Moonlight & Serenades Part V
Sequel to: Tea & a Tango for Two
Author: Brandywine00
Rating: NC-18. And I mean it in this chapter. Consider yourself warned!
Disclaimer: I don't own, nor do I make any cashy money from this. Joss is Boss!
Thanks Jellie_RayneLuv for the beta!

By special request for BigBadJayne…

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~Eire Moon, on the Rim~

Inara stared through the droplets caught in her lashes, into the Jayne's intense blue eyes. "Whistle – ?"

"Yeah. Ya coulda just whistled," he said, brushing a broad thumb across her quivering lips as he thought back on an old Earth-that-Was vid that his Ma and sisters had gone bibbledy over. "Ya know how to whistle, don'cha Inara?"

Her growing smile, and the feel of her bare nipples hardening against his thin wet shirt, told him she did indeed. With wide eyes, she opened her mouth in a pretty 'O', allowing him to slide his thumb inside. She sucked lightly, swirling her tongue against the callused pad, never taking her gaze from his.

Jayne felt his breath hitch as she drew her lips and tongue and teeth lightly up to the tip of his thumb, dwelling there to let the wet pink tip of her tongue flicker at the end. "I've heard," she said, moving to give long, slow licks up his fingers, "You just… put your lips… together… and blow…," she finished, using the pressure of her skillful mouth to pull his longest finger deep into the heat between her lips.

Still bare to the water and her naked thighs, his aroused diao grew harder with each velvety stroke of her tongue. Wanting sure footing, he pulled her away a bit, and fished in the water to pull his pants back around his waist, not bothering to fasten the buttons. He held her close to his body, and swam to the low-lying boulders closer to the base of the falls. The mist was thicker here, shrouding them in a hazy cocoon, the rushing water muffling the sounds of the night. Catching a foothold on an shelf of the rocks beneath the water, he took her slender waist in both big hands and lifted her effortlessly onto the smooth stone.

She looked like a gorram mermaid, or one of those sirens from the old sailor stories that drove a man so crazy with need that he'd crash on the rocks just to be with her. She leaned back onto her elbows, watching him from the dark fringe of her lashes as he unbuttoned his drenched shirt, dragging it back off his shoulders, unfastening the cuffs.

He peeled it off slow, giving her a good, long look as he undressed for her. Giving himself a few moments to collect his calm. These last few months had been hell on him, that's for sure, a torment he hadn't expected when they'd parted.

Jayne hadn't never pined over a woman, not in all the years he'd been a man. But Inara leaving Serenity made a hole in him he hadn't expected. Didn't know how to fill. He'd meant what he said, that her high-fallutin' world wasn't for him, and that he wouldn't ask her to abandon it for him.

Never woulda dreamed a woman like her would come back to the Black, choose to live on some dinged-up old transport, not once she got back to the fancy life with her own kind. But damned if she hadn't, staying on board even after the Operative who'd come after them had called off the chase, got the wanted alerts cleared off each of them.

Sure as nine hells would'na figured her to pick up with him where they left off all them months ago. Every day she'd been back, he felt like his chest was stuck in a vise, the crank getting turned tighter and tighter each day. Even though the pressure eased up a bit when the thing with Mal died off, just seeing her each day… walking in the wake of her perfume, hearing her laugh in another room… she got his head all befuzzled without even trying to, made his gut tighten up like he was getting ready for a punch.

Seeing as how it had been her that had come to him that first time, asking him to lay her down good and proper – and he'd damned sure done that – Jayne figured if she wanted a repeat performance, she'd have let him know. Several long months had passed, and no sign. Though it killed him to sit and wait and hope, he'd played things cool and friendly-like, laughing at her jokes, smiling when he passed her in the hallway, hanging back when he played bodyguard to her and Kaylee and little River on shopping trips.

He struggled to keep his calm unshaken, while she floated around Serenity like a fairy princess. Like a star-lit goddess in the middle of the Black. What the ruttin' hell could a hard man like him offer a woman like her, besides a bodyguard and a bit of pleasure in the night?

Well, she certainly looked like she'd take his offer right now. She worked the edge of her plump bottom lip with pearly white teeth, as her dark, smoldering gaze took in every inch of his skin, watched intensely as he balanced one foot on the rock to unlace and pry off his drowned boots. He laid them high up on the rocks with the discarded shirt, and eased his hands down his abdomen, hooking the waistband of his pants. If protection and loving were all the use she had for him, he'd make ruttin' sure it was the best she'd ever got. Woman had spent her life looking to the pleasure of others, 'bout gorram time somebody saw to hers. Jayne relished the thought of making it a full-time job.

The waterline reached just to his upper thighs, and he saw her breasts rise and fall a little quicker, a little heavier when he scrolled the heavy canvas of his pants down his lean hips. Her pupils darkened as his John Thomas made an appearance, thick and full, jutting up out of the water at attention. He tossed the pants with the rest of his clothes, and moved to stand tall between her parted legs, teasing his palms up her outer thighs. Wetting his lips, Jayne let his eyes drink in every beautiful inch of her perfect body, anticipation causing a shiver in his muscles.

"Well, lookee here what I found. A pretty little mermaid, all lovely an' lonesome."

He let his fingers trail down the top of her thighs, sliding them to the tender undersides behind her upraised knees. "Might oughta be careful, little mermaid. Hear tell there's fearsome sea creatures about these parts."

"A sea creature, you say," Inara said, widening her eyes in mock fear. "How will I know it? Is it very large?"

"Oh, yeah, it's big. Real big!" Brushing his hot staff against the delicate flesh of her inner thighs, he laughed low and devilishly. "Fierce beastie, with one eye to stare right into you. And powerful hungry. Near starved. Fear he may gobble a sweet little thing like you right up, mermaid."

"I'm not afraid of a ferocious sea creature," she boasted, rubbed her thigh against his diao. The coolness of her naked skin against his hot flesh brought him dangerously close to abandoning their play. He closed his eyes, overcome by the temptation to just plunge himself into her slick, wet slit and –

The Callahan full-bore autolock has a double-guage throughway, customized trigger, and fires at a rate of –

"Jayne?"

Jayne opened his eyes, a flush creeping up his neck. "Didn't say that out loud, did I?"

Her laughter was like bells, but she shook her head, causing droplets of mist to fall from her dark curls. "No, bao bei, you didn't say anything."

He huffed a sigh of relief. In her line of work, he was sure Inara understood a man's need to sometimes distract his mind before his animal urges got things over with too quick. He just didn't want to prove that to her in the here and now.

"But your lips were moving," she added.

"Hmmph. Beast's been hungry so long, damned near starvin' for this tender little morsel," he said. He ran his hands up the mist-dampened skin of her belly, cupping her full, firm breasts in his palms. His thumbs brushed the dark nipples pointing up to the starry sky. She shivered, arching her chest up into his hands. He brought his head to meet the hardened buds, breathing hot, then cool over the sensitive flesh.

"Don't wanna rush through his feast. Wants to take his time, enjoy every bit slow and easy," he said. His tongue slid to tantalize the very tips of her nipples, pulling back when she pushed up farther to his mouth. She gave a short huff, and ground her hot center against his groin in frustration. Jayne laughed low and quiet in his throat. "Slow and easy."

"Ooooh, Jayne, the mermaid is starving, too!" she said. "I haven't had – "

She held her tongue, but the bright moonlight told on her, allowing him to see her blush. He gently rolled and plucked the buds between his thumbs and fingers, placing light kisses along the heightened flush of her neck and throat.

"Been a while for you too, has it, mermaid?"

"A long while, Jayne." She admitted quietly. "The last time was in my shuttle, before I left Serenity. A certain lusty mercenary had his way with me."

He raised his head to look into her face, stunned. "Not since we…"

She shook her head. "I didn't contract when I left the ship, and instructors don't take clients at the training house. The Guild suspended my license after I left, and Mal and I never… well, I don't care to go into that. So… no, not since we shared the night. You're the last man I've shared union with, Jayne."

"Huh," he said simply, surprised. "I figured at the Companion school…"

"No, our facility taught only young women. And, enjoyable as sex with another woman is, it's just not the same."

That little tidbit brought a surge through his staff, the image of Inara and her lady-councilor client playing in his mind. Unbidden images of nubile young Companions in training receiving a very hands-on instruction from this lovely lady nearly brought him to release. He bit down on the inside of his cheek, his clenched jaw working to control the sudden burst of desire.

"Woman, if ya don't want me to fire off this rocket right now, ya'll hold off on talkin' about other women," he rasped.

Damned if she didn't laugh again, a wicked gleam in her big brown eyes.

"Then I suppose you don't want to hear about the private, in-depth 'continuing education' studies I needed with our House Mistress, Sheydra. Her specialty, really. She does this delightful thing with her mouth, where she – "

Jayne kissed her hard, sliding his tongue into her, dragging his fevered lips across the silk of her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his ribs, digging her nails into the skin of his back. He moaned, heard her echo the sound, and capturing her lower lip in his teeth.

"'Nara," he growled, not letting go. "That's twice tonight I think ya tried to kill me!"

Stroking his diao along her velvety folds, he plundered her mouth with his, letting every ounce of desire he'd felt over these long months pour into the kiss. Inara responded, pushing her svelte body up into him, clutching his back as if she were trying to pull the whole of him into herself.

Breaking the kiss, he stared down into her shining dark eyes.

"Tell me what you want, Mermaid. Tell me what you want me to do for you."

With a fire he'd never seen in her before, she pushed against his shoulders. "I want you to lay down on this stone, Jayne. I want you to lay back, and let me do what I please with your body. I want to have my way with you, Jayne."

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