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Title: Do You Know What Your Sin Is? (4/7)
Author:
damn_hero_zoe with the assistance of the lovely
vigotmanpartsv
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 3,727
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Zoe/Jayne
Warnings: Post-BDM
A/N: Thanks to
noneofyours for the beta.
After her talk with Jayne, and her kissing him, Zoë changed. The change was slow, like she was returning to her old self one little bit at a time. And Zoë waited. She took better care of herself, mindful of what her actions did to everyone else. It was hard for her, being a proud woman, not one to easily admit her faults. But she did her best. Her hand healed up nicely and she was back to her usual activities, though out in the black, there was very little for her to do. One day, she was in the galley again, having made tea again. After a few good jobs, they had a relatively well-stocked pantry on board now. Fresh fruit. A few treats. She sat on the couch, nibbling on some pretzels and sipping her tea while reading a book. She wanted Jayne to understand that she felt strongly about him, that she wanted him.
Jayne had been quiet and mindful of Zoë on jobs. Watching her closely. Even more closely when not on jobs. He would sneak her an extra roll, or scoop of food. He kept his distance, being a proud man he was not used to a woman making the first move. He headed to the galley for something to eat when he saw Zoë sitting there. He stopped, his mouth a hard line and nodded to her.
She saw him come in. "Hey." Then he turned and started to head back out, he could come back later. She looked relaxed, sweet, kind of.
She didn’t want him to go. "Wait." She put down her book and her mug, standing up and taking a tentative step towards him. "Please don't go, Jayne."
He stopped and turned awkwardly. “Hello...” He paused. “Zoë, hi..” His mouth was still set in a tight line, the one he got when he was stumped or nervous.
She smiled softly at him. She knew he was still feeling nervous around her. "How are you doing?" she asked politely.
“I'm fine…” He chanced a slight smile. “Came to see wha' we got ta eat... hungry. Well, ya know…”
"I see. Well, for once, we've got lots of choices." Her smile increased as he smiled.
“Yea... I was kinda hopin' fer summin' sweet…” His hand went to the back of his neck and rubbed, looking like a lost little boy.
"Well, I'm sure we've got something. Come, sit. I'll find you something to eat." Her smile was warm, loving.
“Gosh Zoë, ya ain't gotta do tha'...” His mouth quirked up at the side as he found himself smiling at her.
"I know I don't have to, but I want to."
“Um... All righ'... I 'spose...” He ambled to a chair and pulled it out, sitting down carelessly, arm slung over the back of the chair, legs splayed out.
She laughed softly to herself and headed over to the lockers. "Something sweet, huh?" She rummaged around and found a few things and a smile quirked across her face. "You gotta preference on the kinda sweet, Jayne?"
“Nah...sweet is sweet…” He smirked, rubbing the back of his neck again.
She pulled a napkin out of the drawer and folded it into a blindfold. She walked over to him. "How do you feel about surprises?" she asked, blindfold hidden behind her back. Her smile was sweet and innocent.
“I...uh.. wha' ya playin' at Zo?” he asked, eyeing her speculatively. “Surprises are fine,” he leered, looking her up and down.
"You'll see. Well, actually, you won't see." She pulled out the blindfold and tied it around his eyes. She had him blindfolded so fast he nearly jumped.
“Hey now... ya sexin' me up or summin'?”
“Not yet.” She placed her hands gently on his shoulders. "This okay?"
He sighed softly. “Yea, its fine…” he said quietly.
She kissed his cheek from behind. "Relax, Jayne." She moved away, hands trailing across his shoulders as she moved back over to the lockers to get a few things. He turned toward her when he felt her near him and then tried to follow the noises she made as she moved away. His body and head turning to hear where she had gone and what she was doing.
She returned and placed them on the table. She picked up a grape. "Open up, Jayne," she said, sitting on the edge of the table. Then he felt her body heat close to his arm and something soft and smooth near his lips. He opened his mouth slowly and she popped the grape in when he did so. When he bit into it, he almost came. They hadn't had anything fresh and sweet in a long time
“Mmmmmm.”
She smiled. "Like?"
“Mmmmgods Yes...” he said, rolling it around on his tongue, letting his head fall back as he chewed.
She placed another grape between her teeth and couldn't help but lean down to kiss him, offering him the grape from her mouth. He jumped again when he felt her lips on his and then she was pressing the grape into his mouth, his arm instinctively came out and grabbed her in a near vice and pulled her close.
She laughed. "Calm down, Jayne," she said, pulling back. "I've only just started." She kissed his cheek. "Finish chewing that and I'll give you something else." He tensed for a second and then let himself relax a bit
“This is juss'… wha' if, ya know, Mal comes in?” he asked, chewing the grape, the look on his face was blissful, relaxed.
"Don't worry about it." She picked up the orange and peeled it while she spoke. "Just relax and focus on the taste in your mouth." She placed the piece near his lips. He felt something sticky against his lips and smelled orange.
“Oh god, tha' an orange.” He flicked his tongue out and pulled the piece into his mouth, licking her finger as well as he did so.
She laughed softly. "Very good." She pulled her fingers back. He chewed slowly and thoughtfully, growling and moaning softly as he did so. She dipped her finger into the strawberry jam. "Is it good?" She waited for him to answer.
“Yes,” he commented as he swallowed.
"Good." She smirked and slipped her finger into his mouth. "How's that taste?" He opened his mouth and then trapped her finger between his lips, sucking on it greedily, growling around it.
“Mmm tha's sweet....” he purred, wantonly licking her finger and his lips.
She smiled and slid closer to him, still sitting on the table. Her leg brushed against his arm. "Well, you said you wanted sweet, Jayne." She dipped a finger of her free hand into the jar and swiped the jam on his cheek, licking it off. He felt the sticky, sweet on his cheek and then he felt her tongue.
“Yea… I did,” he said hoarsely, shifting in his seat slightly.
"Mmm, it is sweet," she murmured, pulling back and licking her lips. "Very sweet." She sat back and picked up a cookie and broke it in half. "Open up, honey."
He quirked a brow behind the blindfold when she called him honey. “Honey?” he asked tentatively and then opened his mouth some, sticking his tongue out just slightly.
"What, you don't like it?" she asked, stopping in mid-air from putting the cookie in his mouth.
“I didn' say I didn'... I juss'… Zoë, come on… this is new ta me…” His hand was going to his blindfold.
"Oh, no you don't," she said and pulled his hand back. "Just relax, please?" She smiled and squeezed his hand gently. "Besides, I've still got some sweet things for you."
He nodded and let a strong breath of air out of his nose. It sounded like a rumbling lion. “All righ', All righ'...” He put his hands up in surrender, smiling.
"Good. Promise you won't regret it. Now, open up." She held the piece of cookie in front of his mouth. He opened his mouth and held out his tongue, partially to stick it out at her and partially to take whatever she was feeding him into his mouth.
She placed the cookie piece on his tongue. "Careful where you point that tongue of yours, Jayne," she teased.
“MMMM,” he mumbled and then he felt the rough piece on his tongue and chanced to chew it. “Oh gods, cookies? We got cookies?????”
"Yep." She smiled, enjoying the look on his face.
“More... More... come on...” he said, chewing noisily and happily.
"More, huh?" She opened the jar of cherries and pulled one out buy the stem. She held it up in front of his lips, a drop of juice falling on his chin.
He flicked his tongue out. “Mm.. wha' the... Oh, cherries?” he guessed, sticking his tongue out further. She placed the cherry on his tongue and leaned in, holding the stem between her teeth. He sucked the cherry into his mouth, feeling the tug at the other end. She tugged the stem out of the cherry and pulled back, watching his face.
He rolled the cherry on his tongue and moaned softly. “Mmmm gorram, Kaylee an' River must'a dun all the shoppin' this trip!”
"Must of. Good for me, though." She pulled another cherry out and placed it in her own mouth, pulling the stem out between her teeth and chewing. "Can't remember the last time I had a real cherry." He sighed heavily and leaned back in his chair. His head leaning back against the back of the chair
She picked up the chocolate bar and broke off a piece, smiling. She sat in his lap. "This seat taken?" she teased.
He wrapped his arm around her waist and adjusted her on his lap. “Uh, 'pparently is now.” The tone in his voice sounded like he was leering behind his blindfold.
She smiled more, seeing that he was finally starting to relax. His arms felt good around her. She held the piece of chocolate in front of his lips. "Hurry up and open your mouth, Jayne." It was starting to melt on her fingers. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue a little. She placed the piece on his tongue and he licked over her finger.
“Mmm. Tastes like sweet Zoë...”
His tongue sent a shiver down her spine. "Does it?" She pulled back her finger and wiped the other over her lips. She leaned in and kissed him. He growled and kissed her hungrily, licking over her lips.
“Mmm hmmmm.”
She slipped her tongue in his mouth, tasting the chocolate from his tongue. "Mmmm," she purred softly. He pulled back and smiled.
"Liked that?" she asked softly.
He cleared his throat. “Yea... makes a man thirsty…”
"Be right back." She kissed his cheek and stood, grabbing a glass and pouring a little of the milk they had gotten into it. She came back and sat on his lap again. She held the glass to his lips.
He sniffed at the cup, finding it to not be alcoholic then he really smelled it. “MILK! IS tha' MILK????”
"Mmmhmm. Open up." She tilted the glass into his mouth, small dribbles falling down his throat. ‘Oh, I’ll take care of those,’ she thought. He took a swallow and felt some of it slide down his neck, and as he was about to wipe it away with the back of his hand, Zoë was there licking it off. She had pulled the glass back and licked the dribbles' path back to his mouth.
“Oh…” His voice was very hoarse and dark.
"Want some more?" she asked, her own voice a little deeper than it had been.
He nodded. “Oh yea… I wan' some more!” She held the glass to his lips again, tipping it back gently. He swallowed the milk, his Adam's apple working hard. When he'd finished, she placed the glass on the table. He had a little drop of milk by his lip and she wiped it with her thumb. He swiped his tongue over his lips and purred like a contented house cat.
"I'm afraid that's all the sweet we have, Jayne. Something else you're in the mood for?"
“Mmmm salty is good...” he mused, lifting his hand to run it across her neck, feeling her pulse and the smooth skin under his fingertips before sucking the fingers into his mouth.
She shivered under his touch, pulse quickening. "Salty, huh?" She trailed her index finger down his jaw line and reached for the bag of pretzels she'd left on the table and hooked one on her pinkie. She pulled his fingers from his mouth, sucking one of his into her own mouth as she slipped the pretzel and her pinkie into his mouth.
He felt the push of her pinkie and something crunchy into his mouth and sucked it onto his tongue softly, rolling his tongue as much as he could around her pinkie, his hand trailing down over her side to her outer thigh. He was purring loudly. She released his finger from her mouth and her hand went to his shoulder, noting the muscles she found there. He sighed and leaned his head down toward her hand chewing on the pretzel.
“More, More!” She could tell by his voice he meant both food and touch. Her lips ghosted over his cheek as she stood to get more food. She rummaged around some more and quickly returned with a few items. She sat back down and pulled out a cracker. Not those protein crackers they'd been getting, but a real, honest ta God wheat cracker. She broke off a piece and held it to his lips, other hand brushing softly through his hair.
He purred and leaned his head sharply into her touch, shifting her on his lap, moving her just a fraction to the right because he didn’t want her to see how much that hit a nerve for him. He opened his mouth with a sigh. Her fingers trailed softly down his neck as her arm rested on his shoulder. She pushed the cracker into his open mouth gently.
He huffed and puffed out his chest, squaring his shoulders. Making all his muscles ripple feeling her touch him, like a peacock during mating season. Her eyes widened at the feel of his muscles beneath her hands. He licked over his lips and sucked the cracker into his mouth.
His hands began traveling up her back and feeling each step of her spine, feeding on her essence as much as he feed on the food she offered him. When his hands traveled up her back, her eyes slipped closed for a moment, arching her back into his fingers.
He chewed the piece of cracker thoughtfully and then leaned in to sniff over her collarbone, rubbing his nose there. “Ya smell good enuff ta eat...”
She purred, shifting to get her skin closer to his nose. "Well, you didn't think I just brought that bitty bit of cracker over here for you to eat, did you? Got," she swallowed, "other things for you." Her hand trailed down his chest, fingers moving over his muscles.
“Yea?” he asked huskily. “Whatcho got?” his tongue flicking out very briefly to taste the salt and sweat of her collarbone, his hand working at her neck now.
Her eyes fluttered close, hand still on his abs, so defined, even under a tee shirt. "Lots of things..." she murmured absentmindedly. She regained herself some what and reached for the jar of dill pickles. She pulled one out and let the brine drip back into the jar for a moment. Then she pushed him from her neck, gently, hand on his broad chest and held the pickle to his lips.
He stuck his tongue out and swirled it over the end of it and sucked it into his mouth, taking a bite, leaning up and kissing her, dill juice still on his lips and chin. Her tongue flicked out to lick the juice from his lips. She let him kiss her, practically melting against him. This was turning out better than she had planned.
He let her melt against him, supporting her firmly. He let out little purrs of encouragement as she licked him clean, pulling the side of her thigh flush up against his stomach, his hand wrapped around both her thighs trapping her onto his lap, sitting sideways, his fingers making idle circles over her outer thigh and knee.
She finished licking the juice from his chin and pulled back slightly. She turned her upper body and poured a shot of whiskey. "Got something to wash that down with." She dipped her finger in the whiskey and rubbed it over her lips and his. She drank the shot, but didn't swallow and turned to kiss him.
He licked over his lips and smiled. “Mmmm whiskey... my fav--” He cut off by her kissing him and she was shooting the sweet fire right into his mouth. He purred, body coiling up and holding tightly to her, grinding his chest and stomach against her as he drank from her lips. Her arms wrapped tightly around him as he drank, one hand trailing up and down his spine, fingers lazily tracing the bumps of his vertebrae.
He was humming when he pulled back. “Zoë?” he asked hoarsely.
"Yeah?" She opened her eyes to look at him.
“Yea sure know a way to a man's hear'...” he purred softly, nuzzling his nose against her bicep.
She blushed and smiled brightly. "I've been told it’s through his stomach," she teased as she placed a gentle kiss on his temple.
“Mmmm hmmmmmmm,” he murmured, still on the high of the whiskey and the food. “I'm still ruttin' hungry!”
"Are you now?" She smiled and leaned in to kiss him as her hands went to the back of the blindfold, untying it. She pulled back from his lips and tossed the blindfold behind her. "So, eat," she said, indicating the food around her on the table.
He grunted and picked her up, setting her on the table top and settling in between her legs. Leaning down, he grabbed a cookie and put it between his lips and leaned in, grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her toward him.
"Someone's hungry," she quipped as she leaned in to bite the cookie.
He pressed her back and bit down on the other half of the cookie, then righting himself and pulling her with him. “Mmm hmmm… ruttin' starvin'!” There was that leer and she knew he wasn't talking just about the food. Swallowing his cookie, he took a deep swig of milk and then poured some into her mouth, making sure to let it drip down her chin and over her collarbone, which he eagerly lapped up, rubbing his goatee over her skin and laughing happily as he went.
"You act like you haven’t eaten in days, Jayne," she giggled. One hand played with the hair at the nape of his neck, twisting it in her fingers. "Haven’t I been feeding you?"
“No!” He grabbed a cherry and dangled it over her mouth, running it along her full lips. Suddenly the sound of footfalls could be heard and then they halted. Jayne was sitting there, leaning between Zoë’s thighs, cherry in hand, tongue flicking out over her lips and his eyes moved to the spot where Mal was standing almost in slow motion. The tip of her tongue was on the cherry as Mal walked in. Must have been an interesting picture to see the two of them there.
Mal looked ready to boil over, looked to all the food, then to the two culprits and back again. “What in the sphincter of hell are you two doing?”
Jayne looked at Zoë and muttered, “Uh oh! Busted.. Dad looks pissed...” He snorted and began laughing and burying his face in Zoë’s cleavage.
She didn't even turn around and Jayne was laughing into her chest. She couldn't help but giggle at the whole thing. "Just getting a snack, sir."
“Just getting a snack? With JAYNE? You both plan on eatin' us outta house an' home... with JAYNE?” Mal was blinking and making his mouth work like a fish out of water.
Jayne lifted his head, looked at Mal, snorted and began laughing even harder. “We coul' take it ta my bunk, Mal!”
Mal stopped moving, stopped breathing, or blinking. “I DIDN'T need to hear that..or see it.. I need brillo for my brain!” he huffed, his shoulders got even more tense and then he turned and stormed out muttering. “MY ruttin' ship! MINE.. you are all fired! FIRED!”
She turned to look at him while he spoke. When he left, she turned back to Jayne, laughing hard. Jayne fell on the floor laughing so hard, wiping the tears from his eyes
“Ahhh good times… good times...” He looked up at her. “Mebbe we shoul' clean this up an' head ta my bunk?” he stated with a leer. “There is other things ta be feastin' on!” waggling a brow at her the way he did.
She looked down at him, playful pout on her lips. "But I never got my cherry."
He snagged a cherry and climbed up her body like a predator, cherry placed firmly in between his lips. When he got to her mouth, he pushed her back and half laid on top of her, pushing the cherry in with his tongue. She accepted the cherry, pushing it into her cheek as she stroked his tongue, coaxing it further into her mouth.
After a few moments, she pulled back, chewing on the cherry. "Best cherry I've ever tasted," she purred, licking her lips.
He pulled back a bit, eyes dilated, dark grey-blue. He was panting heavily against her lips. “Less' git this go se cleaned up... My bunk… move yer ass... bring the whiskey… an tha' strawberry jam!” he growled, smacking her ass as he grabbed for things and hurriedly put them away.
She smirked. "Someone's in a hurry," she quipped, quickly returning everything to where she found it. She grabbed the whiskey and the jam and leaned up to kiss him deeply. "Let's get a move on there, Jayne," she said, turning and heading for his bunk.
Cross posted a bit....
Author:
damn_hero_zoe with the assistance of the lovely
vigotmanpartsv
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 3,727
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Zoe/Jayne
Warnings: Post-BDM
A/N: Thanks to
noneofyours for the beta.
After her talk with Jayne, and her kissing him, Zoë changed. The change was slow, like she was returning to her old self one little bit at a time. And Zoë waited. She took better care of herself, mindful of what her actions did to everyone else. It was hard for her, being a proud woman, not one to easily admit her faults. But she did her best. Her hand healed up nicely and she was back to her usual activities, though out in the black, there was very little for her to do. One day, she was in the galley again, having made tea again. After a few good jobs, they had a relatively well-stocked pantry on board now. Fresh fruit. A few treats. She sat on the couch, nibbling on some pretzels and sipping her tea while reading a book. She wanted Jayne to understand that she felt strongly about him, that she wanted him.
Jayne had been quiet and mindful of Zoë on jobs. Watching her closely. Even more closely when not on jobs. He would sneak her an extra roll, or scoop of food. He kept his distance, being a proud man he was not used to a woman making the first move. He headed to the galley for something to eat when he saw Zoë sitting there. He stopped, his mouth a hard line and nodded to her.
She saw him come in. "Hey." Then he turned and started to head back out, he could come back later. She looked relaxed, sweet, kind of.
She didn’t want him to go. "Wait." She put down her book and her mug, standing up and taking a tentative step towards him. "Please don't go, Jayne."
He stopped and turned awkwardly. “Hello...” He paused. “Zoë, hi..” His mouth was still set in a tight line, the one he got when he was stumped or nervous.
She smiled softly at him. She knew he was still feeling nervous around her. "How are you doing?" she asked politely.
“I'm fine…” He chanced a slight smile. “Came to see wha' we got ta eat... hungry. Well, ya know…”
"I see. Well, for once, we've got lots of choices." Her smile increased as he smiled.
“Yea... I was kinda hopin' fer summin' sweet…” His hand went to the back of his neck and rubbed, looking like a lost little boy.
"Well, I'm sure we've got something. Come, sit. I'll find you something to eat." Her smile was warm, loving.
“Gosh Zoë, ya ain't gotta do tha'...” His mouth quirked up at the side as he found himself smiling at her.
"I know I don't have to, but I want to."
“Um... All righ'... I 'spose...” He ambled to a chair and pulled it out, sitting down carelessly, arm slung over the back of the chair, legs splayed out.
She laughed softly to herself and headed over to the lockers. "Something sweet, huh?" She rummaged around and found a few things and a smile quirked across her face. "You gotta preference on the kinda sweet, Jayne?"
“Nah...sweet is sweet…” He smirked, rubbing the back of his neck again.
She pulled a napkin out of the drawer and folded it into a blindfold. She walked over to him. "How do you feel about surprises?" she asked, blindfold hidden behind her back. Her smile was sweet and innocent.
“I...uh.. wha' ya playin' at Zo?” he asked, eyeing her speculatively. “Surprises are fine,” he leered, looking her up and down.
"You'll see. Well, actually, you won't see." She pulled out the blindfold and tied it around his eyes. She had him blindfolded so fast he nearly jumped.
“Hey now... ya sexin' me up or summin'?”
“Not yet.” She placed her hands gently on his shoulders. "This okay?"
He sighed softly. “Yea, its fine…” he said quietly.
She kissed his cheek from behind. "Relax, Jayne." She moved away, hands trailing across his shoulders as she moved back over to the lockers to get a few things. He turned toward her when he felt her near him and then tried to follow the noises she made as she moved away. His body and head turning to hear where she had gone and what she was doing.
She returned and placed them on the table. She picked up a grape. "Open up, Jayne," she said, sitting on the edge of the table. Then he felt her body heat close to his arm and something soft and smooth near his lips. He opened his mouth slowly and she popped the grape in when he did so. When he bit into it, he almost came. They hadn't had anything fresh and sweet in a long time
“Mmmmmm.”
She smiled. "Like?"
“Mmmmgods Yes...” he said, rolling it around on his tongue, letting his head fall back as he chewed.
She placed another grape between her teeth and couldn't help but lean down to kiss him, offering him the grape from her mouth. He jumped again when he felt her lips on his and then she was pressing the grape into his mouth, his arm instinctively came out and grabbed her in a near vice and pulled her close.
She laughed. "Calm down, Jayne," she said, pulling back. "I've only just started." She kissed his cheek. "Finish chewing that and I'll give you something else." He tensed for a second and then let himself relax a bit
“This is juss'… wha' if, ya know, Mal comes in?” he asked, chewing the grape, the look on his face was blissful, relaxed.
"Don't worry about it." She picked up the orange and peeled it while she spoke. "Just relax and focus on the taste in your mouth." She placed the piece near his lips. He felt something sticky against his lips and smelled orange.
“Oh god, tha' an orange.” He flicked his tongue out and pulled the piece into his mouth, licking her finger as well as he did so.
She laughed softly. "Very good." She pulled her fingers back. He chewed slowly and thoughtfully, growling and moaning softly as he did so. She dipped her finger into the strawberry jam. "Is it good?" She waited for him to answer.
“Yes,” he commented as he swallowed.
"Good." She smirked and slipped her finger into his mouth. "How's that taste?" He opened his mouth and then trapped her finger between his lips, sucking on it greedily, growling around it.
“Mmm tha's sweet....” he purred, wantonly licking her finger and his lips.
She smiled and slid closer to him, still sitting on the table. Her leg brushed against his arm. "Well, you said you wanted sweet, Jayne." She dipped a finger of her free hand into the jar and swiped the jam on his cheek, licking it off. He felt the sticky, sweet on his cheek and then he felt her tongue.
“Yea… I did,” he said hoarsely, shifting in his seat slightly.
"Mmm, it is sweet," she murmured, pulling back and licking her lips. "Very sweet." She sat back and picked up a cookie and broke it in half. "Open up, honey."
He quirked a brow behind the blindfold when she called him honey. “Honey?” he asked tentatively and then opened his mouth some, sticking his tongue out just slightly.
"What, you don't like it?" she asked, stopping in mid-air from putting the cookie in his mouth.
“I didn' say I didn'... I juss'… Zoë, come on… this is new ta me…” His hand was going to his blindfold.
"Oh, no you don't," she said and pulled his hand back. "Just relax, please?" She smiled and squeezed his hand gently. "Besides, I've still got some sweet things for you."
He nodded and let a strong breath of air out of his nose. It sounded like a rumbling lion. “All righ', All righ'...” He put his hands up in surrender, smiling.
"Good. Promise you won't regret it. Now, open up." She held the piece of cookie in front of his mouth. He opened his mouth and held out his tongue, partially to stick it out at her and partially to take whatever she was feeding him into his mouth.
She placed the cookie piece on his tongue. "Careful where you point that tongue of yours, Jayne," she teased.
“MMMM,” he mumbled and then he felt the rough piece on his tongue and chanced to chew it. “Oh gods, cookies? We got cookies?????”
"Yep." She smiled, enjoying the look on his face.
“More... More... come on...” he said, chewing noisily and happily.
"More, huh?" She opened the jar of cherries and pulled one out buy the stem. She held it up in front of his lips, a drop of juice falling on his chin.
He flicked his tongue out. “Mm.. wha' the... Oh, cherries?” he guessed, sticking his tongue out further. She placed the cherry on his tongue and leaned in, holding the stem between her teeth. He sucked the cherry into his mouth, feeling the tug at the other end. She tugged the stem out of the cherry and pulled back, watching his face.
He rolled the cherry on his tongue and moaned softly. “Mmmm gorram, Kaylee an' River must'a dun all the shoppin' this trip!”
"Must of. Good for me, though." She pulled another cherry out and placed it in her own mouth, pulling the stem out between her teeth and chewing. "Can't remember the last time I had a real cherry." He sighed heavily and leaned back in his chair. His head leaning back against the back of the chair
She picked up the chocolate bar and broke off a piece, smiling. She sat in his lap. "This seat taken?" she teased.
He wrapped his arm around her waist and adjusted her on his lap. “Uh, 'pparently is now.” The tone in his voice sounded like he was leering behind his blindfold.
She smiled more, seeing that he was finally starting to relax. His arms felt good around her. She held the piece of chocolate in front of his lips. "Hurry up and open your mouth, Jayne." It was starting to melt on her fingers. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue a little. She placed the piece on his tongue and he licked over her finger.
“Mmm. Tastes like sweet Zoë...”
His tongue sent a shiver down her spine. "Does it?" She pulled back her finger and wiped the other over her lips. She leaned in and kissed him. He growled and kissed her hungrily, licking over her lips.
“Mmm hmmmm.”
She slipped her tongue in his mouth, tasting the chocolate from his tongue. "Mmmm," she purred softly. He pulled back and smiled.
"Liked that?" she asked softly.
He cleared his throat. “Yea... makes a man thirsty…”
"Be right back." She kissed his cheek and stood, grabbing a glass and pouring a little of the milk they had gotten into it. She came back and sat on his lap again. She held the glass to his lips.
He sniffed at the cup, finding it to not be alcoholic then he really smelled it. “MILK! IS tha' MILK????”
"Mmmhmm. Open up." She tilted the glass into his mouth, small dribbles falling down his throat. ‘Oh, I’ll take care of those,’ she thought. He took a swallow and felt some of it slide down his neck, and as he was about to wipe it away with the back of his hand, Zoë was there licking it off. She had pulled the glass back and licked the dribbles' path back to his mouth.
“Oh…” His voice was very hoarse and dark.
"Want some more?" she asked, her own voice a little deeper than it had been.
He nodded. “Oh yea… I wan' some more!” She held the glass to his lips again, tipping it back gently. He swallowed the milk, his Adam's apple working hard. When he'd finished, she placed the glass on the table. He had a little drop of milk by his lip and she wiped it with her thumb. He swiped his tongue over his lips and purred like a contented house cat.
"I'm afraid that's all the sweet we have, Jayne. Something else you're in the mood for?"
“Mmmm salty is good...” he mused, lifting his hand to run it across her neck, feeling her pulse and the smooth skin under his fingertips before sucking the fingers into his mouth.
She shivered under his touch, pulse quickening. "Salty, huh?" She trailed her index finger down his jaw line and reached for the bag of pretzels she'd left on the table and hooked one on her pinkie. She pulled his fingers from his mouth, sucking one of his into her own mouth as she slipped the pretzel and her pinkie into his mouth.
He felt the push of her pinkie and something crunchy into his mouth and sucked it onto his tongue softly, rolling his tongue as much as he could around her pinkie, his hand trailing down over her side to her outer thigh. He was purring loudly. She released his finger from her mouth and her hand went to his shoulder, noting the muscles she found there. He sighed and leaned his head down toward her hand chewing on the pretzel.
“More, More!” She could tell by his voice he meant both food and touch. Her lips ghosted over his cheek as she stood to get more food. She rummaged around some more and quickly returned with a few items. She sat back down and pulled out a cracker. Not those protein crackers they'd been getting, but a real, honest ta God wheat cracker. She broke off a piece and held it to his lips, other hand brushing softly through his hair.
He purred and leaned his head sharply into her touch, shifting her on his lap, moving her just a fraction to the right because he didn’t want her to see how much that hit a nerve for him. He opened his mouth with a sigh. Her fingers trailed softly down his neck as her arm rested on his shoulder. She pushed the cracker into his open mouth gently.
He huffed and puffed out his chest, squaring his shoulders. Making all his muscles ripple feeling her touch him, like a peacock during mating season. Her eyes widened at the feel of his muscles beneath her hands. He licked over his lips and sucked the cracker into his mouth.
His hands began traveling up her back and feeling each step of her spine, feeding on her essence as much as he feed on the food she offered him. When his hands traveled up her back, her eyes slipped closed for a moment, arching her back into his fingers.
He chewed the piece of cracker thoughtfully and then leaned in to sniff over her collarbone, rubbing his nose there. “Ya smell good enuff ta eat...”
She purred, shifting to get her skin closer to his nose. "Well, you didn't think I just brought that bitty bit of cracker over here for you to eat, did you? Got," she swallowed, "other things for you." Her hand trailed down his chest, fingers moving over his muscles.
“Yea?” he asked huskily. “Whatcho got?” his tongue flicking out very briefly to taste the salt and sweat of her collarbone, his hand working at her neck now.
Her eyes fluttered close, hand still on his abs, so defined, even under a tee shirt. "Lots of things..." she murmured absentmindedly. She regained herself some what and reached for the jar of dill pickles. She pulled one out and let the brine drip back into the jar for a moment. Then she pushed him from her neck, gently, hand on his broad chest and held the pickle to his lips.
He stuck his tongue out and swirled it over the end of it and sucked it into his mouth, taking a bite, leaning up and kissing her, dill juice still on his lips and chin. Her tongue flicked out to lick the juice from his lips. She let him kiss her, practically melting against him. This was turning out better than she had planned.
He let her melt against him, supporting her firmly. He let out little purrs of encouragement as she licked him clean, pulling the side of her thigh flush up against his stomach, his hand wrapped around both her thighs trapping her onto his lap, sitting sideways, his fingers making idle circles over her outer thigh and knee.
She finished licking the juice from his chin and pulled back slightly. She turned her upper body and poured a shot of whiskey. "Got something to wash that down with." She dipped her finger in the whiskey and rubbed it over her lips and his. She drank the shot, but didn't swallow and turned to kiss him.
He licked over his lips and smiled. “Mmmm whiskey... my fav--” He cut off by her kissing him and she was shooting the sweet fire right into his mouth. He purred, body coiling up and holding tightly to her, grinding his chest and stomach against her as he drank from her lips. Her arms wrapped tightly around him as he drank, one hand trailing up and down his spine, fingers lazily tracing the bumps of his vertebrae.
He was humming when he pulled back. “Zoë?” he asked hoarsely.
"Yeah?" She opened her eyes to look at him.
“Yea sure know a way to a man's hear'...” he purred softly, nuzzling his nose against her bicep.
She blushed and smiled brightly. "I've been told it’s through his stomach," she teased as she placed a gentle kiss on his temple.
“Mmmm hmmmmmmm,” he murmured, still on the high of the whiskey and the food. “I'm still ruttin' hungry!”
"Are you now?" She smiled and leaned in to kiss him as her hands went to the back of the blindfold, untying it. She pulled back from his lips and tossed the blindfold behind her. "So, eat," she said, indicating the food around her on the table.
He grunted and picked her up, setting her on the table top and settling in between her legs. Leaning down, he grabbed a cookie and put it between his lips and leaned in, grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her toward him.
"Someone's hungry," she quipped as she leaned in to bite the cookie.
He pressed her back and bit down on the other half of the cookie, then righting himself and pulling her with him. “Mmm hmmm… ruttin' starvin'!” There was that leer and she knew he wasn't talking just about the food. Swallowing his cookie, he took a deep swig of milk and then poured some into her mouth, making sure to let it drip down her chin and over her collarbone, which he eagerly lapped up, rubbing his goatee over her skin and laughing happily as he went.
"You act like you haven’t eaten in days, Jayne," she giggled. One hand played with the hair at the nape of his neck, twisting it in her fingers. "Haven’t I been feeding you?"
“No!” He grabbed a cherry and dangled it over her mouth, running it along her full lips. Suddenly the sound of footfalls could be heard and then they halted. Jayne was sitting there, leaning between Zoë’s thighs, cherry in hand, tongue flicking out over her lips and his eyes moved to the spot where Mal was standing almost in slow motion. The tip of her tongue was on the cherry as Mal walked in. Must have been an interesting picture to see the two of them there.
Mal looked ready to boil over, looked to all the food, then to the two culprits and back again. “What in the sphincter of hell are you two doing?”
Jayne looked at Zoë and muttered, “Uh oh! Busted.. Dad looks pissed...” He snorted and began laughing and burying his face in Zoë’s cleavage.
She didn't even turn around and Jayne was laughing into her chest. She couldn't help but giggle at the whole thing. "Just getting a snack, sir."
“Just getting a snack? With JAYNE? You both plan on eatin' us outta house an' home... with JAYNE?” Mal was blinking and making his mouth work like a fish out of water.
Jayne lifted his head, looked at Mal, snorted and began laughing even harder. “We coul' take it ta my bunk, Mal!”
Mal stopped moving, stopped breathing, or blinking. “I DIDN'T need to hear that..or see it.. I need brillo for my brain!” he huffed, his shoulders got even more tense and then he turned and stormed out muttering. “MY ruttin' ship! MINE.. you are all fired! FIRED!”
She turned to look at him while he spoke. When he left, she turned back to Jayne, laughing hard. Jayne fell on the floor laughing so hard, wiping the tears from his eyes
“Ahhh good times… good times...” He looked up at her. “Mebbe we shoul' clean this up an' head ta my bunk?” he stated with a leer. “There is other things ta be feastin' on!” waggling a brow at her the way he did.
She looked down at him, playful pout on her lips. "But I never got my cherry."
He snagged a cherry and climbed up her body like a predator, cherry placed firmly in between his lips. When he got to her mouth, he pushed her back and half laid on top of her, pushing the cherry in with his tongue. She accepted the cherry, pushing it into her cheek as she stroked his tongue, coaxing it further into her mouth.
After a few moments, she pulled back, chewing on the cherry. "Best cherry I've ever tasted," she purred, licking her lips.
He pulled back a bit, eyes dilated, dark grey-blue. He was panting heavily against her lips. “Less' git this go se cleaned up... My bunk… move yer ass... bring the whiskey… an tha' strawberry jam!” he growled, smacking her ass as he grabbed for things and hurriedly put them away.
She smirked. "Someone's in a hurry," she quipped, quickly returning everything to where she found it. She grabbed the whiskey and the jam and leaned up to kiss him deeply. "Let's get a move on there, Jayne," she said, turning and heading for his bunk.
Cross posted a bit....