Title: Names
Series: Slayers in Space
Author: Sevangel
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: R
FYI: HI! I'm back from Florida. It was a nice vacation but I didn't really get much writing done. But I'm feeling refreshed and ready to write.
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"Jesus, baby." Jayne pants as he collapses back on the bad. "You was wantin' that, weren't ya?"
River falls forward onto Jayne's chest, pillowing her head on her crossed arms. "Mmhmm." She murmurs. "I missed you."
"Been right here." Jayne replies.
River gently traces her fingers over the scar she gave him. "Yes, you were here." She agrees. "But you weren't. You cut yourself off from me."
Jayne's brow furrows. "This bout the sex thing?" Jayne asks. "Baby, you know why I was holdin' out for."
"It's not just about the sex, Jayne." River whispers. "You wouldn't talk to me. I can tell you anything. I though it was the same for you."
The last part was said in suck a low whisper that it takes Jayne a few seconds to understand what she said. Once he does, he flips them onto their sides and forces River to look at him. "You know me better'n anyone in the verse." Jayne says quietly. "You know things bout me I wouldn't want you to know; don't want you to know all the things I done."
"That doesn't matter to me." River cuts in. "I love everything about you; the good and bad. They make you who you are."
"I know that, baby." Jayne replies. "Don't see why you do but I ain't stupid nuf to ruin it. I weren't tryin' to keep you out….it's just the whole baby thing had me freaked out."
"And if you would have just asked or talked to me about it, then I could have told you long ago that I wasn't pregnant."
"Yeah, well, me and Mal decided you two shouldn't have that kinda stress on top of your knees." Jayne replies.
River rolls her eyes. "You and Mal should not make these decisions together." She says. "You two are too over protective as it is. It's sweet but unneeded."
"Course it's needed." Jayne growls stubbornly. "You two ain't gotta lick of self preservation. I can't lose you so if'n that ruttin' means I gotta make sure you don't get yourself killed that's what I'm gonna do."
River rolls her eyes again.
"Don't you be rollin' them eyes at me, little girl." Jayne growls, rolling her onto her back. He straddles her body with his knees and locks her arms above her head. He knows she could get out the hold without breakin' a sweat but also knows she won't. "I should put you over my ruttin' knee for that."
"Yes, you should." River purrs. "I've been a very bad girl."
Jayne smirks and within a second, River finds herself face down across his lap.
"Mmmm…look at all this pale, beautiful skin." Jayne murmurs, his hand tracing down her bare, still sweaty back. He gently massages the firm butt cheeks before bringing his hand down in a firm, harsh slap.
"Uhh." River moans, her body moistening instantly at the contact. "More."
Jayne roughly pinches her right buttocks before bringing his down in another sharp smack.
River moans and moves onto her knees to give him better access to her ass.
Jayne smirks as River practically shoves her ass into his face. He slides one hand up to delve between her wet folds while the other one continues to rain blows onto her pale skin.
River doesn't know what to do. Part of her wants to push her hips forward, forcing his fingers deeper inside her while the other part wants to push her ass up to give the spankings deeper contact. In the end, she rides his fingers as though it's his cock, moving up and down in rapid succession. Her ass is on fire but it's a good feeling.
Jayne would stop if it weren't for the pleasured moans escapin' her throat at every smack. He ain't hittin' her at all gentle like, in fact, every gorram smack burns his gorram hand. But she ruttin' loves it; if'n the little pleasured sounds weren't enough, than the wetness between her thighs would be a dead give away. She's soaked and he can't wait to be inside her. He smacks her ass harshly and pushes his fingers deep inside her.
"Ohhh.." River groans, her knees spreading even wider. "Ohh..Jayne…please…"
Jayne twists his fingers and smacks her ass again.
River throws her head back and screams his name as she comes. Her ass burns so much but she loved it. When he pulls his fingers out, River sits up and straddles his lap.
"You a'right, baby?" Jayne asks, rubbing the small of her back. "I didn't hurt ya too much did I?"
River wraps her arms around his neck and kisses the tip of his nose. "That was fun."
Jayne chuckles. "Yeah it were." He agrees as his hands slip between them to open her folds. "You feelin' too tired or you…"
River drops down on Jayne's cock with a mewl.
"Guess that means you're feelin' alright." Jayne smirks, his hands moving to grasp her hips. He bends his head to drawl a tight nipple between his lips.
River runs her hands through Jayne's hair before laying her head against the top of his. Her fingers draw circles on the back of his neck as she slowly rides him.
Jayne feeds on her breasts for a few moments until he can't focus past the pressure building in his balls. He rests his head between her breasts and uses his hands to move her up and down his staff. It's slow and easy; a relaxed way of makin' love. She's so gorram tiny and even after all this time, he can't get over how gorram strong and powerful she is. It's like holdin' a live grenade in his hand without bein' blown up.
River feels the familiar tightening in her belly and wraps her arms tighter around his head, holding him against her breasts. She can feel the moans and whimpers escaping her lips and lets them blow against his hair. She loves this man; the intellectual part of her doesn't understand how she can love another human being as much as she loves him. Her nails dig into his neck and a low whimper leaves her mouth as she comes.
Jayne comes right after her, groaning heavily against her chest. He collapses backwards again, one hand holding River against his chest while the other pulls their blanket up. He rubs her back gently and presses a kiss against her forehead.
"Love you, Jayne." River whispers against his neck.
Jayne presses another kiss to her forehead. "Love ya too, baby."
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"Ah, darlin' you gonna let me go yet?" Mal pants.
"Nope." Faith smirks down at him. "I like you all trussed up like this."
Mal tugs at the ropes holding his hands against his headboard.
"Tug all you like baby." Faith laughs. "You ain't getting out of those."
Ignoring Faith, Mal continues to tug at the ropes. He ain't ever liked bein' tied up and while it ain't been but a couple of minutes, he's gettin' awful uncomfortable.
Faith stands up beside the bed and slowly gyrates her hips, eyes closed, and her arms thrown above her head. She dances across the room for a few moments before moving right in front of Mal's eyesight. Faith runs her hands down her body, cupping and squeezing her breasts before grabbing the bottom of her tank and slowly pulling it up her body.
Mal stops struggling the moment she starts her little striptease. Gorram, if she ain't the hottest thing he's ever seen. And she's torturin' him; slowly removin' every piece of clothing she's wearin'. By the time she reaches his boxers that she's always wearin', he's bout to blow.
Faith gets into her dance, just loving freedom of dancing. When her fingers go into the waistband of the boxers, she glances over at Mal to see him staring at her openmouthed and eyes full of lust. "Sorry, just got lost in the dance."
"Ain't complainin'." Mal drawls. "In fact, why don't you finish that little dance of yours?"
Faith lowers the boxers until they're resting low on her hips and then with a grin, she straddles Mal's hips. "You'd like that wouldn't you?" Faith runs a finger down Mal's bare chest, circles his belly button before starting right back up.
"Gorramit." Mal growls. "Darlin' you best stop teasin'."
Faith licks a trail from one nipple to the other. She tugs on his nipple with her teeth and then worries the tip with her tongue. After she finishes playing with his nipples, she nibbles a trail down his belly to nip at his belly button. She moves onto his hips bone after a few seconds and nips the bones a few times.
"Darlin'." Mal growls.
Faith ignores Mal and runs her tongue down his right thigh. She moves up his left thigh and then blows hotly on his cock.
"Woman, take them gorram boxers off right now." Mal orders.
"I love it when you're all bossy." Faith licks his cock and then sucks it deeply into her mouth.
Mal groans and tugs repeatedly on the ropes. He can feel the ropes cuttin' into his skin but don't give a good gorram. He needs to be inside her; needs it so much he could scream.
"Mal, stop it." Faith says, reaching up to grab his wrists. "You're going to hurt yourself."
"Inside." Mal growls. "Now."
Faith rips off her boxers and drops herself onto his cock. The both groan at the contact. Leaning forwards, she starts to untie Mal's wrists when something wet touches her nipple. Her fingers fumble over the tight knots when Mal tugs on her nipple ring.
"God Mal, that feels…" Faith moans.
Mal continues to tug at her nipple ring with his teeth, his tongue coming out to lave the tip. "Untie me darlin'."
"I'm trying." Faith growls. "You keep distracting me."
"C'mon, you're supposed to be this big bad slayer." Mal nibbles his way across her chest to find her other nipple. "Ain't you supposed to have all kinds of stamina?"
Faith moans when he bites her other nipple but forces herself to keep unknotting the ropes. Once he's untied, she flips them over until he's on top.
Mal laughs. "I love it when you do that." His hands burrow under her shoulders as he drops his mouth onto hers.
Faith nips Mal's bottom lip and wraps her legs around his hips. She never used to like doing it this way; she always wanted to be on top. Her therapist in jail told her it was a trust issue and now she completely agrees with him; Mal is the only man (besides Angel) that she's ever trusted.
Mal thrusts quickly and powerfully into Faith, not holding back at all. She can handle it, hell she loves it. He sucks on her tongue and pushes deeply into her.
Faith's legs tighten around his hips as she groans his name.
Mal thrusts once more into Faith and then shouts her name as he comes. He collapses on top of her; grateful that she's strong enough to take it cause he ain't about to move for a while.
After a few minutes, Faith pushes Mal onto his back and then sprawls herself across his chest. Her finger traces the scar on his chest, curious as to when he got it.
"A bit after the doc and River came on board, we gotta job with a man named Niska." Mal says quietly, seeing the curiosity on her face. "Job was stealin' a bunch of drugs from some people that really needed and I changed my mind. Niska's goons didn't like it and attacked us. Took a large knife to the shoulder and didn't let the doc look at it for a bit; it scarred over."
Faith rolls her eyes. "So it's okay for you to let injuries sit but it's not okay for me too?"
"Yep." Mal replies.
"Ass." Faith mutters, her face moving to nuzzle into his neck.
"That's me." Mal replies. "A gorram ass."
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"Well, well, well, look who it is." Wash comments as Faith, River, Mal, and Jayne walk into the mess. "Long time no see."
Mal rolls his eyes. "Ain't been that gorram long."
"Sir, we'll be on Persephone within the day." Zoe replies.
"What?" Mal shouts. "How long was we down there?"
"Bout two days." Kaylee says with a pout. "I was bored."
"I'm hurt, Kaylee." Wash dramatically puts a hand against his chest. "Are you saying I was not enough entertainment for me?"
"Yep." Kaylee grins. "Naw, just jokin' Wash. I just missed hangin' out with Faith and River."
"So, who's going on this job now that Zoe is all preggers?" Faith asks as she drops down in her chair.
"Me, Jayne, and Wash." Mal replies.
Faith raises an eyebrow. "Wash is going?"
"Yeah, Wash is going?" Wash says with wide eyes.
"Yeah." Mal says. "And no, you ain't goin' Faith."
"I thought we talked about you bossing me around all the time." Faith says angrily. "I can take care of myself."
"I know that." Mal agrees. "But you still ain't goin'."
"Give me one good reason why I can't go." Faith demands.
"We're meetin' with Badger." Mal replies. "He done told me he won't deal if you're there. Said he liked his balls right where they are and don't want you rippin' or shovin' em. Seems you scared him a bit when you attacked Wing."
Faith grins. "He's afraid of me?"
"Looks like." Mal replies.
"That rocks." Faith says. "So, what are we going to do while you two are dealing with the rodent?"
"I need some clothes." Kaylee complains. "I've done stole some shirts from Jayne and a couple pair of pants from Wash; they ain't fittin' no more."
"Cool, we can go maternity clothes shopping." Faith says. "Zoe, you can come too."
Zoe raises an eyebrow.
"You gotta get maternity clothes." Faith points out. "Ain't no way you're gonna fit into those clothes for much longer."
After a few seconds, Zoe nods her agreement; much as she doesn't like admitting it, she can't deny how tight her clothes have gotten.
"Fine then." Mal agrees. "You four can go pregnant lady clothes shoppin' while we get a gorram job to pay for all these clothes. And you two best behave yourselves, dong ma?"
Faith fake salutes Mal, her middle finger moving up in the air.
Mal glares at Faith. "I ain't jokin' Faith. No fights, no dancin', no drawin' attention to yourselves."
"Mal, couple girls like us, we're gonna drawl attention." Faith replies. "There ain't no way to stop that."
"Sure there is." Mal argues. "You stop wearin' them tight shirts and pants."
"Oh, you want me to go naked." Faith says. "Works for me."
Mal glares at Faith.
"Hear that R." Faith grins at the genius. "The captain here wants us to go to town naked."
"That ain't gonna ever happen." Jayne growls.
Kaylee giggles. "You two are so ruttin' cute with your overprotectivness and stuff."
"I ain't cute." Jayne protests.
"No, he ain't." Mal agrees. "And I ain't either."
Kaylee giggles again.
"Alright, you three go hang out or do somethin'." Mal orders, waving his arm at River, Kaylee, and Faith. "Just don't ruttin' blow up my ship."
"We'll try not to." Kaylee replies.
"But we ain't making any promises." Faith grin.
Mal feigns at Faith but knows he ain't ever gonna be able to catch her. She's already at the door. They're already laughin' and whisperin' and as much as he pretends to be bothered by it; he loves the sounds.
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"Ah, Mal, you might wanna get up here." Wash's voice sounds into the mess.
Mal looks at Zoe. "Zoe, your husband best not be crashin' my ship."
"My husband don't crash ships." Zoe says as she starts to stand up. She pauses mid-movement and has to brace her hand on the table to heave herself up. "Don't even say a gorram word."
Jayne smirks.
"Weren't gonna say a thing." Mal grins. "Not a gorram thing."
"I might be 6 months pregnant but I can still kick both your asses." Zoe says. "Don't give me a reason to."
Mal's grin widens but he's smart enough to speed up. "So, Wash, what's the emergency?"
"We just got a wave." Wash says quietly.
"And?" Mal replies.
"It's Simon."
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"Uh, River, what're you doin'?" Kaylee asks.
River pulls the bottom of Kaylee's shirt up and lays her ear against Kaylee's stomach. "Commuting with my niece or nephew."
Kaylee raises an eyebrow but doesn't protest.
"Hello there." River says to Kaylee's slight bulge. "We are very excited to meet you."
"Alright, R, I think Kaylee wants to sit back." Faith says with a grin.
River pats Kaylee's belly and sits up with a grin. "It is very happy in there."
"That's good." Kaylee rests her hand on her belly, still unable to believe there is a life growin' inside her. She loves and wants Simon back, but if'n he never comes back, at least she'll always have a part of him.
"What do you want?" Faith asks curiously.
"Don't really matter." Kaylee replies.
"Oh, come on, Kaylee." Faith protests. "I bet you want a cute little girl that you can spoil and dress up in pink little clothes."
"Yeah, that would be nice." Kaylee agrees with a smile. "But I'll be happy with whatever it is."
"Do you have any names picked out?" River asks.
"Joseph Simon if it's a boy." Kaylee replies without a pause. "Melody Rayne if it's a girl."
"Those are nice." Faith comments.
"Thanks." Kaylee says. "I like em."
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"Simon?" Mal shouts. "The gorram doc is wavin' us? Why?"
"I don't know, Mal." Wash replies. "He asked to talk to you."
Mal motions for Wash to get up and then takes his seat. Schooling his features, he turns on the viewer. "Dr. Tam, what can I do for you?"
"I would like to speak to you." Simon says.
"We are speakin'." Mal replies.
"I meant face to face." Simon says. "I really need to speak to you."
Mal sighs. "You at home?"
"No." Simon replies. "I'm on Persephone. I can find transport and meet you somewhere."
"Ain't no need for that." Mal says.
"Mal, I know you're pissed." Simon replies. "I know everyone is pissed but I really need to speak to you."
"Meant there's no need cause we'll be on Persephone within a few hours." Mal says.
"Oh." Simon mutters.
"Look, doc, we gotta job to get." Mal says. "Girls are gonna go shoppin'. You meet us at Serenity in 5 hours time; we can 'talk' then."
"Thank you, Mal." Simon says gratefully. There's a slight pause before Simon looks back at the screen. "How is she?"
"You done lost all rights to ask then when you walked out." Mal replies.
"I know." Simon agrees.
"But I'm a nice man." Mal says with a smirk. "And your sister's doin' fine."
"I wasn't asking about River." Simon replies. "I know Jayne will keep her safe. I was asking about Kaylee."
Mal raises an eyebrow in shock. "Kaylee's fine."
"Thank you." Simon says again. "I will see you in five hours."
"See ya then." Mal disconnects and turns to face his crew. "Well, if that wasn't strange as hell."
"Yeah." Jayne agrees, slightly shocked that the doc trusts him with River.
"Sir?" Zoe questions.
"Keep Kaylee away from the boat." Mal orders. "Don't let her or River come back till I contact you; neither one of em needs to know the doc waved until we figure out what he wants. Ain't no reason to put them through what they went through before."
"Yeah." Jayne agrees. "I ain't havin' her hurtin' all over again cause the gorram doc don't know what he wants."
"That's very sweet." River says.
Jayne spins around to see River and Faith leaning in the doorway. "Gorramit, baby, you ain't supposed to be up here."
"It's okay, Jayne." River assures him. "I can handle it."
"You ain't handlin' anything." Mal says. "You four are goin' shoppin' and ain't comin' back till I say it's okay."
"Look, it's another fucking order." Faith says.
"Darlin' this ain't bout me bein' bossy." Mal replies. "This is bout keepin' them two from goin' through the hell they went through before."
"I know." Faith agrees. "We'll go shopping; I need new underwear anyways."
"Me too." River says. "Question that remains is how are we going to buy the new panties?"
"I used to get clothes by modeling them for the sales boys." Faith comments. "They always gave them to me free, especially the undies."
"That could work." River says.
"No." Mal shouts.
"Ain't gonna ruttin' happen." Jayne growls.
River and Faith grin.
Mal and Jayne scowl.
Zoe and Wash laugh.
"Do you two always have to bait them?" Zoe asks.
"Yep." Faith and River chirp.
Zoe turns to Mal and Jayne. "Do you two always have to fall for it?"
"Yep." Mal and Jayne growl.
"C'mon, R, let's go do a spot of training before we land." Faith says.
"Sounds good to me." River agrees.
The two slayers lock arms and leave the bridge without another word.
"I hate it when they sneak up on us." Wash says. "Scares me every time."
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