"The Finish." One Shot. Rated R.
Title: The Finish
Character(s)/Pairing: Rayne
Rating: R
Word Count: 2658
Disclaimer: Not mine.
-Author Notes: So! A (sort of) continuation of The Start. And this is actually sort of finished. It's a PWP, which for some reason now bothers me, and I'm half-inclined to go write something evocative and meaningful. But that's not important. This! I've been working on it forever and about two or three days ago I finally decided I had just better get it finished. It's unedited, really, because I don't edit things. I just think colors and swirly bits and then slop some paint around my brainpan until I can vomit out some completed sort of story. I go back and forth between liking this and being really unhappy with it. The end... Bah. I had no idea what to do with it, so I just sort of came to a stopping point. Also, there's sort of a stylized element, so don't expect it to be just outstandingly realistic. All that aside, though, I hope you enjoy it!
And feel free to constructively criticize me. Hard. I'll spare you the list of every little thing I think's wrong with it.
***
And suddenly it wasn't his mouth that found hers; she grabbed his neck and pulled as hard as she could, slamming her lips onto his lips and suddenly all the hostility, all the animosity that had been between them bubbled over into grappling hands and seeking lips and the knowledge that he had to have her right then, right there - or his body might shrivel and shrink and he'd die, die, die if he couldn't get her naked soon.
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The Finish
So he pulled her up into his arms and dragged her back into his bunk. As soon as the hatch closed, she jumped down and slapped him right across the face.
"What?! Girl, what the hell was that for?"
She bared her teeth and glared. "You! Infuriating, daring - putting... feelings, wants, desires where they have no place to be! I do not like you. But warm and hard and so, so much - that I want it, I need it, and..." She looked up at him with wild eyes, passion burning like fire behind them. "You will help me end this, Jayne Cobb, or I will - "
"End, yeah." His blood was boiling and the hot, raw taste of anticipation danced across his tongue. "Yeah, we're 'bout to... right now." He gave her a hungry look and said, "C'mere, baby girl. Hit me."
And with a strangled growl, she attacked.
Her fist swung out towards his face; it caught solidly on his jaw and he felt a sudden burst of hot pain feathering out around the point of contact. He kicked, right at her knees, and she jumped up to avoid his leg, before landing in a crouch. He loved fighting with her - loved fighting with her - but he couldn't be patient much longer. So when she launched her second strike, he grabbed a handful of her hair and kissed her again.
She responded viciously, mouth opening under his, grabbing handfuls of his shirt, hooking one foot behind his knee and tugging so he fell to the ground. And he knelt before her, wrapping one arm around her middle. She grabbed the back of his head and tilted it up, pulling hard on what hair she'd managed to get a grip on. He growled and used the arm around her to flip her onto her stomach. She yelped and rolled over quickly, but not before he'd dived on top of her, a knee on either side of her hips.
"Gotcha now," he sneered. Pinning her arms down at the wrists, he leaned closer. He'd planned to kiss her again, but she turned her head every time he got too close, refusing to allow any contact between their mouths.
Jayne snarled and let one arm go, grabbing hold of her chin and keeping her head still. Her free arm quickly flung itself to his waistband and grabbed hold, her knuckles scraping skin as her fingers slipped under it. She struggled beneath him, trying to loosen the grip he had on her chin.
“You better lemme kiss you, li’l girl,” he growled, scraping his cheek against hers.
“No,” she whispered. “Kissing is not part of your repertoire. You must work to earn that right.”
He tried again, but she leaned her head up. Refusing to let her have even that small victory, he instead turned his attention to her neck, tracing from her shoulder to her ear with the tip of his nose before following the same path with a hot, damp tongue. She moaned and he felt her throat vibrate under his mouth, a soft buzzing that made him ache with the need to keep her making that sound.
River’s legs were starting to wriggle, and he tightened the grip his knees had on her. Her hand had worked its way under his shirt and she traced small, swirling circles on his back. He let go of her chin and snuck his hand under her head, yanking her hair. “Did I say you could touch me?”
“It’s what you want,” she moaned. “I feel it pouring out of you.” Her body turned a little and she let one knee travel up his thigh. “You want it so badly - I want it, too.”
He took in a deep breath and pulled harder on her hair. She whimpered a little and arched her back. When her chest pressed full against his, the tenuous hold he had snapped and he pushed her face up as hard as he could towards his. She pulled his bottom lip between her teeth, tracing it with her little tongue. He pushed his hips into hers, and they both stilled at how suddenly good that felt.
River moaned and dug nails into his back. “You like that?” he whispered hoarsely. “You like that? Oh girl, that’s right - that feels good, I’m gonna make you feel so ruttin’ good.”
“Strong words,” she panted, trying to keep her voice smooth. Her body tightened beneath him and he knew something - some defining moment - was about to come to pass. “But can you prove them? Man called Jayne.” And with that, she wrenched her knee up and slammed it into his abdomen, right above his groin.
He cried out in pain, and River rolled out from under him right as he collapsed onto the ground. She quickly straddled his back, bony elbows stuck into his shoulders, arms pinned to his side with her knees. “Fuck,” he spat, his torso throbbing. “Girl, that ain’t fair.”
“I do not fight to be fair,” she said. She pushed her elbows in harder and pressed her breasts against his back. “She always fights to win.”
“Don’t see why there can’t be a tie.” His fingers stroked what skin they could reach, dancing along her calves.
She shifted a little to let his arms free and as soon as they were able his hands skated up her thighs. “No, I…” She groaned, sitting up as the very tips of his fingers slipped under the hem of her shorts. “I must have victory.” Her body was rocking gently against his, shallow back and forth motions that he could just barely feel. It made his own body burn and all he wanted to do was flip her over and tear off all her clothes.
“Best watch out, then.” He made an act of struggling, but as long as he had that body pressed against his, he wasn't really going to complain. "I ain't really a fan of losin' either. Victory'll be..." He grunted and stretched his arms behind him, trailing fingers up to the crotch of her shorts. She scooted closer and he pressed knuckles into her body, relishing the little sounds of pleasure she tried - unsuccessfully - to stifle. "Sweet."
"Ahh!" She pushed her body further into his hand and he smirked arrogantly to himself at her desperation. She grabbed hold of his shoulders, nails digging in hard. If he let her, she'd probably draw blood. "Not fair," she seethed. "You provide stimulation, but I... I cannot fight back." River grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away from her body. "Not fair."
Jayne saw his opportunity and he brought his arms back and pushed up to his knees. River gasped a little, still clutching his shoulders as he stood up. She dropped to her feet and he spun around to face her. They were both breathing hard - from the look in her eyes he couldn't tell if she wanted to rip his arms off or fuck his brains out.
"You still wanna hit me?" he asked. "'Cause I can think of a few better ways to settle this." He let his eyes wander over her body, mind filling with dark, erotic images of all the things he wanted to do to her.
River moaned, her head falling back and her eyes fluttering closed. Jayne took a step closer. "Yes, I..." She bit her lip, rolling her neck. "Time to switch modus operandi."
"Sounds good to me," he agreed, his voice dripping with lust. He had no idea what she'd said, but she'd agreed with him and since he was all for sexing instead of fighting that was more than fine.
She opened her eyes and flexed her fingers. She shifted into a fighting stance, her eyes gleaming with something hot - something Jayne recognized, feminine and dark, something he wanted desperately to explore.
But after so much build-up, after so much anticipation... Neither was ready to make that pivotal move. They'd fought, they'd kissed, but they had never taken that official step to take things further. For a long moment they stood, their gazes locked. Jayne let out a long, quivering breath.
"Ready to do this, girl?" He gave her a rakish grin, wiping sweaty hands on his thighs. "I been thinkin' about this for a long time. Thinkin' o' you all laid out... Hair spreadin' like a silk river all 'round ya... Clothes on the ground, all on top o' mine..." He saw a shiver run through her and his grin grew darker.
Boldly, he stepped closer. "I can't wait to get you nekkid, girl. All smooth... Legs that go on an' on an' on, all pale, white as milk an' strong... Bet you could break a man in half with them, wrap around 'im, those thighs... Oh, I been dreamin' o' them for weeks."
"I know," she breathed. "I have been hunted. You have watched and waited, thinking of me, dreaming of me..." She looked at him with dark, half lidded eyes, arousal evident in every line of her face. "I was disgusted; I was appalled. But you have made me very, very curious."
"Well we don't wanna leave you wonderin'." He licked his lips, shifting his weight a little. "You know what I'm gonna do to you?"
She shook her head, one hand resting at her throat.
"Oh." He smirked, lips pulled over pearly teeth shining like fangs. "Gonna throw you down on my bed. Then gonna pull off those little shorts o' yours. Maybe tear off your top. You wearin' a bra?"
She shook her head.
"Good. 'Cause I wanna get right atcha - pull off that shirt, breasts fallin' right into my hands. All firm an' perfect an' soft an' round..." His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides as he imagined it. "You got great tits, baby doll. Perfect. An' I'm gonna touch ya and taste ya an' once my mouth gets on ya you're gonna scream - oh, I'mma make you feel like you're on fire, 'lectricity over every inch o' that tight little body o' yours. Right from your head to your cold li'l feet. An' arms... An' legs an' stomach. Oh... Bet you got the smoothest little tummy ever."
River couldn't speak, too carried away - she could feel his lust, his passion combining with hers; everything he pictured in his head she could see, too. One little hand was stroking her neck while the other gently kneaded her left breast.
Jayne was going crazy and if he hadn't wanted to see how hot he could get her just with words, nothing in the 'verse could have stopped him from going over there and showing her his man-parts just like he'd threatened so long ago to do.
"Yeah, you like that? Oh yeah bao bei, that's right. 'Cause after I get done kissin' every creamy inch o' you I can, I'm gonna rip your unders off an' throw 'em right 'cross the room. An' you know what I'm gonna do then? I'm gonna climb right up with you, an' spread your legs..." He took a step towards her. "An' I'm gonna look at those hot... drippin' girl-parts o' yours, and then I'm gonna touch you. I'm gonna touch you, all wet an' soft, all them secret, secret places that no one else ever gets t'see. That no one else gets to touch. An' while I'm there... I'm slippin' fingers right inside ya."
They moaned in unison, his deep and low, hers high and pleading. His pulse - and his words - quickened.
"Yeah, yeah - oh, gorrammit, I wanna be inside you, wanna slide into your tight, hot little body, all perfect an' soft all around me..."
River wasn't even trying to resist, one hand pushed between her legs, rubbing herself through her shorts. Jayne slid his belt off and undid his pants. He was just about as wound up as she was, ready to quit the talking and get to the touching.
She whimpered, grabbing her arm right above the elbow. "St-stop it," she stuttered. He had his cock in his hand, stroking languidly as he watched her shake. "You have... Intoxicated, made me... Want - aching, exquisite pain, feelings resplendent and strong. But... not analogous... And..." She let out a string of high-pitched curses in Chinese. "Just... None of this verbose, lack of..." She inhaled sharply, her voice rattling like a heavy wind in her lily white throat. "Just... fucking... touch me."
Jayne was in front of her, hands roaming before she'd even finished speaking. She jumped up and wrapped her arms and legs around him, kissing hungrily at his jaw. He put one arm under her, using the other to guide her mouth to his. He kissed her, his hand winding in her long hair, tongue dancing against hers as he walked them to his bed.
He put her down and immediately she started shimmying out of her shorts. He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it away from him, then climbed onto the bed with her, leering over her as she struggled to get her shorts past her knees. Jayne grabbed the waistband and rolled them off her, trailing his hands back up her legs once they were on the floor.
River looked like some child-goddess, young and pure and unclaimed. Jayne stared down at her flushed face, her lips parted and plump. He nipped hungrily at her mouth, goading her to respond. She moaned and clawed at his bare shoulders, peppering him with kisses as she pushed her hips into his. She was still feisty, still fighting - nails biting into his skin, legs wrapping around his waist, strong as steel, pulling him down, sharp little teeth biting punishingly at his mouth and neck.
As quickly as he could, he undid his boots and pulled them off. She growled at the loss of his weight and warmth, and as soon as his feet were free she started pushing down his pants. He loved the desperation she had, the frenzied way she divested him of the last of his clothes.
"Yes, yes," she said, kissing his neck and running warm hands across his chest. "Jayne, very, very naked Jayne - man parts, oh... perfect, sublime man parts, ready for - "
He slammed his lips onto hers, effectively shutting her up. "That's right, yeah, perfect, jus' shut up an' let me take your panties off." He had a finger under the elastic, stroking her hip - it was the only chance he was giving her to get away. But River only nodded fiercely, lifting her body up so he could slide the flimsy blue fabric away.
There was a long, breathless moment when she was all he could see. When the spread of her hair, tangled in a fan around her face, the full, milky rise of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the way her thighs led up to her hot, slick center... Jayne trembled above her as he spread her legs apart, resting his body in the cradle of her thighs, sweat beaded on every inch of skin, the effort it took to keep from touching her tremendous.
Her heels dug into the small of his back as she urged him forward.
"Game, set, match," she whispered against his mouth, her breath spicy-sweet as it passed his lips.
"Don't think so, girl," he replied, something dark rising like a wave within him. She was murmuring nonsense, kneading his deltoids as her body lay open and waiting beneath him.
She screamed when he finally pushed inside her. He thrust hard, pounding furiously into her as she scratched formulas into his back, pain scalding nerves frayed with desire as her body seized in pleasure.
And he smiled, raw and cold - in animalistic furor as he tore them both apart. "We're just gettin' started."
~~~
From Start to Finish
Character(s)/Pairing: Rayne
Rating: R
Word Count: 2658
Disclaimer: Not mine.
-Author Notes: So! A (sort of) continuation of The Start. And this is actually sort of finished. It's a PWP, which for some reason now bothers me, and I'm half-inclined to go write something evocative and meaningful. But that's not important. This! I've been working on it forever and about two or three days ago I finally decided I had just better get it finished. It's unedited, really, because I don't edit things. I just think colors and swirly bits and then slop some paint around my brainpan until I can vomit out some completed sort of story. I go back and forth between liking this and being really unhappy with it. The end... Bah. I had no idea what to do with it, so I just sort of came to a stopping point. Also, there's sort of a stylized element, so don't expect it to be just outstandingly realistic. All that aside, though, I hope you enjoy it!
And feel free to constructively criticize me. Hard. I'll spare you the list of every little thing I think's wrong with it.
***
And suddenly it wasn't his mouth that found hers; she grabbed his neck and pulled as hard as she could, slamming her lips onto his lips and suddenly all the hostility, all the animosity that had been between them bubbled over into grappling hands and seeking lips and the knowledge that he had to have her right then, right there - or his body might shrivel and shrink and he'd die, die, die if he couldn't get her naked soon.
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The Finish
So he pulled her up into his arms and dragged her back into his bunk. As soon as the hatch closed, she jumped down and slapped him right across the face.
"What?! Girl, what the hell was that for?"
She bared her teeth and glared. "You! Infuriating, daring - putting... feelings, wants, desires where they have no place to be! I do not like you. But warm and hard and so, so much - that I want it, I need it, and..." She looked up at him with wild eyes, passion burning like fire behind them. "You will help me end this, Jayne Cobb, or I will - "
"End, yeah." His blood was boiling and the hot, raw taste of anticipation danced across his tongue. "Yeah, we're 'bout to... right now." He gave her a hungry look and said, "C'mere, baby girl. Hit me."
And with a strangled growl, she attacked.
Her fist swung out towards his face; it caught solidly on his jaw and he felt a sudden burst of hot pain feathering out around the point of contact. He kicked, right at her knees, and she jumped up to avoid his leg, before landing in a crouch. He loved fighting with her - loved fighting with her - but he couldn't be patient much longer. So when she launched her second strike, he grabbed a handful of her hair and kissed her again.
She responded viciously, mouth opening under his, grabbing handfuls of his shirt, hooking one foot behind his knee and tugging so he fell to the ground. And he knelt before her, wrapping one arm around her middle. She grabbed the back of his head and tilted it up, pulling hard on what hair she'd managed to get a grip on. He growled and used the arm around her to flip her onto her stomach. She yelped and rolled over quickly, but not before he'd dived on top of her, a knee on either side of her hips.
"Gotcha now," he sneered. Pinning her arms down at the wrists, he leaned closer. He'd planned to kiss her again, but she turned her head every time he got too close, refusing to allow any contact between their mouths.
Jayne snarled and let one arm go, grabbing hold of her chin and keeping her head still. Her free arm quickly flung itself to his waistband and grabbed hold, her knuckles scraping skin as her fingers slipped under it. She struggled beneath him, trying to loosen the grip he had on her chin.
“You better lemme kiss you, li’l girl,” he growled, scraping his cheek against hers.
“No,” she whispered. “Kissing is not part of your repertoire. You must work to earn that right.”
He tried again, but she leaned her head up. Refusing to let her have even that small victory, he instead turned his attention to her neck, tracing from her shoulder to her ear with the tip of his nose before following the same path with a hot, damp tongue. She moaned and he felt her throat vibrate under his mouth, a soft buzzing that made him ache with the need to keep her making that sound.
River’s legs were starting to wriggle, and he tightened the grip his knees had on her. Her hand had worked its way under his shirt and she traced small, swirling circles on his back. He let go of her chin and snuck his hand under her head, yanking her hair. “Did I say you could touch me?”
“It’s what you want,” she moaned. “I feel it pouring out of you.” Her body turned a little and she let one knee travel up his thigh. “You want it so badly - I want it, too.”
He took in a deep breath and pulled harder on her hair. She whimpered a little and arched her back. When her chest pressed full against his, the tenuous hold he had snapped and he pushed her face up as hard as he could towards his. She pulled his bottom lip between her teeth, tracing it with her little tongue. He pushed his hips into hers, and they both stilled at how suddenly good that felt.
River moaned and dug nails into his back. “You like that?” he whispered hoarsely. “You like that? Oh girl, that’s right - that feels good, I’m gonna make you feel so ruttin’ good.”
“Strong words,” she panted, trying to keep her voice smooth. Her body tightened beneath him and he knew something - some defining moment - was about to come to pass. “But can you prove them? Man called Jayne.” And with that, she wrenched her knee up and slammed it into his abdomen, right above his groin.
He cried out in pain, and River rolled out from under him right as he collapsed onto the ground. She quickly straddled his back, bony elbows stuck into his shoulders, arms pinned to his side with her knees. “Fuck,” he spat, his torso throbbing. “Girl, that ain’t fair.”
“I do not fight to be fair,” she said. She pushed her elbows in harder and pressed her breasts against his back. “She always fights to win.”
“Don’t see why there can’t be a tie.” His fingers stroked what skin they could reach, dancing along her calves.
She shifted a little to let his arms free and as soon as they were able his hands skated up her thighs. “No, I…” She groaned, sitting up as the very tips of his fingers slipped under the hem of her shorts. “I must have victory.” Her body was rocking gently against his, shallow back and forth motions that he could just barely feel. It made his own body burn and all he wanted to do was flip her over and tear off all her clothes.
“Best watch out, then.” He made an act of struggling, but as long as he had that body pressed against his, he wasn't really going to complain. "I ain't really a fan of losin' either. Victory'll be..." He grunted and stretched his arms behind him, trailing fingers up to the crotch of her shorts. She scooted closer and he pressed knuckles into her body, relishing the little sounds of pleasure she tried - unsuccessfully - to stifle. "Sweet."
"Ahh!" She pushed her body further into his hand and he smirked arrogantly to himself at her desperation. She grabbed hold of his shoulders, nails digging in hard. If he let her, she'd probably draw blood. "Not fair," she seethed. "You provide stimulation, but I... I cannot fight back." River grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away from her body. "Not fair."
Jayne saw his opportunity and he brought his arms back and pushed up to his knees. River gasped a little, still clutching his shoulders as he stood up. She dropped to her feet and he spun around to face her. They were both breathing hard - from the look in her eyes he couldn't tell if she wanted to rip his arms off or fuck his brains out.
"You still wanna hit me?" he asked. "'Cause I can think of a few better ways to settle this." He let his eyes wander over her body, mind filling with dark, erotic images of all the things he wanted to do to her.
River moaned, her head falling back and her eyes fluttering closed. Jayne took a step closer. "Yes, I..." She bit her lip, rolling her neck. "Time to switch modus operandi."
"Sounds good to me," he agreed, his voice dripping with lust. He had no idea what she'd said, but she'd agreed with him and since he was all for sexing instead of fighting that was more than fine.
She opened her eyes and flexed her fingers. She shifted into a fighting stance, her eyes gleaming with something hot - something Jayne recognized, feminine and dark, something he wanted desperately to explore.
But after so much build-up, after so much anticipation... Neither was ready to make that pivotal move. They'd fought, they'd kissed, but they had never taken that official step to take things further. For a long moment they stood, their gazes locked. Jayne let out a long, quivering breath.
"Ready to do this, girl?" He gave her a rakish grin, wiping sweaty hands on his thighs. "I been thinkin' about this for a long time. Thinkin' o' you all laid out... Hair spreadin' like a silk river all 'round ya... Clothes on the ground, all on top o' mine..." He saw a shiver run through her and his grin grew darker.
Boldly, he stepped closer. "I can't wait to get you nekkid, girl. All smooth... Legs that go on an' on an' on, all pale, white as milk an' strong... Bet you could break a man in half with them, wrap around 'im, those thighs... Oh, I been dreamin' o' them for weeks."
"I know," she breathed. "I have been hunted. You have watched and waited, thinking of me, dreaming of me..." She looked at him with dark, half lidded eyes, arousal evident in every line of her face. "I was disgusted; I was appalled. But you have made me very, very curious."
"Well we don't wanna leave you wonderin'." He licked his lips, shifting his weight a little. "You know what I'm gonna do to you?"
She shook her head, one hand resting at her throat.
"Oh." He smirked, lips pulled over pearly teeth shining like fangs. "Gonna throw you down on my bed. Then gonna pull off those little shorts o' yours. Maybe tear off your top. You wearin' a bra?"
She shook her head.
"Good. 'Cause I wanna get right atcha - pull off that shirt, breasts fallin' right into my hands. All firm an' perfect an' soft an' round..." His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides as he imagined it. "You got great tits, baby doll. Perfect. An' I'm gonna touch ya and taste ya an' once my mouth gets on ya you're gonna scream - oh, I'mma make you feel like you're on fire, 'lectricity over every inch o' that tight little body o' yours. Right from your head to your cold li'l feet. An' arms... An' legs an' stomach. Oh... Bet you got the smoothest little tummy ever."
River couldn't speak, too carried away - she could feel his lust, his passion combining with hers; everything he pictured in his head she could see, too. One little hand was stroking her neck while the other gently kneaded her left breast.
Jayne was going crazy and if he hadn't wanted to see how hot he could get her just with words, nothing in the 'verse could have stopped him from going over there and showing her his man-parts just like he'd threatened so long ago to do.
"Yeah, you like that? Oh yeah bao bei, that's right. 'Cause after I get done kissin' every creamy inch o' you I can, I'm gonna rip your unders off an' throw 'em right 'cross the room. An' you know what I'm gonna do then? I'm gonna climb right up with you, an' spread your legs..." He took a step towards her. "An' I'm gonna look at those hot... drippin' girl-parts o' yours, and then I'm gonna touch you. I'm gonna touch you, all wet an' soft, all them secret, secret places that no one else ever gets t'see. That no one else gets to touch. An' while I'm there... I'm slippin' fingers right inside ya."
They moaned in unison, his deep and low, hers high and pleading. His pulse - and his words - quickened.
"Yeah, yeah - oh, gorrammit, I wanna be inside you, wanna slide into your tight, hot little body, all perfect an' soft all around me..."
River wasn't even trying to resist, one hand pushed between her legs, rubbing herself through her shorts. Jayne slid his belt off and undid his pants. He was just about as wound up as she was, ready to quit the talking and get to the touching.
She whimpered, grabbing her arm right above the elbow. "St-stop it," she stuttered. He had his cock in his hand, stroking languidly as he watched her shake. "You have... Intoxicated, made me... Want - aching, exquisite pain, feelings resplendent and strong. But... not analogous... And..." She let out a string of high-pitched curses in Chinese. "Just... None of this verbose, lack of..." She inhaled sharply, her voice rattling like a heavy wind in her lily white throat. "Just... fucking... touch me."
Jayne was in front of her, hands roaming before she'd even finished speaking. She jumped up and wrapped her arms and legs around him, kissing hungrily at his jaw. He put one arm under her, using the other to guide her mouth to his. He kissed her, his hand winding in her long hair, tongue dancing against hers as he walked them to his bed.
He put her down and immediately she started shimmying out of her shorts. He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it away from him, then climbed onto the bed with her, leering over her as she struggled to get her shorts past her knees. Jayne grabbed the waistband and rolled them off her, trailing his hands back up her legs once they were on the floor.
River looked like some child-goddess, young and pure and unclaimed. Jayne stared down at her flushed face, her lips parted and plump. He nipped hungrily at her mouth, goading her to respond. She moaned and clawed at his bare shoulders, peppering him with kisses as she pushed her hips into his. She was still feisty, still fighting - nails biting into his skin, legs wrapping around his waist, strong as steel, pulling him down, sharp little teeth biting punishingly at his mouth and neck.
As quickly as he could, he undid his boots and pulled them off. She growled at the loss of his weight and warmth, and as soon as his feet were free she started pushing down his pants. He loved the desperation she had, the frenzied way she divested him of the last of his clothes.
"Yes, yes," she said, kissing his neck and running warm hands across his chest. "Jayne, very, very naked Jayne - man parts, oh... perfect, sublime man parts, ready for - "
He slammed his lips onto hers, effectively shutting her up. "That's right, yeah, perfect, jus' shut up an' let me take your panties off." He had a finger under the elastic, stroking her hip - it was the only chance he was giving her to get away. But River only nodded fiercely, lifting her body up so he could slide the flimsy blue fabric away.
There was a long, breathless moment when she was all he could see. When the spread of her hair, tangled in a fan around her face, the full, milky rise of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the way her thighs led up to her hot, slick center... Jayne trembled above her as he spread her legs apart, resting his body in the cradle of her thighs, sweat beaded on every inch of skin, the effort it took to keep from touching her tremendous.
Her heels dug into the small of his back as she urged him forward.
"Game, set, match," she whispered against his mouth, her breath spicy-sweet as it passed his lips.
"Don't think so, girl," he replied, something dark rising like a wave within him. She was murmuring nonsense, kneading his deltoids as her body lay open and waiting beneath him.
She screamed when he finally pushed inside her. He thrust hard, pounding furiously into her as she scratched formulas into his back, pain scalding nerves frayed with desire as her body seized in pleasure.
And he smiled, raw and cold - in animalistic furor as he tore them both apart. "We're just gettin' started."
~~~
From Start to Finish