Chapter 5

AN-Ok, so I had to do some digging (and subsequently some math) to figure out this whole 'just how old is everyone issue'. Now Madisyn is four years older than River-so she's twenty-one. Numerous sites on the internet give DOBs for characters in Firefly so I've calculated (and it is the internet and my shoddy math so feel free to correct) that, since Simon flat out tells us River is seventeen, that Jayne is forty. Yep. And based on info I got off the web, that said they got it off the movie, Mal is twelve (read that Twelve) years older than Jayne. So…Fifty-two. Now, I'm gonna let you all absorb that. Then forget it because…dude. You serious? Something must have gone seriously wrong somewhere. I'd say no one on that boat (with the exception of our dear Shepherd) is past their forties. So…suspend math (because it sucks) and let's just pretend life's what it looks like.

Waking up next to someone wasn't usual for Madisyn Morgan. Uh…strike that. I guess it's Madisyn Cobb now…?

But it was especially odd because she wasn't in the relatively respectable position she'd been in when she fell asleep. No, now her nightgown was hiked up around her waist and she and her 'husband' were wrapped up together like a birthday present. And was that, pressing against her thigh…was that a-! Yep. Happy birthday to me. The dirtier part of her mind smirked. An erection, just what I've always wanted.

Shut up! Another half chimed in. Besides, don't all guys wake up…jolly?

Well, dirty Madi (or syn) rejoined I'm just glad he's waking up 'jolly' with me.

Madisyn forced herself to stop thinking for a moment. It was too early to have to deal with her brain just yet. Or so she assumed. She couldn't see a clock and there was no way she could extract herself gracefully without Mr. Cobb's assistance.

But she had to admit; waking up beside Jayne (if you could call it 'beside') had a certain…comfort to it. He was warm, and…well altogether cuddly. His stubble gently rasped her face when she moved her head from the hollow formed between his neck and his shoulder. It almost tickled. And he smelled pretty good for a guy. As she studied him and allowed herself to really feel his body against hers…something started to tug deep in her stomach. She felt an odd yearning for him.

I do not want him to want me. I don't!

Yet she wasn't a child. She knew her body's reactions. And she'd be lying if she said her body wasn't telling her she was ready for him. She'd also be lying if she denied she…kind of wanted him. A bit. Sorta.

Ok, a lot.

Stupid, stupid Madi. You're going to go for it aren't you? You're just going to say 'hump it' and go!

Yeah, yeah. You only live once. And it's not like I've ever been married before. I may as well try it out!

Before she could argue with herself more Jayne's breathing changed, he made a grunting sound and shifted slightly. He tightened his burly arms around her. And she sighed in contentment.

But she couldn't resist; she squirmed a little, pressing herself deeper into his embrace, making sure to 'accidentally' nudge his John Thomas with her leg, a soft, feminine moaning sigh aimed right toward his ear.

His body started to respond, pulling her even closer, he started to nuzzle her neck…and with her pleased sigh he began to wake up.

….

"Uh," Jayne pulled back from the blond all tangled up with him "morning."

"Morning Jayne." She smiled and pressed closer to him.

Ah, shit. What do I do?

"I guess," Madisyn spoke quietly, her voice a little husky form sleep, "since we're married and all, I could ask you a question…?"

She looked so damned good. And 'damned' was the operative word. The Shepherd's words about that 'special Hell' floated back into his mind.

No, not gonna flip her over and pull that damned flimsy gown over her head. …ah gorramit! It's all already pulled up, her legs are so smooth-No! Stop!

She was arched back to look him in the face, even though she was doing that adorable looking-down thing she did, and it caused her lower parts to push against his, and her breasts were right there, swelling outta her top and-

"Uh, yeah." He cleared his throat. "You kin ask me a question. Sure."

Damn with that little giggle of hers! He was already hard; had been dreamin' of her of all things.

"So, um…" She blushed and looked down again. "Is it true that men always wake up…with uh…"

She is not. No way in gorram hell is she talkin' 'bout... She pressed her hips gently but firmly against his before pulling back just a little.

"With an…erection?"

"Uh!" He grunted in a startled sorta manner. She gave him a soft, blushing smile and laid her head back down on his shoulder. Jayne found it was a might easier to talk when she wasn't peerin' up at him beneath her angel eyelashes and her sex kitten hair. "Well, uh…I guess, yeah, it's pretty common. You kin say."

"Hmm." She thrummed throatily. "I was wondering if maybe…" She trailed off and his mouth went dry.

"If maybe?"

"Ah," she shook her head and he could feel her skin heatin' in another blush, "it's nothing. Forget I said anything."

"Now, now." Why are you goin' down this road?! Don't do it! "You kin tell old Jaynie, bao bei. We are marrit after all." He tried to give her a cheeky but reassurin' smile and nudged her gently with his knee.

She was still blushin' somethin' fierce but she answered with an unsure and sheepish but (dare he hope) dreamy look on her face. "I was just wondering if maybe…it was…for me." She finished softly but threw in "Or something."

Does she want it to've been for her?! Cause I'll be stript nekkid and flown about in my own hometown if it tweren't.

"Madi…" He wanted to groan aloud and take her right then and there but he knew it'd be bad. She was just a girl with an evil sadistic crazy-man out to get her…But he did groan, just a little, and he pulled her close, burying his face in her hair and breathed deep.

"Jayne…" she sighed, one little hand slidin' up to hold on to his neck.

"Madi, it's not…not for you." He felt a little strangulation as he tried to…hell he didn't know what.

Madisyn pulled back, thrusting her chest up and pushing her hips to his again. "Jayne?" She asked in a quiet little voice, her eyes were at half mast and he'd be damned if she didn't keep starin' at his mouth and licking her lips.

"Yes, darlin'?" He more rumbled than talked. But he couldn't pull himself together enough to have a polite conversation when she was makin' those squirmy little moves against him.

"I, uh…" She licked her lips again, and with a soft moan, closed her eyes and leaned into him. Pressing her lips against his.

For what must have been a full lifetime Jayne Cobb's world stopped. Not that he was planet-side or anything…

Oh, Madi…My Madi… He groaned and held her closer, one hand stroking her back, the other wrapped in her hair, cradlin' her head so he could mold his lips to hers better.

Jayne wasn't a champion kisser by any means. Hell, he went out of his way, purposeful, like to avoid any mouth on mouth contact. But with this little bundle of tasty in his arms…in his bed…crawling up on top of him!

"Madi!" He panted, pulling back from her and trying to force his hips down and away from where they really, really wanted to be.

She took a shaky breath as well, her pulse hammered in her throat and it fascinated him. After a few moments she looked around and seemed to realize what was going on.

"I can't believe I just did that…I'm sorry." She looked mortified and squirmed off of him. Which of course only made her wriggle against all the places he shouldn't have wanted her to.

"Don't worry bout it bao bei. I, uh…I'm just gonna…" he frowned, unable to even come up with a good excuse. The girl's gettin' to yeh, Jayne. He warned himself.

"I just-" she seemed to stutter. "I've never done that before I-well, I mean I guess I have but…" She trailed off, and that dreamy look came back into her eye.

Oh no. Stop her right there Jayne Cobb. She licked her lips while staring at his again and he stopped thinkin'. With that cute little confused frown on her face…he pulled her face to his and fused his lips to hers.

This is what you want. Madi, my Madi. He was in heaven, pressed against his girl. And she was his. Right? We're marrit. That's all that matters. Oh, my Madi…

……

Madisyn couldn't help herself. Jayne was just so…just so damned delectable! You're in over your head girl. She tried to warn herself but she was to busy trying to touch as much of Jayne as possible to listen.

"Oh, Jayne." She sighed as he turned her over and pressed her deeper into the bunk. He was so big, he made her feel so feminine and protected. "Jayne!" she gasped when his head dipped down to let him do something wicked to her neck. She clutched at him and arched against him and tried to get inside him. She couldn't get close enough. She needed more.

"More!" She gasped the word just as he groaned it.

"Oh, Jayne. Jayne!" She couldn't stop saying his name.

Probably because you're too far gone to think of anything smart to say, hormone slave.

Shut up! Stop trying to ruin it!

"Madi…" Jayne groaned and he crawled on top of her; his big, calloused hands sliding against the bare skin at her waist, sliding her nightgown up even higher.

"Yes. Yes Jayne." She panted and tried to get a hand on his pant's buttons. He groaned again at the contact and she realized she really, really loved the sound.

"Jayne, do you know where in Gorram Hell your little wife-y is?" Mal's voice interrupted from the intercom yet again.

"Shit!" Jayne's eyes were wide and he practically jumped off of her. Madi groaned and threw her head back. Gorram captain has to ruin everything doesn't he? She wanted to yell and hit something because she knew by the way Jayne flung himself off that he wouldn't get back into that bunk with her easily. And she was really starting to never want to leave it.

"Uh, yeah Cap'n." Jayne was breathing heavily and Madisyn was quickly getting cold without his body heat. But she refused to push her nightgown back where it went or to pull up the sheets in an attempt to convince her man that he wanted to pick up where they were interrupted.

"Well then, where is she? Kaylee went inta see what our newest stray eats for to break her fast and she ain't there."

"Uh, she's right here Mal." Jayne seemed to busy catching his breath and staring at Madi's naked, flushed flesh and tousled hair to say anything else.

"Huh." There was a pause before Mal continued in a pleasant enough voice, "Well, idn't that romantic. I'm sure our good Shepherd Book would agree whole hearted. Mornin' there Miss. Cobb."

Madi sat up and waved at the com in the wall; at a complete loss.

"Uh, she says hey." Jayne muttered back, fastening up his fly.

Well, there goes any hope of a repeat performance now. She sighed and shoved to her feet, pushing her gown back down and combing her hair flat a little forcefully, feeling a might lightheaded.

…….

"We shouldn've done that." Jayne murmured harshly, pointedly not looking at Madisyn.

Why the Hell not!? Madisyn grunted, noncommittal.

"It's not right." Jayne tried to validate.

I will not say 'whatever'.

"You're too young fer one thing,"

"So it's my fault now? I'm pretty sure 21 is legal on all planets, Jayne Cobb."

"Yeah but," Jayne looked around for inspiration. "You're…"

She sighed "I'm what?"

"You're," he tried again "You're a rich girl, you got a good upbringin' you don't belong here."

"Ok, first off? Not rich. Second off, if by good upbringing you mean gambling and lies and death sentences…well shit, you must have had a bang up childhood." She jerked her robe off the back of the chair and flung it on quickly.

I'm not going to get emotional.

Yeah, just so long as he stops making you feel inferior.

"Gorram it Madisyn!" He almost ripped his t-shirt with how hard he pulled it on. "We're not gonna do this again! You got a nightmare…why don't you take it to the good doctor! Have a ruttin' reunion fer all I care!"

"'Fer all you care'?! Then why are you yelling!"

"Damnit Madi!" He had his hands in front of him like he wanted to shake her. Or choke her.

"Why are you making this so difficult?"

"I'm makin' it difficult?! Oh, darlin' it's not me that's makin' this hard."

Don't say it Madi, don't say it.

"Well if I'm making it hard why not let me take care of it?!"

Jayne opened his mouth to retort back but froze when the meaning of her words hit him.

"Did you just-?"

"I've not lived on Osiris for a couple of years now sweetheart. I'm not exactly the prim princess you seem to want to paint me."

Jayne opened and closed his mouth a number of times but when it became clear he wasn't going to come up with anything brilliant to say Madi swept past him and hauled herself up and out of his room with an exasperated huff.

She just managed to avoid humanly contact on her way to her own bunk, which she counted as a blessing, because as soon as she slid her door shut, tears burst form her eyes and started leaking down her face.

They're angry tears. I'm not hurt. No. I'm pissed. Rutting bastard is an idiot and…Gorramit! Why can't he just want me?! Why does he confuse me so!?

…And why can't I just find home…?

She collapsed face down on her bed and a barrage of images spun unbidden through her mind. Her father coming home late after she was supposed to be in bed, her mother's face crumpling when she realized he hadn't been working late. The concerned but disgusted looks on the faces of her parents' friends as they realized the family was floundering. Niska's face as he warned her father. Niska's men's faces as they fiddled with their weapons. Her mother's haggard, sickly body, her funeral. Niska taking away her father just feet from their front gate-

All she'd ever dreamt about as a child was making a home of her own. Someplace safe. With people she could trust. Where she could relax and enjoy life.

And damned Jayne Cobb had made her feel that. If just for a few moments. Night before last he'd shown her a world of fun. He'd protected her. He'd made her feel…important? Feminine? Like she'd never been treated before. She wasn't just an object to him as she was to the other men she'd gambled with. And she wasn't a title; not a 'daughter' or a 'debtor' or a 'student' or a 'cast member'. It had seemed that she was just herself. He treated her like Madi. Like a woman who shouldn't just be brushed aside.

And then again this morning…Stupid man had made her feel…desired.

But as soon as reality came back and he was reminded that there was a 'verse outside his bedroom…well then. That's where it got fun now wasn't it?

As she lay alone in her cold bed her body felt his against her own. The remembered skin on skin; she could almost feel him inside her once more and she sighed at the ghostly touch. She wanted that. The feeling of his strong arms wrapped securely around her, of his broad chest, his shoulders engulfing her. She wanted to feel the ecstasy she hadn't expected him to bring to her and she wanted to feel his as he let go inside of her.

Stop it. She told herself sternly. Guys wake up like that. It wasn't you. He obviously doesn't want you. Don't get hung up on him.

But I…

……

Gorram girl really had to go and mess with his head now didn't she?

Jayne looked down at his ring while tying his boots. He hadn't taken it off yet…It just felt wrong to.

And o' course Mal had to call him down to the Mess, like he really needed to eat breakfast with him. He winced as he straightened and went to climb up to the top deck. He was sore from his workout, and he was sore from sleepin' funny last night and he was sore from that damned little minx rubbin' all over him like-

Stop right there Jayne Cobb! Just stop.

He didn't have much time to think as he made his way to the Mess. Just scrub a hand over his face and hair and let out a gusty sigh. He was really lost. He felt like he was just floatin' in space without any thrusters and he had no idea where to go or how to get there.

Damnit Madisyn Cobb! This just ain't right.

But it feels right. Maybe…maybe you've been livin' wrong. Maybe you're supposed'ta git close to someone like…well maybe-

Bi zui! Stop thinkin' about it.

……

Both Madisyn and Jayne were quiet at the breakfast table and it didn't go unnoticed. After the preliminary small talk of the womenfolk (and the doctor and the Shepherd) asking Madi how her night had been (and River answering "…unexpected.") a silence fell upon them. A silence Mal must've felt the need to destroy.

"So," he asked friendly "how's your bunk fit two?"

Jayne spluttered and everyone else sat in stunned silence.

"Bit of a tight fit, Mrs. Cobb?" Mal's voice was sugar sweet and nonchalant, he took an unconcerned sip from his mug.

"Not with a bit of maneuvering Captain." Madisyn answered with a fiery challenge in her eye and a cocky tilt to her head.

Jayne choked on his coffee.

"I hope your sexin' was real nice." Threw in Kaylee, always cheerful.

"We didn't-" Jayne stuttered "There was no-"

"Sadly," Madi folded her hands under her chin and faced Kaylee like no one else was present, "there was no sexing. Mr. Cobb refuses to have anything to do with me."

The Shepherd Book, who'd looked appalled and very disapproving turned to Jayne with a disbelieving, but very pleased expression.

"Now, that's not-I mean to say, I…" Jayne floundered and Madi gave him a cold look.

"Well now." Mal looked rather pleased with himself.

"Yes? You mean to say?" Madi arched a brow.

Wash broke in, in an effort to diffuse the hostility "Did you know that some Pterosaurs had hair?"

AN- I had to stop here. I hate to see mommy and daddy fighting. :( I'll try and get the next chapter up soon, and hopefully I can get past the strife. However I fear there's at least one more chapter of Jayne and Madi not clicking and they're not going to just fall onto the same page together. There's going to have to be some (Shudder!!) dreaded conversations. And no one likes to have 'the talk'. So if there are any suggestions as to how I can lighten it up, (or tell me if you don't want me to I guess…) then drop me a review. Hell, drop me a review anyway. Please? Kudos to those who've already given me feedback, you really are the greatest!! :)

Much love

~Ceilidh