Fanfic: Need (A Hundred Times More Remix)
Title: Need (A Hundred Times More Remix)
Author: Rinny
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: Jayne/crew
Rating: R
Word count: 509
Notes: Remix of A Hundred Times More by
aliaspiral.
Kaylee was first.
She was earthy and needful and so gorram pretty. Even all covered in grease and oil. She had lines around her mouth and Jayne’d just wanted to see her to smile again.
She had.
. . .
Mal came second.
In fact, Mal always came second. No matter how Jayne tried otherwise. Somethin’ ‘bout hearing the Captain make demands and the freedom to ignore them went straight to his head. Or cock, rather.
They never talked about it after. And it happened only rarely.
But Mal was the only one able to outlast Jayne. Ever.
. . .
Zoe was third. And she surprised him.
She likes it on his weight bench, after he’s already worked up a sweat. She never kisses him and sometimes, he’s not even allowed to touch her. He gets to lay there and she does all the work.
There’s a moment after, no matter where they are, when she meets his eyes and Jayne’s stomach lurches.
He thinks it’s because it’s the only time he gets a glimpse of the real Zoe.
. . .
Where Zoe goes, Wash follows.
Jayne can’t figure why Wash didn’t care that his wife was sleepin’ ‘round on him. But then, none of their marriage made a lick of sense to Jayne in the first place.
It happened between them on accident. At least, Jayne thinks so. Or maybe Wash was just wondered what Jayne could do that he couldn’t.
He almost doesn’t mind the running commentary. Cause when it ends, he knows he’s done good.
. . .
Inara was fifth.
It started with a smile and a look and Jayne was as closed to shock as he’s maybe ever been.
Whores weren’t nothin’ new, but ‘Nara was different. Soft and ethereal and pretty smelling. Jayne weren’t sure what she wanted from a hundan like him.
Only took him three or four visits to her shuttle before realizing that while the Companions are servicing clients, there ain’t no one servicing them.
Except for this Companion.
. . .
Simon was sixth.
Jayne knew it was comin’ cause Simon got quiet and his eyes were always on him. Like he were a curious bit of medical go se he couldn’t quite figure out.
Maybe he knew ‘bout the others. Maybe he didn’t.
Jayne figured it didn’t matter.
Simon wanted and Jayne weren’t one to turn away.
. . .
Day after Simon, River wanted to play.
She moved like Inara and smiled like Kaylee and demanded like Zoe. She ordered like Mal and bullied like Simon and teased like Wash.
But she tasted like River and smelled like River and sounded like River.
And that was good too.
. . .
Book was last.
And try as he could, Jayne couldn’t ever figure out how it happened. There were hands and muscles and skin slick with sweat.
And there was God, too.
It’s a private thing, Jayne knows. And he don’t talk about it. And they don’t either.
And after it starts, it doesn’t stop.
Author: Rinny
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: Jayne/crew
Rating: R
Word count: 509
Notes: Remix of A Hundred Times More by
aliaspiral.
Kaylee was first.
She was earthy and needful and so gorram pretty. Even all covered in grease and oil. She had lines around her mouth and Jayne’d just wanted to see her to smile again.
She had.
. . .
Mal came second.
In fact, Mal always came second. No matter how Jayne tried otherwise. Somethin’ ‘bout hearing the Captain make demands and the freedom to ignore them went straight to his head. Or cock, rather.
They never talked about it after. And it happened only rarely.
But Mal was the only one able to outlast Jayne. Ever.
. . .
Zoe was third. And she surprised him.
She likes it on his weight bench, after he’s already worked up a sweat. She never kisses him and sometimes, he’s not even allowed to touch her. He gets to lay there and she does all the work.
There’s a moment after, no matter where they are, when she meets his eyes and Jayne’s stomach lurches.
He thinks it’s because it’s the only time he gets a glimpse of the real Zoe.
. . .
Where Zoe goes, Wash follows.
Jayne can’t figure why Wash didn’t care that his wife was sleepin’ ‘round on him. But then, none of their marriage made a lick of sense to Jayne in the first place.
It happened between them on accident. At least, Jayne thinks so. Or maybe Wash was just wondered what Jayne could do that he couldn’t.
He almost doesn’t mind the running commentary. Cause when it ends, he knows he’s done good.
. . .
Inara was fifth.
It started with a smile and a look and Jayne was as closed to shock as he’s maybe ever been.
Whores weren’t nothin’ new, but ‘Nara was different. Soft and ethereal and pretty smelling. Jayne weren’t sure what she wanted from a hundan like him.
Only took him three or four visits to her shuttle before realizing that while the Companions are servicing clients, there ain’t no one servicing them.
Except for this Companion.
. . .
Simon was sixth.
Jayne knew it was comin’ cause Simon got quiet and his eyes were always on him. Like he were a curious bit of medical go se he couldn’t quite figure out.
Maybe he knew ‘bout the others. Maybe he didn’t.
Jayne figured it didn’t matter.
Simon wanted and Jayne weren’t one to turn away.
. . .
Day after Simon, River wanted to play.
She moved like Inara and smiled like Kaylee and demanded like Zoe. She ordered like Mal and bullied like Simon and teased like Wash.
But she tasted like River and smelled like River and sounded like River.
And that was good too.
. . .
Book was last.
And try as he could, Jayne couldn’t ever figure out how it happened. There were hands and muscles and skin slick with sweat.
And there was God, too.
It’s a private thing, Jayne knows. And he don’t talk about it. And they don’t either.
And after it starts, it doesn’t stop.