A Tricky Business: Chapter 6
Author's Note: Disclaimers and other info on Chapter 1. This is a work in progress. Many thanks to my beta wildannuette. (Wave your mouse over the Chinese for translations.)
Room Twelve
Room twelve, it turned out, was at the end of a hall lit by what were known are as “tree lights” - little individual bulbs linked together on a wire. Much like the lights Kaylee’d put up over her bunk door, except these flickered a bit. Jayne had never understood why they were called tree lights - “star lights” would have made more sense, especially them white ones going all twinkly.
Natasha walked quietly a few steps ahead of him. She swayed her hips at each step, so Jayne knew she wasn’t completely ignoring him. She didn’t seem like the type of whore to jump right into the sexing - especially if they’d been all fancified with the new money as Floyd had said. This worked fine with Jayne, who still had the soft lull of alcohol on him and was a tad curious to see what sort of Companion skills she might pull. Not, of course, that he’d be able to recognize them from a lame dog.
Jayne shut the door softly, taking a moment to glance down the length of the hall before leaning against the door. Natasha had already slipped off her shoes and was lighting some candles in front of a smiling Buddha. Then Jayne smelt something funny.
“What is it with you fancy girls and incense?” he mumbled.
Natasha turned around, an incense stick still in her hand, its smoke curling in front of her face. After a moment, she gave it a hesitant wave. “It’s-”
“I’m sure it’s the finest, and I’m sure Fozu likes it, but I don’t.”
The girl tried to school her features into a pleasing smile but when she crushed the incense tip and placed it beside its unburnt fellows, she bowed her head to the statue. “Duìbùqi,” she whispered.
“Come on, girl - Natasha, right?” He took a step towards her. “Don’t look so glum about it.” He grinned playfully as he wrapped an arm around her waist and drew her closer. “I don’t work in a chicken coop.”
“No, you don’t,” she said, running a finger down his chest, “but you like to play in the hen house.” She glanced up at him, smiling as she pressed herself against him. At her client’s appreciative grunt, she rose up on her tip-toes, holding onto his bicep for balance.
He tilted his head back, so she kissed stubble instead.
Once there though, she started nibbling along his neck, pushing his shirt collar down to reach his collarbone. Jayne lowered his cheek to her head, feeling it bob as she licked, and ran his fingers through her head. Her hair smelt slightly of the incense now, though the predominating smell was that of imitation cherry blossom. As she worked her way down his chest, taking her time with each exposed bit of skin before the next button, he undid her little flower clasp and shook her hair loose.
Fozu - Buddha
Duìbùqi - I'm sorry / forgive me
Room Twelve
Room twelve, it turned out, was at the end of a hall lit by what were known are as “tree lights” - little individual bulbs linked together on a wire. Much like the lights Kaylee’d put up over her bunk door, except these flickered a bit. Jayne had never understood why they were called tree lights - “star lights” would have made more sense, especially them white ones going all twinkly.
Natasha walked quietly a few steps ahead of him. She swayed her hips at each step, so Jayne knew she wasn’t completely ignoring him. She didn’t seem like the type of whore to jump right into the sexing - especially if they’d been all fancified with the new money as Floyd had said. This worked fine with Jayne, who still had the soft lull of alcohol on him and was a tad curious to see what sort of Companion skills she might pull. Not, of course, that he’d be able to recognize them from a lame dog.
Jayne shut the door softly, taking a moment to glance down the length of the hall before leaning against the door. Natasha had already slipped off her shoes and was lighting some candles in front of a smiling Buddha. Then Jayne smelt something funny.
“What is it with you fancy girls and incense?” he mumbled.
Natasha turned around, an incense stick still in her hand, its smoke curling in front of her face. After a moment, she gave it a hesitant wave. “It’s-”
“I’m sure it’s the finest, and I’m sure Fozu likes it, but I don’t.”
The girl tried to school her features into a pleasing smile but when she crushed the incense tip and placed it beside its unburnt fellows, she bowed her head to the statue. “Duìbùqi,” she whispered.
“Come on, girl - Natasha, right?” He took a step towards her. “Don’t look so glum about it.” He grinned playfully as he wrapped an arm around her waist and drew her closer. “I don’t work in a chicken coop.”
“No, you don’t,” she said, running a finger down his chest, “but you like to play in the hen house.” She glanced up at him, smiling as she pressed herself against him. At her client’s appreciative grunt, she rose up on her tip-toes, holding onto his bicep for balance.
He tilted his head back, so she kissed stubble instead.
Once there though, she started nibbling along his neck, pushing his shirt collar down to reach his collarbone. Jayne lowered his cheek to her head, feeling it bob as she licked, and ran his fingers through her head. Her hair smelt slightly of the incense now, though the predominating smell was that of imitation cherry blossom. As she worked her way down his chest, taking her time with each exposed bit of skin before the next button, he undid her little flower clasp and shook her hair loose.
Fozu - Buddha
Duìbùqi - I'm sorry / forgive me