A Bridget Jones/ Rayne drabble
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Jayne had expected sweet and simple the first time their lips met. Thought he might even have to give the girl a few lessons to start. The idea of teaching River how to explore his mouth with his own sent his head spinning.
Except, the gorram girl unexpectedly grabbed him one day when they was working up a sweat storing cargo. They were working side by side, doused in perspiration and flushed with exertion when it happened. The girl stopped dead in her tracks and locked her wild eyes carnally into Jayne's. His piercing blue eyes silently answered her fervent call.
River enticingly crawled her way up atop a crate to level herself to the mercenary's height, never once breaking their gaze. She wrapped her slender arms around Jayne's neck and tipped her head down catching his waiting lips with her own. Hungrily, she pressed her warm mouth against his. The kiss was like a slow, seductive dance. Silky flesh chased in and out, each passionately abiding the others movement. Tongues darted across swollen lips to savor the salty and sweet that lingered. Jayne's mouth was aflame when River at last pulled away and smiled serenely.
A sexy smirk encapsulated Jayne's face as he leaned in once again. He stopped just short of Rivers red swollen lips and spoke in a husky tone. "Wait a minute… fancy core bred girls don't kiss like that."
River leaned in closer, her honeyed breath taunting him, and replied with equal voracity. "Oh, yes they gorram do."