Jayne/River - Stretch - R
Stretch
Jayne/River
R
River is bored and she wants to dance. She also wants Jayne to help her stretch before she does so.
They haven't set foot on a planet in nearly two weeks and Jayne's about to go stir crazy. There's only so many times a man can clean his weapons and lift weights before even those activities become mundane.
When River comes to him and asks for his help with something, he knows he's not the only one that's bored.
He stands before her in the cargo bay, arms crossed over his chest. "What d'you want?" He asks roughly.
"Want to move. Want to dance." Her lower lip juts out in a pout. "Her body needs help. River can't flow like before. Too sore and stiff."
Jayne regards her, confusion on his face. "What're you sayin' you need my help with exactly?"
River takes a step back and swings her leg up to his chest, he catches her foot in surprise and holds it firmly. He looks down and then back up at her with a raised eyebrow.
"She needs to be stretched, Jayne." She answers simply.
Jayne watches as she leans forward, her foot pressing against his chest as her forehead drops down to rest on her knee.
"Ta ma de..." He mutters in amazement, eyes wide.
River switches to the other side, bringing her right leg up. His hands grip her ankle firmly. Her skin is pale and smooth and he brushes his fingers against it.
She finally moves back to stand on her own two feet and her arms come up. She stretches her entire body toward the ceiling.
Her eyes look straight into his. "On your knees, Jayne."
He drops to his knees before he even realizes what he's doing.
"Gorrammit girl..." He grumbles, but before he can get up she falls forward, her hands landing on his shoulders and her face mere inches from his.
River lets her head drop down and Jayne's eyes travel along her neck, back, and leg to the point of her toe, high up in the air.
"Well...you're just all kinds of bendy, ain't you?"
She brings her head back up to narrow her eyes at him. "This is not even the prime example of the girl's flexibility."
"S'that so?" He scoffs. "You gonna show me then?"
She stands and tugs on his shirt, pulling him up roughly. "Hold out your arm." She commands, and Christ if he isn't starting to like the way she sounds when she talks to him like that.
Jayne holds his arm out and River gives him a slow, seductive smile before simply bending back over it until her fingertips are nearly touching the floor.
His jaw drops as he watches her wiggle and move deeper into the stretch, so much so that she's practically supporting her own weight. One of her legs come up and her skirt flutters to rest against her thighs. She kicks off the floor with her other leg and Jayne can only stare at the arc of her body as she flips over his arm.
"Hells below, little girl, where'd you learn to do that?"
River circles him slowly, dragging her hand across his chest. When she's standing right in front of him, so close she's brushing aginst him, she flips her hair over her shoulder and Jayne's rewarded with a view of her bare neck. Somehow, it's the sexiest thing he's seen in his entire life.
"Same place I learned this." Her eyes flutter shut and she bends forward at the waist to touch her toes.
Jayne's own eyes slip closed as her backside is pressed firmly against his cock. His hand comes up to grip her hip roughly and he groans when she lifts up, sliding against him the whole way.
"Hold me." She demands breathlessly. "Don't let me fall."
Jayne wraps his arms about her waist and buries his face in her hair. "Don't think I ever could let you, darlin'."
Jayne/River
R
River is bored and she wants to dance. She also wants Jayne to help her stretch before she does so.
They haven't set foot on a planet in nearly two weeks and Jayne's about to go stir crazy. There's only so many times a man can clean his weapons and lift weights before even those activities become mundane.
When River comes to him and asks for his help with something, he knows he's not the only one that's bored.
He stands before her in the cargo bay, arms crossed over his chest. "What d'you want?" He asks roughly.
"Want to move. Want to dance." Her lower lip juts out in a pout. "Her body needs help. River can't flow like before. Too sore and stiff."
Jayne regards her, confusion on his face. "What're you sayin' you need my help with exactly?"
River takes a step back and swings her leg up to his chest, he catches her foot in surprise and holds it firmly. He looks down and then back up at her with a raised eyebrow.
"She needs to be stretched, Jayne." She answers simply.
Jayne watches as she leans forward, her foot pressing against his chest as her forehead drops down to rest on her knee.
"Ta ma de..." He mutters in amazement, eyes wide.
River switches to the other side, bringing her right leg up. His hands grip her ankle firmly. Her skin is pale and smooth and he brushes his fingers against it.
She finally moves back to stand on her own two feet and her arms come up. She stretches her entire body toward the ceiling.
Her eyes look straight into his. "On your knees, Jayne."
He drops to his knees before he even realizes what he's doing.
"Gorrammit girl..." He grumbles, but before he can get up she falls forward, her hands landing on his shoulders and her face mere inches from his.
River lets her head drop down and Jayne's eyes travel along her neck, back, and leg to the point of her toe, high up in the air.
"Well...you're just all kinds of bendy, ain't you?"
She brings her head back up to narrow her eyes at him. "This is not even the prime example of the girl's flexibility."
"S'that so?" He scoffs. "You gonna show me then?"
She stands and tugs on his shirt, pulling him up roughly. "Hold out your arm." She commands, and Christ if he isn't starting to like the way she sounds when she talks to him like that.
Jayne holds his arm out and River gives him a slow, seductive smile before simply bending back over it until her fingertips are nearly touching the floor.
His jaw drops as he watches her wiggle and move deeper into the stretch, so much so that she's practically supporting her own weight. One of her legs come up and her skirt flutters to rest against her thighs. She kicks off the floor with her other leg and Jayne can only stare at the arc of her body as she flips over his arm.
"Hells below, little girl, where'd you learn to do that?"
River circles him slowly, dragging her hand across his chest. When she's standing right in front of him, so close she's brushing aginst him, she flips her hair over her shoulder and Jayne's rewarded with a view of her bare neck. Somehow, it's the sexiest thing he's seen in his entire life.
"Same place I learned this." Her eyes flutter shut and she bends forward at the waist to touch her toes.
Jayne's own eyes slip closed as her backside is pressed firmly against his cock. His hand comes up to grip her hip roughly and he groans when she lifts up, sliding against him the whole way.
"Hold me." She demands breathlessly. "Don't let me fall."
Jayne wraps his arms about her waist and buries his face in her hair. "Don't think I ever could let you, darlin'."