Hitting the Showers
Title: Hitting the Showers
Prompt: #53 Liquid
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 782
Title: Hitting the Showers
Prompt: #53 Liquid
Author: Cricket
Disclaimer: I’m just playing with Joss’ toys, but I promise to put them back when I’m done
Rating: NC-17 for major pr0ny-ness
Word Count: 782
Jayne finished his last few reps on the weight bench before sitting up and wiping the sweat out of his eyes. He stretched his arms above his head, relishing in the burn he could feel deep in his muscles that indicated a good work out. After quickly wiping down the bench, he draped his towel over the back of his neck and headed off to take his nightly shower.
Entering the green tiled shower room he turned on the water and undressed while he waited for it to heat up. He let his sweat soaked shirt fall to the floor, followed by his cargo pants and boxers and put his hand in the spray to check its temperature. Deeming it warm enough, he stepped into the shower stall and let the water wash the day’s worth of grit from his skin. When he reached into the soap dish to start scrubbing away the smell of sweat and dirt he found two bars. One was the standard white soap that was usually stocked on the ship. It cleaned well enough, but held no strong odor and never lathered particularly well. The other was a marbled purple bar that surely had been left by one of the girls on the ship. Jayne brought it to his face and sniffed it tentatively. It was River’s; he would know that lavender scent anywhere. It clung to her skin and clothes, trailing after her everywhere she went and hanging in the air even after she was gone.
Rubbing the bar in his hands, he worked the it into a pale purple foam that he ran slowly across his body, massaging it into his sore arm and shoulder muscles and swirling it through his chest hair. The warm water combined with the soothing scent of the soap made his eyes roll closed in relaxation. He basked in the smell of River surrounding him and let his mind wander to thoughts of her, wondering if she tasted as good as she smelled.
He imagined her opening the shower door and stepping into the stall, steam billowing out to surround her lithe form. Her naked skin would shimmer as the hot water coated her body and she would reach for him and pull his head down to press her lips to his. He would wrap her long wet hair around his hand and open his mouth against hers, letting his tongue taste the mint of her breath. Moaning breathlessly, her hands would run down his neck, across his shoulders and over his arms to grip his hands which she would place on her breasts while she whispered, “Touch me, Jayne. Please, I want you to touch me,” in his ear.
Never one to turn down a lady’s request, he would cup her breasts and squeeze gently while he suckled on her neck. Throwing her head back, a whimper of pleasure would pour out of her throat as he thumbed her pert nipples. She would lean back against the shower wall and pull his body tightly to hers. He would grin against her neck and reach down to wrap one slender leg around his hip. His heated length would press into her stomach and she would rub herself against him and beg for him to be inside her. Wrapping his arms around her he would lift her up and she would lock her ankles together on the small of his back while he pushed into her wet, willing body.
He would taste the metallic flavor of the ship’s tap water on her skin as he licked across her smooth shoulders and thrust slowly into her. Her hips would roll against his and her breaths would come out in little gasping pants as the pace quickened. Her fingernails digging into his arms where she was hanging on to him would signal that she was as close to release as he was and he would raise his head to kiss her deeply, letting their tongues tangle together as the final thrusts brought them both to climax.
Jayne pulled himself out of his daydream and rinsed the remaining soap from his body. The water was quickly turning colder, so he turned off the tap and stepped out of the shower stall to wrap his towel around his hips. He gathered up his discarded clothes and made his way back to his bunk.
Across the ship, River sat in the pilot’s chair on the bridge, eyes closed and lips parted as she panted lightly. When her eyes finally opened she smiled, set the controls on autopilot and headed towards the crew quarters. Dreams were fun, she thought, but making them come true was better.
Prompt: #53 Liquid
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 782
Title: Hitting the Showers
Prompt: #53 Liquid
Author: Cricket
Disclaimer: I’m just playing with Joss’ toys, but I promise to put them back when I’m done
Rating: NC-17 for major pr0ny-ness
Word Count: 782
Jayne finished his last few reps on the weight bench before sitting up and wiping the sweat out of his eyes. He stretched his arms above his head, relishing in the burn he could feel deep in his muscles that indicated a good work out. After quickly wiping down the bench, he draped his towel over the back of his neck and headed off to take his nightly shower.
Entering the green tiled shower room he turned on the water and undressed while he waited for it to heat up. He let his sweat soaked shirt fall to the floor, followed by his cargo pants and boxers and put his hand in the spray to check its temperature. Deeming it warm enough, he stepped into the shower stall and let the water wash the day’s worth of grit from his skin. When he reached into the soap dish to start scrubbing away the smell of sweat and dirt he found two bars. One was the standard white soap that was usually stocked on the ship. It cleaned well enough, but held no strong odor and never lathered particularly well. The other was a marbled purple bar that surely had been left by one of the girls on the ship. Jayne brought it to his face and sniffed it tentatively. It was River’s; he would know that lavender scent anywhere. It clung to her skin and clothes, trailing after her everywhere she went and hanging in the air even after she was gone.
Rubbing the bar in his hands, he worked the it into a pale purple foam that he ran slowly across his body, massaging it into his sore arm and shoulder muscles and swirling it through his chest hair. The warm water combined with the soothing scent of the soap made his eyes roll closed in relaxation. He basked in the smell of River surrounding him and let his mind wander to thoughts of her, wondering if she tasted as good as she smelled.
He imagined her opening the shower door and stepping into the stall, steam billowing out to surround her lithe form. Her naked skin would shimmer as the hot water coated her body and she would reach for him and pull his head down to press her lips to his. He would wrap her long wet hair around his hand and open his mouth against hers, letting his tongue taste the mint of her breath. Moaning breathlessly, her hands would run down his neck, across his shoulders and over his arms to grip his hands which she would place on her breasts while she whispered, “Touch me, Jayne. Please, I want you to touch me,” in his ear.
Never one to turn down a lady’s request, he would cup her breasts and squeeze gently while he suckled on her neck. Throwing her head back, a whimper of pleasure would pour out of her throat as he thumbed her pert nipples. She would lean back against the shower wall and pull his body tightly to hers. He would grin against her neck and reach down to wrap one slender leg around his hip. His heated length would press into her stomach and she would rub herself against him and beg for him to be inside her. Wrapping his arms around her he would lift her up and she would lock her ankles together on the small of his back while he pushed into her wet, willing body.
He would taste the metallic flavor of the ship’s tap water on her skin as he licked across her smooth shoulders and thrust slowly into her. Her hips would roll against his and her breaths would come out in little gasping pants as the pace quickened. Her fingernails digging into his arms where she was hanging on to him would signal that she was as close to release as he was and he would raise his head to kiss her deeply, letting their tongues tangle together as the final thrusts brought them both to climax.
Jayne pulled himself out of his daydream and rinsed the remaining soap from his body. The water was quickly turning colder, so he turned off the tap and stepped out of the shower stall to wrap his towel around his hips. He gathered up his discarded clothes and made his way back to his bunk.
Across the ship, River sat in the pilot’s chair on the bridge, eyes closed and lips parted as she panted lightly. When her eyes finally opened she smiled, set the controls on autopilot and headed towards the crew quarters. Dreams were fun, she thought, but making them come true was better.