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Title: Hostage part 3a (it's short but I'm not protesting…finally, some Rayne)
Author: Sevangel
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns all
Rating: NC-17.…some much needed and missed Rayne smut
A/N: This is completely different from any Rayne I've written. This is dark, explicit, and at times, dirty. This is a look at the Rayne pairing I've never tried so I am forewarning everyone. It is consensual but very much dom/com but as most know, I am a sucker for happy endings so this will most likely have one.
Part 1
Part 2
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One-hundred and twelve. It's the number of times she's had physical contact with Jayne over the past month. Twenty-three. It's the number of times they've almost been caught. Seventeen hundred and thirteen. It's the number of minutes Jayne has been inside her body. Eighteen thousand-seven hundred and twenty; it's the number of minutes since she realized she's in love with the brute.
She'll never tell him. She's smart enough to know that he won't care and if he by chance he does, he'll never show it. It would be a weakness, one the merc would never let himself have.
He consumes her, body and soul. She'll let him do anything to her. She'll do anything he wants her to. It's funny. The academy searched the verse and paid millions of credits for doctors to do to her what an uneducated man from the rim can do effortlessly; control her.
Simon knows something is going on with her but no clue what it really is. He would never in a hundred years guess what it is.
"What in the name of…little one, what the gorram hell are you doin'?" Mal rubs the back of his neck as he approaches the mess table. "We're bout to eat off that."
River doesn't respond.
"Hey, crazy girl, get off the gorram table." Mal uses his 'captain' voice.
"Sir, I thought we were eating." Zoe steps up beside Mal.
"So did I." Mal agrees. "Guess River here has a different theory."
"River." Simon scolds. "This is completely unsanitary."
River bends her knees and places her bare feet flat on the table, causing her skirt to slide down her knees and thighs to pool on her lap, barely concealing her lower body.
"What's the hold up?" Jayne grunts as he walks into the room. "I thought we were eatin'."
"We're havin' a slight situation." Mal says over his shoulder. "River, darlin' some of us would like to eat."
River props herself up on her elbows and examines the captain. The skinny straps of her dress hang down her arms, baring her chest and to tops of her breasts. Her lips are plump, her hair mussed, and her eyes half-hooded. "Shumma?"
Simon's mouth drops open.
Mal takes a step back. "Okay, new rule, you ain't allowed to do whatever it is you're doing which means you need to get off that table and stop lookin' at me like…a non-crazy girl."
River arches an eyebrow before obeying, moving off the table slowly and onto her bare feet. She circles around the captain, one finger moving to run down his arm, and then walks towards the door.
Mal shakes his head and sends a glare at Inara. "River, where the hell are you goin'? It's chow time."
"Already ate." River throws over her shoulder. "I'd like to be alone now." As she leaves the room, she can feel Jayne's anger coat her back. She smiles softly to herself, glad to be able to throw him off his control for once. He can't leave until after he eats; that would drawl too much attention.
Jayne clenches his fists as he takes his normal seat at the table. Red-hot anger fills his body at River's actions. She ruttin' knows better. Knows better than to look at anyone but him like she was lookin' at the captain. Knows better than to touch him. And then takin' off like that, knowin' that he can't leave until after he eats….he ain't been this mad in a long gorram time.
They've been fuckin' for a month. It's the longest he's ever been with one woman and not cheated on her. It's longer than he thought he'd ever be with the crazy girl, not that he ever thought he'd really be with her.
He's goin' to the special hell; there ain't no doubt of that in his mind. The things he's done to River; the things he's got her to do to him, ain't no matter of 'acceptable'. He knows every single inch of her body, has touched every single inch. Licked his way from the tip of her nose down to the point of her toes and back again. And she…well, her brother was right when he said she was a fast learner. Girl can ride him ten ways from Sunday and barely break a sweat. Can take him so deep in her mouth he don't know how she can ruttin' breathe let alone suck him off.
He eats his dinner in relative silence, grunting at the appropriate intervals and responding to the right questions and ignorin' the ones he normally does. One thing's going his way though; it ain't his night to do the dishes. He claims being tired and wantin' to get a good night's sleep before the job, and with almost no hassle and no questions, is headed to his bunk less than half an hour after River. And he knows she'll be there.
And sure enough, she is. Sittin' on his bed, her hands clasped on her naked lap. He runs his eyes up and down her pale skin, one hand moving to shut and lock his bunk while the other pulls his shirt out of his pants. "You really eat?"
River shakes her head, sighing at the sensual feel of her hair brushing over the tips of her naked breasts. She does it again and again, a small smile covering her lips.
Jayne watches her with a half amused, half hungry smirk. He likes watching her explore her sexuality. Likes just letting her feel her limits and push past them. "You wet, River girl?"
"Mm hmm." River dutifully dips a hand between her thighs and then presents her moisture soaked digits to him.
Jayne grabs her elbow and lifts her off the bed, his head bending to suckle on her fingers. Then he reaches between her legs and pushes three of his large fingers inside her.
River whimpers and widens her stance at the intrusion.
"You gonna fuck him?" Jayne grips one hand around her upper arm as the other tortures her lower body.
River shakes, her eyes fluttering open and closed, and small whimpers escaping her mouth. She tries to process Jayne's question but can't figure out what he's asking. "Wha.." She shrieks in half pain, half pleasure as he pushes another finger inside her.
"You gonna fuck him?" Jayne squeezes his fingers around her slim arm and slams his fingers inside her. "Maybe let him bend you over the console since you like it that way so muc…."
A loud smack echoes through the small room and it takes River a second to realize her hand is stinging.
Jayne moves his hand off her arm to rub his stinging cheek.
"Would it bother you?" River presses a hand over the one he has between her legs and pushes on it, forcing the digits to start their movement again. "Or just something you're used to; your whore's next ride."
Jayne twists his fingers and presses his thumb down on her clit, hard. Her walls milk his fingers violently and he whips her against his chest mid-orgasm. "That what you are? Just another whore?"
River shrugs.
Jayne tosses her onto the bed and quickly strips off his clothes. "You could be." He looks down at her sprawled out body, her little breasts heaving and legs spread wantonly. "You got the skills, River girl." He mounts her and thrust inside her without preamble.
River moans in appreciation, her hips bucking against his and her back arching.
"Then I see you like this." Jayne pushes up on his hands and bends his head to lathe one of her hard nipples. He smirks when she whimpers. "Hear you like this; you're so gorram honest on your back." He nips the soft skin of her tit. "So real; seein' you like this, know you ain't no whore; too damn real."
River just keens as he drills in and out of her body. This is her favorite time. If she could, she would spend the rest of her life with Jayne inside her. Everything just washes away except for the feeling of him. The feeling of them. She loves it. Her ankles lock around his back as the very familiar rush of her orgasm consumes her; she just lets go.
His eyes cross as her body milks him and with a loud groan, he follows her. He automatically rolls off her small frame and pulls her on top of him. She's pretty much asleep at this point, which is normal for her, and he fits his body around hers as he covers them up with his small blanket. As he drifts off to sleep, he briefly wonders what her brother would say if he knew she's spent every night for the past month in his bed.
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River studies Jayne as he sleeps, her arms wrapped tightly around her bent knees. Things are about to change and she's fairly sure it's not for the best; fairly sure that this will probably be the last time she'll get to look at him this way. She's not sure what's going to happen, but the clenching of her heart tells her that it won't be good. And with a deep felt sigh, she pulls her wrinkled dress on, Simon's slight worry for her turning into a frantic one. She's up Jayne's ladder and out of his bunk without so much as a grunt from the merc and slips into one of her hiding spots near the bridge to await Simon's search.
It's going to be a long night.
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Author: Sevangel
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns all
Rating: NC-17.…some much needed and missed Rayne smut
A/N: This is completely different from any Rayne I've written. This is dark, explicit, and at times, dirty. This is a look at the Rayne pairing I've never tried so I am forewarning everyone. It is consensual but very much dom/com but as most know, I am a sucker for happy endings so this will most likely have one.
Part 1
Part 2
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One-hundred and twelve. It's the number of times she's had physical contact with Jayne over the past month. Twenty-three. It's the number of times they've almost been caught. Seventeen hundred and thirteen. It's the number of minutes Jayne has been inside her body. Eighteen thousand-seven hundred and twenty; it's the number of minutes since she realized she's in love with the brute.
She'll never tell him. She's smart enough to know that he won't care and if he by chance he does, he'll never show it. It would be a weakness, one the merc would never let himself have.
He consumes her, body and soul. She'll let him do anything to her. She'll do anything he wants her to. It's funny. The academy searched the verse and paid millions of credits for doctors to do to her what an uneducated man from the rim can do effortlessly; control her.
Simon knows something is going on with her but no clue what it really is. He would never in a hundred years guess what it is.
"What in the name of…little one, what the gorram hell are you doin'?" Mal rubs the back of his neck as he approaches the mess table. "We're bout to eat off that."
River doesn't respond.
"Hey, crazy girl, get off the gorram table." Mal uses his 'captain' voice.
"Sir, I thought we were eating." Zoe steps up beside Mal.
"So did I." Mal agrees. "Guess River here has a different theory."
"River." Simon scolds. "This is completely unsanitary."
River bends her knees and places her bare feet flat on the table, causing her skirt to slide down her knees and thighs to pool on her lap, barely concealing her lower body.
"What's the hold up?" Jayne grunts as he walks into the room. "I thought we were eatin'."
"We're havin' a slight situation." Mal says over his shoulder. "River, darlin' some of us would like to eat."
River props herself up on her elbows and examines the captain. The skinny straps of her dress hang down her arms, baring her chest and to tops of her breasts. Her lips are plump, her hair mussed, and her eyes half-hooded. "Shumma?"
Simon's mouth drops open.
Mal takes a step back. "Okay, new rule, you ain't allowed to do whatever it is you're doing which means you need to get off that table and stop lookin' at me like…a non-crazy girl."
River arches an eyebrow before obeying, moving off the table slowly and onto her bare feet. She circles around the captain, one finger moving to run down his arm, and then walks towards the door.
Mal shakes his head and sends a glare at Inara. "River, where the hell are you goin'? It's chow time."
"Already ate." River throws over her shoulder. "I'd like to be alone now." As she leaves the room, she can feel Jayne's anger coat her back. She smiles softly to herself, glad to be able to throw him off his control for once. He can't leave until after he eats; that would drawl too much attention.
Jayne clenches his fists as he takes his normal seat at the table. Red-hot anger fills his body at River's actions. She ruttin' knows better. Knows better than to look at anyone but him like she was lookin' at the captain. Knows better than to touch him. And then takin' off like that, knowin' that he can't leave until after he eats….he ain't been this mad in a long gorram time.
They've been fuckin' for a month. It's the longest he's ever been with one woman and not cheated on her. It's longer than he thought he'd ever be with the crazy girl, not that he ever thought he'd really be with her.
He's goin' to the special hell; there ain't no doubt of that in his mind. The things he's done to River; the things he's got her to do to him, ain't no matter of 'acceptable'. He knows every single inch of her body, has touched every single inch. Licked his way from the tip of her nose down to the point of her toes and back again. And she…well, her brother was right when he said she was a fast learner. Girl can ride him ten ways from Sunday and barely break a sweat. Can take him so deep in her mouth he don't know how she can ruttin' breathe let alone suck him off.
He eats his dinner in relative silence, grunting at the appropriate intervals and responding to the right questions and ignorin' the ones he normally does. One thing's going his way though; it ain't his night to do the dishes. He claims being tired and wantin' to get a good night's sleep before the job, and with almost no hassle and no questions, is headed to his bunk less than half an hour after River. And he knows she'll be there.
And sure enough, she is. Sittin' on his bed, her hands clasped on her naked lap. He runs his eyes up and down her pale skin, one hand moving to shut and lock his bunk while the other pulls his shirt out of his pants. "You really eat?"
River shakes her head, sighing at the sensual feel of her hair brushing over the tips of her naked breasts. She does it again and again, a small smile covering her lips.
Jayne watches her with a half amused, half hungry smirk. He likes watching her explore her sexuality. Likes just letting her feel her limits and push past them. "You wet, River girl?"
"Mm hmm." River dutifully dips a hand between her thighs and then presents her moisture soaked digits to him.
Jayne grabs her elbow and lifts her off the bed, his head bending to suckle on her fingers. Then he reaches between her legs and pushes three of his large fingers inside her.
River whimpers and widens her stance at the intrusion.
"You gonna fuck him?" Jayne grips one hand around her upper arm as the other tortures her lower body.
River shakes, her eyes fluttering open and closed, and small whimpers escaping her mouth. She tries to process Jayne's question but can't figure out what he's asking. "Wha.." She shrieks in half pain, half pleasure as he pushes another finger inside her.
"You gonna fuck him?" Jayne squeezes his fingers around her slim arm and slams his fingers inside her. "Maybe let him bend you over the console since you like it that way so muc…."
A loud smack echoes through the small room and it takes River a second to realize her hand is stinging.
Jayne moves his hand off her arm to rub his stinging cheek.
"Would it bother you?" River presses a hand over the one he has between her legs and pushes on it, forcing the digits to start their movement again. "Or just something you're used to; your whore's next ride."
Jayne twists his fingers and presses his thumb down on her clit, hard. Her walls milk his fingers violently and he whips her against his chest mid-orgasm. "That what you are? Just another whore?"
River shrugs.
Jayne tosses her onto the bed and quickly strips off his clothes. "You could be." He looks down at her sprawled out body, her little breasts heaving and legs spread wantonly. "You got the skills, River girl." He mounts her and thrust inside her without preamble.
River moans in appreciation, her hips bucking against his and her back arching.
"Then I see you like this." Jayne pushes up on his hands and bends his head to lathe one of her hard nipples. He smirks when she whimpers. "Hear you like this; you're so gorram honest on your back." He nips the soft skin of her tit. "So real; seein' you like this, know you ain't no whore; too damn real."
River just keens as he drills in and out of her body. This is her favorite time. If she could, she would spend the rest of her life with Jayne inside her. Everything just washes away except for the feeling of him. The feeling of them. She loves it. Her ankles lock around his back as the very familiar rush of her orgasm consumes her; she just lets go.
His eyes cross as her body milks him and with a loud groan, he follows her. He automatically rolls off her small frame and pulls her on top of him. She's pretty much asleep at this point, which is normal for her, and he fits his body around hers as he covers them up with his small blanket. As he drifts off to sleep, he briefly wonders what her brother would say if he knew she's spent every night for the past month in his bed.
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River studies Jayne as he sleeps, her arms wrapped tightly around her bent knees. Things are about to change and she's fairly sure it's not for the best; fairly sure that this will probably be the last time she'll get to look at him this way. She's not sure what's going to happen, but the clenching of her heart tells her that it won't be good. And with a deep felt sigh, she pulls her wrinkled dress on, Simon's slight worry for her turning into a frantic one. She's up Jayne's ladder and out of his bunk without so much as a grunt from the merc and slips into one of her hiding spots near the bridge to await Simon's search.
It's going to be a long night.
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