He awoke with her nose pressed into his neck. It was the way she inhaled--smelling him so deeply that it roused Jayne from his slumber. For a moment he was disoriented and his body was stiff and sore.

"Simon will be here soon" River murmured, her lips now pressed against his pulse.

"Wha-?" he asked, confused.

Then Jayne realized where he was and who's lips were making his John Thomas dance...and he was jolted fully awake.

Rising quickly from his perch on the floor he knew he needed to get out of that room. The door was open and nothing had happened, but he was still tired and didn't want to get into it with the up-tight doctor.

Jayne hurridly tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear and pulled the covers up over her more completely. With a smile he told her to go back to sleep and left the room.

In the common area he passed Simon, who had evidently given up on finding River for a while. But for some sadistic reason he told him, "Your Sis is sleeping. And it didn't take none o'yer needles."

Jayne smirked at the astonished look on the other man's face and climbed the stairs headed for his bunk.

He missed Simon's shock shift to confusion, then suspicion. No doubt River's brother was questioning just how the mercenary knew she was asleep and just where he was coming from looking so tired himself.

Her hair tickled his torso as it trailed her tongue down his body. A tongue that was eliciting a strangled groan from the heavily aroused man.

Jayne lifted his head to look at the girl that smelled like ripe fruit, but was unable to make out her features; she was hiding behind the veil her dark hair provided. When her lips wrapped around his throbbing member he suddenly didn't care what she looked like, only what she was doing to make him squirm.

While he enjoyed the teasing to some extent, Jayne had been without a woman for far too long. He gently ran his hand through the tangled mess of hair to grab her head and hold her where she was.

So close, he thought, breathing hard, eyes closed. He could feel her laughter vibrate all the way to his toes.

The woman took hold of his hands and released his cock from her warm, wet muouth. Then she trailed that talented tongue back up his tightly-wound body.

Jayne could feel her breath on his lips and he knew she was poised to kiss him. But he didn't kiss whores. And certainly not on the mouth. When her tongue darted out to lick his lips he could smell the tart fruit more distinctly, but would not open his mouth.

With a sigh she moved instead to press her lips against the pulse in his neck. That felt vaguely familiar and while he enjoyed the faint memory, he was uncomfortable with this woman doing it.

Jayne opened his eyes a little and prepard to pull her away, but the dark-haired vixen latched onto his neck and started sucking firmly.

It felt so delicious that his hair tingled and his toes curled into the bed as he drew his knees up toward his chest.

She pulled back a little as if to examine her handiwork and once again Jayne wondered what she looked like. He lost his train of thought, though, when she moved on to suckle his earlobe and stuck her wet, probing tongue in his ear.

His eyes rolled back in his head when she wrapped her hand around his thick cock.

Jayne jumped slightly when he heard her spit but relaxed when her other hand, soft and slick with her saliva, joined its sister.

"Ta ma de. I needed this," he whispered and licked his lips...forgetting that her tongue had recently been there.

Apples.

She tasted like apples.

The woman stopped her ministrations and Jayne took the opportunity to grab her roughly up to his chest and quickly flipped them both over.

Curiously, he noticed her hair still managed to hide her face, but her body arched up to touch his. At this point it no longer mattered; the woman was warm and willing and that was good enough.

Well, not good enough yet. None too gently he thrust the fingers of his right hand between her thighs to test her readiness.

Yes. Warm, WET and willing was good enough.

And with that, he plunged into her eager body. She was so tight and so hot that he had to momentarily pause. Mainly out of confusion since whores didn't feel like this--didn't feel this good, and also out of concern that he would come so quickly. He wasn't completely selfish in bed; he wanted to try and draw this out a bit. Make it last for them both.

Satisfied that he wouldn't climax yet, he began thrusting slowly and deeply. He leaned over on one elbow to draw her body closer to his own and buried his face her hair.

...and was assaulted by the fragrance of apples once again. He wasn't sure that he'd ever be able to look at the fruit again without getting hard.

Proudly, he noticed that the woman was moaning and scratching his back in ecstasy. She wrapped her legs around him trying to draw him deeper. So he obliged, thrusting as deeply as he could.

This time when he felt the wave building, he didn't stop. He pounded the woman chanting "Jayne, Jayne, Jayne," into the mattress until--

"Jayne. JAYNE! Wake up! I need your help," Kaylee called.

The heavily breathing man sat up quickly and looked around the room--his bunk, in confusion.

He could still smell the apples.

Apples.

River smelled like apples.

Jayne jumped up in a panic and checked the sheets for tell-tale signs of sex. Nothing there. He darted to check the hatch on his bunk; still locked. A quick look in the mirror assured him that he had no hickey and no scratches.

He sat down heavily on the bed and glanced around one more time.

"It was a ruttin' dream," he said to himself with what sounded like a cross between relief and disappointment.

"Be there in a few, Kaylee!" he yelled back crossly when he realized his cock was still hard, throbbing, unsatisfied.

Gotta take care of that, he thought.

"Now! Please? It's important!" she called prettily.

Angrily he yanked on his pants and ran a hand over his face and into his hair in frustration.

His right hand.

Then he brought his fingers back to his face and breathed in deeply

"Wu de ma," he whispered.

Apples.