Title: The Game Is Afoot
Series: Playing Games
Rating: T
Spoilers: Post-BDM
Pairing: Jayne/River
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my over-Rayned mind. And I have no money, so suing me is useless.
Notes: This is unbeta-ed. Any mistakes are strictly mine.
Summary: "Oh, yeah. Th'game's on."

Slowly waking from a very pleasant dream, Jayne was coming to a strange realization. A minute ago, a talented whore was performing the most gorram naughty things to his body, and now… now…

There was actually something on his chest.

Something warm and vaguely girl-shaped.

And this something was leaving a hot, wet trail across said chest.

In his sleep and lust fogged mind, Jayne was trying to figure out just who exactly could be doing such shiny things with her tongue by process of elimination.

Couldn't be 'Nara. She'd never given him so much as a second glance, not that she had any to spare that weren't for the Captain, anyways. Not Zoë, either, since she was still mournin' the little man's passing. Kaylee was... Well, he supposed it could be Kaylee, provided she'd come to her senses and dropped the doc's scrawny be-hind. Didn't much feel like little Kaylee, though, so that only left the crazy-girl.

Now just wait one gorram minute…

Jayne's back arched and he let a groan escape when River's lips surrounded his nipple. Her mouth let go with a quiet pop and she met his eyes with a sly look.

"This girl does not appreciate your thinking about other women while she is pleasuring you. And, no, she will not wait one gorram minute."

Jayne growled (whether it was more from lust or annoyance, even he didn't know). "How many times d'I tell ya ta stay outta my head, girly?"

"Obviously not enough times, man."

She bent her head back towards him, lapping at his collar bone. Jayne gripped the sheet under him, not having the presence of mind or the inclination to push her away.

River grinned against his shoulder, glad to have caught him in a compliant mood. Trying to distract him from the movement of her mouth up his neck, she trailed her fingers up his ribs and then back down again towards the low-riding waist of his sleep pants. Gripping his sides, she rubbed slow, deep circles into his hips with her thumbs.

Who'da thunk that the dick's (heh heh, whoops, doc's…) little sister could excite a man like this? Those little hands and fingers were a lot stronger than they looked, and that mouth was wreakin' havoc on his innards, makin' the heat pool low in his belly. Speaking of Crazy's mouth…

Almost there. She was reaching for her goal, her lips nipping along Jayne's jaw. River felt the heat of his large, calloused hand glide up her spine and into the hair at the back of her head. His fingers massaged her scalp in time with her kneading thumbs. She could feel the stubble against her lips as she approached his mouth. She would finally feel his lips against hers; finally taste him after having watched him for so long; finally get to ki-…

River felt her head wrench sharply away from Jayne's. He glared into her face, his harsh breaths panting out in time with hers.

"Don' even think 'bout it, girly."

He expected her to frown or pout or show some sign of disappointment, anger, or at least annoyance. What he didn't expect was the twinkle in her eyes and playful smirk. He loosened his hands in surprise, and she took the opportunity to, literally, slip between his fingers.

From her new standing point next to his bed, River bent so that her head was parallel with his, her lips in line with his ear.

She blew out a hot breath before whispering huskily, "The game is afoot, mercenary. I will kiss you. Soon. And after I do, you will beg me to do it again."

Before he could respond, she was gone from his side and on her way towards the ladder of his bunk. Before ascending, River glanced over her shoulder and blew him a giggly kiss. She then quickly and silently climbed up and out.

Jayne turned his head, slack-jawed, back to face the ceiling. He'd learned from experience that River was almost never wrong, so he didn't doubt a single word she said. But he'd be damned if he wasn't gonna put up one hell of a fight.

Jayne's mouth formed a wolfish grin.

"Oh, yeah. Th'game's on."