Clandestine (4/6)
Title: Substitutions (4/6)
Series: Clandestine
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1534
Title: Substitutions (4/6)
Series: Clandestine
Author: Cricket
Disclaimer: Please Joss, can I keep ‘em?
Rating: NC-17 (as always ;) )
Word Count: 1534
The dust clinging to River’s boots makes little clouds around her feet as she ascends the ramp onto Serenity. She passes Kaylee sitting just outside the ship with her bright umbrella twirling watching the people pass by. She gives River a secretive grin and a little wink as she sees the girl return from her excursion.
“Did ya have good sex?” She whispers excitedly, trying to keep the others from overhearing where they stand just inside the cargo bay. Unlike the rest of the crew, Kaylee didn’t see anything wrong with the relationship between River and Jayne. The way she sees it, you should take as much happiness out in the black as you can get and if being together makes them happy then she’s all for it. She was the only one aware of their rendezvous and would often serve as a go between for them to send letters to one another. Thinking it was all wonderfully romantic, she insisted on doing all she could to help the lovers.
River nods and gives Kaylee a sweet smile as she continues up the ramp. Having an ally on the ship makes maintaining contact with Jayne immeasurably easier and she’s exceptionally grateful for her friend’s support.
“Where in the hell have you been?” Mal questions as soon as he sees River approach. Her relationship with the captain has been strained since he banished Jayne from the ship and she has yet to completely forgive him for his rash and overbearing behavior. The trouble with treating crew like family is that he didn’t know when to mind his own business and let them lead their own personal lives.
“Had to buy feminine products.” River had found several neat tricks to avoid the crew questioning her whereabouts when she went to see Jayne and alluding to her girl parts was always a great way to get a conversation dropped.
“Ok, I don’t wanna hear about your girly stuff.” She seemed to be going out for those things a lot lately, he thinks and he makes a mental note to mention it to the doc. “But I do have a job for you. You see, we’re thinking of maybe taking on a new crew member or two since we’re a little shorthanded as of late.” He rushes ahead, hoping she wasn’t going to dwell on the reason they found themselves lacking a few warm bodies. “Anyway, I want you to have a little talk with this fellow we’re interviewing. See what you can get out of him, maybe do your little reader thing if you’d like.” He thinks it would be a treat for her to get a chance to use her abilities and he desperately wants to see her happy again. She'd been moping around the ship for months and her smile has all but disappeared.
River agrees to talk to the interviewee despite the fact that she knows Mal isn’t looking to take on new crew. He and Simon had been attempting to cheer her up in every way possible short of allowing Jayne to return which was the only way to lift her spirits. They think that by introducing her to a man who they deem acceptable she’ll forget all about the mercenary.
She greets the man kindly and, though he’s attractive, she doesn’t find him particularly appealing. He wouldn’t make a very good addition to the crew, she thinks; he’s well built, but there’s more to the job than just muscles. No one knew weapons like her Jayne and this man couldn’t compare to his tracking skills. He stands confidently, but doesn’t have the same self assured swagger that Jayne has or the cocky grin that makes her heart flutter. He’s not tall enough and he’s too clean shaven for her tastes, she loves the way Jayne’s stubble rasps across her face, and other parts, when he kisses her. Just thinking about his touches on her skin makes a blush rise to her face which is quickly misinterpreted to mean that the man’s overt flirting is having an effect on her.
Across the cargo bay, Mal and Simon exchange cautious looks. They had found the man bragging to some local girls at a bar. He’d been polite and well dressed and had impressed them with his charming personality. He was everything Jayne wasn’t and they thought him a perfect match for River. A quickly improvised job opportunity had lured him to Serenity where he now chatted up the genius. Watching them interact, however, made it quite obvious that she is most certainly not interested. In fact, she barely seems to be paying attention to him. This wasn’t going well at all and Mal thought, not for the first time, that perhaps getting rid of Jayne had been a mistake. But by now, getting the mercenary back was out of the question. He’d lied to him and hid things from him on his own boat and there was just no making up for that kind of thing. You bend on one rule and pretty soon the entire crew would be disregarding everything he said. A good captain knew how to keep those under him in line and allowing Jayne to return would destroy his command. Realizing that this was going nowhere, Mal steps in and breaks up their little discussion, ushering the man out of the ship and promising that they’ll get back to him about the job.
“So, he was nice. Wasn’t he, River?” Simon’s thinly veiled motives are grating on River’s nerves and she can’t stop herself from rolling her eyes at him.
“If you’re through with your little scheme, I’ll be taking a nap now.” She quietly dismisses herself and retires to her room leaving Simon to frown at her retreating form. He doesn’t understand how she could let that ape touch her, but refuses the company of such a seemingly upstanding young man. He was well spoken, didn’t curse and seemed very bright and ambitious, even reminded him a little of himself when he was that age.
Sliding the door firmly shut behind her, River sinks onto her bed and sighs. She’s exhausted from her afternoon meeting with Jayne, but it’s a good satisfying kind of tired. No, it’s the mental exhaustion of dealing with the captain and her brother that has her feeling run down and weary. At least with the other member’s of the crew she didn’t have to deal with their constant meddling, all she has to do is endure their silent disapproval.
“With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls; For stony limits cannot hold love out: And what love can do, that dares love attempt; Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me*," she mumbles under her breath, thinking it odd how timeless the play truly was.
Trying to rid her mind of the unpleasant reality of the situation, she lays back on her bed and pulls the stack of letters out from under her mattress. Jayne had developed into a fairly good correspondent over the months and she relished in reading and rereading all of his words, as crude and misspelled as they often were. Her favorite letter was one he had written only three weeks ago in which he told her of how he thought about her at night when he was feeling lonely. Well, he never came out and said that, but River can read the meaning between the lines. His actual words included choice phrases such as “thinkin’ ‘bout your sexy thighs wrapped around my hips. Makes my John Thomas all excited, but once I finish off with that, it sure makes it easier to get some shut eye ‘round here.”
Imagining Jayne sitting in his room thinking about her and touching himself always makes her temperature rise a bit and she closes her eyes to bring the image to life in her mind. She can just picture him lying on his bed, his sheets tangled up around his calves as he stroked himself firmly. His eyes would be screwed shut, as they always were when he was concentrating on keeping his orgasm off a little longer, and his other hand would be resting lightly on his stomach. Maybe it would drift south to cup his balls or maybe north to pinch his nipple.
Her hand finds its way to her own nipple as she imagines him caressing his body with his large hands. Fingers trace up her thigh and burrow into her now damp panties and she sees Jayne in her mind rubbing his thumb across the swollen head of his cock. He spreads the clear precum around, adding lubrication to his strokes and she presses a finger, than two, into her entrance. He groans and she moans in response, rubbing her palm against her sensitive clit. Sparks of pleasure shoot out from her center, racing along her nerve endings and make her throw her head back in ecstasy while Jayne’s hot cum spurts out over his hand.
She recovers her hand and opens her eyes, listening to the blood thumping through her veins and reaffirms her objective to get him back.
*From Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, Act II, scene ii. It seemed horribly appropriate :)
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Series: Clandestine
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1534
Title: Substitutions (4/6)
Series: Clandestine
Author: Cricket
Disclaimer: Please Joss, can I keep ‘em?
Rating: NC-17 (as always ;) )
Word Count: 1534
The dust clinging to River’s boots makes little clouds around her feet as she ascends the ramp onto Serenity. She passes Kaylee sitting just outside the ship with her bright umbrella twirling watching the people pass by. She gives River a secretive grin and a little wink as she sees the girl return from her excursion.
“Did ya have good sex?” She whispers excitedly, trying to keep the others from overhearing where they stand just inside the cargo bay. Unlike the rest of the crew, Kaylee didn’t see anything wrong with the relationship between River and Jayne. The way she sees it, you should take as much happiness out in the black as you can get and if being together makes them happy then she’s all for it. She was the only one aware of their rendezvous and would often serve as a go between for them to send letters to one another. Thinking it was all wonderfully romantic, she insisted on doing all she could to help the lovers.
River nods and gives Kaylee a sweet smile as she continues up the ramp. Having an ally on the ship makes maintaining contact with Jayne immeasurably easier and she’s exceptionally grateful for her friend’s support.
“Where in the hell have you been?” Mal questions as soon as he sees River approach. Her relationship with the captain has been strained since he banished Jayne from the ship and she has yet to completely forgive him for his rash and overbearing behavior. The trouble with treating crew like family is that he didn’t know when to mind his own business and let them lead their own personal lives.
“Had to buy feminine products.” River had found several neat tricks to avoid the crew questioning her whereabouts when she went to see Jayne and alluding to her girl parts was always a great way to get a conversation dropped.
“Ok, I don’t wanna hear about your girly stuff.” She seemed to be going out for those things a lot lately, he thinks and he makes a mental note to mention it to the doc. “But I do have a job for you. You see, we’re thinking of maybe taking on a new crew member or two since we’re a little shorthanded as of late.” He rushes ahead, hoping she wasn’t going to dwell on the reason they found themselves lacking a few warm bodies. “Anyway, I want you to have a little talk with this fellow we’re interviewing. See what you can get out of him, maybe do your little reader thing if you’d like.” He thinks it would be a treat for her to get a chance to use her abilities and he desperately wants to see her happy again. She'd been moping around the ship for months and her smile has all but disappeared.
River agrees to talk to the interviewee despite the fact that she knows Mal isn’t looking to take on new crew. He and Simon had been attempting to cheer her up in every way possible short of allowing Jayne to return which was the only way to lift her spirits. They think that by introducing her to a man who they deem acceptable she’ll forget all about the mercenary.
She greets the man kindly and, though he’s attractive, she doesn’t find him particularly appealing. He wouldn’t make a very good addition to the crew, she thinks; he’s well built, but there’s more to the job than just muscles. No one knew weapons like her Jayne and this man couldn’t compare to his tracking skills. He stands confidently, but doesn’t have the same self assured swagger that Jayne has or the cocky grin that makes her heart flutter. He’s not tall enough and he’s too clean shaven for her tastes, she loves the way Jayne’s stubble rasps across her face, and other parts, when he kisses her. Just thinking about his touches on her skin makes a blush rise to her face which is quickly misinterpreted to mean that the man’s overt flirting is having an effect on her.
Across the cargo bay, Mal and Simon exchange cautious looks. They had found the man bragging to some local girls at a bar. He’d been polite and well dressed and had impressed them with his charming personality. He was everything Jayne wasn’t and they thought him a perfect match for River. A quickly improvised job opportunity had lured him to Serenity where he now chatted up the genius. Watching them interact, however, made it quite obvious that she is most certainly not interested. In fact, she barely seems to be paying attention to him. This wasn’t going well at all and Mal thought, not for the first time, that perhaps getting rid of Jayne had been a mistake. But by now, getting the mercenary back was out of the question. He’d lied to him and hid things from him on his own boat and there was just no making up for that kind of thing. You bend on one rule and pretty soon the entire crew would be disregarding everything he said. A good captain knew how to keep those under him in line and allowing Jayne to return would destroy his command. Realizing that this was going nowhere, Mal steps in and breaks up their little discussion, ushering the man out of the ship and promising that they’ll get back to him about the job.
“So, he was nice. Wasn’t he, River?” Simon’s thinly veiled motives are grating on River’s nerves and she can’t stop herself from rolling her eyes at him.
“If you’re through with your little scheme, I’ll be taking a nap now.” She quietly dismisses herself and retires to her room leaving Simon to frown at her retreating form. He doesn’t understand how she could let that ape touch her, but refuses the company of such a seemingly upstanding young man. He was well spoken, didn’t curse and seemed very bright and ambitious, even reminded him a little of himself when he was that age.
Sliding the door firmly shut behind her, River sinks onto her bed and sighs. She’s exhausted from her afternoon meeting with Jayne, but it’s a good satisfying kind of tired. No, it’s the mental exhaustion of dealing with the captain and her brother that has her feeling run down and weary. At least with the other member’s of the crew she didn’t have to deal with their constant meddling, all she has to do is endure their silent disapproval.
“With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls; For stony limits cannot hold love out: And what love can do, that dares love attempt; Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me*," she mumbles under her breath, thinking it odd how timeless the play truly was.
Trying to rid her mind of the unpleasant reality of the situation, she lays back on her bed and pulls the stack of letters out from under her mattress. Jayne had developed into a fairly good correspondent over the months and she relished in reading and rereading all of his words, as crude and misspelled as they often were. Her favorite letter was one he had written only three weeks ago in which he told her of how he thought about her at night when he was feeling lonely. Well, he never came out and said that, but River can read the meaning between the lines. His actual words included choice phrases such as “thinkin’ ‘bout your sexy thighs wrapped around my hips. Makes my John Thomas all excited, but once I finish off with that, it sure makes it easier to get some shut eye ‘round here.”
Imagining Jayne sitting in his room thinking about her and touching himself always makes her temperature rise a bit and she closes her eyes to bring the image to life in her mind. She can just picture him lying on his bed, his sheets tangled up around his calves as he stroked himself firmly. His eyes would be screwed shut, as they always were when he was concentrating on keeping his orgasm off a little longer, and his other hand would be resting lightly on his stomach. Maybe it would drift south to cup his balls or maybe north to pinch his nipple.
Her hand finds its way to her own nipple as she imagines him caressing his body with his large hands. Fingers trace up her thigh and burrow into her now damp panties and she sees Jayne in her mind rubbing his thumb across the swollen head of his cock. He spreads the clear precum around, adding lubrication to his strokes and she presses a finger, than two, into her entrance. He groans and she moans in response, rubbing her palm against her sensitive clit. Sparks of pleasure shoot out from her center, racing along her nerve endings and make her throw her head back in ecstasy while Jayne’s hot cum spurts out over his hand.
She recovers her hand and opens her eyes, listening to the blood thumping through her veins and reaffirms her objective to get him back.
*From Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, Act II, scene ii. It seemed horribly appropriate :)
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