Moonlight & Serenades Part X
Sequel to: Tea & a Tango for Two
Author: Brandywine00
Rating: NC-18, MATURE ADULT. Really.
Disclaimer: I don't own, nor do I make any cashy-money from this. Joss is Boss! Lyrics not mine either, but belong to the most gorram awesome band EVER: Metallica! Thanks Jellie_RayneLuv for the quick and awesome beta!
By special request for BigBadJayne…
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~Eire Moon, on the Rim~
Inara kissed him for all she was worth, stealing the breath from his lungs and the thoughts from his mind.
It took Jayne all of a half-second, just long enough for his brows to come back down from his hairline and his arms to wrap around her, for him to kiss her back with just as much intensity. She was still a bit teary, still had her pretty brows knit together, and she didn't seem to be letting him up any time soon.
Suited Jayne just fine. Weren't the first time he'd been held hostage, but was gorram certain the sweetest and the only time he'd probably shoot anyone what tried to rescue him.
Inara had him pinned against the cool white stone with a silky, bare thigh pressed along each side of his ribs. She held his face captive in her slender hands, keeping him where she wanted him while she plundered his willing mouth.
Threading his fingers into her nearly dried curls, Jayne groaned deep and returned the tender, frenzied assault. Her legs flexed in response along his sides, matching rhythm with the thrusting dance of their tongues. The wild abandon of their movements had awakened John Thomas again, who was doing his best to join the crusade each time her sweet, wriggling bottom swayed within range.
Suddenly, she pulled away from his mouth to level an intense stare at him, breathing heavy as she braced her hands on his shoulders. Before Jayne could get a word out, or even make a suggestion with his hands, she raised herself up from his stomach, reached between her thighs and grasped the hardened length of his diao with surprisingly strong fingers.
"Just try to tell me you don't want me," she demanded, stroking the undeniable evidence of his desire.
Jayne opened his mouth to answer, but another stroke, this time directing the sensitive head along her slick opening, caused his moan to drown whatever the guay he'd been about to say.
"Tell me you can walk away, never again to feel me surrounding you, like a glove perfectly crafted just for you," she breathed hard, rubbing the tip back and forth along her hot ni yin. "Tell me you want me to go away, leave you be."
He arched up toward her waiting depths. Her aggressiveness and the heady woman-scent of her drifting in the air aroused him so much that the words tripped up in his throat.
"Because I don't think you want that at all, do you my Jayne?" she purred sweetly. In an instant, she had impaled herself upon him, gasping with pleasure and closing her eyes as he filled her entirely.
"I don't think you want that, Jayne," she whispered, opening those dark, knowing eyes to stare through him. The soft honey of her voice rolling across his name nearly caused him to peak as Inara ground against the base of his shaft and leaned down to graze his chest with her erect nipples. "Of course, I could be wrong."
Slowly, she raised herself off his sex-slicked shaft until only the swollen tip remained seated within her. Undulating her hips, she gripped the remaining bit of him with her inner muscles, and let her teeth toy with her lower lip. She slid just a bit further down, causing him to spike up to her, but she was ready for that, lifting herself quickly away, just far enough to keep the same amount of his diao inside her. Her hips kept making those swirls around the throbbing tip.
"Am I wrong, Jayne? Do you want me to stop? Do you want me to quit bothering you?" The questions came out softly, almost innocently, but Jayne heard the insecurity trembling behind them. "Do you truly want to say goodbye?"
Catching her up against his broad chest, Jayne wrapped his arms around her and rolled them together to bring his body over hers, now firmly planted between her thighs. Holding himself perfectly still, he wrestled hard against the urge to pull back and thrust over and over again into the wonderful silk surrounding him. Not yet. First things first.
"Woman, you've gotta be outta your beautiful noggin," he whispered, letting a smile break across his face. "I know I'm a dumb hundan. Ain't the most book-read dumbass floatin'. But I ain't no fool!"
Sliding most of the way out of her, he eased back into her heavenly core just as slowly, setting a gentle rhythm that showed no sign of ending anytime soon. For several minutes, they both seemed to be lost in the meeting of bodies. Inara let her head fall back, arching her body up to meet his advance until her breath grew stilted and fast.
"But you… you said," she managed in a pleasure-drenched whisper between his strokes, "that you couldn't be happy with me… and you didn't want… our relationship to go further… aiya, Jayne, do that again!"
"Knowed… I weren't no good with words," he groaned, as the haze of pleasure crept into his muscles and his mind. "But gorram it, darlin'," he paused long enough to feather a kiss across her lips. "'Parently, I'm a sight worse than I reckoned – Oh, yeah, 'Nara… so good when ya lift up like that – if what all I said made you think I didn't wanna be with you."
A gasp caught in her throat as he shifted his hips for a deeper angle and ran his mouth down the length of her neck.
"Said… you couldn't lie… anymore."
"Mmmmm, mmm-hmmm?" Jayne murmured as his mouth kept moving toward her beautiful, perfect breasts. "Can't." Taking one sweet peak in his mouth, he pulled her up to him until she was straddling his lap. Without missing a beat, she ground herself down upon him, leaning back against the arm he had tight around her back while he continued to run his mouth across her flesh.
"You said you wanted me to go back to the Core." She ran her fingers through his hair, clasping his head to her chest. "And you didn't want to go. Didn't want me to stay out here."
Jayne rasped his beard gently across her nipples, loving the way it made her gasp and tighten her core around him. "Ain't what I said a'tall," he answered with a frustrated sigh. "Said I couldn't ask ya to stay, if ya wanted to go back. Only lie was when I said I wouldn't follow ya there."
His mouth retraced the path back to her neck and under her jaw. When he reached her plump lips again, she met the long, sliding strokes of his tongue with her own.
"Don't want ya to go back there. Understand if ya do. Just…" he pulled her tight against him, pressing his face in her hair. Jayne didn't think he'd ever get tired of the feel of her hair against his skin.
Inara stroked the muscles of his back. "Just…?"
He sighed heavily. "Just… if ya do go… better know… I aim to go with ya, dong ma?"
A breeze had kicked up again, so he wasn't sure if her shiver was from cold or from her thoughts. He rubbed his hands up and down her back to warm her as much as to revel in the feel of her skin against him.
"You'd be miserable there. You know that, don't you?" She asked sadly.
"Not near as miserable as I'd be any place where you ain't."
Inara pulled back enough to search his face. Her big brown eyes were getting that glassy sheen of tears again.
"An' don't try an' tell me otherwise, 'cause believe me, I know. Can't count the times I 'bout jumped ship, packed up an' ready to catch the next freighter headed toward yer trainin' house."
He palmed her cheek in one large, work-worn hand. "Ain't lettin' ya go again, 'Nara. Can't. Yer stuck with me, however you'll have me."
He leaned to capture her lips, his chest about to explode when she met him halfway. Her kiss held none of the frenzy, none of the earlier desperation, yet was filled with an intensity that shook him to his core.
"However I'll have you?" She whispered against his burning lips, wrapping her legs at the small of his back and settling into a steady rhythm against him. "Are you certain you're willing to go that far, Jayne?"
Sliding his hands to grip her smooth hips, he helped her raise and lower herself on him, gently lifting his hips to meet her with each stroke.
"Ain't never been more sure of nothin' in my life, bao bei," he vowed, grinning a bit at himself and the kind of love-sick sentiments he figured he'd never let get hold of him. "Gotta be with ya, 'Nara. Nothin' else matters."
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The night's revelry had wound down to a few slow fiddle strains and guitar catering to die-hard few who refused to let the night end.
Emmit glanced up from the stump he sat on, ready to pack away his fiddle and head home, but a movement stopped him. At the edge of the clearing, two shapes emerged, though at a distance they were pressed so closely they could be mistaken for one form. The large, dangerous mercenary held the lovely, petite Companion tight with a well-muscled arm possessively wrapped around her dainty waist.
The old fiddler smiled at the sight. No doubt the two had come from the Lover's Falls, judging from the dampness of the man's clothing and the moon-eyes they made at each other. Sliding his bow across the strings, Emmit let the plaintive restrain transition into an older, lighter ballad. He couldn't remember the words, but it was a well-known melody of love found and lost and fought for and claimed again.
The two lovers hesitated at the edge of the bonfire's light. Crew from that ship what brought the seed that would keep their little settlement life. Most of the space folk had wandered back to their ship, or off to their own designs.
The man, gun hand from the looks of the wicked armaments clinging to his damp clothes, stared down at his partner, taking a slender hand in his much larger one, and pulled her into the clearing with a sort of bow.
She was a beauty for certain, Emmit thought, laying the bow a little stronger in hopes they'd take up the tune. Her smile at the elder man's gesture gave him a warm glow, but that paled to the blinding beauty that came when she turned the smile to her man and curtsied.
Sweeping her up in his arms, the rugged fellow twirled her around the bonfire for the rest of the song. Emmit played an extra couple of stanzas for them, rather sad to see them stop their dance.
Escorting her to a seat, a long fallen log that had been pulled from the forest for the festivities, the big man walked over to Emmit and whispered low. The old man's grin split his face as he nodded, waving toward the unused guitar sitting beside him.
The younger man plucked a few times to gauge the tuning, then turned out a song from long, long ago. Emmit let the soft sound of his fiddle drift up in harmony, and was surprised when the man added his deep voice to the melody.
"So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters."
His steady gaze never left the dark-haired beauty as his voice carried his feelings for her.
"Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
and nothing else matters."
She rose, gliding across the packed dirt to him like a queen floating across the marble floors of a palace.
"Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
and nothing else matters…"
The old man turned his head and packed away his fiddle as quietly as he could, not wanting to intrude on the kiss between the two. Smiling to himself, he headed down the street to his own true love, humming the song to himself.
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