Clandestine (3/6)
Title: Apart (3/6)
Series: Clandestine
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1303
Title: Apart (3/6)
Series: Clandestine
Author: Cricket
Disclaimer: Please Joss, can I keep ‘em?
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1303
It has been six months, six long months, since Jayne had woken up on the dock with a searing headache, his duffle bag full of his few positions, mostly guns, lying by his feet. He’d slowly pulled himself off the ground, wincing with every shift of his aching muscles. Scratches across his arms and lower back where his shirt was rucked up indicated that he’d probably been dragged out of the ship by his feet and left stranded on whatever dust ball moon they had been grounded on. Well, not completely stranded, Jayne thought as he rummaged through his pockets to find his last job’s pay stuffed in a drawstring pouch.
Things have improved since then, but not by much. Jayne found himself hitching rides from one rim world to the next, taking small jobs here and there when he ran out of coin. It’d taken him about a month to make his way to Persephone, where he was now, standing naked-chested in his little rented room above a grimy bar washing his shirt in his too small bathroom sink. There’s a brothel being run out of the room next door to his, but he’s never gone over there despite the girls’ best efforts to persuade him. He can smell their perfume every time they pass by his door and hear the squeaky springs of their mattresses when they have customers and as much as his body wants more action than his hand can give him, he doesn’t give in. When he goes to sleep lonely every night, he resists the temptation by closing his eyes and thinking about his girl. He remembers her big doe eyes and her sweet trusting smile, the way she moans his name when he touches her and the things her talented tongue can do to him and he knows he doesn’t want what those painted girls could give him.
A quiet knock on his door makes him sigh and roll his eyes in annoyance. “I told ya ladies, I’m not comin’ over there!” He shouts, not bothering to stop scrubbing at the shirt in his hands with the bar of soap. “I don’t care what’s broken or needs to be lifted, I’m not settin’ foot in that room and I mean it!” They’ve tried it before, coming to him with sweet voices and seemingly innocent intents only to get grabby the second he opens his door.
“Jayne?” Her voice is soft and lilting and the sound makes his eyes light up and his heart beat a little faster. He drops the soap in the sink with a splash and rushes across the room to tear open the door.
River looks out of place in her simple modest dress and heavy boots among the working girls decorating the hallway who peer around her to peek into his room with avid curiosity. He gives a small whoop of joy and pulls her into his room with a tight hug, lifting her off her feet and kicking the door closed behind them.
“Oh, darlin’, I missed you somethin’ awful,” he moans as he sets her down, his face still buried into her hair. “How long ya planet side this time?”
“Two hours and forty-seven minutes until my absence is recognized.” She revels in his enveloping warmth as she places small wet kisses across his pectorals, her hands roaming his back unashamedly. She hates not getting to see him everyday, but they make due with what little time they can get together.
“Ooh, you’re in a lovin’ kinda mood today,” he groans out as she licks across one of his nipples.
“Fifteen days, twelve hours and seventeen minutes since I saw you last,” she mumbles against his skin. “Missed your taste.”
She pushes him backwards until his legs hit his bed and he tumbles back onto the lumpy mattress. Straddling his thighs, she unbuckles his belt and whips it out of the loops with a flourish before tossing it over her shoulder. He chuckles at her eagerness and starts pulling her dress up over her head, exposing her contrastingly sexy red lacy underwear.
“Where’d you get all this?” She shrugs as she pulls his pants down his legs and over his feet.
“Inara brought me shopping last week,” she explains distractedly, intent on trailing kisses up his legs towards his aching cock.
“You get anything else?” He moans out while she wraps her mouth around his sensitive head. She nods quickly, the motion making her mouth bob along his shaft, eliciting another deep groan of pleasure. She pulls her head away with a little slurping sound and crawls up his body to straddle his hips, rubbing her lace covered mound against him.
“Another set like this in black,” she answers, dropping kisses along his face and neck. “And a very special nightie just for you.”
“Mmm, I like the sound of that,” he growls as his hands stroke across the soft skin of her back down to her hips where he catches the strings of her panties and starts tugging them down her body. She dutifully lifts each leg to allow him to pull them off and drop them to the floor. He grabs her ass, one hand on each cheek and pulls her down onto him, his cock delving deep into her soaking core.
She rides him slowly at first, enjoying the familiar feeling of his body under hers that she’d missed so much while out in the black, but soon the fire burning in her stomach isn’t enough and she adds a twist to her hips with each downward bounce and increases the tempo. He’s moaning and thrusting beneath her and she thinks she’s never seen him look so beautiful than when he’s inside her.
Jayne’s arms are tight with tension as he grips her hips firmly with his big hands, helping to keep their rhythm steady and she can see the by the lustful look on his face that he’s close. She pants his name forcefully as she focuses on the feeling of his length rubbing between her folds, her clit slamming against his pelvis with every thrust and their pubic hair rasping along each other’s skin. She comes with a shout and it feels like she’s going to explode into a million shards of River that will imbed themselves into his skin and become part of him forever. His orgasm comes quickly after hers, emptying himself hotly inside of her and breathing out her name.
When he can finally speak again, he plucks at the shoulder strap of her lacy red bra. “I like this,” he comments breathlessly. “Ya look sexy as hell in it, but I like ya better without it.” He grins and wraps his arms around her to open the fastener in the back before pulling it down her arms and tossing it with the rest of their clothes. With an unexpected burst of energy, he flips them over, settling himself between her thighs and kissing her breasts with a tenderness that she wouldn’t have imagined he possessed if she hadn’t seen it herself.
The second time they have sex that day, he makes love to her slowly, drawing out the experience to fill the little time they have left together before she has to return to the ship and she vows to him that they’ll be together again soon. When she leaves, she kisses him deeply and he promises that he’ll still be here next time she lands, waiting for her. Their goodbyes are bittersweet, neither one wanting to let go, but knowing they must. Afterwards, Jayne prowls his cramped room, like a caged animal. Being on land makes his feet itch and he longs to be out in the black again. He listens to the bedsprings next door and grits his teeth.
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Series: Clandestine
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1303
Title: Apart (3/6)
Series: Clandestine
Author: Cricket
Disclaimer: Please Joss, can I keep ‘em?
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1303
It has been six months, six long months, since Jayne had woken up on the dock with a searing headache, his duffle bag full of his few positions, mostly guns, lying by his feet. He’d slowly pulled himself off the ground, wincing with every shift of his aching muscles. Scratches across his arms and lower back where his shirt was rucked up indicated that he’d probably been dragged out of the ship by his feet and left stranded on whatever dust ball moon they had been grounded on. Well, not completely stranded, Jayne thought as he rummaged through his pockets to find his last job’s pay stuffed in a drawstring pouch.
Things have improved since then, but not by much. Jayne found himself hitching rides from one rim world to the next, taking small jobs here and there when he ran out of coin. It’d taken him about a month to make his way to Persephone, where he was now, standing naked-chested in his little rented room above a grimy bar washing his shirt in his too small bathroom sink. There’s a brothel being run out of the room next door to his, but he’s never gone over there despite the girls’ best efforts to persuade him. He can smell their perfume every time they pass by his door and hear the squeaky springs of their mattresses when they have customers and as much as his body wants more action than his hand can give him, he doesn’t give in. When he goes to sleep lonely every night, he resists the temptation by closing his eyes and thinking about his girl. He remembers her big doe eyes and her sweet trusting smile, the way she moans his name when he touches her and the things her talented tongue can do to him and he knows he doesn’t want what those painted girls could give him.
A quiet knock on his door makes him sigh and roll his eyes in annoyance. “I told ya ladies, I’m not comin’ over there!” He shouts, not bothering to stop scrubbing at the shirt in his hands with the bar of soap. “I don’t care what’s broken or needs to be lifted, I’m not settin’ foot in that room and I mean it!” They’ve tried it before, coming to him with sweet voices and seemingly innocent intents only to get grabby the second he opens his door.
“Jayne?” Her voice is soft and lilting and the sound makes his eyes light up and his heart beat a little faster. He drops the soap in the sink with a splash and rushes across the room to tear open the door.
River looks out of place in her simple modest dress and heavy boots among the working girls decorating the hallway who peer around her to peek into his room with avid curiosity. He gives a small whoop of joy and pulls her into his room with a tight hug, lifting her off her feet and kicking the door closed behind them.
“Oh, darlin’, I missed you somethin’ awful,” he moans as he sets her down, his face still buried into her hair. “How long ya planet side this time?”
“Two hours and forty-seven minutes until my absence is recognized.” She revels in his enveloping warmth as she places small wet kisses across his pectorals, her hands roaming his back unashamedly. She hates not getting to see him everyday, but they make due with what little time they can get together.
“Ooh, you’re in a lovin’ kinda mood today,” he groans out as she licks across one of his nipples.
“Fifteen days, twelve hours and seventeen minutes since I saw you last,” she mumbles against his skin. “Missed your taste.”
She pushes him backwards until his legs hit his bed and he tumbles back onto the lumpy mattress. Straddling his thighs, she unbuckles his belt and whips it out of the loops with a flourish before tossing it over her shoulder. He chuckles at her eagerness and starts pulling her dress up over her head, exposing her contrastingly sexy red lacy underwear.
“Where’d you get all this?” She shrugs as she pulls his pants down his legs and over his feet.
“Inara brought me shopping last week,” she explains distractedly, intent on trailing kisses up his legs towards his aching cock.
“You get anything else?” He moans out while she wraps her mouth around his sensitive head. She nods quickly, the motion making her mouth bob along his shaft, eliciting another deep groan of pleasure. She pulls her head away with a little slurping sound and crawls up his body to straddle his hips, rubbing her lace covered mound against him.
“Another set like this in black,” she answers, dropping kisses along his face and neck. “And a very special nightie just for you.”
“Mmm, I like the sound of that,” he growls as his hands stroke across the soft skin of her back down to her hips where he catches the strings of her panties and starts tugging them down her body. She dutifully lifts each leg to allow him to pull them off and drop them to the floor. He grabs her ass, one hand on each cheek and pulls her down onto him, his cock delving deep into her soaking core.
She rides him slowly at first, enjoying the familiar feeling of his body under hers that she’d missed so much while out in the black, but soon the fire burning in her stomach isn’t enough and she adds a twist to her hips with each downward bounce and increases the tempo. He’s moaning and thrusting beneath her and she thinks she’s never seen him look so beautiful than when he’s inside her.
Jayne’s arms are tight with tension as he grips her hips firmly with his big hands, helping to keep their rhythm steady and she can see the by the lustful look on his face that he’s close. She pants his name forcefully as she focuses on the feeling of his length rubbing between her folds, her clit slamming against his pelvis with every thrust and their pubic hair rasping along each other’s skin. She comes with a shout and it feels like she’s going to explode into a million shards of River that will imbed themselves into his skin and become part of him forever. His orgasm comes quickly after hers, emptying himself hotly inside of her and breathing out her name.
When he can finally speak again, he plucks at the shoulder strap of her lacy red bra. “I like this,” he comments breathlessly. “Ya look sexy as hell in it, but I like ya better without it.” He grins and wraps his arms around her to open the fastener in the back before pulling it down her arms and tossing it with the rest of their clothes. With an unexpected burst of energy, he flips them over, settling himself between her thighs and kissing her breasts with a tenderness that she wouldn’t have imagined he possessed if she hadn’t seen it herself.
The second time they have sex that day, he makes love to her slowly, drawing out the experience to fill the little time they have left together before she has to return to the ship and she vows to him that they’ll be together again soon. When she leaves, she kisses him deeply and he promises that he’ll still be here next time she lands, waiting for her. Their goodbyes are bittersweet, neither one wanting to let go, but knowing they must. Afterwards, Jayne prowls his cramped room, like a caged animal. Being on land makes his feet itch and he longs to be out in the black again. He listens to the bedsprings next door and grits his teeth.
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