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

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[[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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"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.

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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

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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.

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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.

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Jayne slid into her, stretching her insides, pressing against muscles she wasn't sure she'd had until earlier tonight. It didn't feel good precisely, but it didn't hurt as much as she'd been expecting. He paused once he was fully inside, and River used the moment to acclimate to the sensation of being completely filled. She could see how this feeling could be pleasant, even pleasurable, given enough experience.

Jayne moaned and moved above her, and River felt a thrill run through her body. It wasn't just his body that excited her, but the knowledge that she could elicit that sort of response from someone like Jayne--no, she corrected herself, that she could elicit that response from Jayne. The mercenary started up a steady rhthym, and River's fingers dug into his shoulders, sharp nails creating half-moons in his skin. He'd pushed away the conscious thoughts, but she could still hear him, feel his arousal and his pleasure. She could see the electricity bolting through his body, just under the surface of his skin. River smiled

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Jayne could already feel his own release building rapidly, a tension, an ache, a wave about to crest. As her lips brushed his collarbone, he opened his eyes and forced himself to meet her gaze. After only a few minutes could feel her body relax and join his rhythm, almost as if by instinct. He grinned at her before ducking down to pull a nipple into his mouth.

The breathly little noise this action elicited was very like adding gasoline to a fire. His loins tightened and he moaned in response, his mouth leaving her breast. He shifted his weight a little to one side, and brought his lips close to her ear.

"You feel so good, bao bei," he murmured, his voice little more than a rumbling whisper. He reached down with one hand, cupped her ass and lifted her slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts. "Hot. Tight." His pace increased in time with the pounding of his heart. "So fucking beautiful."

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You feel so good, bao bei.

The endearment had more effect on River than she thought it should. His mind was so clouded with arousal and desire--and hers too, she admitted--she wasn't sure if it was sincere, but it sounded so nice. She decided she would like to hear it more often.

Jayne's hand was large, spanning almost her entire buttock, and warm. He tilted her, and oh! He was thrusting into her more forcefully now, and River could feel his orgasm building. Her fingers clutched more tightly into his skin, scrabbling for some sort of hold on reality as his arousal and desire mixed with her own. Her mind reeled with the dual sensations of fucking and being fucked, soft moans and cries mixing with his almost-growled endearments. "Jayne," she whimpered, her face scrunching up. "Jayne, this...I...yeeesss," she finally breathed.

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Jayne's orgasm hit almost simultaneously with hers, so strong it was very nearly painful. As he spilled into her, he pressed his face into her hair, breathing in her scent -- something unidentifiable, but uniquely River. She held onto him fiercely as she cried out his name, her nails digging into the skin of his shoulders and back.

Once sated, his limbs felt suddenly quite heavy -- too heavy, in fact, to do much more than lay partially draped over her, his nose still buried in her hair, lips pressed against her neck. She turned her head, pressing her cheek to his. He shivered a little as the sweat of their exertions began to dry from their exposed skin.

"How you feelin', River-girl?" he mumbled out sleepily, stifling a yawn. "You shiny?"

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River could feel the heat of a thousands stars exploding through their bodies, melting them together, their hearts beating as one. She didn't even notice how hard she was holding onto him, the shared pain completely swallowed up in the shared joy. He thrust into her one last time, and she could see a million points of Jayne flow into her body, like starlight in a black night, tying them even closer together

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Jayne very nearly dozed, thoroughly enjoying the attention as her hands and lips wandered over his skin. The vast majority of his interactions with the opposite sex very rarely involved an afterglow of any type; his cold hard cash was far more interesting to a whore than a good cuddle. He could almost get used to this, of wanting and being wanted in return. It was still somewhat hard for him to get his head around it, considering his past history with the girl in question.

When had fear and distrust transformed into grudging respect, to admiration, and then to something quite a bit more confusing? Though he wouldn't care to admit it, a bond had long been forged between himself and the entire crew of Serenity, a bond like that of a family. When he'd finally left the crew behind, it was with the certainty he'd never see any of them again. He'd said goodbye to his first family many years ago; this time, with the promise of adventure thoroughly soured, and without the reflection of a trillion stars in his eyes, it'd proved a lot harder