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Title: Chapter 4
Series: Lost
Author: Sevangel
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: R
FYI: There is one little part that was completely inspired by recent discussions of Adam’s arms. Now, me, I’ve never really been an arm person. I’ve always been a lower hip kinda gal, you know on a guy with a perfect six pack who wears his pants low enough that you can see his hip bones and the little arrow like thing it makes. And I’ve always been a no chest hair kinda gal and then Adam comes along and ruins everything. Now I find myself likin’ the big guys with pony kegs, I believe someone called them, and chest hair. And the arms. Is it bad when I say I can stare at Adam’s arms for ten minutes and not even realize it? So, anyways, you’ll understand what I’m referring to when you read it.
Previous chapters
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“C’mon, crazy, daylights wastin’.” Jayne nudges River’s back with his boot. “I ain’t jokin’; I’m leavin’ in five minutes, with or without you.”
River throws off her netting and stretches, arms reaching high above her head and toes pointing down.
Jayne swallows a few times, trying to wet his suddenly dry throat. Her short dress rides up so high he can just make out her panties and he can see the muscles in her legs tense and relax which makes him remember how they felt wrapped around his hips only hours ago. “Let’s go.” With that said, he turns and leaves.
River sits up with a sigh. She doesn’t understand him. He finds her desirable yet looked away from her body even though he enjoyed looking at it. She always thought Simon was a boob but now she’s wandering if maybe all men are boobs. She can add the captain into the ‘boob’ category, the proof being the way he feels for Inara but refuses to do anything about it. She doesn’t consider Wash a boob now but she has to think he probably was before Zoe. The Shepard doesn’t count as he is neither a boob nor not one; he just is. Realizing her pondering on the ‘boobiness’ of men will have to wait, she slips her boots on and stands up. She wishes she had a toothbrush and some paste to remove the nasty taste from her mouth but since nobody but her will have to actually taste it, she decides it is really unneeded.
“Bout gorram time.” Jayne mutters looking above her head and not at her. “Let’s go; I wanna find somethin’ to eat besides gorram berries.”
River follows Jayne through the woods, humming a little tune under her breath.
“Gorramit, stop hummin’ that damn song.” Jayne growls back, his jaw clenching with fury.
“The hero from Canton, the man they call Jayne.” River sings out loud, sticking her tongue out at his back.
His fists clench at his side but he doesn’t turn around or say anything else. He just continues to walk towards the stream, one of the broken piping from the ship in his hand. She’s startin’ to get to him and that bothers the gorram hell out of him seein’ as they’ve only been on this gorram island for a couple days. And if she’s gettin’ to him this much, this fast, how bad is it gonna be in a few more days. He tries, tries so gorram hard to treat her as he always has and for the most part, he’s able. Then night comes and he can’t keep the same distance between them. He tried last night, tried to crawl in his bed and ignore her but he couldn’t. It was like he wasn’t even controllin’ himself and he hates that more than anything.
He’s bleeding red, it’s leaking from every orifice on his body. She’s used to feeling anger from him but this anger is different. For once, his anger is directed at himself and not at those surrounding him. It confuses her to say the least.
“We’ll stop here for a bit.” Jayne indicates to the part of the stream they stopped at yesterday. “Get your fill of them berries and the water fore we move on.”
River drops down beside Jayne and starts scooping water into her mouth. After she gets her fill of the cool, crisp water, she moves over to the bushes and starts plucking berries off it. “Jayne?”
“What?” Jayne tosses a few berries into his mouth and leans back on his elbows as he lounges on the ground, his legs tossed out in front of him.
“It’s hot.” River complains.
“Yeah, so?” Jayne scowls. “What the gorram hell do you want me to do bout it?”
“You said we would worry about the middle portion of my dress later.” River reminds him. “It is later.”
Jayne sighs and sits up, taking his knife out at the same time. “Give me your dress.”
River slips her dress off and hands it to Jayne.
“Go on and play in the creek.” Jayne orders, refusing to look at her.
River glances once at Jayne and then does as he asks.
Jayne cuts River’s dress at the waist line and then sets the skirt part to the side. Then he cuts a good section of the top off, leaving just enough to cover her breasts. Taking the scrap of fabric he cut off, he cuts it into strips. He ties two of the strips together and then pockets the rest. That section of it done, he grabs the skirt and chops off a good portion so that the skirt’ll rest low on her hips. Then he cuts a series of slits around the waistband of her skirt and threads the long strip he made through it. And since he‘s doin‘ hers, he takes his own shirt off and cuts the sleeves off it before putting it back on. “A’right, crazy, I did the best that I could.”
River walks over to Jayne and takes the scraps he hands her, trying her best to keep her eyes averted off his biceps. It amazes her how big his arms are; he could snap her in half if he wanted too. And yet he somehow manages to not bruise her while they’re having sex. But she knows that’s because he maintains control of his basic instincts even if he does loose more control around her than he ever has with anyone else. She has to wonder what sex would be like with Jayne if he completely lost control. Pushing those thoughts aside, she slips the top on and then the skirt. She ties a big bow in the front of her skirt to keep it from falling down but other than that, she likes her new clothes. It’s so much cooler and less binding. Now if only Jayne would let her take off her boots.
He has to swallow a few times before he can even speak. Her skirt is hangin’ down so low he can see her gorram hip bones and the elastic of her panties. And he cut too much off the top and if’n she even shrugs, he’s gonna get a good look at the bottom of her bra. And if she raises her arms, he’ll get to see everything. Then, almost like she’s readin’ his gorram mind, she stretches her arms above her head and he gets a clear view of her little breasts, hard nipples pokin’ through the front of her bra. And then there’s her belly, all bare and sweet lookin’, drops of water tricklin’ down to gather at the waist band of her panties; it’s all he can do to not walk over there and lick em up. “C’mon, crazy, day’s a wastin’.”
They’re walking again and River looks curiously around the woods but after so long, finds it to be rather boring. Everything looks the same; just more trees and plants. Then she looks at Jayne’s right arm and sighs with appreciation. He’s still holding the pipe but now he’s clenching it and it makes every tendon and vein in his arm stick out. She studies them all and decides the big one on the top of his arm that stretches from his elbow region down to his wrist is her favorite. She then decides there is something good about being stranded somewhere without her brother; she will have the opportunity and freedom to explore and experience things she otherwise wouldn’t. She loves her brother but he still sees her as the fourteen year old girl that went into the academy. He just can’t admit that she is an adult now, age aside. She’s experienced and done things most adults couldn’t handle it and has come out still mostly intact. All she needs is time and the freedom to do the things she wants without the worry that her brother won’t approve or understand. She really does love her brother and knows that he loves her but sometimes he makes her feel like she has to be this perfect girl. Like because he gave up so much for her that she must repay him by being whatever he wants her to be regardless of how she feels about it. And she’s not; she can’t be. She’s been changed, altered and there’s nothing that can be done to put her back as she was. She’s accepted that and is trying to move on with her life as she is. Simon can’t, he refuses to do that. And as sure as she knows anything, she knows he won’t stop looking until he either finds her or finds physical proof that she is dead, it’s just the way he is. But here, all she has to do is be her. Jayne might roll his eyes and call her crazy but he won’t make her feel guilty for not being the perfect little genius she once was.
He normally thinks about sex an awful lot of his wakin’ moments but this here, bein’ stranded on an island with nothin’ to do but think about the firm little package behind him is slowly but surely pushing him towards the edge. The edge of what, he’s not sure but he does know when he falls over, every gorram thing is gonna change and he’s not ready for that.
Jayne’s ears perk up, the sound of running water becoming clear. It’s different than the creek and he’ll be damned if after a few moments, he doesn’t see the gorram waterfall crazy wanted.
“Oh.” River gasps. A few yards away, the creek that they were following leads into a small lake with a beautiful waterfall. The creek continues on into the distance but all she cares about is the waterfall. She looks up at Jayne hopefully. “Can I swim?”
“Figured you’d done enough swimmin’ by now to last you a couple years.” Jayne replies.
“This is different.” River says. “It will be more of bathing than swimming. I wish to get all the salt and sand off my body.”
Jayne just waves her own, a mental picture of River washin’ herself fillin’ his mind. And suddenly, he finds himself in need of a swim too; he just hopes the gorram water here is colder than the ocean. He quickly strips down to his boxers and dives in, hoping against hope to wash her off his skin. And it works too, for about the thirty seconds he’s underwater. But once he breaks surface and sees her neatly setting her clothes on the grass beside the lake, he feels her right back under and on his skin. He sinks back under with a groan.
River dives in, gasping as the cold water hits her skin. It is cold but after the initial shock wears off, she finds herself very appreciative of the cold water. She swims over to the waterfall and carefully climbs up the slippery rocks. Then she’s standing under the spray of water, sighing as it beats the grime off her skin.
Fuck. That’s really all he can form at the minute. If he thought she looked like a gorram water nymph before, it ain’t nothin’ compared to how she looks now standin’ under that waterfall. Her eyes are closed, her head tilted back, as the water hits her face and body. Her nipples are rock hard, most likely from the cold water and her belly is clenched. She’s standing with her feet about shoulder length apart and gorram if she ain’t hotter than any mag pic he’s ever seen. Hell, if’n he had a capture, he could sell her picture and make a whole gorram amount of money. And to his own disbelief, he knows if he did have a capture, ain’t no person in the whole verse get to see it but him. That’s the thought that makes him shoot out of the water, panic driving him away.
“Crazy, gonna go find some fish; you stay right here, dong ma?” Jayne slips his boxers off and pulls his cloths back on, dropping the wet boxers to the ground to dry.
“Okay.” River agrees.
Jayne grabs the piping off the grass and practically runs away from the little nymph.
River waits until she knows Jayne is gone before removing her undergarments. She rinses them out repeatedly under the harsh flow of water and then dives back into the lake, the scraps of satin in her hand. After climbing out of the water, she hangs the garments from a nearby tree to dry. Then she spots Jayne’s boxers. With a sigh, she swims back over to the waterfall and rinses them out too. Once they’re hanging up beside her own underwear, she once again swims over to the waterfall and finds a nice, flat rock to stretch out on. Due to the peaceful surroundings and her weariness from everything, she falls asleep, curling up into a little ball.
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Jayne once again looks down at the three large fish he’s carrying on a rope he made from River’s dress scraps and can’t help but feel a little proud and a hell lot of hungry. He can’t wait to grab River and get home so they can eat somethin’ besides berries and coconuts. As he steps beside the lake, he panics a little when he doesn’t see River. Then, to the relief he won’t admit to, he spots her lounging out on a rock by the water fall. He almost drops his hard caught fish. Cause to his disbelief, the little genius is stark naked, snoozin’ away on that bit of rock. A glance around and he sees not only her underwear but his own hanging from a tree. And just as he goes to yell at her, she sits up and stretches; his jaw drops open at the perfection in front of him. Now, he’s seen her naked a few times, the first when she crawled outa her box thing and the others when they sexed up. But he didn’t get to see much during the box, her gorram brother covered her up too quickly. And it was dark when they sexed and only saw bits of shadows. But this here, this is the perfect view.
Her tits are small but perky as hell, not saggin’ a bit and are topped with tight, little brown nipples. Her legs are long as can be and hips actually a bit fuller than he thought. He can see the neat little triangle of hair coverin’ her cunt and then there’s her belly. A belly that is just ten different kinds of sinful. He wants to do so many things to that soft, pale area that it’s becomin’ all he can think of. And then it is all he can think off.
He’d start off just runnin’ his fingers down the firm flesh, probably gettin’ a giggle or two out of River for his efforts. Then he’d lick his way around her belly, startin’ off right under her tits and makin’ his way down to the top off her panties. By this point, she’d be whimperin’, her legs spread, maybe a finger or two playin’ with herself while he tastes to his hearts content. And after he tasted every square inch of her torso, he’d start over only this time usin’ his teeth. River’d be finger fuckin’ herself by this point and he’d be facin’ her spread thighs as she does it so he can watch. And right as she comes, he’d suck hard on her belly button, markin’ the pale skin as his. She’d be all nice and wet by then and he’d be able to slip into her easy as anythin’. And he would, fuckin’ her to another orgasm as his mouth nips and licks at every bit of skin he can reach. Then when it’s done and they’re both sated, he’d get some of them berries and eat em off her belly, arousin’ them both up for another round…
“Jayne.”
Jayne shakes his head and glances down to see a dressed River standing beside him. “What?”
“Are you okay?” River asks, trying to mask the concern from her voice.
“Fine.” Jayne replies. “Just waitin’ on you.”
“I’ve been ready for two minutes and thirty eight seconds; you wouldn’t respond to me.” River states.
Hell, yeah he’s respondin’. Respondin’ so much he’s bout to burst through his shorts. “Let’s go.”
River follows Jayne with a sigh, his boxers held tightly against her chest.
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“I’m going to bed.” River states as she stretches. “The fish was delicious.”
“Yeah, it was.” Jayne agrees. “You go on in, I’m gonna sit out here for a bit.”
River nods and leaves the small fire to head back towards their home.
Jayne throws some sand on the fire, puttin’ it out as he looks off into the darkness. He ain’t gonna do it; ain’t gonna touch her again. And as long as he keeps remindin’ himself that and waits until she’s gotta be asleep, he knows he can get away with it. He waits as long as he can, until he knows he’s gotta go get some sleep, before joining her inside their cave.
River waits until Jayne is lying down before speaking. “Jayne?”
Jayne clenches his fists in frustration. “Yeah?”
“I am sore.” River whispers, hoping he understands. She wants to be touched, even if it’s nothing more than his cock inside her and his fingers against her clit. “Please?”
Jayne thumbs off his boxers and sits up. “C’mere.”
River throws her netting off and crawls over to him, completely naked.
“You can’t be sleepin’ all naked, shui nu shen.” Jayne helps her settle across his thighs and brings his hands down on her bare back. “Libel to get somethin’ gross crawlin’ all over you.”
“My under things are too binding and so is my skirt if I tie it.” River explains around a moan, his fingers digging deliciously into her back. “And if I don’t tie them up, they just slide down my thighs.”
Jayne massages the thighs in question. “You can sleep in my shirt.”
River moans and spreads her legs apart. “You do not mind?”
“Offered, didn’t I?” Jayne replies. “I don’t make a habit of offerin’ things I ain’t really willin’ to give.”
River grinds her hips back, hoping he’ll touch her. And he does but not where she wants him to. Instead, he lays back and lifts her up to straddle his hips.
“You ever ride a horse?” Jayne asks, fingers moving her folds apart to slip the head of his cock between them.
“Yes.” River moans as he fingers brush over her clit.
“It’s just like that.” Jayne pulls her down on his shaft. “Ride me, shui nu shen.”
River’s mouth hangs open on a silent scream, Jayne’s cock so deep inside her. Her hands plant flat on his chest as she slowly pulls up and then slams back down on him. They both groan. Then she replays her riding lessons, rising and falling in quick movements that shoot bolt after bolt of pleasure through her body. Her hands slide up her body to cup and mold her breasts, chaotic words escaping her mouth.
He ain’t ever felt nothin’ like this in his whole gorram life. She fits round him like she was molded for that purpose only and damn if’n she don’t know how to ride a man. Hell, she could give professional girls a run for their money. Then she proves her innocence by whimpering loudly, her body right on the edge.
“Jayne?” River whimpers, unsure what’s going on. Her hands drop back down to his chest and her nails dig into the hair matted skin. “Oh, please…”
Jayne reaches between them and flicks her clit. That’s all it takes.
Her body breaks and she screams loudly as strong waves of intense pleasure shoot through her body. And just when she thinks it’s over, Jayne flicks her clit again and she experiences it all over again.
He lets go after her second orgasm, utterly unable to hold back anymore. His eyes cross as he empties himself into her with a deep, satisfied groan. She collapses on top of him and despite the panic he feels, he doesn’t make her move.
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“Whelp, one down and only what feels like a hundred more to go.” Mal announces. “Get on to the next moon, Wash.”
“Can do.” Wash sets course for the second moon on their list.
“We ain’t gonna give up till we have proof to.” Mal assures Simon. “You ain’t gotta watch to make sure of it.”
Simon nods his understanding and leaves the bridge to find Kaylee. In the two weeks that his sister has been gone, he’s found himself completely addicted to Kaylee’s presence. He needs the mechanic, needs her smiles and brightness more than he’s ever needed anything. He hasn’t told her but he will, once he finds River. If she’s alive, then he will make sure it’s okay with her, though he knows it will be, if he engages in a serious and permanent relationship with the mechanic. And if she’s dead, he’ll bury her remains and then do what he knows she would want him to do, be happy. And there’s not a person more able to make him happy than Kaylee.
“Hey, baby.” Kaylee crawls out from under the engine and stands up to kiss Simon. It scares her sometimes, how quickly they went from friends to lovers, but she’s too happy to say anything. Well, happy except for River and Jayne being gone. But once they’re back, and Kaylee fully believes they will be, she knows she will completely happy. She pushes the fear that once River is back, Simon will return to the distant doctor he was, and pours every bit of feeling she has into his mouth.
Simon groans against Kaylee’s mouth, his hands gripping her thighs and pulling her against his hardening cock. He needs her, needs her more than anything, and knows she won’t say no. And sure enough, her nimble little hands slip between them to unbuckle his pants.
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River finishes the rest of her fish and studies her lover of two weeks as he finishes his. His face is bushy, much more so that she would prefer but he hasn’t shaved in over two weeks so she’s not surprised. She prefers him scruffy rather than full bearded but will take him anyway she can have him.
They have a schedule now, one that works exactly the same everyday. Jayne wakes her up an hour after he himself wakes up, and she gets dressed, giving his shirt back to him once she’s done. They hike to the stream, stopping for a break and eating berries and drinking the cool water. Then they walk to the lake where they both swim in the cold water. Jayne then leaves to fish while River washes their under things and fills up the coconut canteens Jayne made them with water. She then naps on her rock until Jayne returns with their dinner. They hike back to home and Jayne cleans the fish while River starts the fire. Jayne does the cooking and River watches him. They watch the sunset and crawl into their cave for River’s favorite part of the day.
“Goin’ to bed.” Jayne kicks sand over the fire and steps into their home.
River follows after, stripping naked as she goes. They no longer bother with the fake ‘massage’ as they’re both aroused from thinking about doing this all day long.
“On your hands and knees, shui nu shen.” Jayne orders huskily.
River immediately drops down, her knees spreading apart for Jayne’s body. She knows why he loves this position; her arms always give out after her first orgasm and he has to wrap an arm around her belly to keep her up. He loves the excuse to touch her. As he slips inside her body, her head falls forward and her hips rotate backwards.
She knows more about orgasms and pleasure than Inara does. She’s been fucked in more positions than Kaylee knows exists and can ring Jayne dry with muscles Zoe doesn’t even know she possesses. She’s had multiple orgasms and has even passed out due to the pleasure Jayne rings from her body but she’s never even been kissed. She’s never had fingers inside her other than her own. No one has ever touched or kissed her breasts and nobody has licked her skin. And even though he makes her feel like a whore most of the time, River can’t help but love Jayne.
Jayne’s eyes close as he pistons inside her. He takes this one fast, wanting her to cum so he can wrap his hand around her belly. And sure enough, she wails she orgasms and her arms give out. His arm moves around her, the palm of his hand resting over her belly as he slows down, wanting to maintain contact with her as long as possible; if it was up to him, they’d stay like this forever.
She can moan his name and touch him to her hearts content which is probably the only thing that keeps her moving. She doesn’t want to love him, not because he’s rude or uneducated, but because she knows he will never return the feelings. But as long as they’re here, on this island, they will remain on their schedule and River can keep from falling apart. But she knows once they’re rescued, she will break because then she won’t be able to be his shui nu shen anymore.
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Series: Lost
Author: Sevangel
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: R
FYI: There is one little part that was completely inspired by recent discussions of Adam’s arms. Now, me, I’ve never really been an arm person. I’ve always been a lower hip kinda gal, you know on a guy with a perfect six pack who wears his pants low enough that you can see his hip bones and the little arrow like thing it makes. And I’ve always been a no chest hair kinda gal and then Adam comes along and ruins everything. Now I find myself likin’ the big guys with pony kegs, I believe someone called them, and chest hair. And the arms. Is it bad when I say I can stare at Adam’s arms for ten minutes and not even realize it? So, anyways, you’ll understand what I’m referring to when you read it.
Previous chapters
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“C’mon, crazy, daylights wastin’.” Jayne nudges River’s back with his boot. “I ain’t jokin’; I’m leavin’ in five minutes, with or without you.”
River throws off her netting and stretches, arms reaching high above her head and toes pointing down.
Jayne swallows a few times, trying to wet his suddenly dry throat. Her short dress rides up so high he can just make out her panties and he can see the muscles in her legs tense and relax which makes him remember how they felt wrapped around his hips only hours ago. “Let’s go.” With that said, he turns and leaves.
River sits up with a sigh. She doesn’t understand him. He finds her desirable yet looked away from her body even though he enjoyed looking at it. She always thought Simon was a boob but now she’s wandering if maybe all men are boobs. She can add the captain into the ‘boob’ category, the proof being the way he feels for Inara but refuses to do anything about it. She doesn’t consider Wash a boob now but she has to think he probably was before Zoe. The Shepard doesn’t count as he is neither a boob nor not one; he just is. Realizing her pondering on the ‘boobiness’ of men will have to wait, she slips her boots on and stands up. She wishes she had a toothbrush and some paste to remove the nasty taste from her mouth but since nobody but her will have to actually taste it, she decides it is really unneeded.
“Bout gorram time.” Jayne mutters looking above her head and not at her. “Let’s go; I wanna find somethin’ to eat besides gorram berries.”
River follows Jayne through the woods, humming a little tune under her breath.
“Gorramit, stop hummin’ that damn song.” Jayne growls back, his jaw clenching with fury.
“The hero from Canton, the man they call Jayne.” River sings out loud, sticking her tongue out at his back.
His fists clench at his side but he doesn’t turn around or say anything else. He just continues to walk towards the stream, one of the broken piping from the ship in his hand. She’s startin’ to get to him and that bothers the gorram hell out of him seein’ as they’ve only been on this gorram island for a couple days. And if she’s gettin’ to him this much, this fast, how bad is it gonna be in a few more days. He tries, tries so gorram hard to treat her as he always has and for the most part, he’s able. Then night comes and he can’t keep the same distance between them. He tried last night, tried to crawl in his bed and ignore her but he couldn’t. It was like he wasn’t even controllin’ himself and he hates that more than anything.
He’s bleeding red, it’s leaking from every orifice on his body. She’s used to feeling anger from him but this anger is different. For once, his anger is directed at himself and not at those surrounding him. It confuses her to say the least.
“We’ll stop here for a bit.” Jayne indicates to the part of the stream they stopped at yesterday. “Get your fill of them berries and the water fore we move on.”
River drops down beside Jayne and starts scooping water into her mouth. After she gets her fill of the cool, crisp water, she moves over to the bushes and starts plucking berries off it. “Jayne?”
“What?” Jayne tosses a few berries into his mouth and leans back on his elbows as he lounges on the ground, his legs tossed out in front of him.
“It’s hot.” River complains.
“Yeah, so?” Jayne scowls. “What the gorram hell do you want me to do bout it?”
“You said we would worry about the middle portion of my dress later.” River reminds him. “It is later.”
Jayne sighs and sits up, taking his knife out at the same time. “Give me your dress.”
River slips her dress off and hands it to Jayne.
“Go on and play in the creek.” Jayne orders, refusing to look at her.
River glances once at Jayne and then does as he asks.
Jayne cuts River’s dress at the waist line and then sets the skirt part to the side. Then he cuts a good section of the top off, leaving just enough to cover her breasts. Taking the scrap of fabric he cut off, he cuts it into strips. He ties two of the strips together and then pockets the rest. That section of it done, he grabs the skirt and chops off a good portion so that the skirt’ll rest low on her hips. Then he cuts a series of slits around the waistband of her skirt and threads the long strip he made through it. And since he‘s doin‘ hers, he takes his own shirt off and cuts the sleeves off it before putting it back on. “A’right, crazy, I did the best that I could.”
River walks over to Jayne and takes the scraps he hands her, trying her best to keep her eyes averted off his biceps. It amazes her how big his arms are; he could snap her in half if he wanted too. And yet he somehow manages to not bruise her while they’re having sex. But she knows that’s because he maintains control of his basic instincts even if he does loose more control around her than he ever has with anyone else. She has to wonder what sex would be like with Jayne if he completely lost control. Pushing those thoughts aside, she slips the top on and then the skirt. She ties a big bow in the front of her skirt to keep it from falling down but other than that, she likes her new clothes. It’s so much cooler and less binding. Now if only Jayne would let her take off her boots.
He has to swallow a few times before he can even speak. Her skirt is hangin’ down so low he can see her gorram hip bones and the elastic of her panties. And he cut too much off the top and if’n she even shrugs, he’s gonna get a good look at the bottom of her bra. And if she raises her arms, he’ll get to see everything. Then, almost like she’s readin’ his gorram mind, she stretches her arms above her head and he gets a clear view of her little breasts, hard nipples pokin’ through the front of her bra. And then there’s her belly, all bare and sweet lookin’, drops of water tricklin’ down to gather at the waist band of her panties; it’s all he can do to not walk over there and lick em up. “C’mon, crazy, day’s a wastin’.”
They’re walking again and River looks curiously around the woods but after so long, finds it to be rather boring. Everything looks the same; just more trees and plants. Then she looks at Jayne’s right arm and sighs with appreciation. He’s still holding the pipe but now he’s clenching it and it makes every tendon and vein in his arm stick out. She studies them all and decides the big one on the top of his arm that stretches from his elbow region down to his wrist is her favorite. She then decides there is something good about being stranded somewhere without her brother; she will have the opportunity and freedom to explore and experience things she otherwise wouldn’t. She loves her brother but he still sees her as the fourteen year old girl that went into the academy. He just can’t admit that she is an adult now, age aside. She’s experienced and done things most adults couldn’t handle it and has come out still mostly intact. All she needs is time and the freedom to do the things she wants without the worry that her brother won’t approve or understand. She really does love her brother and knows that he loves her but sometimes he makes her feel like she has to be this perfect girl. Like because he gave up so much for her that she must repay him by being whatever he wants her to be regardless of how she feels about it. And she’s not; she can’t be. She’s been changed, altered and there’s nothing that can be done to put her back as she was. She’s accepted that and is trying to move on with her life as she is. Simon can’t, he refuses to do that. And as sure as she knows anything, she knows he won’t stop looking until he either finds her or finds physical proof that she is dead, it’s just the way he is. But here, all she has to do is be her. Jayne might roll his eyes and call her crazy but he won’t make her feel guilty for not being the perfect little genius she once was.
He normally thinks about sex an awful lot of his wakin’ moments but this here, bein’ stranded on an island with nothin’ to do but think about the firm little package behind him is slowly but surely pushing him towards the edge. The edge of what, he’s not sure but he does know when he falls over, every gorram thing is gonna change and he’s not ready for that.
Jayne’s ears perk up, the sound of running water becoming clear. It’s different than the creek and he’ll be damned if after a few moments, he doesn’t see the gorram waterfall crazy wanted.
“Oh.” River gasps. A few yards away, the creek that they were following leads into a small lake with a beautiful waterfall. The creek continues on into the distance but all she cares about is the waterfall. She looks up at Jayne hopefully. “Can I swim?”
“Figured you’d done enough swimmin’ by now to last you a couple years.” Jayne replies.
“This is different.” River says. “It will be more of bathing than swimming. I wish to get all the salt and sand off my body.”
Jayne just waves her own, a mental picture of River washin’ herself fillin’ his mind. And suddenly, he finds himself in need of a swim too; he just hopes the gorram water here is colder than the ocean. He quickly strips down to his boxers and dives in, hoping against hope to wash her off his skin. And it works too, for about the thirty seconds he’s underwater. But once he breaks surface and sees her neatly setting her clothes on the grass beside the lake, he feels her right back under and on his skin. He sinks back under with a groan.
River dives in, gasping as the cold water hits her skin. It is cold but after the initial shock wears off, she finds herself very appreciative of the cold water. She swims over to the waterfall and carefully climbs up the slippery rocks. Then she’s standing under the spray of water, sighing as it beats the grime off her skin.
Fuck. That’s really all he can form at the minute. If he thought she looked like a gorram water nymph before, it ain’t nothin’ compared to how she looks now standin’ under that waterfall. Her eyes are closed, her head tilted back, as the water hits her face and body. Her nipples are rock hard, most likely from the cold water and her belly is clenched. She’s standing with her feet about shoulder length apart and gorram if she ain’t hotter than any mag pic he’s ever seen. Hell, if’n he had a capture, he could sell her picture and make a whole gorram amount of money. And to his own disbelief, he knows if he did have a capture, ain’t no person in the whole verse get to see it but him. That’s the thought that makes him shoot out of the water, panic driving him away.
“Crazy, gonna go find some fish; you stay right here, dong ma?” Jayne slips his boxers off and pulls his cloths back on, dropping the wet boxers to the ground to dry.
“Okay.” River agrees.
Jayne grabs the piping off the grass and practically runs away from the little nymph.
River waits until she knows Jayne is gone before removing her undergarments. She rinses them out repeatedly under the harsh flow of water and then dives back into the lake, the scraps of satin in her hand. After climbing out of the water, she hangs the garments from a nearby tree to dry. Then she spots Jayne’s boxers. With a sigh, she swims back over to the waterfall and rinses them out too. Once they’re hanging up beside her own underwear, she once again swims over to the waterfall and finds a nice, flat rock to stretch out on. Due to the peaceful surroundings and her weariness from everything, she falls asleep, curling up into a little ball.
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Jayne once again looks down at the three large fish he’s carrying on a rope he made from River’s dress scraps and can’t help but feel a little proud and a hell lot of hungry. He can’t wait to grab River and get home so they can eat somethin’ besides berries and coconuts. As he steps beside the lake, he panics a little when he doesn’t see River. Then, to the relief he won’t admit to, he spots her lounging out on a rock by the water fall. He almost drops his hard caught fish. Cause to his disbelief, the little genius is stark naked, snoozin’ away on that bit of rock. A glance around and he sees not only her underwear but his own hanging from a tree. And just as he goes to yell at her, she sits up and stretches; his jaw drops open at the perfection in front of him. Now, he’s seen her naked a few times, the first when she crawled outa her box thing and the others when they sexed up. But he didn’t get to see much during the box, her gorram brother covered her up too quickly. And it was dark when they sexed and only saw bits of shadows. But this here, this is the perfect view.
Her tits are small but perky as hell, not saggin’ a bit and are topped with tight, little brown nipples. Her legs are long as can be and hips actually a bit fuller than he thought. He can see the neat little triangle of hair coverin’ her cunt and then there’s her belly. A belly that is just ten different kinds of sinful. He wants to do so many things to that soft, pale area that it’s becomin’ all he can think of. And then it is all he can think off.
He’d start off just runnin’ his fingers down the firm flesh, probably gettin’ a giggle or two out of River for his efforts. Then he’d lick his way around her belly, startin’ off right under her tits and makin’ his way down to the top off her panties. By this point, she’d be whimperin’, her legs spread, maybe a finger or two playin’ with herself while he tastes to his hearts content. And after he tasted every square inch of her torso, he’d start over only this time usin’ his teeth. River’d be finger fuckin’ herself by this point and he’d be facin’ her spread thighs as she does it so he can watch. And right as she comes, he’d suck hard on her belly button, markin’ the pale skin as his. She’d be all nice and wet by then and he’d be able to slip into her easy as anythin’. And he would, fuckin’ her to another orgasm as his mouth nips and licks at every bit of skin he can reach. Then when it’s done and they’re both sated, he’d get some of them berries and eat em off her belly, arousin’ them both up for another round…
“Jayne.”
Jayne shakes his head and glances down to see a dressed River standing beside him. “What?”
“Are you okay?” River asks, trying to mask the concern from her voice.
“Fine.” Jayne replies. “Just waitin’ on you.”
“I’ve been ready for two minutes and thirty eight seconds; you wouldn’t respond to me.” River states.
Hell, yeah he’s respondin’. Respondin’ so much he’s bout to burst through his shorts. “Let’s go.”
River follows Jayne with a sigh, his boxers held tightly against her chest.
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“I’m going to bed.” River states as she stretches. “The fish was delicious.”
“Yeah, it was.” Jayne agrees. “You go on in, I’m gonna sit out here for a bit.”
River nods and leaves the small fire to head back towards their home.
Jayne throws some sand on the fire, puttin’ it out as he looks off into the darkness. He ain’t gonna do it; ain’t gonna touch her again. And as long as he keeps remindin’ himself that and waits until she’s gotta be asleep, he knows he can get away with it. He waits as long as he can, until he knows he’s gotta go get some sleep, before joining her inside their cave.
River waits until Jayne is lying down before speaking. “Jayne?”
Jayne clenches his fists in frustration. “Yeah?”
“I am sore.” River whispers, hoping he understands. She wants to be touched, even if it’s nothing more than his cock inside her and his fingers against her clit. “Please?”
Jayne thumbs off his boxers and sits up. “C’mere.”
River throws her netting off and crawls over to him, completely naked.
“You can’t be sleepin’ all naked, shui nu shen.” Jayne helps her settle across his thighs and brings his hands down on her bare back. “Libel to get somethin’ gross crawlin’ all over you.”
“My under things are too binding and so is my skirt if I tie it.” River explains around a moan, his fingers digging deliciously into her back. “And if I don’t tie them up, they just slide down my thighs.”
Jayne massages the thighs in question. “You can sleep in my shirt.”
River moans and spreads her legs apart. “You do not mind?”
“Offered, didn’t I?” Jayne replies. “I don’t make a habit of offerin’ things I ain’t really willin’ to give.”
River grinds her hips back, hoping he’ll touch her. And he does but not where she wants him to. Instead, he lays back and lifts her up to straddle his hips.
“You ever ride a horse?” Jayne asks, fingers moving her folds apart to slip the head of his cock between them.
“Yes.” River moans as he fingers brush over her clit.
“It’s just like that.” Jayne pulls her down on his shaft. “Ride me, shui nu shen.”
River’s mouth hangs open on a silent scream, Jayne’s cock so deep inside her. Her hands plant flat on his chest as she slowly pulls up and then slams back down on him. They both groan. Then she replays her riding lessons, rising and falling in quick movements that shoot bolt after bolt of pleasure through her body. Her hands slide up her body to cup and mold her breasts, chaotic words escaping her mouth.
He ain’t ever felt nothin’ like this in his whole gorram life. She fits round him like she was molded for that purpose only and damn if’n she don’t know how to ride a man. Hell, she could give professional girls a run for their money. Then she proves her innocence by whimpering loudly, her body right on the edge.
“Jayne?” River whimpers, unsure what’s going on. Her hands drop back down to his chest and her nails dig into the hair matted skin. “Oh, please…”
Jayne reaches between them and flicks her clit. That’s all it takes.
Her body breaks and she screams loudly as strong waves of intense pleasure shoot through her body. And just when she thinks it’s over, Jayne flicks her clit again and she experiences it all over again.
He lets go after her second orgasm, utterly unable to hold back anymore. His eyes cross as he empties himself into her with a deep, satisfied groan. She collapses on top of him and despite the panic he feels, he doesn’t make her move.
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“Whelp, one down and only what feels like a hundred more to go.” Mal announces. “Get on to the next moon, Wash.”
“Can do.” Wash sets course for the second moon on their list.
“We ain’t gonna give up till we have proof to.” Mal assures Simon. “You ain’t gotta watch to make sure of it.”
Simon nods his understanding and leaves the bridge to find Kaylee. In the two weeks that his sister has been gone, he’s found himself completely addicted to Kaylee’s presence. He needs the mechanic, needs her smiles and brightness more than he’s ever needed anything. He hasn’t told her but he will, once he finds River. If she’s alive, then he will make sure it’s okay with her, though he knows it will be, if he engages in a serious and permanent relationship with the mechanic. And if she’s dead, he’ll bury her remains and then do what he knows she would want him to do, be happy. And there’s not a person more able to make him happy than Kaylee.
“Hey, baby.” Kaylee crawls out from under the engine and stands up to kiss Simon. It scares her sometimes, how quickly they went from friends to lovers, but she’s too happy to say anything. Well, happy except for River and Jayne being gone. But once they’re back, and Kaylee fully believes they will be, she knows she will completely happy. She pushes the fear that once River is back, Simon will return to the distant doctor he was, and pours every bit of feeling she has into his mouth.
Simon groans against Kaylee’s mouth, his hands gripping her thighs and pulling her against his hardening cock. He needs her, needs her more than anything, and knows she won’t say no. And sure enough, her nimble little hands slip between them to unbuckle his pants.
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River finishes the rest of her fish and studies her lover of two weeks as he finishes his. His face is bushy, much more so that she would prefer but he hasn’t shaved in over two weeks so she’s not surprised. She prefers him scruffy rather than full bearded but will take him anyway she can have him.
They have a schedule now, one that works exactly the same everyday. Jayne wakes her up an hour after he himself wakes up, and she gets dressed, giving his shirt back to him once she’s done. They hike to the stream, stopping for a break and eating berries and drinking the cool water. Then they walk to the lake where they both swim in the cold water. Jayne then leaves to fish while River washes their under things and fills up the coconut canteens Jayne made them with water. She then naps on her rock until Jayne returns with their dinner. They hike back to home and Jayne cleans the fish while River starts the fire. Jayne does the cooking and River watches him. They watch the sunset and crawl into their cave for River’s favorite part of the day.
“Goin’ to bed.” Jayne kicks sand over the fire and steps into their home.
River follows after, stripping naked as she goes. They no longer bother with the fake ‘massage’ as they’re both aroused from thinking about doing this all day long.
“On your hands and knees, shui nu shen.” Jayne orders huskily.
River immediately drops down, her knees spreading apart for Jayne’s body. She knows why he loves this position; her arms always give out after her first orgasm and he has to wrap an arm around her belly to keep her up. He loves the excuse to touch her. As he slips inside her body, her head falls forward and her hips rotate backwards.
She knows more about orgasms and pleasure than Inara does. She’s been fucked in more positions than Kaylee knows exists and can ring Jayne dry with muscles Zoe doesn’t even know she possesses. She’s had multiple orgasms and has even passed out due to the pleasure Jayne rings from her body but she’s never even been kissed. She’s never had fingers inside her other than her own. No one has ever touched or kissed her breasts and nobody has licked her skin. And even though he makes her feel like a whore most of the time, River can’t help but love Jayne.
Jayne’s eyes close as he pistons inside her. He takes this one fast, wanting her to cum so he can wrap his hand around her belly. And sure enough, she wails she orgasms and her arms give out. His arm moves around her, the palm of his hand resting over her belly as he slows down, wanting to maintain contact with her as long as possible; if it was up to him, they’d stay like this forever.
She can moan his name and touch him to her hearts content which is probably the only thing that keeps her moving. She doesn’t want to love him, not because he’s rude or uneducated, but because she knows he will never return the feelings. But as long as they’re here, on this island, they will remain on their schedule and River can keep from falling apart. But she knows once they’re rescued, she will break because then she won’t be able to be his shui nu shen anymore.
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