Watchin'--Buffy/Firefly--Dawn/River/Jayne--024. Voyeurism
Title: Watchin’
Claim: Dawn/River/Jayne (Buffy/Firefly)
Prompt: 024. Voyeurism
Rating: FR-21 / ADULT
Disclaimer: My shovel, Joss’s sandbox. They are so not mine and never will be, no matter that they’re my OT3.
Summary: Jayne's been hoping to get to watch Dawn and River again.
Notes: Smut=Yes, Plot=Yes. This series will actually have a bit of plot. Unfortunately, it seems I can't write PWP. Also, yes, I am aware of the tenses shifting back and forth. Hopefully it won't make this too hard to read. I promise there is a reason for it.
Word Count: 2552
Goin’ on a week now he ain’t seen ‘em. Well, he’s seen ‘em, but he ain’t SEEN ‘em. They been sexin’ he’s sure, but it’s been in their bunk. Yeah, their bunk. Ain’t no one else realized they bunked together for any reason other than so River wouldn’t be alone in the passenger dorms, what with the doc movin’ in with little Kaylee like he did and there only bein’ one spare bunk for the two of them. O’ course, Mal claimed it was so the resident Reader could keep an eye on the new pilot, be sure she was trustworthy and all. Never mind that they all found out that first night at dinner that River couldn’t read her, what with the way the genius had crawled up on the table and announced it to ‘em all.
She’d managed to kick his drink over in his lap trying to get to Dawn and he’d spluttered and cursed and they all just ignored him as she knelt on the table and tapped on Dawn’s forehead and got down nose to nose with her. He’d took his plate and was gonna carry it to his bunk to eat in peace when River started with her yammerin’ on about how she couldn’t get in and beggin’ Dawn to teach her to do that. That was when Mal’d decided to let them have their little “Meditation Sessions” after dinner. Inconvenient that, considerin’ nobody was allowed in the bay then. Interfered with his liftin’ time. Man had to have a schedule to stay fit, ‘specially with Mal’s tendency to get ‘em all shot at.
Jayne’s always been more interested in participatin’ in the sexin’ and all, but he’s a man with two good eyes and he don’t mind watchin’ neither, ‘specially when it’s free o’ charge. He knows there’s folk what likes watchin’ better ‘n anything else, but he ain’t never understood that, leastways not until he seen River and Dawn in the bay that night, and he’s startin’ to think he could get used to watching them two. Ain’t like they’re ugly or nothin’ and hell, it’s more gorram action than he’s got since before Miranda. So he’s been creepin’ around, all stealthy like, hopin’ maybe he can watch again, but it’s goin’ on a week now and he ain’t seen anything more than the two passin’ each other the servin’ bowls at mealtimes. He’s been havin’ to make do with his girly mags and his imagination again and it just ain’t near as good as getting’ a real bit o’ trim or even getting’ to watch a couple nice bits get at each other. He’s just decided he’s gonna go tell Mal to make some time for a break very soon when he hears Dawn’s voice, and there’s a lot of shufflin’ and shiftin’ and muffled noises.
“River, stop, we shouldn’t *mmph*”
When he finally finds the source of the sounds, Dawn has managed to fend off whatever River was doing to shush her and she’s protesting again, but she sounds a lot less serious about it.
“River, come on sweetie, you know this is a bad idea-Oh! That’s nice . . . wait, no! Stop!-River, Mal nearly caught us last time.”
Jayne’s almost to the door of shuttle 2 when River sighs and finally answers. “Last time, we were in the bay and just got carried away.” The door is just barely open and if he leans just right, he can see, well, pretty much anything since the shuttle’s empty. Someone’s boots-must be Dawn’s since River tends to hide hers at every opportunity, are holding the door open and Jayne decides boots are not nearly appreciated enough. Dawn’s sitting on the floor right in the middle of the open space that serves as the main room of the shuttle, all flushed and breathin’ heavy, so her breasts are jigglin’ around a good bit. River-that’s all she’s been to Jayne since he saw her doing ten kinds of naughty things with the pilot, he realizes suddenly then pushes the thought aside-she’s kneelin’ in front of the other woman with her back to the door. She’s still talkin’ as she crawls up between Dawn’s knees and gets her face real close to Dawn’s, prolly close enough that Dawn can feel every word on her lips. “Relax, Sunrise, I let down my walls before we came in here, just like you taught me, and everyone was busy. We won’t be missed for at least an hour.” She tilts her head a little, and Jayne can see her tongue swipe across Dawn’s lower lip. “Besides, you promised . . . every room on the ship, remember?”
“Well, yeah, but I thought you meant dirtside, when everybody else was out for the night. I didn’t think you meant in space and with every-mmph.” River cuts her off this time with a good long kiss, the kind of kiss that makes Jayne think maybe some women should be kissed on the mouth, ‘cause that kiss looks about as sinful as a deacon in a whorehouse. Dawn stops arguing then, and Jayne almost heaves a sigh of relief. His pants are already too tight, but he tells himself he’s just gonna watch, at least ‘til things gits good and gorram hot. River looks like a cat, crawling over Dawn as she lowers the pilot the rest of the way to the floor, never breakin’ that kiss. River’s a little hellcat, it seems, the way she takes control. They break apart to suck in lungfuls of air and River arches her back, tossin’ her hair back in a chocolate cascade and he can see Dawn’s fingers flickin’ at the little buttons down the front of River’s dress and as the fabric parts, Jayne finally gets confirmation of what he was near sure of last time he seen ‘em-River don’t wear nothin’ under them dresses o’ hers.
The genius pulls away and finishes tuggin’ the soft blue fabric off, tossin’ it somewhere to the side. She gets onto her knees and runs her hands over her body, cupping small, firm breasts, stroking over a tight stomach, caressing her hips and thighs. Dawn is staring at River’s hands, in a sort of trance, and as River turns just a bit, Jayne understands why. Dawn’s tongue darts out to moisten lips swollen from River-kisses and the merc can barely hold back a groan. “Stand up,” River orders, her fingers busy rolling her tight, dark pink nipples. Dawn stands and grins, apparently used to this. She tugs her soft yellow tee over her head and drops it as River sinks to the floor, stretching out comfortably with her head propped on one hand. Dawn’s wearin’ another of them see-through lacy bras, a red one this time, and he thinks River’s right, some things are much better in red. Dawn leans her head back and cups her breasts, flicking her thumbs over her nipples and she makes a noise low in her throat, something between a moan and a purr. River shifts her legs, rubbing her thighs together, and Jayne catches a glimpse of her, all wet and glistenin’ the way girl-parts should look.
Dawn’s moving slowly, sliding her hands over her stomach and toying with the button on her pants. Jayne ain’t sure where to look as River slides a hand down over her belly, fingersd burrowing through dark curls, then Dawn stops and puts her hands on her hips. “River.” Her voice is firm and she arches one eyebrow. River pouts prettily and moved her hand back up on her belly. Dawn smirks and goes back to work on her pants. “You made the rules,” she says, voice all low and throaty as she flicks open the button and tugs down the short zipper. River sticks her tongue out and Dawn pushes the pants down over her hips, revealing a scrap of red almost-cloth. “Oh, you can put that to use in a minute baby,” she says as she steps out of her pants and Jayne’s eyes cross a little when River wiggles her tongue. Then Dawn does a slow turn and she’s all he can focus on for the moment. He’s seen underwear like that on a few of the prissier whores in his acquaintance, but it never occurred to him that anyone other than workin’ girls owned ‘em. Her whole backside’s showin’ and it is a nice one indeed. When she’s facin’ River again, Dawn reaches around behind herself and unhooks the bra, arching her back and massaging her breasts a little after she slides it off.
River sits up then and holds her arms out as Dawn walks to her, stopping when River’s hands come to rest on her hips. The genius moves back onto her knees and slides her hands around to cup Dawn’s ass, massaging her cheeks as she kisses and nips at the skin above the waistband of Dawn’s panties. Dawn’s fingers tangle in River’s hair as the other girl strokes long, slender fingers along her legs, trailing over the curve of her hips, down the outside of strong thighs, over trembling knees and down shapely calves before reversing their direction. Dawn whimpers a little when River grasps the red elastic in her teeth and pulls, then opens her mouth so that the fabric snaps back into place. Jayne watches, half in awe, as River urges Dawn back against the shuttle wall and dips her tongue into Dawn’s belly button as she tugs the panties off.
His cock’s been throbbing for most of this little scene, and he can’t ignore it no more. His hands are on his belt when River takes one of Dawn’s legs and lifts it over her shoulder and the air hits his heated flesh as River’s little pink tongue gives Dawn her first good, long lick. Jayne knows if he touches himself he’ll be a goner, and he wants to see everything, so he can recall all the little details later. He can’t hold back his groan when River’s fingers move up to pinch at dawn’s nipples while she flicks her tongue over the pilot’s clit. Lucky for him, Dawn’s mewling and moaning and squirming enough to drown him out. Dawn’s fingers thread through River’s hair, stroking more than tugging, and her hips buck wildly, practically humping River’s face. River’s only response is to slide her right hand down Dawn’s stomach and between her legs. She closes her mouth over Dawn’s clit and pushes three fingers into her sopping pussy and Dawn screeches as the first wave of her orgasm hits. Jayne’s cock is seeping and he’s startin’ to think he won’t make it through the rest of this little encounter. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
When Jayne looks again, Dawn is slumped against the wall, legs splayed wide and chest heaving as she fights to catch her breath. River is sitting in front of her, fingers of her right hand in her mouth. Once she’s satisfied that she hasn’t wasted a drop of Dawn’s release, she pulls her hand slowly away from her face. “Good to the last drop,” she mutters and Dawn giggles and forces her eyes open. Jayne can’t help wonderin’ if she’d say that about anything else she sucked on and his John Thomas gave a painful throb at the mental images that line of thought brought up.
“I think you’re gonna have to come to me,” Dawn says and grins at River. “I can’t seem to make myself move.
“That can be arranged,” River says, and her voice is the huskiest Jayne’s ever heard it, even with all the times she’s stayed up all night screamin’ herself hoarse. He’s glad he managed to recover enough control to stay when River gets on her hands and knees and crawls, all slow and graceful and sexy like, over to where Dawn is, and watchin’ her like that gives him an image of her on all fours while his cock slams in and out of her, and her with her face all buried in Dawn’s pussy and both of ‘em screamin’ for him and it’s all he can do not to come like a green schoolboy.
River stretches out beside Dawn and they kiss again, all lips and tongues and teeth and they’re both makin’ those breathy little moanin’ sounds a man likes to hear. Their hands slide over skin like they’re trying to touch everything at once. Dawn turns onto her back, pullin’ River down on top of her. When they break the kiss, Dawn says somethin’ he can’t quite hear and River raises up and shifts around so that she’s straddlin’ the pilot with her breasts right over the other woman’s mouth. As Dawn licks and sucks at every bit of skin she can reach, Jayne takes the chance to really study River’s body. What an idea: River has a body. She's leaner than Dawn, and her curves are smaller, but they're all in the right places. He's so busy studyin’ River’s curves that her moan of pleasure takes him by surprise. Dawn had taken to just flickin’ her tongue over River’s nipples and then she all the sudden bit down. River shuddered and he realizes she's saying something. “Please, Dawn, please. Oh, oh, pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease.” Her hips is movin’ frantically, and he realizes she's tryin’ to rub her pussy against Dawn’s thigh, but Dawn won’t let her. Oh, that was just plain dirty.
His cock throbbed again and he don't bother fighting it anymore. The sight of River all desperate and beggin’ like that and Dawn layin’ there smirkin’ and holdin’ the little genius just far enough away that she couldn’t get nothing but air on her pussy is the gorram hottest thing he’s seen, and Jayne Cobb had seen a lot in his time. Jayne strokes his cock, squeezin’ til the grip was just this side of painful and he couldn’t keep the smirk off his own lips. Dawn was just devious. Gorram, if she wasn’t his kind of woman. He wondered how long she’d make River suffer and made himself slow his own strokes down, wantin’ to wait them out.
When River finally let out a strangled sob, Dawn’s smirk changed into a smug grin and she grabbed River’s hips and pulled so that the other woman was straddling her head. Oh yeah, that was it. Jayne moved his hand faster, unconsciously echoing the rhythm set by Dawn’s tongue and River’s hips. He felt his own orgasm building and sped up just a hair as Dawn stopped licking and closed her lips over River and . . . was she? . . . yeah, she was humming. River screamed and bucked uncontrollably, thighs tightening around Dawn’s head. Jayne came in a hot rush and panted for breath, fighting not to black out as River trembled and whimpered before collapsing bonelessly to the floor. Dawn scooted over and cuddled up to River and now that the sexin’ was done, Jayne tucked himself back into his pants and tugged his shirt off, using it to clean up. He stumbled to his bunk thinkin’ maybe them people who liked watchin’ best were onto something.