COEG-Prologue
Title: Prologue
Series: Creature of Extraordinary Grace
Author: Romanceguru
Disclaimer: Joss is boss, I am but a lowly subservient.
Rating: NC-17 For the hanky-panky
Summary: Jayne gave her passion.
Pairings: Jayne/River with an appearance from the captain.
Notes: Post BDM 1 yr, Seems I’m learning to be more explicit.
Vid: COEG by
bluekatt2001
Maliver shipper warning: Primarily Jayne/River
Betaed by my precious,
elsibet34
The rest of this fic can be found here
It had been damn near four days since the girl had visited his bunk. Regular sexin’ had spoiled his drive and turned a greedy man more voracious. She had shattered his focus and his nethers were twitching worse then the girl at her craziest.
For the first couple days he was happy for the break. Sometimes things got a little too claustrophobic, especially with her always flittering around and talking on things he could give a good gorram about.
Now, there was this little antsy feeling in the pit of his gut. Was she done? He hadn’t thought much before about where things would lead, but that didn’t mean he was ready for them to end.
He tried little brazen ways throughout the day to get her attention, such as pinching her sides as she walked on by or taking a risk at discovery by telling asinine jokes in front of Simon or Zoë, ones he knew only she’d get. He tried whispering dirty things in her ear when no one was around. Usually, the sexy utterances sparked a wide grin from the girl. Except today, he received not a single acknowledgement for his troubles.
Rutting hell. He couldn’t think of one reason moon brain might be giving him the cold shoulder. Nothing had changed since they first started a couple months back. Maybe she was unraveling again? Great, just what he needed.
He lay in his bunk thinking long and hard about the past several days. All this thinking was useless. He weren’t no mind reader and his head was beginning to throb from it all. He was a man of action, and certainly not scared of the little thing. Flipping his covers off, he pulled on his sleep pants and determinately made his way to River’s quarters.
Standing at her door for a long moment, he listened. He wasn’t sure what he was waiting for but decided he better get on with it before someone caught him loitering. “Girl, it’s me. Let me in.” He hissed into the thin mass.
Silence.
Jayne shifted his stance impatiently. “I know yer in there, can hear ya breathin’ all quick like, now open up.
More silence.
He placed his fingers in the niche before announcing his entry. “Well, like it or not, I’m comin’ in. Better not have one of yer fits or attack me from behind, just wanna talk.” He slid the door opened and closed it behind him, scanning the small room cautiously while his eyes adjusted to the dark. He could sense her on lying still on the bed and could hear her attempt to steady her breathing.
Taking a seat next to the blanketed lump, he placed his hand on what felt like her back and nudged her a bit. He could feel her body shift beneath him, turning from her side to lay flat on her stomach. “C’mon, girl. Why ain’t ya speakin’ to me?” He implored gently.
The tick, tick of her old-fashion wall clock was the only sound to fill the void.
Jayne sighed, annoyed. He was losing his patience quickly. “Just say something’, moony.” He tried to pull the blanket down but she yanked it back up stubbornly, causing him to flash. “Yer driving me nuts, girl! Well, nuttier than usual. Yer always jabberin’, can’t get ya to shut yer mouth most of the time. It don’t make no sense.” He exasperated.
Again nothing. The ticking of the clock was taunting him, laughing at his failure. Jayne plopped his feet up on the bed and lay back with his hands behind his head. If she was going to play games, he could play them right back. “Well, I ain’t leavin’. You can just lay there all stiff like.”
The clock ticked by, minutes passing uncomfortably until they blended together with Jayne’s drowsiness. Just as he began to drift off, he was startled awake by the small mouse of a voice next to him. “You don’t see me.”
“Umm?” He jolted slightly and shook himself awake, groggily registering her words. Turning towards River, he propped his head up on one elbow. “Sure I do. See ya every ruttin’ day.”
“You don’t see my insides.” Her voice was muffled from beneath the blanket.
Jayne wrinkled his face up. “Why would I wanna do that fer?”
River’s stifled tone became louder with emotion. “I’m just an object to you. A shiny weapon to take out and play with. You know how to use me and that excites you. But I’m not like one of your guns. I feel. Feel too much. I’m just a girl who wants you to want more than the shell of her.”
Jayne just stared blankly at the covered lump, now fallen silent. “Girl, I don’t right know what yer goin’ on about.”
“You hide me away. Ashamed!” River flipped the blankets off her head and reached for the small light above her bed. Switching it on, she glared at Jayne indignantly.
“You know it ain’t that,” he tried to reason with the growingly agitated girl, feeling ever so slightly intimidated by her intensity. “Just don’t feel the need to git strung up by my balls anytime soon.”
Jayne reached over to remove a tress of hair that had fallen across River’s face when his hand was stubbornly slapped away for the effort. Unconsciously, he scowled at her. God, how he hated that.
“Brave men make sacrifices.” She countered.
Jayne bristled a bit at that. “You callin’ me a coward, now?”
“Not a coward.” River sat up on her knees and looked determinately at him, as if this might be their breakthrough moment. “Just afraid.”
He met her indomitable gaze with a glare of his own. “I ain’t scared of nothin’, girl.”
“Prove it.”
Jayne just continued to stare at her, trapped in the moment without a clue as to how to proceed. “Mebbie this were a bad idea.”
Swinging his legs off the bed, he got up to leave, but was halted when he heard her tenacious declaration attack him from behind. “Changed my mind. Coward is more fitting a title.”
Furiously, he turned around, piercing her with razor sharp eyes. “I… ain’t… a ruttin’ coward.” he growled out warningly.
River crossed her arms like a stubborn child and let out a small noise protesting his incredulous denial.
Her reaction spurred his temper on. Balling his fists up, he continued. “You, like all women-folk, just expect too much is all. Knew what ya were gettin’ when ya hopped on fer the ride. Don’t be changin’ things ‘round now!”
River was unfazed; after all, she had been stewing on these emotions for days. Everything was absolutely clear. “Relationships evolve. Life’s natural progression. You’re stagnant.”
“Stag-what?” Jayne let out an impatient breath. Not only was the girl demanding, she never made any rutting sense! The whole thing was doomed from the start. What was he thinking starting something with a girl who didn’t even say things like a normal person?
The room was suddenly feeling a hell of a lot smaller than it already was. He felt like he was being suffocated, tied down by nothing more than a 90-pound girl. “Well, we obviously ain’t seein’ things eye-to-eye, that’s fer dang certain. Spend more time fightin’ than, sexin’. Think it’d be best we end things now. Shouldn‘t have right started in the first place.” Jayne felt a pang of regret as the words tumbled out of his mouth.
River’s bottom lip trembled as she desperately fought to hold on to her dignity. “If that’s what you want.”
Jayne took in the little thing on the bed, swimming in his shirt and couldn‘t believe she wasn‘t putting up a fight. “Really?”
River felt the hot sting of tears and wished he‘d hurry up and leave before he saw her cry. “Do not wish to hinder you from happiness. You’re free to go.”
“This some sorta mind trick?” Damn girl was always using psychology on him and here she most likely was doing it again.
“For a man who wants out, you stall nicely.” River said simply, trying to sound unaffected as if she weren’t really dying inside.
“Whatever. I want my shirts back, including the one ya got on.” Jayne snapped, hurt that the girl could care less that it was over. Sure, he was the one who said the words and mostly meant them, but he expected more of a fight from her, instead, she was just lying down, giving up.
River hopped off her bed and calmly walked over to her bureau piling four of Jayne’s shirts over her arm, purposely leaving his favorite one behind. Passively, she strutted over to him and handed the clothes over without making eye contact.
If she looked at him now, she’d break down into tears. Then cold-hearted Cobb would win, and she couldn’t handle seeing the satisfaction in his eyes on top of everything else.
She turned away with the sudden need to crawl back into bed, when Jayne halted her with his superior-like proclamation. “Na uh, girly. Yer forgettin’ one.”
River turned back to the smug-faced merc, anger prickling her skin as she took in his haughty demeanor. He was enjoying this, the sadistic bastard. Gathering her composure she decided she wasn’t going to allow him to get the better of her.
Resolutely meeting his eyes, she very gradually lifted the shirt past her thighs, slowly revealing white cotton panties, up over her firm, slender navel, past a pair of very perky naked breasts, and then finally up over her head. She shook her hair free as she dangled the clothing before the dazed mercenary.
River tossed her long hair back over her shoulder making sure to give him a nice unobstructed view of what he’d be missing. “Need anything else?”
Gorramit! He should have seen that one coming. You ask the girl to take off your shirt, she’s gonna be naked. Sometimes he forgot just how tasty her little body looked, all supple and firm, especially when she was hidden underneath them big old shirts of his.
He just stood there, frozen in lust, his eyes roaming, combing every exquisite inch of her. The light at her back silhouetted her curves, swelling and concaving in all the right places, her pale skin appearing luminous.
Jayne unconsciously wet his lips. The urges from the past several days overwhelmed his body with voracious hunger, rendering him into an impulsive stupor. As he grabbed the dangling shirt, taunting him with its smugness, he yanked it hard, pulling River to him right along with it.
River yelped in surprise as she landed in his overpowering arms, her lithe body pressed firmly against his. She could feel his excitement as it pressed hard into her stomach, instantly inundating her with longing.
Logic distraughtly argued with her inner desires. Placing her fists against his bare chest in resistance, she cried out. “No. You don’t deserve this!”
With one large hand splayed against the small of her back he pulled her closer against his rock-hard body and attacked her graceful neck with his lips. The contact melted her willpower as his hot mouth sent the most wonderful sensation crawling across her skin. “I know it.” He mumbled against her neck. It was faint, but she heard the words loud and clear.
“I hate you.” She panted weakly.
He had worked his way towards her breasts now and she leaned her head back, allowing him access. Taking one tender bud in his mouth, he sucked and nibbled gently before devouring the next. “Know that too.” he responded again, absentmindedly and gloriously occupied.
Jayne firmly grabbed River’s round bottom and lifted her up as she automatically wrapped her long legs around him. He turned them, pressing her fervently against the wall.
The fuzzy hair on his chest tickled her as he ground his throbbing erection steadily against her aching center. Overcome with the sudden want to be inside her, he hastily reached behind her with both hands and tore the obstructive panties from her body. Then he eagerly pulled the string on his sleep pants and let them fall around his ankles, his excitement barefaced at being so close to his prize.
Grabbing a hold of his large, throbbing cock, he rubbed it against her slick entrance, moaning at the raw sensitivity the feeling generated, before finding home and slowly pushing his way in. Her body engulfed his girth like tight, hot silk and he had to burrow his mouth in her neck to muffle a thunderous groan.
River whimpered as he filled her, causing her ache to deepen with each slight movement. It was as if they were suddenly both reminded just how good it felt to be intimately connected. Her fingers tightened around the back of his neck, clinging on for dear life.
Looking fiercely into her deep-brown eyes, he placed his large hands securely on her hips and drove himself urgently into her tight heat. He watched hungrily as her pretty face contorted with pleasure.
River maintained eye contact from beneath lust-heavy lids, his animalistic blues putting her into a trance as her body slid up and down against the wall with each powerful thrust.
The small room was spinning with mounting gratification. Soft moans and deep grunts filled the air along with the heat of their desire for one another.
Something massive and unstoppable was building as Jayne plunged wildly into the source of his every-waking fantasy, the girl who had since crawled into his head and wouldn’t quit. Her little body felt so good gripping onto his massive one, squeezing the life out of his pulsating member as he plunged deeper and deeper, chasing the wondrous sensation to climax.
River’s grip loosened, so she dug her nails deep into the muscles of Jayne’s back to keep steady, her frantic kisses to his neck and broad shoulders turning into sharp little bites as her body strained under the pressure the immense friction was creating. She could feel him thickly slide in and out, and every time the base of their bodies connected, a shock of pleasure gripped every part of her.
It was all becoming too much as she pleaded for release, crying his name over and over as he slammed his hips into hers and with one final, tremendous thrust, his throaty groan propelled her towards liberation. It took everything she had not to scream out as a tidal wave of pleasure burned her body from the inside out.
Jayne buried himself deep inside her as his orgasm crested, jolts of concentrated satisfaction spilling hotly within as his body spasmed violently. When it was over, he held himself there, panting her name, her real one.
River’s whole body tingled with gratification and she wished that just this once he’d meet her lips and kiss her, make everything they had just experienced real. She ignored the pang in her heart when he didn’t, but he did the next best thing and carried her over to the bed and wrapped his warm, sweaty body around hers. River smiled as he pulled her close like a childhood blanket and they drifted off into slumber.
It seemed like only a second of sleep had ticked by when she heard the captain’s voice booming through the ship. “Albatross! Shift started an hour prior an’ I know you ain’t still sleeping!”
River’s heart rate sped up as she could hear both his voice and footsteps grow louder with proximity. Captain wouldn’t burst in here uninvited would he? Panic ensued as she realized that’s what he did best.
Jumping up, she heard Jayne stir behind her and then let out a string of obscenities as he realized the situation. River turned back to him and warningly put a finger to her lips, silently gesturing to him to hide under the sheets.
Just as Mal’s hand reached River’s door to yank it open, she slid it open a foot and peeked her messy head of hair out. “Good morning, captain.” She chirped, giving him the most unsuspecting and beautiful smile she could muster as her heart pounded, pumping fear induced adrenaline throughout her body.
Quickly, she continued on before the captain could speak or barge his way in. “I was just about to dress. Currently, I’m in a state of complete nudity. Wanna see?”
Mal’s eyes widened and his face grew red at the unexpected invitation. “Um.” He cleared his throat and tried again. “I trust that’s a fact, lil one. No need for confirmation. Just hurry it along, ain’t like you to be tardy.”
“The situation will be rectified shortly.” River kept up her pretty smile for him.
Mal began to walk away, slightly confused by the incongruity of the girl’s behavior, when he turned back. “You haven’t seen Jayne, have you? Man’s gone AWOL.”
Her skin was burning with anxiety. “No.” She practically squeaked. “Not in here.” River affirmed innocently as she stuck out her arm and a part of her bare shoulder. “Naked, remember?”
Mal raised his eyebrows. “Didn’t forget that little detail, darlin. You just work on not being so, while I hunt down my other fugitive.”
“Ok, bye.” River slammed the door shut and leaned against it, finally filling her lungs with sweet oxygen. After Jayne finished tying up his pants, they made eye contact and she noticed he looked fractious. “You’re mad at me.”
“Whaddya have ta go an’ tell him you were nekkid fer?” The man pouted as he picked one of his shirts off the floor and pulled it on.
River leaned her head to the side as if she were reasoning with a child. “Quick diversion. Giving you time to facilitate escape plan, dummy.”
Jayne picked up the rest of his shirts and stuffed them back into River‘s drawer as he continued to gripe. “Still. Now he’s picturing you all nekkid, an’ nobody gets to do that but me.”
River rolled her eyes at her overly jealous, secret lover. “Your worries are not valid.”
River turned back to the door, where the embarrassed captain had just been, and wrapped her arms around her naked body as a shiver prickled her skin with goose bumps.
In a trance, she mumbled just above a whisper, “Highly doubt the Captain would ever think of me in that way.”
---------> Next Ch. Epilogue (Mal/River)