CROSSOVER PORN!
"Whiskey And Ambrosia"
Jayne Cobb/Kara Thrace
Firefly/BSG x-over
Rating: NC-17
setting: Hell who knows, and do you actually care? Let's say sometime after Daybreak pt.II and post-BDM.
summary: Alcohol,and a game of checkers between a scruffy merc and a hot shot, troublesome pilot ends with spilled booze and sex.
A/N: Threw the idea out to my flist on a whim. A couple people weren't too keen on the idea, but a couple were. plus i liked it myself so i decided to give it a whirl.
Jayne glares across the table at his opponent. The woman was small, blond, opinionated, loud, crass, abrasive and, well, just damned fine. She played it low key, with no make up and plain, even sorta rugged clothing-fatigue pants and top with a couple tanks underneath. It still couldn't diminish her looks.
And right now she was looking at him with a cocky, defiant sneer on her lips. She raises a shot glass to her mouth and stares at him even as she tilts her head back and swallows.
"Your move, blue-eyes," she says arrogantly. Her face turned sour as she coughs at the harshness of the alcohol. Her head drops a little, focusing once again on the little board between them.
"Whatdya mean, my move?" Jayne asks as he poured a shot for himself and took it. "I won. Game's over."
Kara shakes her head.
"I play to the end." She snatches up the bottle and swigs directly from it.
Raising his brow Jayne moved his piece and took remaining checker pieces out.
"There, I win. Officially." He took the bottle from her and drank in victory. They'd made the bet at the beginning of the night. He'd won more games, now it was time to collect the prize. "So, can I start gettin sexed already?"
"If you think I'm doing all the frakkin work, you're nuts," she replied. Pointing to the bottle she continued," Pour me another shot and get ready to have your cock rocked."
"Well alright then," he replies with a drawl and sneer. "You know I don't kiss on the mouth."
"You do if you wanna get in my pants, tough guy," Kara says with a smirk.
Jayne poured the shot, watched her take it, then got up and starts walking down the corridor to his bunk. Saying something in a language she still hadn't figured out, he motioned for her to follow.
*****
As soon as her feet touch the deck in his room, he grabbed her and places a hard kiss on her mouth as he grabs her top and yanks it down her arms. Then he begins to work on her tanks.
Not one to stand idle, Kara kissed back and pulled his shirt from his pants and up over his head. She then moves down and begins to undo his trousers just as he was beginning to tug on her pants. Kicking her boots off she eagerly wriggles out of the fatigues. Next her panties slide down her legs and she couldn't help but laugh.
As Jayne knelt down and began to kiss her stomach she grabs his ears and twisted a little while pulling him back up to look him in the eyes.
"Gorramit woman! That hurt," he grumbles.
"No time for that, just get to it," she snarls, biting his neck and reaching down to stroke and squeeze his cock.
"Fine," Jayne growls,picking her up at the hips, lifting her off the ground. "Better grab that ladder then, girly." With no further words he pushes his cock up inside her, driving it all the way home, and grinding his hips against hers.
"Godsdamn!" Kara yelps, reaching over her head and hanging on to a wrung. Grinding down against him, keeping in time with his movements she gasps and moans. Wrapping her legs around his waist she bites her lower lip.
Jayne smiles at her reaction, and locking his eyes with hers, tilts his head forward and slurps a nipple into his mouth. Keeping one hand around her waste, his other moves up and plays with the other tit. Pinching the nipple between his thumb and first finger he rolls and twists it gently.
There is no conversation. Jayne continues to thrust in a slow, but hard, rhythm. His mouth caresses, suck, nibbles and flat out bites different parts of her upper body.
Kara, holding on for dear life to the ladder wrung, stares down at him and grinds against him with each upward push of his cock. She risks taking one hand off the wrung and grabs the back of his head, shoving her tongue down his throat and moaning against his mouth. Squeezing and relaxing her legs, she begins to guide him at the pace she wants. Not exactly faster, but certainly much harder.
Jayne took his cue perfectly. Mouth still heatedly traveling over the top half of her body, he begins to pull out and then slam back into her. The gasps, moans, and keening little mewls that come out of her mouth let him know he was doing it just right.
His waste is soaked in her warm juice and he could feel her thighs trembling with each shove inside her. He becomes aware of the fact that his thigh muscles and biceps were beginning to burn in the effort of holding her up and having sex all at the same time, but he doesn't care.
Kara, delirious, felt her legs begin to shake even more and the heat in her belly began to uncoil, and she knows what was coming up shortly. Releasing the ladder she throws her arms around his neck and bites into his shoulder as her orgasm causes her to squeal.
The teeth are what do it. Those little, sharp teeth in that smart, cocky mouth are what sends Jayne over the edge. Bucking one final time he lets out a growl that turns into a roar as he came. Then his legs refuse to support them any longer. Using his free hand to hold onto the ladder behind his partner-funny how a little while ago she was an opponent, but now a partner- he lowers them to the ground.
They're a tangled, panting, sweaty mess. And neither care in the least. They get dressed and share a kiss. He slaps her ass and smiles as she climbs up the ladder.
"Play again tomorrow?" He asks casually.
"Yep. See ya then," Kara replies and heads back to the passenger berthing, humming contentedly.
fin
not my best, but it's what i came up with and it seems to have helped a little with the writer's block.
Jayne Cobb/Kara Thrace
Firefly/BSG x-over
Rating: NC-17
setting: Hell who knows, and do you actually care? Let's say sometime after Daybreak pt.II and post-BDM.
summary: Alcohol,and a game of checkers between a scruffy merc and a hot shot, troublesome pilot ends with spilled booze and sex.
A/N: Threw the idea out to my flist on a whim. A couple people weren't too keen on the idea, but a couple were. plus i liked it myself so i decided to give it a whirl.
Jayne glares across the table at his opponent. The woman was small, blond, opinionated, loud, crass, abrasive and, well, just damned fine. She played it low key, with no make up and plain, even sorta rugged clothing-fatigue pants and top with a couple tanks underneath. It still couldn't diminish her looks.
And right now she was looking at him with a cocky, defiant sneer on her lips. She raises a shot glass to her mouth and stares at him even as she tilts her head back and swallows.
"Your move, blue-eyes," she says arrogantly. Her face turned sour as she coughs at the harshness of the alcohol. Her head drops a little, focusing once again on the little board between them.
"Whatdya mean, my move?" Jayne asks as he poured a shot for himself and took it. "I won. Game's over."
Kara shakes her head.
"I play to the end." She snatches up the bottle and swigs directly from it.
Raising his brow Jayne moved his piece and took remaining checker pieces out.
"There, I win. Officially." He took the bottle from her and drank in victory. They'd made the bet at the beginning of the night. He'd won more games, now it was time to collect the prize. "So, can I start gettin sexed already?"
"If you think I'm doing all the frakkin work, you're nuts," she replied. Pointing to the bottle she continued," Pour me another shot and get ready to have your cock rocked."
"Well alright then," he replies with a drawl and sneer. "You know I don't kiss on the mouth."
"You do if you wanna get in my pants, tough guy," Kara says with a smirk.
Jayne poured the shot, watched her take it, then got up and starts walking down the corridor to his bunk. Saying something in a language she still hadn't figured out, he motioned for her to follow.
*****
As soon as her feet touch the deck in his room, he grabbed her and places a hard kiss on her mouth as he grabs her top and yanks it down her arms. Then he begins to work on her tanks.
Not one to stand idle, Kara kissed back and pulled his shirt from his pants and up over his head. She then moves down and begins to undo his trousers just as he was beginning to tug on her pants. Kicking her boots off she eagerly wriggles out of the fatigues. Next her panties slide down her legs and she couldn't help but laugh.
As Jayne knelt down and began to kiss her stomach she grabs his ears and twisted a little while pulling him back up to look him in the eyes.
"Gorramit woman! That hurt," he grumbles.
"No time for that, just get to it," she snarls, biting his neck and reaching down to stroke and squeeze his cock.
"Fine," Jayne growls,picking her up at the hips, lifting her off the ground. "Better grab that ladder then, girly." With no further words he pushes his cock up inside her, driving it all the way home, and grinding his hips against hers.
"Godsdamn!" Kara yelps, reaching over her head and hanging on to a wrung. Grinding down against him, keeping in time with his movements she gasps and moans. Wrapping her legs around his waist she bites her lower lip.
Jayne smiles at her reaction, and locking his eyes with hers, tilts his head forward and slurps a nipple into his mouth. Keeping one hand around her waste, his other moves up and plays with the other tit. Pinching the nipple between his thumb and first finger he rolls and twists it gently.
There is no conversation. Jayne continues to thrust in a slow, but hard, rhythm. His mouth caresses, suck, nibbles and flat out bites different parts of her upper body.
Kara, holding on for dear life to the ladder wrung, stares down at him and grinds against him with each upward push of his cock. She risks taking one hand off the wrung and grabs the back of his head, shoving her tongue down his throat and moaning against his mouth. Squeezing and relaxing her legs, she begins to guide him at the pace she wants. Not exactly faster, but certainly much harder.
Jayne took his cue perfectly. Mouth still heatedly traveling over the top half of her body, he begins to pull out and then slam back into her. The gasps, moans, and keening little mewls that come out of her mouth let him know he was doing it just right.
His waste is soaked in her warm juice and he could feel her thighs trembling with each shove inside her. He becomes aware of the fact that his thigh muscles and biceps were beginning to burn in the effort of holding her up and having sex all at the same time, but he doesn't care.
Kara, delirious, felt her legs begin to shake even more and the heat in her belly began to uncoil, and she knows what was coming up shortly. Releasing the ladder she throws her arms around his neck and bites into his shoulder as her orgasm causes her to squeal.
The teeth are what do it. Those little, sharp teeth in that smart, cocky mouth are what sends Jayne over the edge. Bucking one final time he lets out a growl that turns into a roar as he came. Then his legs refuse to support them any longer. Using his free hand to hold onto the ladder behind his partner-funny how a little while ago she was an opponent, but now a partner- he lowers them to the ground.
They're a tangled, panting, sweaty mess. And neither care in the least. They get dressed and share a kiss. He slaps her ass and smiles as she climbs up the ladder.
"Play again tomorrow?" He asks casually.
"Yep. See ya then," Kara replies and heads back to the passenger berthing, humming contentedly.
fin
not my best, but it's what i came up with and it seems to have helped a little with the writer's block.