Tagfic: An Evening In
Authors: thecricket & just_unravel
Disclaimer: We couldn't decide which one of us owned shirtless!Jayne, but it doesn't really matter because we don't own any of this anyway.
A/N: Jayne has been going through crap in many fics, so we agreed to make up for it with smut.
River saw how nervous she was when she looked at herself in the mirror. She was criticizing her outfit choice for the night but she only had five minutes left to get ready. Tearing off the pale pink dress she had on, she stood in her matching lacey white bra and panties while she rifled through her closet, tossing things aside until she found the perfect thing to wear. Shuffling through all the clothes hanging limply on their hangers, she spotted the dark crimson of the dress Inara gave her for her birthday. It was far too revealing to wear when she first received the gift, but she decided that it would be the perfect attire for tonight's date.
She had planned the perfect evening for them and she was sure Jayne would be pleasantly surprised by her careful consideration. When he returned from the job he was currently out on, they would go out for dinner (which she had scrimped and saved her pay for) and maybe have a nice walk out in the open air. It had been a long time since they'd had real ground under their feet and River was looking forward to breathing air that wasn't processed through air filters. Now, all she had to do was to convince Jayne that this was a good idea.
He had been in a grumpy mood lately and was taking it out on everyone. Just this morning he was grumbling something about "all them gorram people, trying ta put me in pain." She didn't know what he meant by that, as no one had tried to kill him in days, but tonight she would make it up to him.
She looked in the mirror one last time, checking every angle for any flaws, before heading out to the cargo bay. As she made her way, she heard the bay doors open and quickened her pace. Bypassing the limping captain and the grim looking Zoë, River raced over to Jayne who was trudging up the ramp. He was covered head to toe in sweat and grime from lifting the heavy cargo all afternoon and she could see the exhaustion in his eyes when he looked up at her.
She hesitated for a moment, afraid that her plan for an evening out was too much. The last thing she wanted to do was make him grumpier. Instead, she settled to skip the dinner and the light stroll and go straight to the grand finale.
He cringed when she launched herself into his strained aching arms. "Baby girl, I'm a little too tired to be carryin' you around today," he grumped, setting her on her feet.
Her lips quivered in a slight pout and he leaned down to kiss them gently. When he pulled away, she saw a small spark in his devastatingly blue eyes.
"Hopefully not too tired for everything," she lightly teased.
"What did you have in mind?" He finally noticed her dress and let his eyes roam leeringly over her slim curves. As he reached for her, she stepped back and brushed his hands aside.
"First you must bathe." She scrunched her nose at the scent of him.
"Don't see the point of gettin' clean if I'm only goin' to get dirty again," he whispered in her ear. Her knees went weak with the feel of his breath over her skin.
"Shower," she gasped, her body still humming with tingles, "and I'll be waiting for you when you return clean." He took in her parted lips and lust glazed eyes and knew that he was in for something special. With a sly grin he winked and nodded curtly as he headed towards his bunk, but not before lightly pinching her behind as he slipped past.
To say he got ready fast was an understatement. He didn't even let the water get warm. After toweling off, he grabbed the first shirt out of his dresser and sniffed it. No, not clean. The rest of the shirts had a similar smell. Just when he was about to give up and started pulling on one of the not-so-clean shirts, he glanced at his bed and saw an outfit laid out for him. He smiled at the thought of his girl taking care of him.
He pulled the shirt over his head and was still fastening the buckle of his pants with one hand as he climbed the ladder out of his bunk. Now, where would she be waiting for him, he wondered. She hadn't said any specific location to meet, but judging by the wicked gleam in her eye when he'd left, he had a pretty good idea of what she had in mind. He headed off to her bunk with an excited skip in his step.
Knocking lightly on the doorframe, Jayne waited for her permission to enter. "Baby?"
He heard her soft voice only slightly muffled through the thin door, "You may enter." He took a deep breath to calm his excited nerves, as to not appear overly eager, and slid the door open.
The only light came from the flickering candles placed sporadically around the room. River was standing in the middle and Jayne watched silently as the shadows danced across her body. She still had on the red dress from before, but somehow it seemed even sexier knowing she wouldn't be wearing it for long and he was the one that was going to get to take it off of her. Her pale skin glowed in the candlelight, making her seem like a glittering desert mirage and he ached to see more of it.
River beckoned him to move closer. When he reached her, Jayne wrapped one arm around her, used his free hand to cup her face, and placed a heated kiss on her waiting lips. Her breath fanned out across his face as she sighed and her arms instinctively grasped his shoulders for support as he leaned her back slightly. She could smell the soap from his shower on his skin and savored the mental picture of him swiping his washcloth over his wet body.
Her fantasy was pushed aside with the reality of the moment; Jayne moved his mouth down to her neck and sucked on her pulse point. Gliding her hands across the wide expanse of his shoulders and up the strong column of his neck, she threaded her hands through his hair. He moaned his approval against her neck as her fingernails lightly trailed across his scalp.
His hand moved up her back to find the zipper and he slowly undid the dress. All the while, he kissed his way along her collarbone and slipped the straps of the dress off her shoulders. No longer supported, the front of her dress drooped down bearing her lace-covered breasts to his gaze. The hand caressing her face dragged down her front to cup one, his fingers rubbing the rough fabric against her sensitive skin. She arched her back in reaction to him pinching lightly on her nipple. His mouth replaced his hand and she could feel the fabric becoming wet.
Reaching down his back as he hunched over to lick and nip at her breasts, she tugged on the hem of his shirt until it caught at his shoulders. He reluctantly released his hold on her to pull the shirt over his head and toss it aside before returning to his ministrations. But before returning to her breasts, he reached behind her again to un-do the clasp of her bra. She helped in the removal process by pulling the straps down her arms and letting the lingerie fall to the floor between them. He placed his lips back around the nub as she pulled his head closer. His hands rubbed warm circles on her hips before grasping the barely clinging fabric of her dress and letting it drop to the floor around her bare feet.
Jayne moved his mouth back up to give her another kiss, his tongue tracing along her lips. Then, he cupped her ass with both hands and lifted her up. Automatically, her legs wrapped around his waist. This made it easy for him to carry her to the bed. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled herself as close to his body as she could get. Pouring everything she had into the kiss, she let her tongue intertwine with his even as he laid her down on the bed.
She whimpered when he pulled away to take off his pants. But she watched him with lust-filled eyes as he unbuckled his belt. Even in the low light, she could see his muscles ripple across his chest and abdomen. He toed off his boots and slipped his pants down his legs. Clothed only in her favorite pair of soft blue boxers he climbed into the bed, settling himself on his side next to her. His hands roamed over her bare torso, stopping briefly to caress and tickle certain areas, while his mouth reattached itself to hers.
Throwing one leg over his body, River crawled on top of him. He could feel the heat coming from her core desperately close to his groin. All he could do was tighten his embrace around her so he could feel her bare chest against his own. She kissed along his stubbled jawline, noting happily that he had neglected to shave. She enjoyed the rough rasp of it against the soft skin of her lips before making her way down his neck to the sensitive spot on his throat. The moan that escaped his mouth encouraged her to suck harder, marking him as her own. Her hands roamed the expanse of his chest and she dug her fingernails lightly into his skin. His hips bucked up in reflex and he resisted the urge to flip her over and pound into her. Instead, he let her be in charge of the evening, seeing that she had plans.
She leaned back to examine her handiwork, letting her weight rest firmly against his groin. She felt his hardened length twitch against her and smiled wickedly down at him. His hands wrapped around her hips, pushing her down onto his cock, before slipping beneath the elastic of her panties and gently lowering them down her legs. Her fingers grabbed the hem of his boxers and he lifted his hips to aid in the removal of the pesky garment. She stood up at the foot of the bed and slowly peeled down her own underwear. Propping himself on his elbows, Jayne watched as she hovered over him, completely bare and glowing in the candlelight.
She gazed lustily at his naked form on the bed; erection curved upwards, standing proudly from the dark curls at the base of his belly, clenched stomach making the muscles defined under their cover of taut skin and the trail of dark hair. Settling back down on his legs, River gripped the base of his cock in her cool hand and placed her lips around its head. She inched her way down slowly, taking in as much of him as she could.
Jayne let his head fall back against her pillow, his eyes closing in rapture as her tongue swirled around the swollen tip. He ran a hand through her silky hair, luxuriating in the cool glide of the strands between his fingers and cracked his eyes open to watch the slight bob of her head. She withdrew him from her mouth with a pop and licked a trail down his shaft to its base. Her tongue never lost the curiosity it had when she first tasted him and he's glad for it. His mind always went into a frenzy when she explored every inch of him.
She licked a trail upwards over his stomach, stopping briefly to dip into his navel and again to tease his nipples, before she kissed his mouth, letting him taste himself on her lips. Her body was poised above him, knees planted on either side of his hips, damp folds brushing against his aroused cock. His hands took a firm grip on her hips and he guided her core down onto his waiting erection.
River moaned at first contact and rolled her hips forward. Still having a hold of her, Jayne determined the slow pace in which she rode him. The friction between their bodies as their bellies rubbed together and her thighs gripped his hips sent a bone-deep warmth up through her, heating her from the inside out. He grunted and bucked his hips when she clenched her internal muscles, squeezing his length tightly.
She dropped her body down harder onto his cock as Jayne lifted his hips to power his thrusts. Their pace quickened; both desperate to tumble over the edge. His hands reached up to cup her breasts, fondling the soft flesh and pinching at her nipples. Sparks of pleasure shot out from the points at which he touched her, zipping across her body and making her see flashes of light on the backs of her eyelids. She could feel her control slipping, dancing just out of reach and added a roll of her hips to their flowing movements.
"Oh ma de, baby girl," Jayne panted out. He was close, so very close, and judging from her flushness of her skin, he knew she was too.
He flipped River onto her back without breaking their rhythm and pounded into her. The change of position altered his angle of penetration, hitting a new sensitive spot deep inside her. She arched off the bed, hips lifting to meet his thrusts and moaned out his name as her relief washed over her. With one last sloppy thrust, he lost himself completely inside her and fell against her petite form.
River wrapped her legs around Jayne's massive form to bring him closer and they remained connected until they both came down from their peaks. She cradled him in her arms, tracing abstract pattern across the slick skin of his back as she listened to his breathing even out.
She opened her mouth to ask if they could do it again, but quickly snapped her jaw shut when she heard a deep rumble from his chest. Craning her neck to look at his face, she realized he'd fallen asleep, face nestled against her breasts and arms wrapped around her slim waist.
"He sleeps," she whispered to the room.
River was about to wake him up and push him off before his full weight settled on her, but paused when she saw his mouth form a small smile of contentment. After so many weeks of dealing with a grumpy Jayne, she knew he needed to remain where he was and she let him enjoy his own serenity.