River smiled as she sat on Jayne's bed.
"Told you it would work," she grinned.
Jayne chuckled and turned to face River.
"Darlin' you do realize that if Mal realizes ya played him, he's gonna be pissed."
Giggling, River moved into a kneeling position on Jayne's bed.
"So?" she asked as she crooked a finger at him.
Jayne walked over to stand in front of her and placed his hands on her hips. River's arms wrapped themselves around his neck and put their faces a few inches apart. Jayne watched her for a minute, still amazed that, even after the stunt he pulled, River wanted to be with him. Guilt swamped Jayne as he looked down at River. Growling, River yanked his head down and kissed him hotly.
"No more guilt," she growled against his lips.
Jayne's hands tightened around her waist as he let himself get lost in her kiss. They'd been sleeping together for over eight months, but she still managed to surprise him every time. All of Jayne's thoughts flew out of his head when River tilted her head to the side and kissed him silly. When the need for air became unbearable, Jayne pulled back, making both of them groan.
"Need you," River panted against Jayne's lips, pulling him back to her.
Groaning again, Jayne kissed her hotly. She was the most vocal, most responsive woman he'd ever been with, and he doubted that he'd ever get tired of her.
"Jayne," River moaned as his mouth traveled down her neck to suck at her pulse point.
Jayne grinned when River moaned and reached down to grab the hem of her shirt. Groaning at the lost of contact when Jayne's mouth left her neck, River put her arms up without protest so Jayne could pull her shirt over her head. When her shirt was gone, River's hands went to the hem of Jayne's shirt and she pulled it off of him. The skin on skin contact was almost too much for her. She needed Jayne, and needed him now.