Writer's block? Somewhat. I haven't written anything in 5435874598734 years, and now that I have a laptop, I figure I have no excuse. So. Maybe this will kind of make sense in a "I'm just trying to get my writing groove back on" sort of way. Erm…rambling much? Gah. Just read the smut.

Quick River/Jayne oneshot.

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Frantic

They slammed against the wall. Hot, sweaty, their bodies molded into each others as clothes were removed, flung, gone completely in a matter of seconds.

He was in her immediately after. Long, throbbing heat sliding in and out of her.

He loved her, but would never tell her. He would show her this way, at three a.m. in the engine room, or the bridge, or his bunk.

The kitchen seemed the most popular place recently.

She stifled a scream in his shoulder. She could taste the sweat running down his neck.

He groaned as he thrust harder. She raised her hips higher, so that he brushed that place inside her that made her melt.

They came together, sliding in and out of wet, warm heat. They collapsed together, sliding down to the floor. River closed her legs, savoring the aching sensation that she would cherish tomorrow. She would be reminded with every step what he did to her.

"You 'kay?" he muttered. She smiled and gripped his thigh as he settled in next to her. The cold metal floor had barely cooled them down.

"I'll be fine."

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That sucked. Comments? I need to practice more. I'll start with gasp plots, maybe.