DISCLAIMER: I don't own them, but I'd sure love to!
NOTES: Well ...I'm not every good at writing smut and my muse keeps wrestling with me for every word, damn her!
This is for Wenbird/ Neroli who brought me cake ...and Jayne! (Sorry it is so short, but I was afraid to spoil it all!)
Next time we should add some cream too........Ha-ha ...take that you bunny tossers!!!
Abandon was finished, but I could not resist an epilogue from Jayne's POV.
EPILOGUE
DESIRE ....is like a fire, or so Jayne has learned.
It starts as nothing more than a spark, but no matter how small that spark is, the fire will find its way ,whatever stands in its path, until the flames develop a life of their own.
Desire ...much like fire never dies completely. It merely sleeps, slumbers until the simplest, most random thing brings them roaring back to life......until fire takes form, lifting its head like a wild beast taking in the scent of the prey.
The sound of her steps on the catwalk, the brush of air when she walks by, her clean, fresh smell that brings up memories of linen closets and washing days ...
Her hands are always soothing, a touch that could quiet and tone out the world outside. In some twisted way he cannot explain, she brought peace to his dreams ...
She'll never be prey.....
Like the fire, her will does not yield, does not bend ...and dreams can become as real as anything he's ever known.
She's the fan that breathes life to the flames. She is the soul of that fire.
Sometimes he cannot wait to fall asleep, to feel those hands run over his back and shoulders.To feel them pulling him down, wrapping around his neck like vines snaking their way across his mind....
The texture of all that white, white skin is the softest thing he's ever known...blossom sweet and beckoning him to forget himself and her and who they are....
There are no words; he's never been good with them. Not a doubt in his mind that if he tried....he might even wreck this. But this...fire has its own language, its own rules .....
She yielded, but conquered all the same .....
Sometimes, when he closes his eyes, he can feel what he knows by heart by now......feel it underneath his fingers.