Series:Moonlight and Serenades Part II
Sequel to: Tea & a Tango for Two
Firefly fanfic by Brandywine00
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own nor make any cashy money from these wonderful folks. Joss is Boss.
Author's note: This started out as a one-shot, but has decided itself to be a sequel to Tea & a Tango for Two. Some spoilers to the show and BDM.
Also, moonbows are a natural occurrence here on Earth, such as at Cumberland Falls, KY.
By special request, for BigBadJayne…
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~Eire Moon, on the Rim~
The satiny dress dropped to her feet as she stepped out of it. Hands softer than that rich fabric gently laid it on the rock with her pretty shawl, the one that had just touched those marvelously smooth shoulders. Part of a woman that didn't generally get much attention, but called out like a broadwave for a man's lips to brush across gentle and sweet.
His lips ached, as he watched her from the shadowed treeline, remembering how it felt to slide over that fine skin, from silky shoulder to the tender nape of her elegant neck. Remembering the shivers his mouth had coaxed from her as it roamed her supple body. Remembering how she had come completely, wantonly undone beneath him, yet had completely unraveled his whole being at the same time.
The delicious flush of memory nearly caused him to break from his cover in the woods, dive head-first from the white shores into the water to join her, but he held himself in check. Inara hadn't given him any sure sign that his attentions were still welcome, though the revived relationship she'd sought with Mal after Miranda had petered out fairly quick.
She'd been more friendly to Jayne than before their one shared night, softer looks, gentler tone when she spoke to him. But she'd not been alone with him for more than a few minutes since getting back on the ship. Uncertainty with women weren't a feeling he had much dealings with, and the whole situation had him all twisted up inside.
"Sometimes, a woman just needs time to think on things," his Ma's voice echoed across the star miles. "Get things set straight in her mind afore she jumps into a situation."
He knew her world had been turned ass-over-teakettle in just a few months, finding out what the Alliance she'd supported had done to a whole world of its subjects. Top it off with her precious Companion's Guild suspending her license to take clients, what with her up and leaving with 'the pirate Reynolds' and her part in exposing the horrors of the dead planet Miranda.
"Pendin' review, my muscular buttocks," Jayne muttered. Finest damned woman on all worlds spinning, 'cepting his Ma of course, and they had to 'review' whether she was good enough for them to associate with.
When he'd seen her slip quietly into the woods alone, Jayne told himself he only followed to guard her. Keep her safe from any man who might get any wrongful ideas, finding a beautiful woman alone in the woods. He knew very well what kind of ideas those were, was trying his damnedest to shove them to the back of his mind.
Hard enough to do, when the fantasies had actual memory to back them up. Outright impossible when she shed those fancy clothes and stood there on the white moonlit sand, bare as the day she was born. Mist from the falls sprayed up to dance in her long dark hair like a thousand stars, covering her satiny skin in dew he'd about die to taste.
Jayne felt his fingers burn as she drew her own hands slowly up her body, gently teasing her own breasts like she imagined a lover. Twin desires spiked through him, that he would be that lover again, and that in her mind right now, she pictured those hands skimming across her body were his.
She'd come to him that night, months ago, looking for the fire and passion her strict career didn't allow room for. He'd obliged, fulfilling her every wish and his every unlikely dream. Not long afterward, she'd left Serenity, and returned to her own world to teach at the Companions' training house.
He'd slogged on as usual, doing jobs with the crew, tucking away that night spent in her arms as the best, and most like only, slice of heaven he'd ever taste. He never let on afterwards that his 'verse had been altered, wouldn't – couldn't – be the same ever again.
After her return to Serenity, he'd kept his promise, hadn't spoken a word or given a hinting glance of his feelings for her, though they grew stronger each day. As expected, she and Mal had resumed their own dance, and Jayne hadn't tried to cut in.
Weren't too long, nor too surprising, when they'd called it quits. No big fight. No yelling. No hurled insults. Mal hadn't even called her "whore." They'd just sorta calmly fell into a neutral co-existence on the ship.
Inara floated now on her back, the glow from Eire's two sister moons lighting her with an otherworldly shine. Her full breasts rose from the water as round and firm as those two moons in the sky. Trails of water danced across her skin as dipped a hand in the lake and let the silvery liquid trail slowly onto her body. Her long, slender legs flexed slowly, sending ripples out into the lake.
Jayne leaned against a tall straight birch, one hand still on the butt of his Le Mat, half closing his eyes to relish the image those sultry legs against red velvet, quivering from his kisses up her calves, behind her knees, between those firm delicious thighs.
Feeling himself grow full and hard, he eased his free hand across the tightening rise in his pants, stroking lightly against the straining canvas while he watched her luxuriate in the private lake. As if reading his mind, she slid a hand down her wet body, slipping her middle fingers into the dark juncture between her legs, drawing them back achingly slow, easing them back to disappear again. His breath grew heavy as he gripped the heated ridge through the cloth and stroked in time with her own sweet hand, feeling the need growing with each unhurried pass.
Gorram fool! His senses shouted out to him, snapping him from ecstasy at the shuffling sound behind him. Drawing the revolver, he spun to face the danger, both relieved and chagrined as a startled deer took flight.
Jayne blew out a hard sigh, chuckling low at his luck, yet chastened at letting even a deer get the drop on him. Had that been a real threat… he didn't pursue that line of thought, but gave the trees another hard scan to make sure no one had slipped by him. Satisfied, he turned resume his vigil of the bathing beauty.
She was gone.
Alarms blaring in his mind, he searched the lake's surface for her form, for signs of movement beneath the water. No trace on the beach, nor in the pale rocks, nor under the spray of the falls.
White-hot fear speared through him as he launched himself toward the beach. Gorram townie! No, his mind calculated as he tore from the trees, making a bee-line for the spot she'd last been in. Not any of those farmers had the stealth to get by him unawares. Reavers wouldn't be so quiet, animal woulda made some noise. What the hell had happened to her?
"Inara!?" his voice echoed off the stone cliffs.
Tossing his weapons atop her abandoned gown, he dove into the water, still frantically calling her name.
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