Infatuations (2/2)
Title: Possession
Prompt: #29 Volcano
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 563
Title: Possession
Prompt: #29 Volcano
Author: Cricket
Disclaimer: I’m just playing with Joss’ toys, but I promise to put them back when I’m done
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 563
When River dropped down into his bunk Jayne was waiting for her. Sitting on his bed, propped up against the wall with his legs sprawled out in front of him dressed in only a pair of boxers. One arm was tucked behind his head as a pillow, his other hand rested lightly on his bare stomach. He watched her creep forward, soundlessly crossing the room with small bare feet. He recognized the glint in her eyes, but gave no response as she climbed on top of him, straddling his thighs and pressing herself against his chest. He could feel her breasts through the thin material of her dress and brought his hand from behind his head to stroke the silky strands of her hair as they fell over her shoulder.
The little gasp she gave when his other hand found her hip let him know that she wasn’t expecting this. Surely she imagined he would yell at her, tell her to get out before anyone found her in his room. He bet she even had it in her mind that she would convince him to allow her to stay, show him that he needed her just as much as she needed him. But it wasn’t necessary. He already knew. He, too, had been watching, catching glimpses of smooth thighs, the swell of her breasts, swaying hips. He’d listened to her lilting voice, whispering to the air about magnetism and possession.
She didn’t realize that she wasn’t the only one that felt shocks and tingles as she brushed up against him and moved on to more brazen contact. His collection of artifacts was almost as extensive as hers was. A hair clip thrown across the room during a fit, a shadowy drawing of some distant planet left in the kitchen, a bloody piece of gauze from the infirmary before her brother cleaned it up, they were all stored away under his bed. He even managed to get a pair of her panties. Passing by her room in hopes of catching a whiff of her shampoo he saw her door was ajar, the panties lying atop a pile of clothes just within arms reach. They were soft and pink with a lacey trim that rasped deliciously against his skin.
Yes, he knew about obsession. Keeping his passion buried just beneath the surface, like a volcano disguising as a mountain, he waited for her. But now, with her hips fitted perfectly against his groin, he let it bubble to the surface. He sucked feverishly on her neck, leaving reddened proof of his ownership on her pale skin. In turn, she scored her own claim down his arms and back with sharp fingernails.
She rolled her hips against his lap, feeling the hardening bulge taking shape underneath her. With a groan he wrapped both arms around her back, pulling her tightly against his chest and added his own thrusts to her rhythm. She relished the warm friction of the damp panties covering her heated flesh and could feel sparks shooting across her body every time she rocked on top of him. She gave a breathy whimper as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her and distantly felt the spreading wetness of his own completion.
Finally raising her eyes to his she saw the fanatical shine in the blue depths and wondered how she’d missed it before.
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Prompt: #29 Volcano
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 563
Title: Possession
Prompt: #29 Volcano
Author: Cricket
Disclaimer: I’m just playing with Joss’ toys, but I promise to put them back when I’m done
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 563
When River dropped down into his bunk Jayne was waiting for her. Sitting on his bed, propped up against the wall with his legs sprawled out in front of him dressed in only a pair of boxers. One arm was tucked behind his head as a pillow, his other hand rested lightly on his bare stomach. He watched her creep forward, soundlessly crossing the room with small bare feet. He recognized the glint in her eyes, but gave no response as she climbed on top of him, straddling his thighs and pressing herself against his chest. He could feel her breasts through the thin material of her dress and brought his hand from behind his head to stroke the silky strands of her hair as they fell over her shoulder.
The little gasp she gave when his other hand found her hip let him know that she wasn’t expecting this. Surely she imagined he would yell at her, tell her to get out before anyone found her in his room. He bet she even had it in her mind that she would convince him to allow her to stay, show him that he needed her just as much as she needed him. But it wasn’t necessary. He already knew. He, too, had been watching, catching glimpses of smooth thighs, the swell of her breasts, swaying hips. He’d listened to her lilting voice, whispering to the air about magnetism and possession.
She didn’t realize that she wasn’t the only one that felt shocks and tingles as she brushed up against him and moved on to more brazen contact. His collection of artifacts was almost as extensive as hers was. A hair clip thrown across the room during a fit, a shadowy drawing of some distant planet left in the kitchen, a bloody piece of gauze from the infirmary before her brother cleaned it up, they were all stored away under his bed. He even managed to get a pair of her panties. Passing by her room in hopes of catching a whiff of her shampoo he saw her door was ajar, the panties lying atop a pile of clothes just within arms reach. They were soft and pink with a lacey trim that rasped deliciously against his skin.
Yes, he knew about obsession. Keeping his passion buried just beneath the surface, like a volcano disguising as a mountain, he waited for her. But now, with her hips fitted perfectly against his groin, he let it bubble to the surface. He sucked feverishly on her neck, leaving reddened proof of his ownership on her pale skin. In turn, she scored her own claim down his arms and back with sharp fingernails.
She rolled her hips against his lap, feeling the hardening bulge taking shape underneath her. With a groan he wrapped both arms around her back, pulling her tightly against his chest and added his own thrusts to her rhythm. She relished the warm friction of the damp panties covering her heated flesh and could feel sparks shooting across her body every time she rocked on top of him. She gave a breathy whimper as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her and distantly felt the spreading wetness of his own completion.
Finally raising her eyes to his she saw the fanatical shine in the blue depths and wondered how she’d missed it before.
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