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gorramvera
mood: 
determined
determinedIn her mind, no one could replace Simon. He was her brother, her dopple, her knight in shining armor, her first love but brothers and sister couldn't be together he said. And she knew he loved Kaylee. The mechanic made him happy and that more than anything was what she wanted. So she let him go though they would never really be apart. They shared blood. Flesh of her flesh.
It was only when she began to let Simon go as a possible mate that she realized her reaction to the merc. She had no idea how long it had been happening. At dinner, on world, playing, showering, working out... especially working out, she watched him and marveled at the tight fluttery feeling she got around him. She knew that he found her attractive enough. Even if she wasn't his ideal. But physical reaction couldn't overcome his disdain for the trouble she brought with her and his fear of causing more trouble than he could handle. Tail wasn't worth the headache.
She also wasn't worth an apology before either. Not even when she and Simon confronted him on almost turning them in. If that had changed maybe the other had too. She would soon find out.
While on a job with the Captain and Zoe, River crept into Jayne's room and poked around. She'd done it a million times before of course but this time she had a specific purpose. Every picture, article of clothing, or dirty little memento from another woman she found she took. Leaving in it's stead the slightly crumpled comic she had made. There would be no other women for Jayne Cobb. She had decided.
He just hadn't understood. He had thought she was simply crazy and then he was sure that she was a killer. She was and he had to admit, he liked that. As long as she didn't use none of the gorram freaky power of hers to hurt him. Again.
Grumbling as he walked back on the ship, he rolled his head to the side to pop his neck while listening to Mal and Zoe talk about the job they had just pulled off. They would be fine for a little while, they could get food and some stuff for the ship. The job went off without a hitch except for the fact that he fell into some garbage, so now he was dirty and a bit stinky. Not really in a great mood.
That was why when he walked into his room, he frowned at the sight of the crumpled comic on his bed and he knew instantly River had been in his room. That hadn't bothered him but what did was noticing a bunch of pictures on his wall were gone. Some of them wouldn't matter but a couple did. So threw his guns down, stripping out of the heavy stuff before he went back up out of his room. "Where is that gorram, addled brained girl?" He hollared, stomping forward towards the dining area. "River, where are my pictures?!"
Slowly, straightening up again, she leisurely moved her eyes over his stomach and chest again before stopping on his face. "It's bigger than the ones I found in books. Have you ever hurt anyone?"
He knew he had been to her but he was trying to make up for it. Though he hadn't thought about it going this way. "Can I have my stuff back now, girl?" Because he was sure if Mal caught him, he'd be dead. Hell, if anyone caught them.
With her hands behind her back, she stepped closer and looked up at him. "Will return everything for one last favor."
Blowing out a slow breath, he looked down at her, "Alright, one last favor. What is it?"
Oh she wanted this. There was no doubt. It was her plan and it had worked perfectly but the pain was enough to make her squeeze her eyes shut. She was almost thankful when he started to pull out until he slammed it back home and she released a muffled cry against his hand. The eyes that were still shut burned with tears. Thank god, he waited once he was in so that she could adjust. With shaky breath she opened teary eyes and looked up at him. Despite the pain she was in, she brought her hand to his cheek to let him know that she was okay.
After about a minuted, she tested movement to see if it still hurt. It did but significantly less than it did. It was manageable. She then gave him a little nod to tell him it was okay to go.
"Are you okay?" He whispered to her, leaning his head down to kiss her in a surprisingly tender fashion. Then he lifted his head, watching her till she cupped the side of his face and then he nodded a little bit but he still didn't move.
Not till she did. The tiny movements made him moan softly as he rolled her hips, pulling back slightly and then sliding back home. His mouth returned to hers so he could swallow the cries as he set a steady but gentle pace.
River kept her eyes closed at first but the idea of simply riding it out until he was done held no appeal. She wanted to find release again and hold him as he found his. So silently she slid her hand between their bodies searching for her clit with her fingers. It was too sensitive to touch directly as he would have felt when she bucked her hips at touching it. Instead she circled it with her middle finger. Slow at first but eventually faster until the pain she felt from his movement inside her was reduced to only pressure. Beautiful pressure that filled her completely.
Wrapping her legs around him, she started to move under him to match his thrusts and even intensify things a bit. He was being gentle for her but now that the pain had subsided, she wanted more. Bringing her hand back up, she put her wet fingers up to his lips so he could taste her the way she taste him before.
But it was a bit different with her and that scared him a bit but he found he couldn't stop now. He was inside of her and she felt perfect to him. Almost like when he used Vera. When she reached between them to press her finger to her clit, he shuddered because it was rather hot. He had to admit it. He liked her innocence and the fact that she didn't need to hold back, she wasn't demure.
When she wrapped her legs around him, he groaned against her mouth as he started to move his hips a little faster. Pulling back half way before thrusting in all the way to the hilt once more, causing more pressure to rise in the pit of his stomach. He was also finding it harder to breath, sweat already rising on his skin as his heart raced faster and he felt himself throb inside of her. The fact that she was moving beneath him, gods. But nothing was like when she pressed her fingers to his lips, his eyes darkened as he looked down at her and then he smirked slowly. His lips parted, his tongue sliding slowly against the fingers, a growl at tasting her juices as he drew her fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean.
Slipping her fingers out of his mouth, she brought them to hers tasting his mouth and the slightest hint of her own taste. It was the most erotic taste she could imagine. Taking her fingers out of her mouth she slipped her arm under his so she could press him closer. Her mouth came up to find his now frantic as her body moved faster under his. "Jayne" She breathed heavily against his mouth mouth. "Jayne please harder" she pleaded.
His little smacks had turned her on in a way that she hadn't expected but thoroughly enjoyed. She'd read everything she could on sex so she knew about BDSM. She hadn't liked the bit about bondage and she couldn't at the time understand why anyone would subject themselves to pain for no reason. But given the right person and circumstances, like naked in bed with Jayne, she found it sexy and exciting and made a mental note to look more into it later.
She could feel him getting hard again and her hand was on it's way to feel him in her hand again when she suddenly went still and groaned a little breaking the kiss. Her face was disappointed and annoyed. "Inara has tired of cards and wants to check up on me. You don't have long."
His hand slid over her backside, caressing the red hand print that he had left on her flawless skin and then scraped his nails up her back. He had done a little bit of BDSM but nothing too extreme. He knew that sometimes pain could get someone off when mixed with pleasure. It was definitely something that he could show her if she was up to it.
When her hand wrapped around him, he groaned into the kiss, his hips rolling forward as he wanted to feel more of her touch against him. Then she was telling him Inara was coming and he growled, "Damnit." Another fierce kiss and he was out of the bed. Still grumbling as he quickly yanked on his clothes and grabbed his pictures, he couldn't be found there especially by Inara. She was a Companion and he was worried she would know that they had sex.
Inara on the other side of the door, had her hand poised ready to knock. "Oh. River. Jayne?" She said surprised to see the merc in the youngest member of the crew's quarters. Her eyes glanced down to the arm load of stuff that obviously didn't belong to her. "What's going on?" She asked suspiciously.
River pouted a bit and lowered her head. "Took things that didn't belong to me." She said sadly looking back up with tears in her eyes. "Said he was going to punish me. Don't let him punish me." She said as she hurried behind Inara to "hide". With the companion's back to her now, River looked at Jayne with widened eyes as if to say just go with it.
"Now River, you know better than to take things without asking. You are getting too old for these games. Jayne has a right to be mad. Maybe he should be the one to assign punishment as long as it's within reason. We should discuss it with your brother first of course."