Author: bugchicklv Etc.: Oh, so very fluffy Raynefic. And there's sex.
THIS IS SO VERY NC-17!
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The next morning Jayne was late to rise. He rolled over with a sigh and a wince wanting to spoon with his wife--maybe even get a little wake-up sex. Only, she wasn't there.
"Ai ya," he muttered, disappointed to find the pillow cold. She'd obviously been up for a while, and it made Jayne angry to think that she had left to keep their secret.
Thought that got settled last night, he thought with a huff.
After hastily pulling on his pants and a shirt, the grumpy man then climbed the ladder, gingerly, and was assaulted by the delicious smell of breakfast cooking. Selfishly, he hoped that is was River because, not only was his wife a crack shot, a ruttin' genius, and a hell-cat in bed--but she'd proven to be an excellent cook once everyone had given her the chance. Basically, she was perfect for him, in every way.
Jayne's mood improved greatly when he noticed, upon entering the galley, that River was indeed the one at the stove. And she was making pancakes--his favorite.
"Mornin' Jayne," Kaylee called.
Poor girl looked a fright with those broken-nose induced black eyes, but nothing could dampen her spirits for very long. Especially since things had been going so well between her and the Doc, for a while now.
"Mornin'," he called back. Jayne then stepped up behind River and hugged her tightly. As if that wasn't enough to halt the breakfast table conversation, what he did next certainly did.
The Merc snatched the spatula out of Rivers left hand, spun her around, dipped and bent her back-wards over his arm where he kissed her hungrily. He had intended to pull her upright swiftly after doing it, but his wife had other plans. She wrapped her arm tightly around his back, slid her hand up to the back of his head, and ferociously kissed him back.
After a few moments of this, with part of a stunned crew looking on and feeling a bit like they were intruders, Jayne pulled her up and grabbed her to him tightly. He was breathing hard and his eyes were heavy lidded; it was easy to see what was on his mind. VERY easy to see.
"Y'all are just gonna have ta finish breakfast on your own. 'Cause right now, I need my wife a whole helluva lot more than any of you do," he told them, moving behind her.
River smiled brightly at the open-mouthed crew and had just enough time to hold up her left hand. As she wiggled her fingers, proudly showing off her ring, Jayne shoved her forward to-wards his--their bunk.
Naturally Simon was the first to respond.
"Did he say WIFE?" he shrieked. "Did I miss something? I thought that was over between them a good while ago..."
"Oh, shiny!" a dreamy Kaylee responded. "I think it's the best news we had in months. Look how happy she is again Simon; she even made pancakes!"
"But married? That means he's--we're--oh, God. Captain, please tell me you are going to do something about this."
"And just what would you have me do? I did enough yellin' when Zoe and Wash did it, and did that do any good? Hell no! Gorram ship full of googly-eyed lovers," Mal groaned barely able to sit up. But he was determined to get back to captain-y things; which obviously included eating.
"Besides, your sister's been a whole lot more focused and a whole lot less crazy lately. Ever since they started up, as a matter of fact. I feel like I should be thanking the hun dan for doin' what all your drugs never seemed to do."
Simon looked at the Captain, hurt and chagrined.
Kaylee, happy that he was not going to interfere with her friends' happiness, leaned over and kissed Mal on the cheek. "I love my Captain."
"Yeah, well how 'bout you showin' how much by finishing up them pancakes?" he commented.
To cheer him a bit, and hopefully smooth over his anger at Jayne, and disappointment in Mal, Kaylee kissed Simon on the lips as she stood up.
Placing one hand over the bandage at his shoulder, Mal, still a bit confused about the whole marriage-thing, asked, "Shepherd, did you have a hand in this? 'Cause I don't remember going to any drive-thru wedding chapels or stopping anywhere long enough for them to run off and get hitched."
Book swallowed the coffee he realized had been in his mouth since the kiss, replied, "I don't think so, Captain."
"Excuse me? Don't think so? No offense, put I'd hope you would remember my sister and that--that--Jayne," he spat, "standing before you and proclaiming them man and wife."
Laying a hand over one of his own bandages, Book responded, "Well Son, I never did that, certainly."
"Then it doesn't count, right? You never said 'man and wife'. Maybe no one said 'man and wife'. Isn't it some kind of unwritten rule that they have to be proclaimed 'man and wife'?" Poor Simon was near hysterical at this point.
Mal's uncomfortable look came at the same time as Kaylee's, "Not necessarily. Right, Cap'n?"
Inara silent through all of this, pursed her lips in irritation and refused to comment. Mrs. Reynolds was still a sore point between them.
"Thanks for the reminder," he said wryly. "There was definitely no 'man and wife' for me and YoSaffBridge. I think. Damn, I was all manner of drunk." Laughing, he asked, "Jayne still got that stick? Maybe he could offer it to you for River."
At Simon's outraged expression, Mal added, "Just kidding! Damn, you are so easy."
"Son, Kaylee does have a point...one well illustrated by our hapless Captain. The Triumph Marriage Ceremony only required a wreath, some wine, and a dance," the Shepherd offered. "One can only guess what archaic or brand new ceremony they chose to consecrate their union."
"Well, I don't recall River given Jayne no hat made outta flowers and we ain't had no wine since Kaylee's inter-engine malfunctioned, so...who knows?" replied Mal who was busy checking on the wound at his side and paling considerably as his fingers probed.
"Who knows, indeed. In some cultures, it is only necessary for a man to call a woman his wife and to have her agree in order for it to be official," Inara finally offered. "Frankly, I am surprised that it took this long. No matter our feelings on the matter, we should support their decision."
Simon dropped his head heavily onto the arms he had crossed on the table-top, then yelped when he landed partially on his broken hand. "This is a nightmare," he whined.
"Inara's right. We can't really say nothing, Doc. They're adults--well, River is anyway, and as long as it don't become a problem..." Mal trailed off, shrugging.
Kaylee finished at the stove and brought the huge stack of pancakes over too the table as Zoe limped in to join them. She had been on the bridge with Wash and missed the excitement.
"There are problem, Sir?" she asked having caught only the tail end of his sentence. Not waiting for his reply, she quickly stabbed a few pancakes. She was starving.
"River and Jayne got MARRIED!" Kaylee announced cheerfully.
Zoe looked up from her food and asked, "Did I miss something?" while wincing a bit and touching her ribs as she tried to turn and look a Mal.
"That's what I said!" Simon whined miserably as he picked at his food.
Around a mouthful, the Captain replied, "Seems we all did, Zoe"
"All did what?" asked Wash as he entered the galley, gingerly took his own seat and stopped his wife from loading his plate. He didn't want her to injure herself any more than she already was.
"Evidently, husband, we all missed River and Jayne's marriage ceremony."
"If there was one," reminded Inara.
Fork pausing in mid-air, Wash asked, "You mean they got married? That's kinda...scary. Bet it involved guns," he added with a laugh.
The rest of the table joined him, but were still a bit uncomfortable with the whole idea. Everyone that is, except Kaylee, who had a faraway look in her eye as she rested her chin on her palm, elbow on the table.
"Naw. I'm thinkin' it was real romantic," she whispered.
Little did they know--Inara, Wash, and Kaylee were each partially right.
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Jayne sighed heavily and spit out a mouthful of her hair. They'd worn themselves out with a marathon bout of secret late-night sex, and River had finally collapsed on his chest, her hair everywhere.
"'Mon, Baby girl, roll off. I gotta hit the head," he told her.
"How romantic," she murmured, her own mouth full of hair as well. But she obliged and scooted to the side next to the wall so he could get up.
When Jayne came back he found her sitting on his bed, naked, polishing a recently used and smudged Vera. His breath caught at the sight and his heart leapt up into his throat.
It was the sexiest, most thoughtful, most incredible thing he'd ever seen. And he decided right then and there, that he wanted to see it everyday for the rest of his life.
If she'd have him.
"So, uh...you wanna...get, you know...hitched?" he stammered.
She paused in mid stroke, the cloth still in her hand, cocked her head to the side as if to think about it and said without looking up, "Yes."
"What?" he asked. "You serious?"
"Of course," she replied, "weren't you?" she finished, suspicious of his intent.
"Hell yeah! Wouldn't'a asked if I wasn't. Do you want me to go talk to the Shepherd?"
"Probably not a good idea; I don't want him to scare you into backing out. He's very good at that. I think it would be best if we did not inform the others of our intentions, as well."
"First of all, that ain't gonna happen, me backin' down from the preacher. Second, why not?" he asked, pouting since he felt slightly insulted.
She looked at him skeptically for his fearless declaration, hooked Vera back into her resting spot, and patted the bed for him to sit next to her. As he did, she took his hand and turned to him.
"They're not ready yet," she told Jayne in answer to his question. Then River looked him deeply in the eyes.
"I promise not to make fun of your name anymore, to ask before I borrow your guns--unless it is an emergency, and to not cut you again. At least not willingly and not on purpose. I vow to follow you wherever you may choose to go, just please ask me first. I swear to kiss you at every opportunity, and well. I promise to bear your progeny, to remain faithful, to take care of you when you are injured and to fight by your side as the team we will be from now on. I swear by all I believe in, that I will love you for as long as I draw breath."
Touching his cheek softly, she added, "You are my other half, in all ways. You make me whole." Then she looked at him expectantly.
"Oh, you want me to say somethin'?" he asked sheepishly. "Uh, well...I promise not to call you names no more--you know, the mean ones, to ah...try and get along with your uptight pi gu of a brother a little better--but I ain't guaranteein' that'll turn out. Also, I swear, I ain't ever gonna hit ya, no matter what the reason, and you already know I won't turn either you or the Doc over to the Alliance. I promise to keep you safe from all them blue-handed guys, and anyone else that tries to do you harm, that I ain't ever gonna cheat on ya. And I promise to...you know, like you said."
River waited, holding her breath.
"Yeah, I promise to...to...you know--love you for as long as I'm breathin' too. Prolly even after."
"You make me feel like I am somebody, and you make me wanna do better," he finished.
River squealed, yes squealed, since it was the first time he had said how he felt, out loud anyway, in a very long time--and threw her arms around his neck to kiss him.
But before she did, she whispered, "Man and Wife."
He laughed, and as her lips met his he pulled her down to the bed and rolled her under him. Jayne broke the kiss after a few moments and asked, confused, "So. Was that it? We married now? Seems a little too easy and I don't remember a preacher bein' here."
"Well, not yet," she answered. "Don't need a man of God to proclaim what we already know. But you need to get me a ring to mark me as yours and the we have to consummate our vows to..."
Shoving her aside, Jayne hastily dug in the bag by the bed. But he'd smoked the last of his cigars last night, and he tended to rip off the bands just before he lit them.
River watched him, intrigued as he jumped up and practically ransacked the room. He held up a grenade and eyed the pin. Then he put it back in the ruck sack.
It might have worked, but what would he have done with a live grenade?
Jayne was ready to give up when he noticed that the string on his blanket was coming unraveled at the end. He pulled on it roughly...and it unraveled some more. With a huff, he reached over her, grabbed Binky, cut the fibers swiftly and shoved the knife back into it's sheath.
River smiled excitedly when she finally realized what he intended and held out her left hand. Jayne gently wrapped the the yarn around her finger, knotted it off after several revolutions and kissed it when he was done.
"Tied the knot!" she announced proudly.
River then tackled him with a laugh and he caught her close flipped her over and began tickling her. River squirmed and tried to escape, barely able to breathe--she was so very ticklish.
But after a few moments, she stopped resisting and began squirming and gasping for a completely different reason:
Jayne was an excellent marksman and always hit his target. This also held true for his tongue.
All River could do was grab hold of the mattress and enjoy the ride, because Jayne loved to bring her to the very edge this way, then send her over just as he entered her. He reveled in the way she felt as her muscles contracted around him, as she arched up bringing him deeper, and in hearing her softly moan his name in ecstasy
And this is exactly what he did. Smiling with manly pride, he basked in her afterglow for a moment before he began thrusting into her, powerfully.
River was a small-ish woman, and sometimes she looked downright frail. But Jayne knew better. He knew how much she could take and how much she would demand of him. IF she felt like he was holding back at all, she'd growl at him, "Deeper, harder!" and wrap her legs around him to make sure he did so. She'd scratch him, bite him, even flip HIM over and ride him HARD till they both came if she thought for a second that he was being gentle for fear of hurting her.
She was also very flexible.
So, Jayne ceased holding back a long time ago; tonight was no different. Without stopping his thrusts he grabbed her left leg behind her knee and put it on his right shoulder. He leaned over onto his right elbow to free his own left hand and with his calloused thumb Jayne assaulted her swollen clit.
"More!" she begged frantically, and bit his shoulder. Then River dug her other heel into his waist and rose up to meet his thumb and thrusts. She closed her eyes and pulled his head down so that their foreheads touched.
"River...look at me," he choked out and paused mid-thrust, waiting--holding on by a thread, for her to do so.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I know," she whispered back, tearing up.
It was difficult, but they both managed to keep their eyes open, looking deeply into each others' as they came together.
Breathing hard and fast as he lay atop her, Jayne rose up, kissed her lips lightly and whispered, "Man...and Wife."
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After leaving the galley and dropping down into their room, Jayne barely managed to get his fly unbuttoned and pants down to his knees before River shoved him down into the chair. She yanked up her skirt and once again he found himself grateful that she hardly ever wore underwear. Jayne grabbed her by the waist and helped her climb on.
River held tightly to the chair's back with her good left arm, and wrapped her legs around him and the legs of the chair beneath his ass. She was wild with abandon, rough and demanding as always, and he let her take control.
This time, he was the one who could only hang on and enjoy the ride.
Later, once they had moved their exertions to the bed, Jayne held River closely with one strong arm wrapped around her shoulders. The other hand he placed lightly on her stomach, and he chuckled.
"What?" she asked.
"Got so excited kissin' on ya that I didn't get to see their faces when they found out we was married. No way in hell I'm missin' the fun when we tell 'em 'bout this!"
Just then his stomach rubbled and they both laughed.
"Yeah, not much'll keep me from your pancakes. Prolly none left," he said disappointed.
"Can't let my dragon-slayer go unfed. He'll need his strength to face the music. I'll make more," she promised. "It will give you time to tell the others of our impending parenthood. Don't sit next to Simon," she warned.
As an after-thought, she added: "And hide the knives."