Lady Sally's Place: River's apartment [Wednesday night, NWS]

[moonbraingirl]

[[Continued from hereRiver stopped outside a partially obscured door on the side of Sally's Place. Extracting herself from Jayne's arms long enough to punch in a code, she unlocked the door, letting the couple into the building. She pulled him in through the door, making sure it clicked behind them. "Elevator," she murmured, tugging him down the

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[aint_no_hero]

Jayne's not quite sure what he's done to deserve River's favor -- hell, he's even shot and very like as not killed a man only two short weeks ago -- but he's never been a man to look a gift horse in the mouth, either. When she nods at him, her dark eyes wide, her fingertips questing over his features, he does something he hasn't done to anyone in a very long time: he reaches up to cradle her face in the palm of his hands and bends to kiss her, hard

[moonbraingirl]

"Top, up, up," River says, still breathless from the kiss. She can feel the heat in her face, and knows she must be bright red. The electricity running through her body must have shocked Jayne when he kissed her, because his skin is like fire and her lips are tingling. Her fingers clutch at his tee shirt as she struggles to get closer, pressing herself against the length of his body

[aint_no_hero]

Jayne hits the topmost button on the keypad and laughs, a low, genuine sound of delight. "Ain't gonna break you, girl," he murmurs in what he hopes is a somewhat reassuring tone. "Might bruise you some, sure, but I ain't the breakin' type."

The girl's pushing herself against him, pressing, burrowing, almost as if she 's trying to literally get under his skin. He reaches down, cups his hands around that luscious ass of hers, and effortlessly lifts her up so they're eye-to-eye. Her legs wrap around his waist almost as if by instinct, and he turns, pressing her back into elevator wall and grinding against her. He quickly silences her resulting moan with another thorough kiss.

Far too many clothes, he thinks as he finds a bit of bare leg and follows it with the palm of his hand, up, farther, until his fingertips tease the underside of her thigh. He can feel the heat of her arousal as he traces her panty line from her hip and then down again to the apex of her thighs. He slides his fingers beneath the flimsy fabric and can't hold back

[moonbraingirl]

She's flying apart and she's not sure if the pieces will ever fit the same way again. Jayne's voice is low and smooth against her skin, flowing over her like syrup, leaving its mark even as it slides elsewhere. The elevator wall is cold against her back, and River leans her head back against it, using it as leverage to press her center harder against him. The electricity is shooting through her body, just under her skin, flashing so bright she's sure Jayne must be able to see it, if he would only look.

And then his hand is touching her and she's practically vibrating with contained energy. His fingers glide along her folds, dipping gently in between them. River can feel his lips on her flesh, can see the words dancing over skin like alphabet flames. "Burning, yes, like lava flowing over rock, melting. I'm melting, Jayne, can't feel my bones." Her fingers scrabble for purchase against his neck, fisting the collar of his shirt in her small hands. "Am I still here?"

[moonbraingirl]

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"Don't be angry at all," she murmured, feeling the outrage he was directing at himself. River's hand skated from his shoulder to his neck, fingers caressing the warm skin. "I was afraid you wouldn't want me if I told you; that I would just be 'the doc's moon-brained sister' again," she explained, her voice dropping to a passable imitation of his.

The hand still wrapped around Jayne's wrist loosens, and River slides it down his side to his hip. Her fingers stroke his skin, the repetitive motion calming for her, and hopefully for him. "I dance. That's all. Not all of the artists here are sexual. The customers ask, sometimes," she says, looking away and biting her lip, "but I never wanted to. Before now." Her eyes flick back to his, the words before you hanging unspoken between them.

[aint_no_hero]

Jayne's mouth twisted into a wry smile at her spot-on imitation, then faded into something far more grim and intense. She was looking at him earnestly, hope written over her features, her hands smoothing over his skin in a motion that effectively distracted him from self-flagellation.

If Simon ever discovered that Jayne Cobb was the bastard who deflowered his mei mei... Well, Jayne wasn't even half a genuis, but he was smart enough to figure out what Simon's reaction would be. He was sure sexing River was in the same category as betrayal, as far as Simon was concerned. There'd be a hollow-point bullet with Jayne's name written all over it; that much was made abundantly clear after his starring role in the botched Ariel job was uncovered.

Then again, Simon wasn't in Metropolis. None of Serenity's other crew members were there. If one were to really think about it, one could say that River Tam was all grown up now and on her own. She could sex whomever she pleased, big brother be damned. He sighed, pressing his forehead against

[moonbraingirl]

River continued to massage his skin as the turmoil raged within Jayne. She could feel his confusion, the conflict between what he thought was right and what he wanted. A small voice in her head dismissed his fear out of hand. Simon doesn't understand that I'm not his baby sister, not anymore. I haven't been since I went to that place. She didn't tell him that, though, allowing him to come to his own decision. When he pressed his forehead against hers, she smiled softly.

"I know," she murmured, tilting her head up to kiss his lips. "I understand the anatomy involved, Jayne. Though," she mused, "it's highly likely my hymen was ruptured during some previous physical activity, which will temper the initial discomfort somewhat." Jayne looked slightly surprised at that. "It's relatively common," River answered with a small smile.

[aint_no_hero]

Thus heartened, Jayne captured her lips with his, while his hands began to wander over her body at will. It didn't take much longer to forget the circumstances and focus on the feel of her beneath him, touching him, sliding her tongue against his with a passion that matched his own. He reached between their bodies again, to guide himself. He entered her as slow and gentle as possible, watching her face for any signs that he should stop, until he was buried completely in her flesh.

Gorram, but she was tight. He was sure he was hurting her, but her expression, while a little anxious, gave him no indication he should stop. He rocked his hips experimentally, and groaned at the feel of her around him, a wet, pressing heat urging him on. In the back of his mind, as he began a slow and steady rhythm above her, he hoped for-- something, he wasn't quite sure what. Instead of attempting to examine or get caught up in the unsteady swirl of thoughts and emotion in his head, he pushed them away and lost himself completely in her.