A/N: This part of my fic was originally entitled "Interlude"; so if it seems familiar, you may have already read it. This part is also EXPLICIT. You have been warned.
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Don't see no reason why anybody gotta stand watch while the gorram girl sleeps, Jayne thought to himself. 'Sides, Hunan Hold'Em is my favorite game. Nobody will even notice me gone.
So, the Merc proceeded to play several hands, secure with his assumption that he would not be missed. He was still reeling from his unsuccessful encounter earlier in the evening, as well.
As it stood, however, he was losing pretty badly. He folded the hand dealt him this time rather than play it out and risk losing AGAIN on the flop, turn or river cards.
'Dead Man's Hand', ain't ever worth playing, Jayne thought and, as a gunslinger himself, he preferred not to jinx things. Glancing across to the next table, he noticed River silently picking out numbers for Roulette – right ones. Eight in a row, it seems from the way she smiled triumphantly and how she held her fingers. He grabbed up his remaining chips.
"Ta ma de. Mal is gonna kill me," he grumbled and walked purposefully to retrieve her and return her to her room.
As he approached she pleaded, "Please, no. Let me stay. Mathematics and probabilities, recognizing patterns of outcomes is soothing. Head not so crowded, so LOUD, when analyzing statistical…"
"Alright! Alright, gorramit! If I let you stay will you stop your yammerin'?" he asked gruffly. She gave him a small smile and nodded her assent.
"Well, since I'm here," Jayne said to no one in particular, walking to the table. He plucked a 10 credit chip out of his hand and prepared to place it on number 7.
River shook her head and whispered, "Favorable outcome instead from choosing historically unlucky number. Return on investment more than compensates for previously bad rivers."
He paused and placed the chip on 13 instead. As the dealer waved off more bets and the ball circled, Jayne mistakenly worried what bad things she could have done in the limited time she's been out. Couldn't be too much. She ain't been too weird lately, and somebody woulda made a fuss if she had gone and done something typically moon--ODD, or creepifying. Forgetting the final card in Hunan was called the RIVER card, he got mentally side-tracked by other 'bad River' options.
She was wearing a previously unseen by him, long, straight, black skirt--and it had a slit clear up to mid-thigh.
Girl sure has beautiful legs, he thought to himself. Even in them too-big combat boots of Kaylee's. His gaze traveled up the girl to linger on the red tank top with spaghetti straps that emphasized her chest. Huh. Not quite as small as I was thinking.
He then moved on to admire his own handiwork…her hair pulled back in the very front from temple to temple in a tight braid that left the rest of it to fall free. She was gifted with lusciously sleek, beautiful, full hair that was as black as night when it was cared for. Small silver hoops borrowed from Inara's box, and a tiny smudge of tinted lip gloss completed the picture.
Wonder what Simon would think of that? Suppose it is a good sign that she is doing something so girly as putting on lip gloss. Jayne then became fascinated by her lips, and exactly where he would enjoy having them.
"Painted lips. Not a Companion, not for hire. Just a girl who thought you might like it," she said softly.
Her words jolted him out of his reverie.
And the ball landed on 13.
"Hell yeah!" Jayne exclaimed with a grin. He winked at River and she smiled.
When he raised his eyebrows questioningly, she responded with, "Number of people in our family. Number on Serenity at this exact point in time."
As Jayne hesitantly placed a chip on 9, River bent in half, baring one leg almost completely, and leaned down to examine a scuff on the toe of her boot.
Jayne's leacherous gaze fixated on that thigh. Sexy, muscled, smooth thighs. Thighs I could just imagine...
She used the hem of her skirt to buff out the scratch, then straightened and took a deep breath causing her breasts to practically strain against the fabric of her tank. His own breath caught and he began to imagine one of the things a 'Bad River' could do.
She boldly walks up between his spread thighs as he sits in the elevated bucket chair. Then, smiling wickedly, she turns, places one foot on the lower rung, swings her free leg over his and straddles his lap…her ass pressed provocatively against his cock. As if that isn't tantalizing enough, she starts to squirm and rub against him brazenly, then winks and throws a seductive glance over her shoulder. Completely enthralled, he lifts her heavy hair and wraps it around one meaty fist; then he begins to place wet hungry kisses up the length of her neck…
"Number 9!" the dealer announced, and Jayne shook his head to clear the erotic image from his mind. An erotic image of the cra--the...River. What am I doin'? Sabotagin' my own plan, that's what, he thought, frustrated.
As he collected his winnings he looked over to River to see about another number.
Only River's eyes were glazed over.
Oh shit, he thought to himself, muscles tense; ready to intercept her before she did something dangerous. Or stupid. Or both.
Then he noticed that, as her eyes closed, her head was slightly tilted and her fingertips were lightly touching her neck where he had just imagined his mouth. And as quickly as he thought he saw it, it was as if none of that happened. Her eyes were focused and open and her hand hung idly by her side. Thinking he must have imagined it, he jerked his head to motion for her to come closer. As he pulled out the chair next to him, he rethought his plan.
Cap'n would have a gorram fit and end up beatin' on me for letting her out and having her down here. And, am I gonna end up in the ruttin' lockup for allowing someone her age to--
"Girl has no fear of Daddy. He wants what's best for us all. Also, natal day that arbitrarily denotes the passing of yet another year among the living has recently come and gone. Can be a legal patron, but I have no funds."
"I didn't get a cake," she pouted, pursing those glossy lips.
Missing her birthday kind of made Jayne feel badly and he wondered how Kaylee had missed it She is still a little off after that incident with Jubal. he reasoned. Then he got sidetracked by angrily thinking about how he missed out on doing my GORRAM JOB, 'cause I am NOT a heavy sleeper.
"No, Jubal was not a lion. But he would have killed my dragonslayer, and this was not a desirable situation. Slayer looks better in red, but not that much red. Could not allow for this possibility. Restricted the flow of oxygen to your bunk, to below optimal, which resulted in continued slumber and grogginess when awakened."
"Could not allow the hunter to slay my knight in rusty armour," she mumbled.
"Huh," was all he could muster at that point, already used to her pet names for him, while being only slightly freaked at her ability to read his mind. Again. But at least she was LEGALLY allowed down here.
She skipped the last 2 steps over to the chair and bounced up into it. Trying VERY HARD not to think about anything, he handed her 5 of the 10-credit chips in his stack. Then he whispered, "Might not wanna be too obvious. Just try picking even or odd…or maybe red or black for a bit."
She shivered when his breath caressed her cheek, but smiled conspiratorially, nodded and leaned in to whisper back, "Understood and comprehended. Will comply."
Spontaneously, and much to his own confusion, Jayne kissed her cheek and said, "Happy Birthday."
After she placed one of her chips on red, and he placed one on odd (how fitting that they chose things that brought the other to mind), River turned her head to look at him.
"Easier to breathe when someone can see the real girl sometimes. Not broken; you know this. I just need time to mend--no more needles, no more sleep. Need to wake up and need time to adjust and adapt to new surroundings and situations. No power in the 'Verse will be able to stop me."
They won again and Jayne thought maybe they oughta deliberately lose this next hand. River placed a chip on the green 0 and Jayne placed one on a foursquare.
"No power in the 'Verse, eh? Bet I can, little girl. Ain't no 90 lb piece of fluff gonna be able to best me at anything. Well, I can't kill with my brain, but then we don't really know if you can do that, do we?" he taunted.
"Would you like to find out?" she asked cryptically. Hurrying on, she then said, "Challenge accepted for future test of skills and abilities. Not at present. Not for a while. Daddy said no touching guns, but he didn't say I couldn't use knives, whips, staves, swords, lances, a bow…" River continued naming off possible weapons.
Ever the competitive one, Jayne nodded and told her how much he was looking forward to the day when he could whoop her ass. Then he started thinking about that firm, round ass and how it had settled in his hands once...how it now fit so snugly into that chair.
Lucky ruttin' chair, he thought to himself.
Trying to shake himself out of that train of thought, he focused instead on her challenge. It was an easy enough diversion on which to focus.
Gonna have to take that sweet little ass down a peg or two. Can't have her doin' my job better'n me. May have to let her gain the upperhand once or twice, though. Don't wanna break her spirit now that she seems more normal. Well, as normal as you can get for a cra--for having her brain cut-up. A sexy-as-all-hellfire girl--who's gonna find that mouth of hers otherwise occupied if she don't stop what her lips and tongue are doing to that straw. Wu de ma…the way her eyes are rollin' back, enjoying each sip. Where the guay did that drink come from anyway? Oh zao gao! No, please don't lick your lips, please don't lick your lips, PLEASE DON'T LI—-what I wouldn't give to be in my bunk right now. With that delicious pair of long, strong, shapely legs barely bein' covered by my sheets, or by me...and with that riot tangle of hair entangled with our arms. GAHHHHH! No sexin' up River! Shepherd is surely gonna know and is gonna see me spaced if'n I do that.
And they both lost that spin.
Need to stop thinking about how I wanna do those things I told HER not to do, he thought ruefully.
"Let's go to the craps table," he told her gruffly.
River's eyes lit up and she clapped her hands excitedly. She quickly gathered her chips and waited patiently for Jayne, who was actually tipping the dealer. She was so very proud of him.
"Sow's ear now," she said quietly to herself. "But soon enough, he will be a silk purse that I will never be without, and will go with everything."
They worked their way through the throng of people and Jayne picked a table. When River didn't protest or suggest another, he placed his chips in the rack to claim their spot.
"New Shooter, new shooter," one of the dealers called as he tried to hand the dice to Jayne.
He placed his bet on the passline but said, "Naw, let the little lady here give me--Wu da me…give them a toss."
And while she threw, he trusted her to let a 300 credit bet ride the entire length of her turn with the dice. On the final throw, she looked at him through her lashes and gave him a knowing smile. After the dice settled and the crowd around the table roared their approval, Jayne wrapped one arm loosely around River's waist and pulled her closely to his side.
For protection, he justified to himself. Can't let her get snatched up or wander off.
River was practically purring again.
When the next shooter asked her to blow on the dice for good luck, Jayne thought his John Thomas was surely gonna pop right then and there. Thankfully, the tables were a convenient height to hide his arousal. In another display of good fortune, he found himself so occupied with watching her lick her lips, purse them prettily, and blow softly on those dice that he forgot to place a bet.
Good thing as the dice came up 'snake eyes'.
River stood on tiptoe to whisper in his ear that his next bet should be relatively big. He shivered at the feel of her warm breath on his ear; at the feel of her lips as they grazed his earlobe when she lowered herself; at the feel of her bosom curiously pressed against his arm. As he made the suggested bet, all Jayne could think of was the 'Special Hell' lecture and how Book had warned him about having carnal thoughts about this girl; and his threat to expose him once he had witnessed some of them. Yes, he had tried to ignore her on more than one occasion after that.
But, ti wo de pi gu, she ain't a child! Not how she's been acting recently. Not after her stunt in the shower. Especially considering how she's playin' me tonight. Girl seems up to something...something no good. The 'Special Hell'? Wasn't a big enough threat to scare Mal, sure as hell ain't gonna work on me. The airlock? Now that is an altogether different threat. I believe that one.
It was the reason he decided to nip River's attentions towards him in the bud. Or, at least attempted to.
The dealer called the roll and paid off the winners. Jayne pulled her in more tightly to his side. Then, realizing they now had close to 3700 credits, he kissed her soundly. On the lips.
Even after I split it with River and give everyone some pocket money, that is more than enough to send home to Ma for her to get Matty to a real doc, and to get some real medicine. I can get some of those good hand-rolled cigars, and a couple of bottles of the premium whiskey. Vera's been needing some of that good gun oil, and I could sure use a new scope for her. It's enough that I can even get a bit more choosy with the trim...only, the thought of an eager, busty, painted up whore didn't appeal to him as it usually did.
Shelley had proven that to him, effortlessly.
"Damn airlock," he cursed under his breath. I should definitely buy River a cake since she was sad not to get one. A layer cake with real chocolate icing...and a nice present, too. If she hadn't been here, I wouldn't have won nothin', he admitted silently. Wonder what she might need. Or if there's something that she wants. Besides me...
River turned to him, her fingers still caressing her bottom lip where it had recently been pressed between his, and told him: "Girl NEEDS an anchor to moor her and keep her steady as she heals. Needs her slayer to protect her from the Hands of Blue and nameless dragons. Does NOT need to be coddled and babied as Simon is want to do. I should probably ask for something impersonal like a novel or a diary. Jewelry might make Daddy mad, although hairclips would be nice--but only if you were to place them in my hair for me each morning. Would like for the dragonslayer to give the fair maiden a birthday dance. What she WANTS, desperately, is to be embraced, touched, filled, made to soar, and is going to ask for another kiss very soon. But, I will settle for a card and some candy if you cannot decide. Of course, you could just win me that enormous pink elephant in the purple tutu with your skill and accuracy as a marksman…even though I am better."
With a smirk she added, "Also, I would seal and disable the airlocks, easily disarm Daddy and Zoe, bind and gag Simon and thank Inara profusely for lending me her 1st and 2nd year apprentice manuals. If you were to ever make the choice, that is."
And with that, she flounced toward the midway-style games.
Jayne tried in vain to organize and process the things she just said; and even without being cryptic genius-speak, it was confusing. Of course, it was also enlightening, comforting and exciting as hell.
He quickly followed her, caught her and swiftly pulled her away from the midway into a darkened alcove. Jayne gently tucked that wayward strand of hair behind her ear with his calloused index finger and delicately traced the edge of her jaw, pausing only to tilt her chin up.
"Aw, what the hell," he whispered hoarsely as he lowered his head toward River's in surrender.
Her lips parted slightly in anticipation, and Jayne's firm mouth slanted across hers. So much for no more kisses, he thought, and Jayne Cobb did kiss women on the mouth. THIS woman. It was something he was sure of, and not for the first time that night--not for the first time that MONTH, for what it was worth. And it was all because of her. Only for her.
He honestly intended to stop there but her tiny hands grasped tightly to his shirt holding him to her and she loosed a small soft moan. The sexy sounds coming from deep within her throat was his undoing. One hand snaked up to her hair and he wrapped his fist in the curls, pulling gently but firmly on the dark locks to tilt her face up, and causing her mouth to part more. This provided his tongue with access to the warm, wet, welcoming heaven he just knew, remembered, that he would find there.
His other strong arm wrapped around her back and firmly pulled her fully against him. Jayne tried to go slowly, to draw out the experience and to make sure he didn't overwhelm or scare her with the intensity of his passion. If he was gonna do this, give in to her, then he knew he would have to fight to hold back.
But River was having none of that.
She left one hand where it was grasping tightly to his shirt, but let the fingertips of the other graze the length of this neck to his nape, and then grabbed tightly a-hold of his hair, increasing the pressure of his mouth on hers. Her tongue danced around his, then began an intense duel, brazenly daring him, skillfully enticing him, into letting go completely.
When he did, it was deliciously overwhelming and River struggled to breathe from the force of it. Girl is NOT broken! she thought happily to herself.
The young woman wasn't sure if it was the lack of oxygen, or if it was Jayne's hand as it skimmed up to cup and caress her breast that caused her to sway with dizziness. But it didn't matter; Jayne had thoughtfully maneuvered her backwards to press against the wall, which helped to support her on wavering legs. His fist was still engulfed in her silky waves, his palm firmly cupping the underside of breast and his calloused thumb brushed over her covered but puckering nipple. She shuddered in delight and he pressed his pelvis against her.
He was finding it difficult not to grind himself against her softness. But River had no such problem. She lifted her leg and stretched it through the slit of her skirt to wrap it around his haunches. Her strong thigh was grasping his hip, her heel (boot mercifully discarded) digging into his ass urging him on--silently promising him more, closer, harder, and deeper.
Jayne's palm abandoned the soft, firm mound and instead trailed it downward. With her leg hitched up like that he discovered that her skirt would provide sufficient cover for his wayward hand, and he was anxious to take full advantage of the easy access it provided to her swollen, aroused center.
Hot damn! Girl's not wearin' any knickers, he thought to himself.
Without breaking their kiss, he risked a glance up to look out of the nook and it seemed no one even noticed them. But, then again, the dark spot was probably designed and created for such clandestine encounters as this.
With a small smile he focused again on the 'no knickers' delight. Quickly, he lost any and all attempts at thought when her own hand slowly migrated downwards, leaving his shirt. Jayne was completely engulfed in need when her warm, strong hand snaked into his pants to encircle his member.
He loosed a sharp hiss when she began to caress and fondle him. No problem this time, he thought with a smirk.
His breaking their kiss provided River with time; time that she took to pull in several lungsfull of air. Jayne buried his face into the crook of her neck and fought to restrain himself. But the pleasure of her smooth hand sliding up and down his now throbbing length clouded his judgment and his mouth firmly latched onto her neck. The suction was enough to curl her bare toes. It elicited a breathy sigh of contentment and an audible moan from her. She began keening with pleasure after that.
That sound alerted him enough for him to realize that what he was doing with his mouth was very likely to leave a mark.
An obvious 'Someone's been makin' out with River' kind of mark.
The silky hand that was not in his pants slid from his head to his slip under his shirt, and upwards to trace the fading scar she found there. She ran her hands through his springy curls and she firmly grabbed hold of the ones over his heart.
Jayne's fingers were bringing her so very close to the edge but she fought to say it, she had to tell him, "My neck, your chest…now we match. Branded me as I did you."
She struggled to breathe again and forcefully whispered, "You are forever my dragonslayer."
And with that she eagerly threw herself over the precipice.
Jayne's fingers left her swollen nub, plunged into her warm, slick folds and her muscles spasmed tightly around them. The enraptured man lifted his head to watch her face as she climaxed--he noticed how she bit her lip to keep from crying out, and how her lashes fluttered against her cheeks; how her nostrils flared with the effort to breathe; and how the fine locks around her hairline had worked themselves free from the braid to curl delicately, and were now damp as a result of their exertions.
Slowly River's eyelids raised and when her gaze regained focus, Jayne found himself wallowing in the adoration and worship he saw reflected back at him. Her legs were quivering from her release and he held her ever more tightly, unwilling to ever let this precious gift go.
Suddenly, she stiffened and let her leg drop.
As she freed her hand from his pants, and wearing a more disappointed frown than Jayne, she said, "Daddy is the seeker and we aren't hidden well enough to win the game. Cannot make it back to base together undetected. Must continue this in privacy. Must practice skills I have learned."
She kissed him soundly and promised, "I'll be in your bed...naked."
Quickly, she snuck out of the dimly lit alcove and headed--unseen--away from one VERY angry looking Mal.
Jayne felt like someone dumped a bucket of ice water on him, shocking him into reality and cooling his ardor, focusing his mind on evasive maneuvering and self-preservation. Unfortunately, it was having no effect on his burgeoning erection. He shoved one hand into the front pocket that did not have any chips, hoping to play it off as more chips if he were spotted.
Luckily, Jester chose that exact moment to appear; and whatever he and Mal began arguing over, it distracted the captain long enough for Jayne to quietly slip away.
On his way to the back staircase and out of eyesight from Mal, Jayne noticed in a gift shop window, a mother of pearl inlaid jewelry box. Inside it, a dainty ballerina twirled wearing an iridescent tutu. BINGO! he thought and detoured into the shop. Once inside he could hear the music it played; music that was familiar, but he was unable to name. It reminded him of his childhood and happy times.
He took the stairs 3 at a time with her shiny, prettily wrapped gift tucked safely under his arm. Finally, he arrived at his door.
As the key card slid home, he briefly regained some sanity and wondered how she got into his room before him, and he asked himself just what in the hell he was doing. "I am NOT supposed to be sexin' up the Doc's sis," he mumbled, again. "Gonna get spaced for sure now," he smirked as he opened the door.
But when he agreed to call it off, when he had told her 'NO MORE', she was not lying on his bed, with her naughty bits barely covered by the thin ribbon of sheet and looking at him like he was her Christmas/Birthday/Valentine's/Unification Day gift hand-delivered, coated in chocolate and topped with real strawberries.
A guy could get used to bein' looked at like that, he said to himself as he walked slowly toward her absorbing, savoring and memorizing the view. Then he softly sat on the edge of his bed.
River giggled as she lifted herself onto one elbow and said, "Not Unification Day. Daddy won't celebrate with gifts. Easter, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Birthday, and Valentine's day gift. Very much like the idea of chocolate, but Kaylee won't share strawberries. I don't want to share either." Her eyes flashed fiercely for the briefest of moments as she placed her hand on his chest over the scar…and practically growled, stating unequivocally, "MINE."
Jayne smiled at that and said, "Happy Birthday, Baby Girl."
He then brought forward the gift he had hidden behind his back and handed it to her…almost hesitantly; he was wary that she wouldn't like it.
Well, if she doesn't, I guess I will have to just find her one that she does like, he thought to himself. Which surprised him. He mentally shook his head in disbelief over how he, Jayne Cobb -— Big Damn Hero and Mercenary -— did not flinch, pause or protest at her possessive comment. In fact, he was practically glowing.
And when did I start buying gifts for gir--women, he corrected himself. Especially gifts that were romantic and slightly sentimental. Who was this Jayne...waiting, practically holding his breath for her to let him know what she thought of his gift?
"Paper Saver," he chuckled as he watched her carefully open each fold so as not to tear the wrapping paper. And just before she opened the last fold--the last fold before her gift was revealed--she looked up at him and gave him the biggest, most beautiful smile he had ever seen. It lit up her face and made him so very proud to have been the one to make her happy.
Ah, gos se.
Realization dawned hard on Jayne Cobb that, once again, his Father had been right.
After one particularly disappointing pre-teen love breaking his too often offered heart, his Pa sat him down, patiently explained the facts of life to him (in detail…Thanks Pa), and promised him that someday he would meet an amazing woman. A woman that would torment him relentlessly, plague his thoughts, and who would situate herself irritatingly under his very skin. A woman that would chase him mercilessly, pursue his affections vigorously and would never stop until he had finally caught her. And when that happened...he would know it, and it would be worth the struggle.
His Pa warned him to be prepared for that 'cause "once a Cobb goes head over feet, well, ain't no power in the 'Verse that would keep him from her." The senior Cobb promised that he'd end up swearing to move heaven and hell in order to remain at her side, to protect her, and to keep her happy.
Jayne's attention was brought back to the present when she gasped. She delicately and reverently touched the box, and tears welled up in those huge brown eyes. Tears that spilled over and filled him with uncertain fear.
She slowly lifted the lid and stared in awe of the figurine. With eager eyes she handed it to him and asked to make it dance. Jayne turned it over and wound the key several times...and the softly played notes of "Beauty and the Beast" filled the room. River placed her hand against his cheek and said enthralled, "How appropriate. I am Beauty to your Beast."
She closed her eyes to listen to the music, then suddenly jumped up and said, "Birthday dance."
"I ain't a dancer, gorramit," he grumbled. "Don't know how, Baby Girl," he protested, but reluctantly got to his feet while she eagerly pulled on his hands.
"Anything to keep her happy," his father's voice taunted.
Wu de ma! Shut up, Pa.
She stepped close, laid her head on his heart, and wrapped her arms around his waist. Jayne lowered his own arms, trying desperately to forget that she was completely naked, and clasped his hands behind her back to pull her tightly to him. While the tips of his thumbs fondled the ends of her hair--tickling him, he placed his cheek on the top of her head. As the music played, they swayed softly together.
River made a mental note to teach him the steps.
Jayne wasn't sure how long the music had been over, but he finally noticed it was silent when he felt River's hands creeping into the back waistband of his pants and cupping his buttocks, pulling him closer to her. She lifted her head to look at him and was grinning like a fool, happiness obvious in her eyes. He pulled her hands away, bent slightly, placed one hand under her knees and lifted her into his arms.
Then he unceremoniously dumped her on the bed.
She giggled and feigned trying to get away, but Jayne grabbed hold of one slender ankle and hauled her back down the bed. River hooked one foot behind his knee and pulled forward, which caused him to lose his balance and land on top of her.
"Much better," she said as she crooked that same leg over his back and ripped the shirt off of him--buttons popping and pinging against whatever surface they hit. When she had it off, River's voracious mouth went for his nipple. After suckling the peak for a moment, she tugged on it forcefully with her teeth and bit him slightly.
That spurred Jayne into a fully aggressive mode. His girl was a biter; he liked that.
He wrapped his fist in her hair again, and dragged her head back. The suction from her mouth emitted an audible 'pop', and Jayne growled, "Two can play at that game."
So, while he was only slightly disappointed that she was already naked and he wouldn't get to undress her, he was supremely satisfied to finally have access to all her 'girl parts'. And as he latched onto her breast, she emitted a sigh of contentment. She wrapped her arms around his head to hold him tightly there and arched her back to give him better access.
Jayne switched to the other breast and his teeth grazed her nipple. River hissed, but pulled him to her harder and arched her back more deeply, trying desperately to get him to swallow her whole.
He lifted his head and chuckled, "Take it easy, Baby Girl. We got all night."
"No!" she cried. "Dam needs to be mended, needs little boy finger to provide plug. I fear...all of me is leaking out and will be nothing but an empty shell soon. Tide will wash me away."
Jayne smiled to himself, biting his tongue to keep from lasciviously remarking on how much she was leaking, and all of it on his bed. His fingers were definitely contributing to that rather than halting it, as his calloused thumb was rubbing her clit while his two fingers worked themselves in and out of her. He tucked one arm under her and let his hand wrap itself in her hair again, providing a cradle for her skull so that he could look at her when he promised her, "No it won't. Gotta believe: I am your anchor and your dragonslayer. I won't let you get taken away. Never again, Baby Girl."
"Will move heaven and hell to protect her," He heard.
Ta ma de! Bi zui, Pa!
And yet, he kissed her again with everything he had, with all of the pent up passion he felt for her; all the power behind his actions erupted, unrestrained. River reveled in it, her tongue dancing with his, her hands in his hair. She cried out fiercely with her climax, but Jayne swallowed it, muting the sound.
The feel of her wetness on his fingers made him even more primal. He dropped onto his knees and off the edge of the bed. He parted her thighs and then he swiftly pulled her hips to his mouth. He could not fight the overwhelming urge to taste her; he had to bury his tongue in her, as his fingers just were, as his cock would soon be.
She tasted so right, so sweet...just like apples, and he was barely able to control himself or his arousal at the discovery.
River was so sensitive at this point that it didn't take long to bring her back to the edge, but she stopped him, placing her palm on his forehead. "Must divest...pants," she rasped.
Jayne quickly stood and undid the buttons on his fly. She watched him intently, staring at him as he quickly kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants. Her eyebrow lifted delicately and she smiled when she saw he was not wearing any underwear. River licked her lips as she eyed his erection and remembered that she had encountered no resistance when her hands were buried in his pants before. She hopped onto her knees and grabbed Jayne behind his thighs, pulling him toward her open mouth.
He watched as her lips closed around him and he knew he wouldn't be able to take very much of this. Vaguely, he remembered River's remark about Inara and a training manual. Must be sure to get Inara something to say 'thank you.'
Amazed at her inexperienced proficiency with what she was doing to him, all he could think was, Sexy Girl sure is a genius when it comes to learning stuff all kinds of stuff.
He tried to think of things to distract himself: Wash's ugly shirts, the dinos on the helm, Book's latest sermon, Zoe with a shotgun aimed at him, Zoe playing with a dino while wearing Wash's ugly shirt, spouting a sermon and loading a shotgun.
None of it worked.
He hastily pulled her head away. Smugly he realized, Again with the 'pop.' Girl's got a strong mouth.
He collapsed onto the bed to completely remove his pants and his socks. River chose the exact moment he was completely unclothed to climb upon him. She swung one leg over him and straddled his lap--only, unlike the fantasy in the casino, this time she faced him. And that meant her warm wetness pressed against his hardness.
Jayne pushed her soulders back in order to look deeply into her eyes, making sure that this was what she wanted. She seemed to acknowledge that silent question, and she answered it by lifting her hips and impaling herself on him. He found himself completely buried in her heated core and it was tighter, hotter, and wetter than he could ever have imagined. It felt so incredibly good that he had to remind himself to breathe.
He wrapped his arms around her, preparing to set a slow and steady tempo. But, once again, River wasn't having any of that. She ground against him, lifting and sinking fully onto him, seeking release. She bit his shoulder with the frustration of it.
"Not so close after all, were ya?" he asked her.
Her heated movements and desperation only served to make him want to draw this out--to tease and torment her as she had also done to him. When she lifted again, he wrapped his arms under her thighs and cupped her buttocks, preventing her from engulfing him.
"Please!" she pleaded, frantically wrapping her legs around his waist and clinging tightly to him.
"Soon enough, Baby Girl," he responded as he dipped his head to capture her lips in his again. He slowly lowered her onto his length and lifted her quickly, his tongue imitating the act in her mouth. She sighed, and suddenly did not seem to be as desperate for release. They enjoyed this play for a bit, until Jayne wanted to see her beg again. He removed his hands and let her sink onto his cock. He pulled her hips to his, rocking back and forth, and let one hand find her swollen clit. This time, his tongue slowly and languorously entwined with hers, and with a start she realized that she could taste herself on him.
She pulled back, licked her lips as if to savor the flavor, and commented, "I taste like…apples?"
It was hard enough watching her lick her lips, but when she said that, acknowledged that she could taste what he had licked from her, and that she liked it, he almost burst. Growling with hunger, without withdrawing from her folds and with little effort, he rolled her over and began thrusting into her with abandon. River wrapped her legs more tightly around his back and locked her ankles; Jayne rested on his elbows but his hands wrapped under her arms and around her shoulders, providing him with leverage.
When he could hear how her breath caught, could see her throw her head back in abandon, THEN he plunged into her as deeply as he could. He held his own release back watching her orgasm again and this time did not try to kiss her to keep her quiet. He reveled in hearing her cry out his name at her peak, in feeling her nails bite savagely into the skin on his back.
And then, Jayne could hold off no longer. He could feel her muscles contract around him, and with one last deep, hard thrust, he poured himself into her, growling her name possessively…drawing out the R's.
Jayne collapsed on top of River, then he moved slightly to the side so as not to crush her.
Wouldn't you know that someone chose that exact moment to bang on his door.
"Where the hell has my sister gone NOW?" Simon shouted. "You were supposed to be keeping watch over her, Jayne! I knew I shouldn't have left the trained ape to guard her; especially when I wasn't able to keep track of her myself...and I am a responsible adult!"
Pounding more forcefully the door, the irate doctor called, "Jayne! Don't bother pretending you aren't in there. Kaylee and I could hear you."
"Ai ya, huai le!" Jayne cursed under his breath. He kissed River soundly and placed his finger over his lips to tell her to remain quiet. He then made his way to the door, dragging the sheet with him to use as a wrap.
Don't wanna upset the uptight hun dan any more than...well, I guess the sight of some flesh ain't nothin' compare to sexin' up his sister, he thought, laughing.
Jayne opened the door a crack and silently cursed himself for forgetting to secure the chain first.
"Where IS she?" Simon was practically foaming at the mouth.
Poor Kaylee was hanging back in the hotel hallway trying not to look as embarrassed as she must have felt.
"I cannot find Mal and last night he assured me she would be safe in her room, and he said that you were on watch 'till morning," he accused.
Trying to diffuse the anger, the cheerful mechanic chimed in, "Guess what Jayne? Simon just won River this really pretty stuffed elephant for her birthday." Holding it up, Kaylee pointed out, "Look! She's wearing a tutu."
With a sorrowful frown, she added, "I feel real bad that we all forgot."
River chose that precise moment to thrust open the door in order to grab the prize from her friend--stark naked and DEFINITELY looking like she had just been sexed to within an inch of her life.
"Thank you. You too, Simon," she said politely and with a sweet smile.
Jayne closed his eyes slowly and began to pray for a quick death as the naked woman forcefully closed, locked and chained the door. Jayne could hear Kaylee giggling hysterically and Simon admonishing her to stop with a mortified, "Shush!"
"Brother will not do or say anything for a while. Will want to find Daddy first," she explained.
"Let's do it again!" River shouted with an enormous grin.
Jayne responded with, "Yeah? You wanna? What the hell then. At least I'll go out the airlock with a smile on my face!"
Then he picked her up and carried her back to bed.
And just in case Simon was still lurking at the door, River called out passionately, "OH YES! JAYNE, PLEASE! DO THAT AGAIN! TAKE ME...HARDER! MORE, MORE, MORRRRRRRRRE!"
Jayne buried his laughter in her hair and hugged her to him tightly.
Tian xiao de! He knew then that he had it bad for her.
Yep. Head over feet.