A/N: There is a lot of smut and swearing in this chapter (another reason why this story is rated *M*), so if you are easily offended by this kind of stuff you should seriously consider to skip this chapter ;) Just sayin'.

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7. Violet (memory runs the course of time)

Jayne liked traveling through the black. He didn't mind that this kind of traveling meant to be confined to a 'flying tin-can' when in return it allowed him to leave a planet quickly when things got complicated or ugly. And in his line of work 'complicated' and 'ugly' were a major part of the job-description.

The only thing he missed when he was out in the black was to be woken up by the warm rays of sunlight that sometimes sneaked their way into a room through barely open curtains. From all the other nice things being planet-side had to offer, like willing trim and lots of booze, waking up with the warm feel of sunlight on his face was his favorite.

So he refused to open his eyes and rather enjoyed the warm orange glow that leaked through his closed eyelids and warmed his face when he slowly came round from the weird dream he'd had. Though he wasn't really sure that everything had been a dream. According to the fierce pounding in his head, some of that must have been real; at least the drinking part.

And, Dìyù! He must have boozed plenty.

Jayne groaned slightly as he tried to shift into a more comfortable position, only to realize that something was hindering his movements. He wasn't bound - that he knew from experience would feel different- so his next guess was that something or better yet someone was lying on his arm.

He quickly confirmed this assumption fondling the person with his free hand and he grinned widely. This morning was getting better and better. Not only was he waking up with sunlight on his face, this body at his side was female, too. She was smaller and leaner than he usually preferred however, with undeniable signs that proved her to be a woman.

It didn't happen very often that the women he pays stayed until the next morning. The fact this one did must either mean that he had paid her too much, or - and he really favored this second option - he had been that good and she stayed on her own accord. Either way, he was determined to use that for an extra 'morning work-out' with the girl.

A man has to stay in shape, right? And it wasn't likely that he would work out later on the ship anyway, with his head feeling twice its size.

With a sudden flex of his arm he made her head roll into the crock of his neck and he buried his face in her hair. The scent of hay and wild flowers filled his senses and somehow it reminded him of the home of his childhood.

He inhaled deeply. He couldn't remember a woman that smelled this good and he'd met a lot. To his surprise the scent of her even seemed to make his headache lighter.

If he could only remember where and when he'd picked her up last night, he vaguely remembered that he'd been sexin' some woman before he got drunk, but that had been a different one.

"Ah, screw it! One trim is as good as the next."

The woman beside him stirred slightly as he continued to explore her body. When his hand unerringly opened the top of her dress and snuck into it she gasped in surprise but didn't say a word. The gasp morphed into a soft moan as soon as he cupped her breast and traced her nipple with his thumb.

"Ya like that, huh?" he rumbled lowly into her hair and he could feel her nod.

"Want more?" he chuckled but didn't wait for her to answer as he stroked her nipple all over again. Every soft touch from him was answered with a small sigh from her and each time he stopped his teasing she leaned further into his touch unwilling to break it.

Technically he didn't need her approval. He paid for her and so he could take whenever and however he pleases. But where was the fun in just taking when just a little effort was making the girls way more eager to please him than simply paying them would do?

"You give some, you get some."

Sexin' by this rule, he'd never had to persuade or let alone force a woman into doing anything. His special attitude had given him a certain reputation in several cathouses throughout the 'Verse.

Jayne Cobb was a challenge, demanding and energetic, but every girl he chose got more out of this deal than just the money. So thanks to this reputation he just had to ask - sometimes not even that - and everything he wanted had been given somewhat freely and there had never been any complaints; at least none that he knew of.

Although it was pretty sure that sexin' hadn't been exactly what Radiant Cobb had had in mind when she'd taught her boy this rule a long time ago.

"Meh. Who cares?" Jayne thought smirking, "Works fine fer me anyhow."

There had been other things and moments in his life where he'd tried to apply this concept of sharing too but that hadn't turned out so well and surely not so satisfying. So he saved it for the sexin' and otherwise lived by his very own 'don't ask, jus' take'-rule.

That was why, instead of just rolling her over, pinning her to the mattress and taking what he'd paid for, he continued to tease her with his hands and his mouth, his eyes unable to open as he enjoyed the way she shivered under his touch. Slowly he nibbled his way from her earlobe down to her jaw and copied the path his mouth took on the other side of her face with his hand. He was sure that if he played this right it couldn't be that long until she would hopefully take over and show him the dexterity of her trade.

Except, it didn't happen.

Obviously she enjoyed every touch from him very much but she didn't show any signs that she was going to return them.

Jayne sighed silently. He'd picked a newbie.

"Great!"

He should have known by her scrawny figure that she couldn't be that old though that didn't have to mean anything in her line of work; he'd seen girls barely in their teens working in brothels albeit he'd always refused to sex them. He usually liked his 'Ladies' being more womanly rounded and clearly more experienced.

But here he was, with a girl he'd obviously picked in a drunken haze and without really looking, and if he'd be honest with himself, despite the fact he had only given so far and not received anything from her yet, it hadn't been all bad and it felt oddly good to hold her.

He liked the way her hair smelled and how her apparently still slightly inexperienced body reacted to his touch. Also he could get used to the surprised sounds his touches elicited from her.

He let out a slow breath and quietly murmured into the crock of her neck: "Yer new ta this?"

The girl answered with a silent nod. Jayne could feel her body tense with nervous anticipation.

"Ya want me ta show ya?"

Another nod.

"Yēsū! Cobb, how stupid are ya?"

Jayne mentally scolded himself. He should be fucking her from here to Neverland by now and not trying to teach the girl her trade. That wasn't what he had paid for.

"Gǒupì! "

But maybe this was a nice change to the routine to solely be the giving part this time and admittedly the way she reacted to his 'instructions' were undeniably arousing.

His hand was still resting at her pulse-point and he could feel how her heart fluttered quickly. The soft throbbing under his finger touched something deep inside of him, a place he'd never thought anyone or anything could ever touch.

"Prob'ly she's afraid I'd kick her out an' she has ta explain it ta her pimp." He thought and for reasons he couldn't grasp he took pity on her.

There was something else about this girl that reminded him of…

Mā de! Was there no way he could ever get rid of Crazy? The thought of her alone made his head spin again, proving all too clear that he still wasn't anywhere near sober.

"Wonderful. So drinking ain't workin' either."

Jayne groaned a long string of curses until the tentative touch of a hand that stroked his temple brought him back into the here and now. Deeply he inhaled the scent of the girl beside him once more; the scent of hay and wildflowers; the scent of summer.

The room was still filled with the warm glow of the sun when he let his finger trace to the corner of her mouth. Slowly he let the finger glide over her lips, wary to find traces of some sort of coating there but he felt nothing else than the soft and dry skin of her lips and the warmth of her breath.

Still suspicious he swept one finger over her mouth again, gently pushing it between her slowly parting lips and sighing with silent relief when her tongue darted out to taste it. If there'd have been anything on her lips to put him out she probably never would have done that.

"Here's the deal, darlin'"

His growl wasn't threatening but serious anyhow as he removed his finger from her mouth and pulled her face closer to him. He could feel her breath hitched from the sudden roughness but he quieted her worries with a gentle caress of her cheekbone.

"I show ya what ya hav' ta know an' ya make me forget. Think ya can do that?"

The girl hesitated for a second as if she had to ponder on his offer but then he felt her nod again and he relentlessly crushed his mouth onto hers.

"Girl ain't talkin' much. Suits me jus' fine."

Yeah, he was going to teach her and not only the soft and gentle ways.

He badly wanted to forget Serenity's pilot, once and for all. The way she was haunting his thoughts was giving him more than just a headache. It was disturbing and he hated to be disturbed.

If this rookie-whore thought she was able to help him get rid of those nettlesome images of a certain Reader getting' nekkid, then he was more than willing to give it a try. He'd try anything as long as it kept his mind from thinking of her. Also he would never refuse a good lay since that was what made a shore leave worthwhile.

Lucky for him, the girl in his arms didn't seem to mind a little roughness and she was also a quick learner. He only led this battle of tongues for about a minute before she grabbed the back of his head somewhat fiercely and took over.

"Ya better make me forget the nutcase." He whispered into her mouth when they had to part for air. "''fore I'll go all bonkers."

Feeling her quickened breath on his face he considered for a second to try and open his eyes and take a look at her but then he decided against it. Jayne didn't dare to take the risk and find out that she might resemble the one person he didn't want to think of, especially now that he was just about to feel better.

The young whore seemed to be fond of the kissing because she requisitioned his mouth again and what she lacked in finesse she compensated with eagerness and ambition. Nimble hands made their way under his shirt mapping his chest, exploring the muscles under his skin and the scars on it. When she toyed with the short hair there he thought he could hear her sighing approvingly.

It amazed him how someone who he thought was doing this for a living could still sound so surprised and fascinated as if she would experience this for the first time. This girl must be a hell of an actress, or no one had ever taught her anything about the trade at all and she was actually as unversed as she appeared.

But whatever the reason might be, one thing was for sure: This girl might be young and inexperienced but once nudged into the right direction she could be a real vixen and she was definitely not shy at all.

Jayne chuckled, amused as she grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it quickly over his head but not far enough to remove it completely and left him slackly trapped in this makeshift handcuffs/blindfold combination.

"Hey!"

His protest only got a low hum for an answer. It wasn't that he couldn't free himself within seconds if he wanted to, but somehow he trusted her and even if this should turn out to be a mistake he was sure he could overpower this slip of a girl fairly easy if necessary.

Tangled in his shirt he finally opened his eyes but the material was hindering his sight and all he could make out was that he clearly had misinterpreted the time.

The light that got through the material of his shirt had a hue of red like sunset glow and the hotness of the day had heated it up noticeably. It all pointed at the fact that it was rather evening than noon. He must have been here longer than he'd thought.

"Ah, fuck, and iffen it would be so? Who cares? This's jus' startin' to be fun an' I'm late anyway so Mal will surely be pissed as hell no matter what."

He closed his eyes again and continued to savor the girl's keen attempts to pleasure him. She'd straddled his lap the minute she'd immobilized his arms with his shirt and now her fingers were exploring him further. He growled lowly but not unkind when her ministrations tickled his sides. She also nipped and licked at his torso as if she wanted to memorize every variety of his taste.

Slowly she moved down towards the waistband of his pants. The sensation of how she mapped the lines of his abs with her finger and followed their path with her mouth before her tongue dipped quickly into the indention of his navel made him shiver pleasantly. The whole time her body was pressed against his hardened dick and every time she slithered down a little more to explore another part of his body, it caused some very stimulating friction to his groin.

Jayne drew in a hissing breath through his teeth when the pert and curious tip of her tongue darted past his waistband, eager to find out what was hidden there.

With the same goal-directed determination with which he'd unbuttoned the top of her dress earlier, she now unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Though her determination came to a sudden halt when she finally saw what had been just conjecturable before through his cargos.

Jayne grinned smugly under his shirt as he heard her swallow audibly and he noticed a slight tremble of her hand as she tentatively touched his now freed erection.

"Impressed? Don't worry, darlin', I'm gonna have ya lubed up all good 'n plenty in no time and when the teasing's over, ya ain't wanna have less."

His conceited assurance made her scoff and she grasped him fully to run her hand slowly up and down his lengths, showing him that she weren't afraid in the least.

Once again she proved her quick-wittedness. Guided by his moans, surprised gasps and occasional curses she figured out how to pleasure him most effectively in no time.

He could hear his own rapid heartbeat pounding in his ears; occasionally muted by his ribald cursing - which he reckoned as an encouragement for the girl to go on- and his panting breaths. The heat in the room had intensified to a point almost unbearable, leaving him sweat-soaked and almost suffocated by the shirt over his face.

Time to change terms.

"Enough!" he ordered hoarsely while he untangled himself from his shirt one-handed and grabbed her oh-so-able hands with the other; forcing her to stop before he would completely lose control.

"My turn." He demanded and used his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face.

Without looking at her closely - his vision was blurry from the heat and the red light of the sunset that flooded the room anyway - he grabbed her at her waist and quickly turned her onto her stomach. He still refused to see her face, afraid to find any resemblance between her and the Reader.

With a fast motion he grabbed the skirt of her dress, bunched it up and threw it over her head, forcing her into a similar blind condition he had been in before. Another swift motion of his hand pushed down her surprisingly plain panties. Her protesting yelp made him answer with a hearty smack at her rear.

She tried to free herself from the confinements of that skirt thrown over her upper body and while she did he marveled at her wiggling backside, listening to her muffled protest before he slapped her bottom once again.

"Shut up!" he ordered. "My turn, my rules."

The muted snarl that came out from under the skirt made him chuckle. This little whore was definitely none of the acquiescent kind.

He let his hands wander over her firm buttocks, before rounding over her hips and sliding his hands up until they reached the small globes of her breasts. Pulling her upright into his lap he taunted her hardened nipples.

"Ya think ya know ev'rythin' now that ya figured out how ta give me a hard-on?" He growled lowly into her neck. He could feel her shiver in his arms as he rubbed his hardness in the cleft between her ass cheeks to verify his point.

"'Cause that's the easy part, ya know. " He chuckled and with a satisfied smile he noticed the little whining sound she made when he let go of her breast, slinging one arm around her torso to press her further into his chest. Keeping her in place with one arm he let his free hand glide south until he reached the juncture of her thighs.

Two of his calloused fingers sneaked through the short hair there, resting shortly on the sensitive nub that marked the entrance of her sex, swirling small circles around it before they moved on, parting the soft flesh of her center.

The girl groaned with pleasure; her body slumped forward and Jayne adjusted his grip.

"Wha'?" he mocked, dipping one finger into the hot wetness of her center, savoring her sensual sigh. " Is'at already ta much fer ya?"

Before she could recover from her surprise he added the second finger to the first, holding them still until he felt her adjust and she sat up again.

"Good gal." he whispered into her neck, setting a slow path. Instantly her body tensed again.

"Shh…Relax, girlie, an' enjoy."

She was hesitant for a second but then his soothing rumble had the desired effect and she leaned further into his touch. Soon her breathing leveled up with the rhythm of his strokes.

By the way she was quivering in his arms he could tell she was more than ready for more although the soft mewls of pleasure the whore let out occasionally confused him because despite they were muffled from her skirt, they sounded so damn alike to the sounds She made in all those inexplicable crazy dreams and heated fantasies that bothered him lately.

He groaned exasperated. Just teasing this woman apparently still left him too much room to think. He had to do something that would stop his ruminations for good.

Quickly removing his fingers from her core he lifted the whore up he plunged relentlessly inside her wet heat before she could even utter some sort of protest. Her small pained outcry startled him nevertheless, although he should have expected it. Sometimes even more experienced whores had issues with his size.

"Girl's gorram tight. Must've hurt her."

He mumbled soothing words into her neck as he waited for her to adjust to his girth. Flicking his thumb over her clit he tried to make up for her discomfort. He should have warned her but on the other hand he hadn't wanted to scare her away.

Why did he care so much for this stranger? She wasn't anything like Her, wasn't she? Not even close. Except maybe for her figure; her breasts were barely filling one of his large hands each. Or was it because of her toned legs? Or the firmness of her rear? Or her hair that smelled like a summer breeze ?

The tenseness in her body ceased eventually and he slowly started moving inside of her.

Why did fucking this random whore feel so much like how he imagined fucking the Reader in his dreams?

Most likely his drunken mind was still playing tricks on him, he decided as he gently lowered her torso down on the mattress and sped up the pace of his thrusts.

"Wǒ cāo! All I wanted was to have it off. A nice tussle before I'm gonna return to the ship. Somethin' that woulda leave me exhausted enough to stop this gorram musing' 'bout Moonbrain. An' I'll be damned if I won't get it somehow."

Panting he held tight to one of her shoulders, to anchor her against his thrusts as well as to anchor himself against all the weird impressions of this encounter. Jayne sped up the rhythm of his pounding.

He didn't care anymore if she was able to follow the hammering path he'd set but after she had overcome the initial shock of this unannounced penetration, she met each of his thrusts with the very same eagerness she'd displayed on everything else so far.

Her short cries and panted moans were fueling him on further and maybe it was the alcohol still circling in his system or the whirling Red that pulsed in strange synchronicity with the rush of his own blood in his ears around him that made him remove the skirt from the whores head, pulling her upright again and burying his face in her dark, summer-scented curls.

He was already past the point where the whore's possible resemblance with River would matter to him anyhow and he could already feel the familiar tightness in his balls that announced his impending climax.

"Come on, Bǎobèi! Let go!"

The whore was trembling in his arms, breathing as heavily as he was, and her velvet inner walls fluttered around his cock as he unrelentingly pumped into her.

Reaching down he circled his thumb around her sensitive bud until she let out a strained wail, arching her back.

Captured inside the swirling Red which had changed now into a blinding, blistering yellow and orange fire that was about to consume him, he didn't hold back anymore. With a hoarse roar he followed her over the brink and as he collapsed sideways on the bed, spent, dazed and out of breath, he held the whore tight and pulled her down with him.

When his breathing returned to normal again he remembered the other whore he'd had earlier on and it occurred to him how grossed out he'd been afterwards.

But with this one he felt different. He enjoyed holding her tight, smelling this still present scent of a light summer breeze, albeit it was now mixed with a hint of sweet sweat and sexin'.

"Intoxicating." He thought, inhaling deeply.

The Red was still palpable in the room though it was reduced to a lighter orange tinge and the temperature had cooled down to a more comfortable degree. He could stay here forever if he had to and he hadn't had to think of the Reader for a while now, too.

This whore was something special that much was sure.

Curiously he rose up, resting on his elbow. With a lazy motion he brushed a tangled lock behind her ear.

"Well, ya really did it. Ya made me forget what I didn't wanna think about. How'd ya do that? What's yer secret?"

Murmuring he caressed her ear with his lips, nibbled softly at her earlobe and gently turned her face, waiting for her to answer.

"Gorram hell! Crazy?" He stammered as he recognized the face that smiled back at him, her eyes still a little clouded from her previous climax.

Horrified he scrambled away from the young woman in his arm.

"What kind of fēng le mind fuck is goin' on here?"

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Dìyù! - Hell!

Yēsū! - Jesus!

Mā de! - Shit!

Wǒ cāo! - Fuck!

Bǎo bèi - Darling

fēng le - crazy