she sighed. “It would help me help you.”
Jayne shrugged. “Fine, but I ain’t doin’ it here. Got nothin’ to be ashamed of and I don’t mind bein’ nekkid but don’t need Mal getting’ all tetchy ‘bout it.”
“Fine. I’ll meet you tonight in your quarters at 23 hundred.”
“Whatever,” Jayne shrugged.
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Jayne sat in his bunk wonderin’ what in the hell possessed him to agree to such a hair-brained idea. Of course, the idea of him gettin’ hurt less was appealing and all but what the hell! There was no way he’d be able to have the girl in his bunk, him being nekkid no less, and not want to touch her. It was bad enough he couldn’t stop thinkin’ about her during the day. It was worse he was now dreamin’ about her every damn night, too.
The knock on the door told him it was too damn late to back out now. He stood to unlock the hatch and stepped back as he watched tiny feet slip down the rungs. Her dress skimmed her shapely calves and her hair swung seductively across her back.
This was such a bad idea. Bad, bad, bad.
“Jayne. You are still dressed.”
“Well, ya.”
Jayne was shocked as he felt her hands slide up under his shirt. His muscles twitched against her touch.
“Do you require assistance disrobing?” Her hands slid further up his chest and he had to bite back a moan.
“No, just give me a minute.” He stared at her eyes, wondering what exactly he was hoping to see, but didn’t see nothin’ except the blank expression she used when she was reading or learning something new. He reluctantly pushed her hands away, pulled the shirt off and tossed it on his bed.
“Good. No sit down,” she instructed.
He did as he was told and she scrambled up on the bed behind him. It made him a bit nervous havin’ the crazy girl between him and his wall full of girls but at the first brush of her hand on his shoulder his brain shut off and body switched on. Such a bad idea. Bad, bad, bad.
He felt her fingers gently trace the back of his right shoulder. Her touch was so light, so soft. His eyes rolled closed from the perfection of it. Far better than anything he could dream up. More real than he ever felt before.
“What is this one,” she asked.
“Um, knife wound I guess.”
“And this one?”
Her hand was sliding across a long scar across on his lower back. “Another cut. Little guy, big damn knife if I ‘member it right.”
Her hand smoothed up to his left shoulder. “This is a bullet wound. Entry or exit?”
“Entry.”
Her hands perched on his shoulder and she peaked her head around. He turned his head slightly to find a face full of girl, her lips a breath away.
“You got shot in the back?”
“Just once,” he defended. “Wasn’t runnin’ or nothin’ like that! Damn coward got in a cheap shot is all. And don’t you be telling nobody about that, dong ma?”
The girl leaned in even closer and brushed her lips against his. Felt like butterfly wings.
“No, Jayne, I won’t tell anyone anything,” she whispered against his lips. “This is between you and me. I promise.”
Jayne moaned and leaned back against her, wanting to feel more of her pushed up against more of him. Her hands skimmed down his chest, her hair caressing his left arm. His left hand reached up through the curtain of silky hair to trace the back of her head. Such a bad idea. Bad, bad, bad but she felt so good and her lips were doing all the right things and her lips were saying all the right things.
“River? What are doing,” he breathed. “I mean, why are you really here?”
His eyes followed her body as she squirmed down from behind him and stood to face him, nestled between his legs. His hands found her waist and her hands found his face. She pulled his face up gently, bent down and dealt him a solid, amazing, breath-taking and far to brief kiss.
She grinned and Jayne saw mischief in her eyes. “Why am I here? I told you, Jayne. Research.”
“That what you call it?” He laughed as he let his hands travel south to grab her ass. “I think you just wanted an excuse to be touchin’ on me.”
“No, no. Don’t you remember? I told you that I need to see you naked.” She launched into another deeper kiss. “So strip Jayne Cobb. Now.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He pushed her back slightly and stood to unbuckle his pants. She was watchin’ him with dark, lusty eyes and it was all almost too good to be true. Almost, because she weren’t naked yet. He stepped out of his boxers and faced her in all his glory, lettin’ her singe him with the heat he saw in her eyes.
“Turn around. Face the bed,” she commanded.
Oh shit. He was humped. If she was gonna be one of them domineerin’ women, he was done for. There was nothin’ sexier than a woman in charge in the bedroom. Visions of her taking control, riding him hard, tellin’ him exactly what she wanted was too damn hot. His hand shot to his cock and he was moaning as soon as he began strokin’ himself.
Her hands slipped around his waist and down the front of his thighs. Her nails dug in and trailed up roughly. Oh shit, the girl knew how to use her nails too, he thought. He wondered what else she knew how to use.
“Mmm,” she purred between his shoulder blades. “Thirty one.”
“Huh?”
“Thirty one scars.” She trailed her wet warm tongue down his spine. Her hands caressed up from his thighs to his hips, up his back to his shoulders.
“Ya’, I guess.”
Jayne felt her hands slip off his body and he hoped it was ‘cause she was slippin’ out her clothes. He turned around so he could watch but instead found her leaning back against his ladder.
“Simon’s looking for me. I have to go.”
“Are you fucking kiddin’ me?” He was right, he thought, this was a bad idea. Bad, bad, bad.
She crashed up against him, crushing her lips to his. “No, not bad. Never bad. Don’t worry Jayne. I have lots of research projects planned for you.” Another kiss. “Oh, and tomorrow night? You get to count my scars.”
He grabbed her ass and ground it against him. “Damn, baby, what am I gonna do until then?”
She grabbed his cock gently and stroked slowly up once and slowly down once. “I suggest you finish what we started here. I’ll be in my bunk doing the same.”
“Holy hell, girl. I had no idea, I mean I hoped and kinda prayed, but never really imagined…”
“Shh, Jayne,” she whispered as she stepped backward toward the ladder. “You forget. I’m a genius. Plus I’ll have you know I am an extremely dedicated researcher. I tend to be very methodical and very, very thorough. Good night, Jayne.”
Jayne collapsed on his bed as soon as his hatch cycled shut. He absently traced a scar on his chest and laughed. He had a feelin’ he better get used to being out-smarted and bossed around by the girl. But if it meant he finally got to do some hands-on research of his own, then it would be well worth it.
Author: raynesupreme
Format: One-shot, 1398 words
Disclaimer: Oh, please. Blah, blah, blah, I claim no copyright....all in fun....blah, blah, blah.
A/N: This is just a fluffy little something that popped into my brain when I was drinking rum and fantasizing about Jayne's body. I suppose I could expand this into a series, but kind of like it as a one-shot too. You tell me.
“Jayne, I need to see you naked.”
“What the hell, girl, I’m trying to eat here,” he coughed. “ Plus, ya’ can’t being sayin’ things like that. It ain’t right.”
River rolled her eyes. “I am conducting preliminary research on predictive modeling algorithms and need to quantify the number of scars on your body. Through previous visual inspection, I have tallied 19 but that data is incomplete. I must count all your scars, even those obscured by your clothing.”
“I swear, would it kill you to talk normal fer’ once in your life!?!”
“Fine, if you get naked and let me count your scars I might be able to warn you before get hurt. Any qualitative data you can offer into the nature of the injury would be helpful as well.”
“Don’t ya’ already know when one of us is likely to end up hurt? Ya’ know, usin’ all them witchy ways of yours?”
“Yes, but it is unreliable. Statistic probability and predictive algorithms would supplement my psychic abilities,” she sighed. “It would help me help you.”
Jayne shrugged. “Fine, but I ain’t doin’ it here. Got nothin’ to be ashamed of and I don’t mind bein’ nekkid but don’t need Mal getting’ all tetchy ‘bout it.”
“Fine. I’ll meet you tonight in your quarters at 23 hundred.”
“Whatever,” Jayne shrugged.
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Jayne sat in his bunk wonderin’ what in the hell possessed him to agree to such a hair-brained idea. Of course, the idea of him gettin’ hurt less was appealing and all but what the hell! There was no way he’d be able to have the girl in his bunk, him being nekkid no less, and not want to touch her. It was bad enough he couldn’t stop thinkin’ about her during the day. It was worse he was now dreamin’ about her every damn night, too.
The knock on the door told him it was too damn late to back out now. He stood to unlock the hatch and stepped back as he watched tiny feet slip down the rungs. Her dress skimmed her shapely calves and her hair swung seductively across her back.
This was such a bad idea. Bad, bad, bad.
“Jayne. You are still dressed.”
“Well, ya.”
Jayne was shocked as he felt her hands slide up under his shirt. His muscles twitched against her touch.
“Do you require assistance disrobing?” Her hands slid further up his chest and he had to bite back a moan.
“No, just give me a minute.” He stared at her eyes, wondering what exactly he was hoping to see, but didn’t see nothin’ except the blank expression she used when she was reading or learning something new. He reluctantly pushed her hands away, pulled the shirt off and tossed it on his bed.
“Good. No sit down,” she instructed.
He did as he was told and she scrambled up on the bed behind him. It made him a bit nervous havin’ the crazy girl between him and his wall full of girls but at the first brush of her hand on his shoulder his brain shut off and body switched on. Such a bad idea. Bad, bad, bad.
He felt her fingers gently trace the back of his right shoulder. Her touch was so light, so soft. His eyes rolled closed from the perfection of it. Far better than anything he could dream up. More real than he ever felt before.
“What is this one,” she asked.
“Um, knife wound I guess.”
“And this one?”
Her hand was sliding across a long scar across on his lower back. “Another cut. Little guy, big damn knife if I ‘member it right.”
Her hand smoothed up to his left shoulder. “This is a bullet wound. Entry or exit?”
“Entry.”
Her hands perched on his shoulder and she peaked her head around. He turned his head slightly to find a face full of girl, her lips a breath away.
“You got shot in the back?”
“Just once,” he defended. “Wasn’t runnin’ or nothin’ like that! Damn coward got in a cheap shot is all. And don’t you be telling nobody about that, dong ma?”
The girl leaned in even closer and brushed her lips against his. Felt like butterfly wings.
“No, Jayne, I won’t tell anyone anything,” she whispered against his lips. “This is between you and me. I promise.”
Jayne moaned and leaned back against her, wanting to feel more of her pushed up against more of him. Her hands skimmed down his chest, her hair caressing his left arm. His left hand reached up through the curtain of silky hair to trace the back of her head. Such a bad idea. Bad, bad, bad but she felt so good and her lips were doing all the right things and her lips were saying all the right things.
“River? What are doing,” he breathed. “I mean, why are you really here?”
His eyes followed her body as she squirmed down from behind him and stood to face him, nestled between his legs. His hands found her waist and her hands found his face. She pulled his face up gently, bent down and dealt him a solid, amazing, breath-taking and far to brief kiss.
She grinned and Jayne saw mischief in her eyes. “Why am I here? I told you, Jayne. Research.”
“That what you call it?” He laughed as he let his hands travel south to grab her ass. “I think you just wanted an excuse to be touchin’ on me.”
“No, no. Don’t you remember? I told you that I need to see you naked.” She launched into another deeper kiss. “So strip Jayne Cobb. Now.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He pushed her back slightly and stood to unbuckle his pants. She was watchin’ him with dark, lusty eyes and it was all almost too good to be true. Almost, because she weren’t naked yet. He stepped out of his boxers and faced her in all his glory, lettin’ her singe him with the heat he saw in her eyes.
“Turn around. Face the bed,” she commanded.
Oh shit. He was humped. If she was gonna be one of them domineerin’ women, he was done for. There was nothin’ sexier than a woman in charge in the bedroom. Visions of her taking control, riding him hard, tellin’ him exactly what she wanted was too damn hot. His hand shot to his cock and he was moaning as soon as he began strokin’ himself.
Her hands slipped around his waist and down the front of his thighs. Her nails dug in and trailed up roughly. Oh shit, the girl knew how to use her nails too, he thought. He wondered what else she knew how to use.
“Mmm,” she purred between his shoulder blades. “Thirty one.”
“Huh?”
“Thirty one scars.” She trailed her wet warm tongue down his spine. Her hands caressed up from his thighs to his hips, up his back to his shoulders.
“Ya’, I guess.”
Jayne felt her hands slip off his body and he hoped it was ‘cause she was slippin’ out her clothes. He turned around so he could watch but instead found her leaning back against his ladder.
“Simon’s looking for me. I have to go.”
“Are you fucking kiddin’ me?” He was right, he thought, this was a bad idea. Bad, bad, bad.
She crashed up against him, crushing her lips to his. “No, not bad. Never bad. Don’t worry Jayne. I have lots of research projects planned for you.” Another kiss. “Oh, and tomorrow night? You get to count my scars.”
He grabbed her ass and ground it against him. “Damn, baby, what am I gonna do until then?”
She grabbed his cock gently and stroked slowly up once and slowly down once. “I suggest you finish what we started here. I’ll be in my bunk doing the same.”
“Holy hell, girl. I had no idea, I mean I hoped and kinda prayed, but never really imagined…”
“Shh, Jayne,” she whispered as she stepped backward toward the ladder. “You forget. I’m a genius. Plus I’ll have you know I am an extremely dedicated researcher. I tend to be very methodical and very, very thorough. Good night, Jayne.”
Jayne collapsed on his bed as soon as his hatch cycled shut. He absently traced a scar on his chest and laughed. He had a feelin’ he better get used to being out-smarted and bossed around by the girl. But if it meant he finally got to do some hands-on research of his own, then it would be well worth it.