Clandestine (1/6)
Because jynnantonnyx28 asked for sudsy smut :)
Title: Dirty Dishes (1/6)
Series: Clandestine
Prompt: #88 Amusement
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1376
Title: Dirty Dishes (1/6)
Series: Clandestine
Prompt: #88 Amusement
Author: Cricket
Disclaimer: I’m just playing with Joss’ toys, but I promise to put them back when I’m done
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1376
The knobs of the kitchen sink give a rusty creak as River turns them on, adjusting the hot and cold controls until the water coming out of the faucet is hot enough to clean the pile of dirty dishes left next to the sink without burning her hands. She puts the rubber stopper in the bottom of the basin over the drain and watches as the water level rises. Picking up the blue bottle of liquid detergent, she frowns at the Blue Sun label on the packaging and turns the label away from her before squirting the lemon scented fluid into the sink. The water pouring from the faucet causes bubbles to form and River smiles as they dance across the surface of the water. She plunges her hands into the sink, swishing them around to add her own agitation, creating a mound of bubbles that completely fill the sink. Satisfied with her accomplishment, she turns off the water and proceeds to submerge the dishes in the sink one by one. A hastily dunked plate splashes water onto her, causing her thin yellow shirt to become translucent and plaster to her skin.
As the dishes soak, River picks up a handful of foamy bubbles. She twists and turns her neck, trying to see them from every angle as they refract the light, shining with little rainbows. Taking in a deep breath she blows the bubbles off her hand, making them float across the room. Some go straight up and she watches them drift back down around her. One bubble pops on her nose and she giggles with childlike glee.
“You’re supposed to wash with those, not play with ‘em,” Jayne’s voice rumbles from the doorway with poorly concealed amusement.
She dunks her hands back into the soapy water and turns her head to look at him over her shoulder as he crosses the room to stand behind her, “She has made friends with the bubbles and now they can work and play together.”
He wraps his arms around her and dips his head to trail kisses up her neck, stopping to nibble on her earlobe, then reaching out his tongue to trace the shell of her ear. “Whatever you say, bubbly girl,” he growls in her ear.
Jayne’s hot moist breath on her skin and the vibrations of his voice in his chest pressed up against her back make her sigh in pleasure. Sucking on the sensitive spot behind her ear, he proceeds to lick and nip his way back down the pale skin of her neck to her collar bone while his hands crawl up her stomach to cup her breasts. When his fingers start to lightly tease her hardening nipples through the wet fabric of her shirt, River arcs back against him. Moaning breathlessly, she pulls her hands out of the water to clasp them around the back of his head, soaking his hair and dripping soapy water down the back of his shirt. The water trails down his back, drenching the gray t-shirt he’s wearing, making his skin slick and slippery before being absorbed by the waistband of his pants.
Jayne knows exactly what to do to make sparks of pleasure shoot across River’s body. She writhes against him, pressing her butt into his crotch and rubbing against the hardening bulge in his pants as excitement pools low in her belly. Having had enough of his maddening teasing, she turns in his arms and pulls his face down to hers to kiss him deeply. He sighs into her mouth and without breaking the kiss, lifts her up to sit on the wide lip of the sink. She spreads her knees and hikes her skirt up to her waist so he can stand between her smooth thighs.
River runs her hands over the tight muscles of his stomach to find the hem of his t-shirt now damp from rubbing up against her own wet shirt. She pulls the fabric slowly up his abdomen, revealing his toned chest covered with curly dark hair. She wants to tug the fabric over his head, strip him bare before her, but she knows that there’s no way to explain a naked Jayne in the kitchen without alerting anyone to their secret relationship should any of the crew decide to wander in for a late night snack. Though it was frustrating to settle for clandestine kisses and stolen moments when no one was looking, the danger of the situation, that anyone might walk in and catch them, added to the excitement of their passionate trysts.
Abandoning Jayne’s shirt and letting it drop back down his chest, River's deft hands go for his belt buckle. She gets it opened in seconds, but has to let go so she can brace her hands on the counter beside her and lift her hips to allow him to remove her panties. He holds them up between them and smirks at the little white daisies on the tiny scrap of yellow lace before tucking them in his pocket with a cheeky wink. His lips crash back into hers as her hands return to his waist, tugging down the fly and reaching in to stroke his shaft and pull it free of his pants.
He’s inside of her in seconds. They’ve learned not to waste time when they have a few minutes alone. The first few times they’d attempted to do more than heavily make out and grope over their clothes, they’d tried to take their time. Staring into one another’s eyes and whispering sweet words of pleasure while they fondled each other only to be interrupted by Kaylee needing something from her toolbox in the engine room or the captain wanting to check on things in the cockpit. After two weeks of blue balls and sticky panties they’d realized that if they wanted to go further it would have to be fast. Once they find a way to tell everyone else that they are having a relationship there will be time for slow lovemaking, but for now quickies are their specialty.
Jayne tries to thrust as deeply as he can while still keeping his movements quick. He can feel his climax building and grips River’s hips tighter while whispering “Almost there,” into her ear. Wanting to come with him, she buries her hand between their shifting bodies to rub firmly on her clit. She wraps her other arm tightly around his neck, holding herself against his body and meeting his thrusts with her own. The movements of his hips starts to break from their upbeat rhythm and she feels his release hot inside of her. Furrowing her brow in frustration she rubs faster on her clit while he recovers and keeps thrusting forcefully into her.
“Come on, baby,” he whispers against her neck as he drops his head down to kiss her breasts through her shirt. He bites roughly at her nipple and the added stimulation shoves her into her climax. She pants and wipes her sweat soaked forehead against his shoulder as he pulls out of her. He starts to speak, but is cut off as River shoves him away from her body and drops back down to the floor to smooth out her skirt. He quickly tucks himself back into his pants and walks away from her, buttoning his fly and trying to act nonchalant as Simon strides nervously into the kitchen.
“Mei mei, what are you doing up so late?” he asks, glancing uneasily at Jayne as he walks towards his sister.
“Dishes,” she states blandly and gestures to the sink full of now deflated bubbles.
“Can’t they wait until morning? You should be in bed by now,” he gently scolds as if he’s talking to a small child.
“But they were very, very dirty,” she responds seriously while Jayne coughs to cover his laughter at her innocent act.
“She’s right doc, dirty things like that need to be rubbed down right away or they’ll never come clean,” Jayne agrees as he rummages through the cabinets, trying to play off his presence as in the kitchen as midnight snacking.
Simon looks at the merc with a baffled and slightly annoyed expression before pulling his inexplicably giggling sister out of the room.
Next: chapter 2: Caught>
Title: Dirty Dishes (1/6)
Series: Clandestine
Prompt: #88 Amusement
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1376
Title: Dirty Dishes (1/6)
Series: Clandestine
Prompt: #88 Amusement
Author: Cricket
Disclaimer: I’m just playing with Joss’ toys, but I promise to put them back when I’m done
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1376
The knobs of the kitchen sink give a rusty creak as River turns them on, adjusting the hot and cold controls until the water coming out of the faucet is hot enough to clean the pile of dirty dishes left next to the sink without burning her hands. She puts the rubber stopper in the bottom of the basin over the drain and watches as the water level rises. Picking up the blue bottle of liquid detergent, she frowns at the Blue Sun label on the packaging and turns the label away from her before squirting the lemon scented fluid into the sink. The water pouring from the faucet causes bubbles to form and River smiles as they dance across the surface of the water. She plunges her hands into the sink, swishing them around to add her own agitation, creating a mound of bubbles that completely fill the sink. Satisfied with her accomplishment, she turns off the water and proceeds to submerge the dishes in the sink one by one. A hastily dunked plate splashes water onto her, causing her thin yellow shirt to become translucent and plaster to her skin.
As the dishes soak, River picks up a handful of foamy bubbles. She twists and turns her neck, trying to see them from every angle as they refract the light, shining with little rainbows. Taking in a deep breath she blows the bubbles off her hand, making them float across the room. Some go straight up and she watches them drift back down around her. One bubble pops on her nose and she giggles with childlike glee.
“You’re supposed to wash with those, not play with ‘em,” Jayne’s voice rumbles from the doorway with poorly concealed amusement.
She dunks her hands back into the soapy water and turns her head to look at him over her shoulder as he crosses the room to stand behind her, “She has made friends with the bubbles and now they can work and play together.”
He wraps his arms around her and dips his head to trail kisses up her neck, stopping to nibble on her earlobe, then reaching out his tongue to trace the shell of her ear. “Whatever you say, bubbly girl,” he growls in her ear.
Jayne’s hot moist breath on her skin and the vibrations of his voice in his chest pressed up against her back make her sigh in pleasure. Sucking on the sensitive spot behind her ear, he proceeds to lick and nip his way back down the pale skin of her neck to her collar bone while his hands crawl up her stomach to cup her breasts. When his fingers start to lightly tease her hardening nipples through the wet fabric of her shirt, River arcs back against him. Moaning breathlessly, she pulls her hands out of the water to clasp them around the back of his head, soaking his hair and dripping soapy water down the back of his shirt. The water trails down his back, drenching the gray t-shirt he’s wearing, making his skin slick and slippery before being absorbed by the waistband of his pants.
Jayne knows exactly what to do to make sparks of pleasure shoot across River’s body. She writhes against him, pressing her butt into his crotch and rubbing against the hardening bulge in his pants as excitement pools low in her belly. Having had enough of his maddening teasing, she turns in his arms and pulls his face down to hers to kiss him deeply. He sighs into her mouth and without breaking the kiss, lifts her up to sit on the wide lip of the sink. She spreads her knees and hikes her skirt up to her waist so he can stand between her smooth thighs.
River runs her hands over the tight muscles of his stomach to find the hem of his t-shirt now damp from rubbing up against her own wet shirt. She pulls the fabric slowly up his abdomen, revealing his toned chest covered with curly dark hair. She wants to tug the fabric over his head, strip him bare before her, but she knows that there’s no way to explain a naked Jayne in the kitchen without alerting anyone to their secret relationship should any of the crew decide to wander in for a late night snack. Though it was frustrating to settle for clandestine kisses and stolen moments when no one was looking, the danger of the situation, that anyone might walk in and catch them, added to the excitement of their passionate trysts.
Abandoning Jayne’s shirt and letting it drop back down his chest, River's deft hands go for his belt buckle. She gets it opened in seconds, but has to let go so she can brace her hands on the counter beside her and lift her hips to allow him to remove her panties. He holds them up between them and smirks at the little white daisies on the tiny scrap of yellow lace before tucking them in his pocket with a cheeky wink. His lips crash back into hers as her hands return to his waist, tugging down the fly and reaching in to stroke his shaft and pull it free of his pants.
He’s inside of her in seconds. They’ve learned not to waste time when they have a few minutes alone. The first few times they’d attempted to do more than heavily make out and grope over their clothes, they’d tried to take their time. Staring into one another’s eyes and whispering sweet words of pleasure while they fondled each other only to be interrupted by Kaylee needing something from her toolbox in the engine room or the captain wanting to check on things in the cockpit. After two weeks of blue balls and sticky panties they’d realized that if they wanted to go further it would have to be fast. Once they find a way to tell everyone else that they are having a relationship there will be time for slow lovemaking, but for now quickies are their specialty.
Jayne tries to thrust as deeply as he can while still keeping his movements quick. He can feel his climax building and grips River’s hips tighter while whispering “Almost there,” into her ear. Wanting to come with him, she buries her hand between their shifting bodies to rub firmly on her clit. She wraps her other arm tightly around his neck, holding herself against his body and meeting his thrusts with her own. The movements of his hips starts to break from their upbeat rhythm and she feels his release hot inside of her. Furrowing her brow in frustration she rubs faster on her clit while he recovers and keeps thrusting forcefully into her.
“Come on, baby,” he whispers against her neck as he drops his head down to kiss her breasts through her shirt. He bites roughly at her nipple and the added stimulation shoves her into her climax. She pants and wipes her sweat soaked forehead against his shoulder as he pulls out of her. He starts to speak, but is cut off as River shoves him away from her body and drops back down to the floor to smooth out her skirt. He quickly tucks himself back into his pants and walks away from her, buttoning his fly and trying to act nonchalant as Simon strides nervously into the kitchen.
“Mei mei, what are you doing up so late?” he asks, glancing uneasily at Jayne as he walks towards his sister.
“Dishes,” she states blandly and gestures to the sink full of now deflated bubbles.
“Can’t they wait until morning? You should be in bed by now,” he gently scolds as if he’s talking to a small child.
“But they were very, very dirty,” she responds seriously while Jayne coughs to cover his laughter at her innocent act.
“She’s right doc, dirty things like that need to be rubbed down right away or they’ll never come clean,” Jayne agrees as he rummages through the cabinets, trying to play off his presence as in the kitchen as midnight snacking.
Simon looks at the merc with a baffled and slightly annoyed expression before pulling his inexplicably giggling sister out of the room.
Next: chapter 2: Caught>