Firefly fic: The Crush (NC-17) River/Jayne
TITLE: The Crush
AUTHOR: Mnemosyne
DISCLAIMER: Not mine!
SUMMARY: River's got a crush on Jayne, and does what she has to to get his attention.
RATING: OMG so NC-17
CHARACTERS: River/Jayne
WARNINGS: Porny!
SPOILERS: For the series
NOTES:
This is, once again, all Alia's fault. Last night she was working on Birdy fic but was having a tough time and wanted inspiration. I asked what I could do to help, and she said, "Write me porn?" So porn was born. What follows is an almost identical transcript of the story I wrote for her in Instant Messenger (though it's not written like an AIM convo); I just cleaned it up a little. This was written between 2am and 4am, so if it seems to ramble a little, it's because I was writing it on the fly while falling asleep at my keyboard. LOL! Enjoy!
This was it. The last straw. Jayne considered himself a worldly kind of guy, in that he'd been to lots of worlds and there weren't a hell of a lot that could phase him. But this was the last straw. The final curtain. The buck stopped here.
He marched into the mess; he knew she'd be there; she always was this time of day, after the daily breakfast rush, when the rest of the crew was elsewhere. And there she was, stretched out on the tabletop, drawing in her sketchpad, small white feet wiggling in the air.
"Moony, I done had it!" he barked, coming to an angry standstill beside the table and glaring down at her. "I ain't takin' it no more, y'hear?"
River looked up from her drawing, watching him with tranquil eyes. "You're unhappy," she observed.
"Damn right I'm unhappy!" he snarled. "You ain't doin' it no more, get me? Yer done!"
"I do not see the problem."
"The problem is I'm a man, gorrammit, not a woman or a goddamn dolly! Yer gonna ruin my reputation!"
"Overreaction."
"Over reactin'? You think I'm over reactin'?!" With a growl of frustration, Jayne thrust his hand into her face. He was clutching a little linen bag.
River's eyes crossed a little as she looked at the bag, then back up at him. "Yes?" she asked.
Jayne ground his teeth. "Quit. Puttin'. Potpourri. In my underwear drawer!"
River tilted her head, rubbing her feet together as she looked up at him. "Why?"
"Cuz I'm startin' to smell like a gorram flower garden, that's why!"
"Do people sniff your underpants?"
Jayne recoiled. "Hell no!"
"Then this is irrelevant."
"Now just hang on a minute, Crazy-"
"Not listening." She turned back to her drawing.
"Gorrammit!" Jayne crunched the little bag of potpourri in his hand and chucked it across the room. "Quit ignorin' me!"
Scribble, scribble, draw
"A man's got no business wearin' drawers that smell like buttercups!"
Shade, draw, erase, shade
"River!"
"We match." She raised her eyes again and looked into his face.
Jayne blinked. This was, quite frankly, a response he'd never expected. "Huh?"
With an exaggerated sigh, River put down her pencil and sat up on the table, swinging her legs over the edge so she could look up into his face. "We match," she repeated, and patted his chest. "I put potpourri with your underthings so they will share a scent with my own, thereby preventing territorial warfare."
Jayne stared at her. River smiled sunnily back.
"You sayin'," Jayne muttered after a few moments had passed, "that you put that potpourri in my underwear drawer... so's your panties don't get in a tussle with my boxers?"
River nodded and gave him a brilliant smile. "Gold star!"
"Uh..."
"It would be highly embarrassing for them to start wrangling in the middle of a Captain Daddy mission briefing."
"Um..."
"I imagine it would look like this."
Planting her palms on the table and her feet on the bench, she lifted her hips and rubbed her pelvis against his.
Jayne's eyes went black, and he moaned from deep in his gut.
"That would be unwanted, yes?" she purred, still holding herself up on her hands.
Jayne blinked, eyes clearing a fraction as he looked down into her pixie face. She was smiling innocently. "Depends," he growled, grabbing her hips before she could drop away.
"On what?" she asked, letting her weight rest in his strong hands.
"On how fast I could get you out of the room," he muttered, and yanked her up against his chest, one arm snaking under her bottom, the other curling around her back like a steel cable.
River gasped at the sudden move, her legs reflexively hugging around his waist.
"Yer playin' with fire, girl," Jayne muttered, his voice rumbling in his belly, sending vibrations straight through River's core. "We only been tiptoein' around, but you're 'bout to step on my feet, you keep goin' like this."
River gave him a dazzling, dreamy smile. "Now he sees," she murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck. "It is so very hard to teach a blind man to dance."
She was small and warm and soft in his arms, and he'd been dreaming about her ever since Ariel. And now here she was, wiggling eagerly in his embrace, and Jayne suddenly didn't know what to do. His mind blanked and all he could do was stare into her eyes, unblinking.
River sighed and rolled her eyes. "Take me to my room," she told him in clear, plain language.
"Huh, why?" Jayne managed to ask, shaking himself out of his reverie.
"Because it has a bed."
"Uh...."
"Take me to my room. Lay me on the bed. We disrobe. You lay on top of me, and penetrate my-"
"I get it! I get it! Jesum H. Christmas, you kiss yer brother with that mouth?"
"I do not participate in incestual relations with my brother." She let go of his neck and hung limp in his arms, head lolling back. "At this rate, I will not be participating in normal coupling relations with you, either. And I had such hopes." She began idly swinging her dangling arms. "Bored now."
Jayne's face hardened. "Hey now, don't you go gettin' bored. Ain't my fault you're flingin' yerself at me all of a sudden. Takes a few minutes for a man to adjust."
"Been a few minutes. Still no action."
"You want action? Huh? You want action? I'll show you action, crazy girl."
Hefting her up in his arms, he hugged her against his chest like a smuggler and ducked into the corridor, careful to make sure no one saw them as he scurried towards her passenger dorm
"You are very tense," River observed.
"Yeah, well, I don't fancy gettin' my manparts served to me on a silver platter if someone sees us."
"Won't happen."
"How can you be so sure, huh?"
"Just won't."
"Huh, so you say."
"We have no silver platters. Would have to use ceramic."
"Oh, yer a real ray of sunshine."
They made it to the passenger dorm unseen, though Jayne had no idea how they managed to miss Simon. Probably meant the good doctor was holed up in the engine room with Kaylee, in which case he really had no reason to complain about the mercenary sexin' up his little sister.
"Good use of logic," River said with a little nod as he fumbled with her door in an effort to get it open.
"Quit readin' my head," Jayne grumbled, finally getting the door open and stumbling inside.
"Sorry. Bad habit."
"No, a bad habit is bitin' yer nails at the supper table. Readin' folks' minds is just plain creepifyin'." Yanking the door shut behind them, Jayne turned around-
-and promptly tripped over some goddamn thing on the floor, sending them both sprawling across River's tiny twin bed
"OOF!" River grunted.
"The hell was that!" Jayne snapped, trying to see over the bed to what tripped him.
"OOF! Off!"
"Huh? Oh. Sorry." He rolled to the side, and River took a few deep, gasping breaths before tilting her head to glare at him.
"You're heavy," she grouched, rubbing her chest
"Yeah, I know," he rejoindered, sneering. "I'm also mean and prickly and like shooting things."
"You are supposed to lay upon me tenderly," River complained, sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the bed, still rubbing her chest. "Not fall on me like a bag of rocks."
"Look, it ain't my fault, dong ma?" Jayne sat up, frowning petulantly. "I tripped on somethin', so's your fault cuz you don't clean yer room."
"I keep my room spotless," River responded primly.
"Yeah, then what the hell did I trip on, huh?" Jayne asked, leaning down and reaching around her, feeling around on the ground for whatever he'd tripped on. "Felt like a box. Huh? You just leave boxes lyin' around, man's bound to get hisself killed. Hah!" His hand closed around a small cardboard box, and he picked it up, holding it aloft triumphantly. "Told you."
River gave him a compassionate smile. "You want to put that down."
Jayne frowned at her. "No I don't. This here's evidence."
"Jayne, dear Jayne, you will be unhappy if you don't put that down."
"Yeah? Why, whatcha gonna do?"
"Nothing. Won't do anything. You'll just be unhappy."
"Why?"
"Read it."
Frowning deeper, jayne looked at the box in his hand.
It read, in big, swirly letters.... Tampons
"D:SLKUO!IU!P!!!!" Jayne exclaimed.
"Told you," River sing-songed as he flung the box far, far away from him.
"What in HELL you doin' leavin' them things lyin' around!" Jayne barked, rubbing his hand frantically against his thigh.
River flopped back down on the bed, doing an imaginary cat's cradle. "Didn't. Kaylee must have taken some."
"Well gorrammit, that girl's gotta learn to tidy up after herself!"
"You can tell her."
"I will!"
"You can say Kaylee, don't leave tampons lying in the walkway."
"Uh..."
"I'm sure she will be accomodating."
"Er..."
"May we commence with the intercourse now? I have to wash my hair soon or Simon will have a tantrum."
Jayne frowned at her, then turned away and slumped on the edge of the bed. "Gorrammit, I don't feel like it now," he grumbled.
River sighed and sat up. "Why not?"
"Well... I dunno... You keep teasin' me... and I'm gonna git killed... and there were... girly things..."
River rubbed his back. "I'm sorry for the tampons," she soothed.
Jayne winced. "Can you... NOT say that word?"
"Tampons?"
Wince again. "Yes."
"Would you prefer I call them Tina?"
"Uh.... okay."
River laid her head on his shoulder, simultaneously rubbing his back and stomach. "I am sorry," she murmured, gazing up at him with big brown eyes. "I will stop teasing you, and I promise you won't be killed. And I apologize for Tina."
Jayne glanced at her, looking for all the world like a little boy who's had his Red Rider rifle taken away. "Yeah?"
River nodded, giving him a tender smile. "Yes."
Jayne kept looking at her for a moment, then shifted in her direction, tilting his head to watch her as she sat up straight again. "Girl, why you doin' this anyway?" he asked, genuinely curious.
"Doing what?" she asked, still rubbing his stomach.
"Tryin' to get me to sex you up."
River shrugged, blushing faintly pink. "Don't know," she mumbled, glancing up at him coyly through her lashes.
Jayne's lips twitched with a wolfish grin. "Yeah?" he teased, poking her gently in the stomach. She giggled, batting his hand away. "Don't believe you."
"You're an unattached male," she supplied, curling her legs up to protect her belly and resting her chin on her knees. "I'm a young, fertile female. It makes sense."
"Uh-huh. Bullshit."
"Cow excrement is not a factor"
"I mean it ain't that, dammit." The grin came back. "You got a crush on me, don't you?"
River's blush returned, darker this time. "No," she mumbled, but she wouldn't meet his eyes.
"You DO," Jayne said, smirking. "Little River Tam's got a big ole crush on me."
"Do not!"
"Yeah you do."
"Crushes are infantile!"
"Don't know what the hell that means, but you got one."
"I do not CRUSH!"
"Yer a girl. Teenager at that. Sure you do."
River crossed her arms petulantly and turned her head away from him, sticking her nose up in the air. "I am not a GIRL," she grouched.
"Honey, trust me. You got the hardware. Yer a girl."
River dared a glance back over her shoulder at him. "You... have admired my hardware?" she asked shyly.
Jayne grinned. "Baby girl, I saw you climb outta that box buck naked, you 'member? I been admirin' since day one, even if you ain't got much to admire."
She ignored the slight; he hadn't meant it as one, just a statement of fact. This time her blush was accompanied with a glowing smile as she turned her head back toward him, gazing up at him through her lashes. "I have admired you, too," she purred.
Jayne leered. "Yeah?" He winked. "See anythin' you like?" A little nod. "Why don't you show me."
River bit her lip a little. After a moment's hesitation, she got up on her knees on the bed beside him, reached out a small white hand, and stroked his bicep.
"You have good arms," she murmured, watching her hand glide over his skin. "Strong. Ripply."
Jayne flexed, enjoying her little gasp of surprise as the muscles bunched under her fingers "Gotta be strong," he told her, watching her dark eyes dilate as she continued to pet him. "My line o' work, you can't be weak."
"No," she murmured, shaking her head faintly. "Can't be weak..."
Jayne watched her for a few seconds more, then took the opportunity to shrug out of his shirt, yanking it over his head and chucking it aside. River's eyes widened, confronted with the full span of his furry chest, and she reached out to trail her hands down his pectorals.
"Ooh," she breathed.
"You like that, too, huh?" Jayne asked, watching her face. River nodded silently. "I like yer's, too."
River stroked his chest again, then blinked and looked up. "My what?" she asked.
Jayne smirked. "Yer chest."
This time, her blush was beet red, and she bent forward to bury her face in his shoulder.
Jayne laughed softly, raising a hand to cup the back of her head as she giggled inanely into his neck. "Baby girl, I don't think yer ready for sex yet."
"But-!" she protested, raising her head. Jayne cut her off.
"Uh, uh, stop. I been with girls their first time before, and you just ain't there yet. You still got a lot of stuff mangled in your brain. It wouldn't be right."
"But... Jayne..."
"I spoke my piece, girl. That's that." He sat up, began feeling around for his shirt.
"I hurt."
Her voice was so small, so quiet, he almost didn't hear her. But he DID hear her, and it made him turn around to look at her again. She had her hands laced in her lap and was twiddling her thumbs idly, watching them with vague interest. "What'd you say?" he asked.
"I hurt," she repeated, shrugging faintly and looking at him through her hair. "In my belly. At night sometimes, I feel..." She bit her lip and looked down again. "I feel... everyone..." She dared a look at him through the corner of her eye, blushed even redder, and turned back to her hands.
Jayne watched her for a few seconds, then reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Everyone, huh?"
A small nod.
"Sorry 'bout that."
"Don't be," she corrected him hurriedly, looking up quickly to find his eyes. She smiled shyly. "I... like it." She ducked her head again, sighing. "But I'm empty. Hollow. My belly aches and there's no relief."
"Yeah?" Jayne saw her small nod, and reached out to lay a hand on her flat stomach, rubbing gently. "Hurts here, huh?"
River's eyes closed as he rubbed her through the thin cotton of her sun dress. "Yes," she murmured.
"Right here?" He kept moving his hand in slow circles, dropping lower until he was rubbing below her navel. "Or here?"
"...There..."
"Mmm... Yeah, I thought so..." He slid closer to her, wrapping his free arm around her slim waist and holding her tight against his side as he continued to rub her stomach. Her eyes fluttered open, watching his face. "Betcha it hurts other places, too, don't it?"
Nod.
"You wanna tell me where?"
...Nod.
"How 'bout this, then. How bout you show me. You jus' take my hand, and you put it wherever you hurt. And I'll make the hurt go away."
River bit her lip, blinking her big eyes at him. He felt her smaller hand come to rest on top of his larger one, and she dragged it slowly upwards, hesitating only a moment before cupping his fingers around her breast. A moment later, she pressed down on the back of his hand, so his palm exerted a gentle pressure on the soft globe of giving flesh.
River moaned softly, head dropping to the side to lay on his shoulder, eyes drifting shut.
"Mmm..." Jayne felt his own eyes dilating as he gently kneaded the girl's breast. She was small, but fit neatly in his palm. He could feel her heart fluttering in her chest and it made him puff up a little with pride. He was making her heart beat faster; him; dumb, Rim-born Jayne was turning on the genius Core girl. And she wanted it.
"They... both hurt," River murmured against his neck, lips soft and warm.
"Do they now?" He nuzzled her forehead as his hand drifted from one breast to the other, kneading, squeezing occasionally. River moaned turning towards him so she could drape her legs over his lap. "Oh yeah, you like that, don't you?"
River nodded, gasping faintly as his fingers squeezed her nipple.
"Put your hands on me, girl," Jayne murmured against her cheek, pressing his thumb into the base of her breast, pushing up. A moment later, he felt the soft flutter of her hands drifting across his chest, over his shoulders, and he moaned.
The girl wiggled in his arms, and a he felt the cotton of her sun dress bunching up against his hand. She was shrugging out of the fabric, and now it was pooled around her elbows, leaving her free breast bare. "Skin," she murmured, pressing her palms flat against his naked, muscular chest.
Jayne raised his hand allowing her dress to fall down to her waist, then put his hand back on her breast. The sensation of her soft skin and the hard pebble of her nipple against his palm shot straight to his groin. "Ta ma de, yer soft," he murmured.
"You're hard," she breathed, and dipped her head forward to nibble his collarbone.
"Gettin' harder," he growled hungrily; heard her answering giggle against the hollow of his throat.
One small hand wrapped around his wrist, and he groaned as she drew his hand away from her breast, sliding it down the smooth white skin of her abdomen, along the strong columns of her thighs. She was still half-wearing the dress, and the fabric was a warm cave as she tucked his hand up under her skirt. "I hurt here most of all," she murmured, gazing into his face with dark, dazed eyes. Her fingers let go of his wrist, leaving his hand hovering between her thighs. "Hurt so bad, sometimes I cry."
"Shouldn't do that," he murmured, trailing his fingers over her inner thighs, enjoying her soft gasp. "Shouldn't gotta cry." She was pouring heat across his knuckles, and he moaned when he moved his hand higher and found no resistance. "Lao ya tian, girl, where're yer panties?"
"Somewhere," she murmured dazedly.
"You know we was gonna do this today?"
"No."
"You jus' weren't wearin' any?"
"No."
Jayne half growled, half groaned. "Minx," he growled, and closed the remaining distance between his hand and the juncture of her legs, fingers delving into her wet heat.
River's back arched and she let out a long, guttural moan. "Ohhhhhhhh...!" Her small hands splayed against his shoulders, her breasts thrusting upward as her hips shuddered. Jayne felt moisture soak his hand and swallowed hard to hold in his own groan.
"Fuck, you wanted that," he muttered. "Didn't even hardly get inside you."
River could only nod, biting her lip so hard she was going to draw blood. Her hips rocked against his hand, openly begging, and Jayne wasn't about say no. Pushing ahead, he slid one finger deep inside her, deep as he could go, and felt her clench around him again. This time the sound River made was closer to a muffled scream, and her body tugged at him, trying to pull him deeper.
Jayne swore, a long string of Chinese. "Gorram, girl, you wasn't kiddin', were you? You're this wound up, 'sgotta hurt you bad." He began to thrust his hand inside her.
River curled forward again, burying her face in his neck. her whole body was shaking, her hips rolling with his hand. "They come... like firebolts..." she panted, keening a little and straddling his lap, spreading her legs wider to give him easier access. "Burn me... burn me up inside...." Her forehead rolled against his shoulder.
"Shhhh, lemme work," Jayne soothed, squeezing her waist. He gazed down between their bodies, frustrated that he couldn't see his hand because of her skirt. "Baby girl, pick your skirt up. Gotta see what I'm doing."
River nodded faintly, reached down one small hand to bunch up her skirt so that now her dress was little more than a ring of cotton circling her body. She tucked the fabric up under her breasts, holding it steady and baring her lower body to his hungry eyes.
Jayne licked his lips, watching the way her soft body closed and opened with each thrust of his hand. Grinding his teeth, he pressed a second finger in beside the first, then while she was still moaning from that he added a third, reveling in her cry of surprise. "You're so wet, baby girl," he moaned, feeling his own arousal pressing against his fly like a rod of molten titanium. "Feel like I could put my whole hand in you, iffen I tried it."
River sobbed against his throat, her mouth open and wet against one side of his neck while her free hand cupped the other side. "Please," she begged. "More, more, more...."
Jayne's mouth was dry but he couldn't stop swallowing as he spread his fingers open, stretching her wider. River cried out, sharp and desperate, shuddering as he forced a fourth finger into her tight body. "Fuck," Jayne panted. "Fuck, fuck... Gotta lay you down. Gotta put you down..."
River's body was boneless as he tilted her back to the bed. She flowed out over the sheets like a serpent, arms curling around her head, long dark hair spreading out like tendrils of dark light around a black hole sun. Her legs automatically hitched up, knees falling open, and the smell of her washed over Jayne like water. "Morrrrrrre," she moaned, palming her own breasts, squeezing firmly.
Jayne lowerd his head, sucking fiercely on her belly as his thumb plied her clit. She shrieked, body bucking upwards, forcing his hand DEEPER, and Jayne hadn't thought he could go any further in but there you go, learn something new everyday, and she was shaking underneath him -- half tension, half release -- and the way she kept begging his name was something he wouldn't mind hearing over and over and over again for a mighty long time.
Swallowing hard, he curled his thumb down into his palm. "Fuck," he groaned, and pushed.
River cried out, her body arching up away from the bed as his hand pressed into her. "Oh oh oh oh oh oh!" she cried out, her hands burying themselves in his hair and pulling without thought. "YES! YES!"
She came so hard she damn near broke his hand. Her muscles squeezed and squeezed and rippled around his fingers, holding him tight, letting him know in no uncertain terms that she was NOT letting him go until she was good and ready. That was fine by Jayne. He didn't know how he'd managed to get his whole hand up in the girl, her bein' such a tiny thing and him bein' such a big guy, but he wasn't going to argue with letting hisself linger somewhere warm and soft and wet.
When the orgasms finally stopped coming -- and wasn't that the biggest damn perfect pun in the 'verse? -- he watched the girl collapse back into her soft white bed linens, panting and sweaty and flushed. Her hands fumbled dumbly across her face, as if she were trying to remember what she looked like. He wondered if she even remembered he was there.
"Yes," she panted, voice rough and weak. "I remember." Her hips rocked once, and she gasped as a soft aftershock climax rippled through her body, clenching around his hand. "Ai ya tien la, I remember...."
Jayne stretched out beside her, feeling suddenly too big and too old. He barely fit on the tiny bed with her, and her smooth skin felt too tight and young against his old worn out body. "That was new," he said, trying to lighten his own mood. "Can't say as I've done that in a while."
River's eyes fluttered open and she stared at him. He didn't see anything particular in her eyes -- no abject devotion or primal lust; barely even recognition. A few moments passed. She blinked, raised her hands, cupped his face. "Thank you," she murmured, rubbing her thumbs over his lips.
He found himself parting his lips a little , feeling her thumbs dip into his mouth as a result and loving it too much. "Welcome," he muttered.
River gave him a small smile. "I'd like your hand, please," she murmured.
Jayne slid up his free hand.
"The other one."
Jayne swallowed. Closing his eyes, he slowly drew his hand from her body. River moaned, whimpering and writhing until he came free. She let out a soft cry of loss as he left her completely.
"Sorry 'bout that," he murmured against her forehead. "'Salways hard."
She nodded shakily, then reached down to take his wrist and bring his hand up between them. Bending her head forward, she darted out her warm pink tongue and licked his palm.
Jayne closed his eyes and moaned.
"You hurt," River murmured.
"God yes I do," he agreed.
"Show me where, and I will make the hurt go away."
Jayne let out a desperate laugh. "Oh baby girl, you ain't gonna make this hurt go away."
He felt her small nose nuzzle his lips. "Yes I am," she murmured, kissing his chin. Then his throat. His collarbone...
Jayne opened his eyes, watching her dark head as she made her slow progression down his body, kissing where she pleased. She reached his belt and had it unbuckled in two seconds flat, his zipper humming open a split second after that. He couldn't hold back a moan as the pressure was relieved, then choked on a breath as she dipped a small white hand into his boxers and held him.
She hissed faintly, raising her eyes to gaze up his body to his face. "You burn me," she murmured.
"Yeah, well... firebolts," he rasped, then cried out as she squeezed him gently. "Ta ma de, girl, I'm dyin'...."
"Can't do that," she told him. "Can't die."
She managed to coax his pants and boxers down past his hips, and Jayne felt like roaring lion-style as the air of the room finally touched his stone solid cock. Before the sound could leave his throat, however, he felt her soft, curious lips touch the head of his arousal, and all air disappeared.
"Man and woman," she murmured, her lips vibrating against his cock, and he whimpered as she continued speaking. "Made to fit together. Did early man know this, I wonder? Did they understand the mechanics? Did they experiment first, use different orifices?" Her head came back up and she lowered her lips over him, taking a few inches into her mouth.
Jayne wanted to grab her by the hair and force her down; wanted to thrust up until he was halfway down her throat; but he couldn't move a muscle. the room was spinning and this girl's mouth was the only thing keeping him from flying away from centrifugal force.
She sucked on him for a few seconds, like he was a gorram grape popsicle, probing his hard flesh with her tongue. It was the most indescribable torture Jayne had ever felt. His balls were tight and painful, River's mouth was warm and comfortable, and the counterpoint was killing him. It was like dancing on a knife's edge in cashmere shoes.
Then the warmth was gone, the comfort was gone, the cashmere was gone, and all that was left was the knife blade twisting slowly in his gut. "What are you do-?" he began, feeling red hot betrayal burning in his stomach as she raised up on her hands, straddling his body with arms and legs and staring down into his face. "You want to kill me, girl!"
River shook her head, long dark hair brushing his chest. "No, I don't." She cocked her head and licked her lips. "Early man was stupid, but creative." She smiled. "That was fun."
"GORRAMMIT!" He twined his arms around her waist, yanking her down on top of him. "I'm a hairsbreadth from having you, girl," he growled through gritted teeth, feeling her breasts flatten out between them. "Don't tempt me. Either finish or get the hell out of here before I MAKE you finish. I ain't that kind of man, dong ma?"
River smiled at him; a brilliant, shining smile. "I always finish," she told him. "Silly Jayne." Rocking her hips, she kissed his chin, then pushed up on her elbows and watched him with serious eyes.
"I know how it is to hurt," she murmured, and shook her head. "I would never make you hurt like that."
Jayne moaned, eyes creasing. "Baby, I'm hurtin'," he pleaded.
River nodded. "I know." She kissed his chest, just over his heart, then slid off to lay between him and the wall. "Come here."
She didn't have to tell him twice. With an animal growl he rolled her under him, burying his face in her throat and sucking fiercely. She sighed happily, her legs wrapping around his waist, and rubbed one hand up and down his spine. "I'm ready, Jayne," she murmured near his ear. "Ready to be your analgesic."
He had no idea what that meant, but he knew exactly what she was saying. Groaning, he grabbed her hips, wrenched her upwards, and pushed into her. He had only a split second to wonder why there was no resistance before his body took over and he came. For a second his vision went black, then inverted to pure white before settling back down into regular, everyday color. He collapsed on top of her, panting heavily as if he'd just run a marathon.
River cuddled him warmly.
"This is a better way to fall," she purred, stroking his hair. "Much better than tripping over Tina."
Jayne groaned, pressing his face into her throat. " Gorrammit, don't ruin the mood."
River giggled.
He took a few seconds to catalog events as they stood. River was still wearing her dress, though it was bunched around her waist now and didn't do a thing to hide her nakedness. Jayne's pants were hanging around his ankles, hampered by his combat boots, which were still laced up on his feet. If anyone were to walk in right now, they'd come face to face with his bare ass, which conjured all kinds of odd pictures of his ass having a little face and saying "Hello!" to Simon in a ridiculously cheery voice
River giggled again, louder this time.
"Quit readin' my head, dammit...." he mumbled, but it was more habit than anything. he was too tired to argue anyway.
"Sorry," she whispered, rubbing his back.
"'sokay."
"You should take off your clothes," she told him gently, kissing the top of his head. "You will be more comfortable, and it will aid sleep."
"Shouldn't... gotta go..."
"No."
"Hmm?"
"No, don't go." her arms tightened around him. "Stay."
Jayne sighed. Damn girl'd gone and stopped crushing on him and now she probably thought she was in love. Girls didn't fall in love with guys like him. Girls used fellas like Jayne to scratch an itch. That was it; he was her itch scratcher. Better for both of them if he got up and went back to his own bunk to crash. Shouldn't stay here. Weren't right.
"Mmokay," he mumbled instead.
Or he could stay. Whatever.
River sighed happily, and set about tucking him in comfortably beside her on the bed as Jayne toed off his boots and kicked away the cumbersome fabric around his feet. Shimmying out of her dress, River cuddled up against his chest, purring like a happy kitten.
Jayne couldn't help but chuckle. He stroked her long dark hair and kissed the top of her head. "So I hope we know where we stand now," he told her.
"Mm-hmm," River hummed in response.
"You don't gotta keep puttin' them sachets in my drawers drawer, dong ma? We done what you wanted. Hell, we done more'n you prolly expected. So no more tricks, right?"
"Sorry. Can't."
Jayne frowned. "Whaddaya mean, can't? Can't what?"
"Can't stop using potpourri."
"The hell? Why not!"
"Because." River raised her head and gave him a blinding smile. "Now it will be harder than ever to keep them apart."
THE END
xposted to literarylemming, rayne_shippers, and ff_fanfic
AUTHOR: Mnemosyne
DISCLAIMER: Not mine!
SUMMARY: River's got a crush on Jayne, and does what she has to to get his attention.
RATING: OMG so NC-17
CHARACTERS: River/Jayne
WARNINGS: Porny!
SPOILERS: For the series
NOTES:
This is, once again, all Alia's fault. Last night she was working on Birdy fic but was having a tough time and wanted inspiration. I asked what I could do to help, and she said, "Write me porn?" So porn was born. What follows is an almost identical transcript of the story I wrote for her in Instant Messenger (though it's not written like an AIM convo); I just cleaned it up a little. This was written between 2am and 4am, so if it seems to ramble a little, it's because I was writing it on the fly while falling asleep at my keyboard. LOL! Enjoy!
This was it. The last straw. Jayne considered himself a worldly kind of guy, in that he'd been to lots of worlds and there weren't a hell of a lot that could phase him. But this was the last straw. The final curtain. The buck stopped here.
He marched into the mess; he knew she'd be there; she always was this time of day, after the daily breakfast rush, when the rest of the crew was elsewhere. And there she was, stretched out on the tabletop, drawing in her sketchpad, small white feet wiggling in the air.
"Moony, I done had it!" he barked, coming to an angry standstill beside the table and glaring down at her. "I ain't takin' it no more, y'hear?"
River looked up from her drawing, watching him with tranquil eyes. "You're unhappy," she observed.
"Damn right I'm unhappy!" he snarled. "You ain't doin' it no more, get me? Yer done!"
"I do not see the problem."
"The problem is I'm a man, gorrammit, not a woman or a goddamn dolly! Yer gonna ruin my reputation!"
"Overreaction."
"Over reactin'? You think I'm over reactin'?!" With a growl of frustration, Jayne thrust his hand into her face. He was clutching a little linen bag.
River's eyes crossed a little as she looked at the bag, then back up at him. "Yes?" she asked.
Jayne ground his teeth. "Quit. Puttin'. Potpourri. In my underwear drawer!"
River tilted her head, rubbing her feet together as she looked up at him. "Why?"
"Cuz I'm startin' to smell like a gorram flower garden, that's why!"
"Do people sniff your underpants?"
Jayne recoiled. "Hell no!"
"Then this is irrelevant."
"Now just hang on a minute, Crazy-"
"Not listening." She turned back to her drawing.
"Gorrammit!" Jayne crunched the little bag of potpourri in his hand and chucked it across the room. "Quit ignorin' me!"
Scribble, scribble, draw
"A man's got no business wearin' drawers that smell like buttercups!"
Shade, draw, erase, shade
"River!"
"We match." She raised her eyes again and looked into his face.
Jayne blinked. This was, quite frankly, a response he'd never expected. "Huh?"
With an exaggerated sigh, River put down her pencil and sat up on the table, swinging her legs over the edge so she could look up into his face. "We match," she repeated, and patted his chest. "I put potpourri with your underthings so they will share a scent with my own, thereby preventing territorial warfare."
Jayne stared at her. River smiled sunnily back.
"You sayin'," Jayne muttered after a few moments had passed, "that you put that potpourri in my underwear drawer... so's your panties don't get in a tussle with my boxers?"
River nodded and gave him a brilliant smile. "Gold star!"
"Uh..."
"It would be highly embarrassing for them to start wrangling in the middle of a Captain Daddy mission briefing."
"Um..."
"I imagine it would look like this."
Planting her palms on the table and her feet on the bench, she lifted her hips and rubbed her pelvis against his.
Jayne's eyes went black, and he moaned from deep in his gut.
"That would be unwanted, yes?" she purred, still holding herself up on her hands.
Jayne blinked, eyes clearing a fraction as he looked down into her pixie face. She was smiling innocently. "Depends," he growled, grabbing her hips before she could drop away.
"On what?" she asked, letting her weight rest in his strong hands.
"On how fast I could get you out of the room," he muttered, and yanked her up against his chest, one arm snaking under her bottom, the other curling around her back like a steel cable.
River gasped at the sudden move, her legs reflexively hugging around his waist.
"Yer playin' with fire, girl," Jayne muttered, his voice rumbling in his belly, sending vibrations straight through River's core. "We only been tiptoein' around, but you're 'bout to step on my feet, you keep goin' like this."
River gave him a dazzling, dreamy smile. "Now he sees," she murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck. "It is so very hard to teach a blind man to dance."
She was small and warm and soft in his arms, and he'd been dreaming about her ever since Ariel. And now here she was, wiggling eagerly in his embrace, and Jayne suddenly didn't know what to do. His mind blanked and all he could do was stare into her eyes, unblinking.
River sighed and rolled her eyes. "Take me to my room," she told him in clear, plain language.
"Huh, why?" Jayne managed to ask, shaking himself out of his reverie.
"Because it has a bed."
"Uh...."
"Take me to my room. Lay me on the bed. We disrobe. You lay on top of me, and penetrate my-"
"I get it! I get it! Jesum H. Christmas, you kiss yer brother with that mouth?"
"I do not participate in incestual relations with my brother." She let go of his neck and hung limp in his arms, head lolling back. "At this rate, I will not be participating in normal coupling relations with you, either. And I had such hopes." She began idly swinging her dangling arms. "Bored now."
Jayne's face hardened. "Hey now, don't you go gettin' bored. Ain't my fault you're flingin' yerself at me all of a sudden. Takes a few minutes for a man to adjust."
"Been a few minutes. Still no action."
"You want action? Huh? You want action? I'll show you action, crazy girl."
Hefting her up in his arms, he hugged her against his chest like a smuggler and ducked into the corridor, careful to make sure no one saw them as he scurried towards her passenger dorm
"You are very tense," River observed.
"Yeah, well, I don't fancy gettin' my manparts served to me on a silver platter if someone sees us."
"Won't happen."
"How can you be so sure, huh?"
"Just won't."
"Huh, so you say."
"We have no silver platters. Would have to use ceramic."
"Oh, yer a real ray of sunshine."
They made it to the passenger dorm unseen, though Jayne had no idea how they managed to miss Simon. Probably meant the good doctor was holed up in the engine room with Kaylee, in which case he really had no reason to complain about the mercenary sexin' up his little sister.
"Good use of logic," River said with a little nod as he fumbled with her door in an effort to get it open.
"Quit readin' my head," Jayne grumbled, finally getting the door open and stumbling inside.
"Sorry. Bad habit."
"No, a bad habit is bitin' yer nails at the supper table. Readin' folks' minds is just plain creepifyin'." Yanking the door shut behind them, Jayne turned around-
-and promptly tripped over some goddamn thing on the floor, sending them both sprawling across River's tiny twin bed
"OOF!" River grunted.
"The hell was that!" Jayne snapped, trying to see over the bed to what tripped him.
"OOF! Off!"
"Huh? Oh. Sorry." He rolled to the side, and River took a few deep, gasping breaths before tilting her head to glare at him.
"You're heavy," she grouched, rubbing her chest
"Yeah, I know," he rejoindered, sneering. "I'm also mean and prickly and like shooting things."
"You are supposed to lay upon me tenderly," River complained, sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the bed, still rubbing her chest. "Not fall on me like a bag of rocks."
"Look, it ain't my fault, dong ma?" Jayne sat up, frowning petulantly. "I tripped on somethin', so's your fault cuz you don't clean yer room."
"I keep my room spotless," River responded primly.
"Yeah, then what the hell did I trip on, huh?" Jayne asked, leaning down and reaching around her, feeling around on the ground for whatever he'd tripped on. "Felt like a box. Huh? You just leave boxes lyin' around, man's bound to get hisself killed. Hah!" His hand closed around a small cardboard box, and he picked it up, holding it aloft triumphantly. "Told you."
River gave him a compassionate smile. "You want to put that down."
Jayne frowned at her. "No I don't. This here's evidence."
"Jayne, dear Jayne, you will be unhappy if you don't put that down."
"Yeah? Why, whatcha gonna do?"
"Nothing. Won't do anything. You'll just be unhappy."
"Why?"
"Read it."
Frowning deeper, jayne looked at the box in his hand.
It read, in big, swirly letters.... Tampons
"D:SLKUO!IU!P!!!!" Jayne exclaimed.
"Told you," River sing-songed as he flung the box far, far away from him.
"What in HELL you doin' leavin' them things lyin' around!" Jayne barked, rubbing his hand frantically against his thigh.
River flopped back down on the bed, doing an imaginary cat's cradle. "Didn't. Kaylee must have taken some."
"Well gorrammit, that girl's gotta learn to tidy up after herself!"
"You can tell her."
"I will!"
"You can say Kaylee, don't leave tampons lying in the walkway."
"Uh..."
"I'm sure she will be accomodating."
"Er..."
"May we commence with the intercourse now? I have to wash my hair soon or Simon will have a tantrum."
Jayne frowned at her, then turned away and slumped on the edge of the bed. "Gorrammit, I don't feel like it now," he grumbled.
River sighed and sat up. "Why not?"
"Well... I dunno... You keep teasin' me... and I'm gonna git killed... and there were... girly things..."
River rubbed his back. "I'm sorry for the tampons," she soothed.
Jayne winced. "Can you... NOT say that word?"
"Tampons?"
Wince again. "Yes."
"Would you prefer I call them Tina?"
"Uh.... okay."
River laid her head on his shoulder, simultaneously rubbing his back and stomach. "I am sorry," she murmured, gazing up at him with big brown eyes. "I will stop teasing you, and I promise you won't be killed. And I apologize for Tina."
Jayne glanced at her, looking for all the world like a little boy who's had his Red Rider rifle taken away. "Yeah?"
River nodded, giving him a tender smile. "Yes."
Jayne kept looking at her for a moment, then shifted in her direction, tilting his head to watch her as she sat up straight again. "Girl, why you doin' this anyway?" he asked, genuinely curious.
"Doing what?" she asked, still rubbing his stomach.
"Tryin' to get me to sex you up."
River shrugged, blushing faintly pink. "Don't know," she mumbled, glancing up at him coyly through her lashes.
Jayne's lips twitched with a wolfish grin. "Yeah?" he teased, poking her gently in the stomach. She giggled, batting his hand away. "Don't believe you."
"You're an unattached male," she supplied, curling her legs up to protect her belly and resting her chin on her knees. "I'm a young, fertile female. It makes sense."
"Uh-huh. Bullshit."
"Cow excrement is not a factor"
"I mean it ain't that, dammit." The grin came back. "You got a crush on me, don't you?"
River's blush returned, darker this time. "No," she mumbled, but she wouldn't meet his eyes.
"You DO," Jayne said, smirking. "Little River Tam's got a big ole crush on me."
"Do not!"
"Yeah you do."
"Crushes are infantile!"
"Don't know what the hell that means, but you got one."
"I do not CRUSH!"
"Yer a girl. Teenager at that. Sure you do."
River crossed her arms petulantly and turned her head away from him, sticking her nose up in the air. "I am not a GIRL," she grouched.
"Honey, trust me. You got the hardware. Yer a girl."
River dared a glance back over her shoulder at him. "You... have admired my hardware?" she asked shyly.
Jayne grinned. "Baby girl, I saw you climb outta that box buck naked, you 'member? I been admirin' since day one, even if you ain't got much to admire."
She ignored the slight; he hadn't meant it as one, just a statement of fact. This time her blush was accompanied with a glowing smile as she turned her head back toward him, gazing up at him through her lashes. "I have admired you, too," she purred.
Jayne leered. "Yeah?" He winked. "See anythin' you like?" A little nod. "Why don't you show me."
River bit her lip a little. After a moment's hesitation, she got up on her knees on the bed beside him, reached out a small white hand, and stroked his bicep.
"You have good arms," she murmured, watching her hand glide over his skin. "Strong. Ripply."
Jayne flexed, enjoying her little gasp of surprise as the muscles bunched under her fingers "Gotta be strong," he told her, watching her dark eyes dilate as she continued to pet him. "My line o' work, you can't be weak."
"No," she murmured, shaking her head faintly. "Can't be weak..."
Jayne watched her for a few seconds more, then took the opportunity to shrug out of his shirt, yanking it over his head and chucking it aside. River's eyes widened, confronted with the full span of his furry chest, and she reached out to trail her hands down his pectorals.
"Ooh," she breathed.
"You like that, too, huh?" Jayne asked, watching her face. River nodded silently. "I like yer's, too."
River stroked his chest again, then blinked and looked up. "My what?" she asked.
Jayne smirked. "Yer chest."
This time, her blush was beet red, and she bent forward to bury her face in his shoulder.
Jayne laughed softly, raising a hand to cup the back of her head as she giggled inanely into his neck. "Baby girl, I don't think yer ready for sex yet."
"But-!" she protested, raising her head. Jayne cut her off.
"Uh, uh, stop. I been with girls their first time before, and you just ain't there yet. You still got a lot of stuff mangled in your brain. It wouldn't be right."
"But... Jayne..."
"I spoke my piece, girl. That's that." He sat up, began feeling around for his shirt.
"I hurt."
Her voice was so small, so quiet, he almost didn't hear her. But he DID hear her, and it made him turn around to look at her again. She had her hands laced in her lap and was twiddling her thumbs idly, watching them with vague interest. "What'd you say?" he asked.
"I hurt," she repeated, shrugging faintly and looking at him through her hair. "In my belly. At night sometimes, I feel..." She bit her lip and looked down again. "I feel... everyone..." She dared a look at him through the corner of her eye, blushed even redder, and turned back to her hands.
Jayne watched her for a few seconds, then reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Everyone, huh?"
A small nod.
"Sorry 'bout that."
"Don't be," she corrected him hurriedly, looking up quickly to find his eyes. She smiled shyly. "I... like it." She ducked her head again, sighing. "But I'm empty. Hollow. My belly aches and there's no relief."
"Yeah?" Jayne saw her small nod, and reached out to lay a hand on her flat stomach, rubbing gently. "Hurts here, huh?"
River's eyes closed as he rubbed her through the thin cotton of her sun dress. "Yes," she murmured.
"Right here?" He kept moving his hand in slow circles, dropping lower until he was rubbing below her navel. "Or here?"
"...There..."
"Mmm... Yeah, I thought so..." He slid closer to her, wrapping his free arm around her slim waist and holding her tight against his side as he continued to rub her stomach. Her eyes fluttered open, watching his face. "Betcha it hurts other places, too, don't it?"
Nod.
"You wanna tell me where?"
...Nod.
"How 'bout this, then. How bout you show me. You jus' take my hand, and you put it wherever you hurt. And I'll make the hurt go away."
River bit her lip, blinking her big eyes at him. He felt her smaller hand come to rest on top of his larger one, and she dragged it slowly upwards, hesitating only a moment before cupping his fingers around her breast. A moment later, she pressed down on the back of his hand, so his palm exerted a gentle pressure on the soft globe of giving flesh.
River moaned softly, head dropping to the side to lay on his shoulder, eyes drifting shut.
"Mmm..." Jayne felt his own eyes dilating as he gently kneaded the girl's breast. She was small, but fit neatly in his palm. He could feel her heart fluttering in her chest and it made him puff up a little with pride. He was making her heart beat faster; him; dumb, Rim-born Jayne was turning on the genius Core girl. And she wanted it.
"They... both hurt," River murmured against his neck, lips soft and warm.
"Do they now?" He nuzzled her forehead as his hand drifted from one breast to the other, kneading, squeezing occasionally. River moaned turning towards him so she could drape her legs over his lap. "Oh yeah, you like that, don't you?"
River nodded, gasping faintly as his fingers squeezed her nipple.
"Put your hands on me, girl," Jayne murmured against her cheek, pressing his thumb into the base of her breast, pushing up. A moment later, he felt the soft flutter of her hands drifting across his chest, over his shoulders, and he moaned.
The girl wiggled in his arms, and a he felt the cotton of her sun dress bunching up against his hand. She was shrugging out of the fabric, and now it was pooled around her elbows, leaving her free breast bare. "Skin," she murmured, pressing her palms flat against his naked, muscular chest.
Jayne raised his hand allowing her dress to fall down to her waist, then put his hand back on her breast. The sensation of her soft skin and the hard pebble of her nipple against his palm shot straight to his groin. "Ta ma de, yer soft," he murmured.
"You're hard," she breathed, and dipped her head forward to nibble his collarbone.
"Gettin' harder," he growled hungrily; heard her answering giggle against the hollow of his throat.
One small hand wrapped around his wrist, and he groaned as she drew his hand away from her breast, sliding it down the smooth white skin of her abdomen, along the strong columns of her thighs. She was still half-wearing the dress, and the fabric was a warm cave as she tucked his hand up under her skirt. "I hurt here most of all," she murmured, gazing into his face with dark, dazed eyes. Her fingers let go of his wrist, leaving his hand hovering between her thighs. "Hurt so bad, sometimes I cry."
"Shouldn't do that," he murmured, trailing his fingers over her inner thighs, enjoying her soft gasp. "Shouldn't gotta cry." She was pouring heat across his knuckles, and he moaned when he moved his hand higher and found no resistance. "Lao ya tian, girl, where're yer panties?"
"Somewhere," she murmured dazedly.
"You know we was gonna do this today?"
"No."
"You jus' weren't wearin' any?"
"No."
Jayne half growled, half groaned. "Minx," he growled, and closed the remaining distance between his hand and the juncture of her legs, fingers delving into her wet heat.
River's back arched and she let out a long, guttural moan. "Ohhhhhhhh...!" Her small hands splayed against his shoulders, her breasts thrusting upward as her hips shuddered. Jayne felt moisture soak his hand and swallowed hard to hold in his own groan.
"Fuck, you wanted that," he muttered. "Didn't even hardly get inside you."
River could only nod, biting her lip so hard she was going to draw blood. Her hips rocked against his hand, openly begging, and Jayne wasn't about say no. Pushing ahead, he slid one finger deep inside her, deep as he could go, and felt her clench around him again. This time the sound River made was closer to a muffled scream, and her body tugged at him, trying to pull him deeper.
Jayne swore, a long string of Chinese. "Gorram, girl, you wasn't kiddin', were you? You're this wound up, 'sgotta hurt you bad." He began to thrust his hand inside her.
River curled forward again, burying her face in his neck. her whole body was shaking, her hips rolling with his hand. "They come... like firebolts..." she panted, keening a little and straddling his lap, spreading her legs wider to give him easier access. "Burn me... burn me up inside...." Her forehead rolled against his shoulder.
"Shhhh, lemme work," Jayne soothed, squeezing her waist. He gazed down between their bodies, frustrated that he couldn't see his hand because of her skirt. "Baby girl, pick your skirt up. Gotta see what I'm doing."
River nodded faintly, reached down one small hand to bunch up her skirt so that now her dress was little more than a ring of cotton circling her body. She tucked the fabric up under her breasts, holding it steady and baring her lower body to his hungry eyes.
Jayne licked his lips, watching the way her soft body closed and opened with each thrust of his hand. Grinding his teeth, he pressed a second finger in beside the first, then while she was still moaning from that he added a third, reveling in her cry of surprise. "You're so wet, baby girl," he moaned, feeling his own arousal pressing against his fly like a rod of molten titanium. "Feel like I could put my whole hand in you, iffen I tried it."
River sobbed against his throat, her mouth open and wet against one side of his neck while her free hand cupped the other side. "Please," she begged. "More, more, more...."
Jayne's mouth was dry but he couldn't stop swallowing as he spread his fingers open, stretching her wider. River cried out, sharp and desperate, shuddering as he forced a fourth finger into her tight body. "Fuck," Jayne panted. "Fuck, fuck... Gotta lay you down. Gotta put you down..."
River's body was boneless as he tilted her back to the bed. She flowed out over the sheets like a serpent, arms curling around her head, long dark hair spreading out like tendrils of dark light around a black hole sun. Her legs automatically hitched up, knees falling open, and the smell of her washed over Jayne like water. "Morrrrrrre," she moaned, palming her own breasts, squeezing firmly.
Jayne lowerd his head, sucking fiercely on her belly as his thumb plied her clit. She shrieked, body bucking upwards, forcing his hand DEEPER, and Jayne hadn't thought he could go any further in but there you go, learn something new everyday, and she was shaking underneath him -- half tension, half release -- and the way she kept begging his name was something he wouldn't mind hearing over and over and over again for a mighty long time.
Swallowing hard, he curled his thumb down into his palm. "Fuck," he groaned, and pushed.
River cried out, her body arching up away from the bed as his hand pressed into her. "Oh oh oh oh oh oh!" she cried out, her hands burying themselves in his hair and pulling without thought. "YES! YES!"
She came so hard she damn near broke his hand. Her muscles squeezed and squeezed and rippled around his fingers, holding him tight, letting him know in no uncertain terms that she was NOT letting him go until she was good and ready. That was fine by Jayne. He didn't know how he'd managed to get his whole hand up in the girl, her bein' such a tiny thing and him bein' such a big guy, but he wasn't going to argue with letting hisself linger somewhere warm and soft and wet.
When the orgasms finally stopped coming -- and wasn't that the biggest damn perfect pun in the 'verse? -- he watched the girl collapse back into her soft white bed linens, panting and sweaty and flushed. Her hands fumbled dumbly across her face, as if she were trying to remember what she looked like. He wondered if she even remembered he was there.
"Yes," she panted, voice rough and weak. "I remember." Her hips rocked once, and she gasped as a soft aftershock climax rippled through her body, clenching around his hand. "Ai ya tien la, I remember...."
Jayne stretched out beside her, feeling suddenly too big and too old. He barely fit on the tiny bed with her, and her smooth skin felt too tight and young against his old worn out body. "That was new," he said, trying to lighten his own mood. "Can't say as I've done that in a while."
River's eyes fluttered open and she stared at him. He didn't see anything particular in her eyes -- no abject devotion or primal lust; barely even recognition. A few moments passed. She blinked, raised her hands, cupped his face. "Thank you," she murmured, rubbing her thumbs over his lips.
He found himself parting his lips a little , feeling her thumbs dip into his mouth as a result and loving it too much. "Welcome," he muttered.
River gave him a small smile. "I'd like your hand, please," she murmured.
Jayne slid up his free hand.
"The other one."
Jayne swallowed. Closing his eyes, he slowly drew his hand from her body. River moaned, whimpering and writhing until he came free. She let out a soft cry of loss as he left her completely.
"Sorry 'bout that," he murmured against her forehead. "'Salways hard."
She nodded shakily, then reached down to take his wrist and bring his hand up between them. Bending her head forward, she darted out her warm pink tongue and licked his palm.
Jayne closed his eyes and moaned.
"You hurt," River murmured.
"God yes I do," he agreed.
"Show me where, and I will make the hurt go away."
Jayne let out a desperate laugh. "Oh baby girl, you ain't gonna make this hurt go away."
He felt her small nose nuzzle his lips. "Yes I am," she murmured, kissing his chin. Then his throat. His collarbone...
Jayne opened his eyes, watching her dark head as she made her slow progression down his body, kissing where she pleased. She reached his belt and had it unbuckled in two seconds flat, his zipper humming open a split second after that. He couldn't hold back a moan as the pressure was relieved, then choked on a breath as she dipped a small white hand into his boxers and held him.
She hissed faintly, raising her eyes to gaze up his body to his face. "You burn me," she murmured.
"Yeah, well... firebolts," he rasped, then cried out as she squeezed him gently. "Ta ma de, girl, I'm dyin'...."
"Can't do that," she told him. "Can't die."
She managed to coax his pants and boxers down past his hips, and Jayne felt like roaring lion-style as the air of the room finally touched his stone solid cock. Before the sound could leave his throat, however, he felt her soft, curious lips touch the head of his arousal, and all air disappeared.
"Man and woman," she murmured, her lips vibrating against his cock, and he whimpered as she continued speaking. "Made to fit together. Did early man know this, I wonder? Did they understand the mechanics? Did they experiment first, use different orifices?" Her head came back up and she lowered her lips over him, taking a few inches into her mouth.
Jayne wanted to grab her by the hair and force her down; wanted to thrust up until he was halfway down her throat; but he couldn't move a muscle. the room was spinning and this girl's mouth was the only thing keeping him from flying away from centrifugal force.
She sucked on him for a few seconds, like he was a gorram grape popsicle, probing his hard flesh with her tongue. It was the most indescribable torture Jayne had ever felt. His balls were tight and painful, River's mouth was warm and comfortable, and the counterpoint was killing him. It was like dancing on a knife's edge in cashmere shoes.
Then the warmth was gone, the comfort was gone, the cashmere was gone, and all that was left was the knife blade twisting slowly in his gut. "What are you do-?" he began, feeling red hot betrayal burning in his stomach as she raised up on her hands, straddling his body with arms and legs and staring down into his face. "You want to kill me, girl!"
River shook her head, long dark hair brushing his chest. "No, I don't." She cocked her head and licked her lips. "Early man was stupid, but creative." She smiled. "That was fun."
"GORRAMMIT!" He twined his arms around her waist, yanking her down on top of him. "I'm a hairsbreadth from having you, girl," he growled through gritted teeth, feeling her breasts flatten out between them. "Don't tempt me. Either finish or get the hell out of here before I MAKE you finish. I ain't that kind of man, dong ma?"
River smiled at him; a brilliant, shining smile. "I always finish," she told him. "Silly Jayne." Rocking her hips, she kissed his chin, then pushed up on her elbows and watched him with serious eyes.
"I know how it is to hurt," she murmured, and shook her head. "I would never make you hurt like that."
Jayne moaned, eyes creasing. "Baby, I'm hurtin'," he pleaded.
River nodded. "I know." She kissed his chest, just over his heart, then slid off to lay between him and the wall. "Come here."
She didn't have to tell him twice. With an animal growl he rolled her under him, burying his face in her throat and sucking fiercely. She sighed happily, her legs wrapping around his waist, and rubbed one hand up and down his spine. "I'm ready, Jayne," she murmured near his ear. "Ready to be your analgesic."
He had no idea what that meant, but he knew exactly what she was saying. Groaning, he grabbed her hips, wrenched her upwards, and pushed into her. He had only a split second to wonder why there was no resistance before his body took over and he came. For a second his vision went black, then inverted to pure white before settling back down into regular, everyday color. He collapsed on top of her, panting heavily as if he'd just run a marathon.
River cuddled him warmly.
"This is a better way to fall," she purred, stroking his hair. "Much better than tripping over Tina."
Jayne groaned, pressing his face into her throat. " Gorrammit, don't ruin the mood."
River giggled.
He took a few seconds to catalog events as they stood. River was still wearing her dress, though it was bunched around her waist now and didn't do a thing to hide her nakedness. Jayne's pants were hanging around his ankles, hampered by his combat boots, which were still laced up on his feet. If anyone were to walk in right now, they'd come face to face with his bare ass, which conjured all kinds of odd pictures of his ass having a little face and saying "Hello!" to Simon in a ridiculously cheery voice
River giggled again, louder this time.
"Quit readin' my head, dammit...." he mumbled, but it was more habit than anything. he was too tired to argue anyway.
"Sorry," she whispered, rubbing his back.
"'sokay."
"You should take off your clothes," she told him gently, kissing the top of his head. "You will be more comfortable, and it will aid sleep."
"Shouldn't... gotta go..."
"No."
"Hmm?"
"No, don't go." her arms tightened around him. "Stay."
Jayne sighed. Damn girl'd gone and stopped crushing on him and now she probably thought she was in love. Girls didn't fall in love with guys like him. Girls used fellas like Jayne to scratch an itch. That was it; he was her itch scratcher. Better for both of them if he got up and went back to his own bunk to crash. Shouldn't stay here. Weren't right.
"Mmokay," he mumbled instead.
Or he could stay. Whatever.
River sighed happily, and set about tucking him in comfortably beside her on the bed as Jayne toed off his boots and kicked away the cumbersome fabric around his feet. Shimmying out of her dress, River cuddled up against his chest, purring like a happy kitten.
Jayne couldn't help but chuckle. He stroked her long dark hair and kissed the top of her head. "So I hope we know where we stand now," he told her.
"Mm-hmm," River hummed in response.
"You don't gotta keep puttin' them sachets in my drawers drawer, dong ma? We done what you wanted. Hell, we done more'n you prolly expected. So no more tricks, right?"
"Sorry. Can't."
Jayne frowned. "Whaddaya mean, can't? Can't what?"
"Can't stop using potpourri."
"The hell? Why not!"
"Because." River raised her head and gave him a blinding smile. "Now it will be harder than ever to keep them apart."
THE END
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