Collection: Part 1

As Always- Not my verse. I just like to fly in it.
Zoe and Wash from Jayne's POV

The Love Makin' Part of It


Jayne weren't much on love-makin. That was completly different from sexin. He made a real clear distinction on the two. Love-makin, that was all kind of trouble! Sexin was just plain clean fun. Now Zoe and Wash, what they was doin' was love-makin. Why they had to be doin it on the sofa in the dining room in the middle of a sleep cycle was anybodys guess. Normally, Jayne woulda just gone right back to bed, but gorram-it, he was hungry!

It had been Simon's turn to cook again, and that man, no matter how much Kaylee and Book advised, cajoled, and helped, just plain couldn't cook! Jayne stood in the doorway for a second, considering.

From the way Zoe was moaning, soft little moans against Wash's neck, they weren't havin' no quick sexin' fit. This was the real thing. The pilot was on top, his flight suit shoved down so Jayne could just see the crack of his ass as he slowly rocked back and forth between Zoe's bare legs. That woman was wearing a dress for a change. Well, wasn't wearin' it' zactly, seeing as it was down off her shoulders, leaving her bare down to her high waist, and the skirt was clear up around her upper thighs, leaving her feet and legs bare where she had them wrapped around Wash's hips.

They were kissing each other, hands all gentle as they touched. Wash was murmuring something Jayne couldn't hear, but he could tell the tones, and it wasn't like he'd ever heard Wash talk before. Not sarcastic, or witty. Just a quiet gentle sound for Zoe's ears alone.

Jayne considered doing something. Makin' some kind of noise and lettin' them know he was there. He didn't mean to be watching. But at the same time, he felt kinda guilty at the thought of interruptin' 'em. They'd all worked hard as hell the past three days, and Zoe had been with him and Mal nailing down...or rather gunnin' down... (Jayne smirked a bit at the memory) the details of the job while Wash and Kaylee'd been with the ship, gettin' her ready to make the long run out to the Hebrides Colonies. The resident couple hadn't had a moment alone together in days. Seemed a shame to interupt.

So Jayne stood there, not moving, not making a sound. Zoe was hella gorgeous, her head bowed back over the arm of the couch, her arms stroking Wash's neck and his back, one hand sliding down to curl possessively around his ass, pulling him closer. Hell, like that, even Wash was kinda good lookin'. Not in a sly-way or nothin' like that! Jayne reminded himself firmly. Just, good looking in the way two lovers are real pretty when there's nothin in the 'verse between them.

They moved in tandem, lips meeting, hands touching, with an intimacy that was startling. It wasn't where they were touching; Zoe's hands on Wash's upper arms, on his back, sliding down under his crinkled flight suit to his hips; Wash's hands around her neck, then between their bodies, caressing her breasts, then back up to cup her face in his hand. Hell, Jayne had touched a hundred women like that. Maybe more than a hundered. But at the same time, not like that. Not like he knew her every move, how she would react so exactly to each touch, to each sound.

Zoe and Wash were in their own world; dark skin on light, husky murmurs filling the space between them. Which, Jayne observed, weren't more than an itty bitty slice of air. Erotic, tender, slow. Jayne searched for more words to describe it, but there were none. It was lovin', like he ain't never seen before.

Jayne was so busy watching, and thinking, and admiring, that he was startled when a hand touched his back. Bailing forward, he tripped and fell down the stair into the dining room with a clatter and an out-loud gasp of "Wang bao!"

Rolling and coming up ready to swing, he found Shepherd Book, who had only just now realized why Jayne was standing in the doorway.

"Oh. My." Book said quietly, a half-smile on his face.

Wash practically flew off of Zoe, every inch of his exposed skin turning bright pink as he twisted to pull up his flight suit as well as cover his unabashed wife with her own dress.

Zoe pushed past him, jerking to her feet as she yanked her dress; a slinky dress in brown and cream that just accented her hair and eyes, back up over her shoulders, hiding her magnificent breasts. Danger read in her eyes and her stance as Jayne pushed to his feet and ducked back behind Book, hanging his head.

"What the hell is wrong with you two? Don't you know better than to sneak up on people?" Zoe blustered, but from the clench of her fists, someone was going to die, and soon.

Book tried to rein in his smirk, aware that Jayne was using him for full cover.

Jayne ran a hand over his head, trying to hide his own embarrasment."Ain't what it looks like, Zoe."

"My apologies." Book said, coolly. "I wasn't aware the dining room was for Marital Relations at this time of night."

Now Zoe had to look abashed and Wash came to her rescue. "We thought everyone was asleep. And now that you've ruined the mood, we'll just have to go find somewhere else! Come on, honey! I think the Engine room is empty."

"Kaylee's in there, asleep." Mal came to the door, his eyes bleary from sleep. "What's all the ruckus? Can't a man get a decent rest on his own ship?" He blinked as he took in his flushed pilot and his mad-as-hell first-mate. "Zoe, why you in a dress? And what the hell is goin' on in here?"

There was silence for a long moment, before Jayne managed to pull his brain into gear. "Ain't nothin' Captain. Just interrupted Wash & Zoe's dancin' lessons."

Zoe gasped, her eyebrows shooting up in surprise. Wash, ever the fastest brain on the ship, grabbed her hand and swung her bodily into the frame of his body, glancing over at the group of men in the doorway. "Waltz, Captain. Everybody should learn to waltz."

Mal looked at Zoe and Wash, who were pretending to dance none to gracefully, then at Jayne, who was still standing behind Book.

"Well." There was silence for a long moment before Mal turned back towards his bunk in disgust. "Just keep it down, will ya? Some of us had a long day."

Zoe was giggling now, her head buried in Wash's shoulder. Jayne looked at them, trying to bring up a scowl and finding nothing really to scowl about. "Ya all mind if Shepherd and I get somethin' to eat?"

Wash glared at him, and Zoe giggled again before Wash grabbed Zoe's hand and dragged her towards the bridge. He glanced back at the doors, leaning against sill. "Fast thinkin', Jayne. Thanks."

Then he slammed the door and they heard the seal lock into place.

Shepherd Book was already in the kitchen, a pan on the stove. "The usual?"

"Yeah." Jayne pulled out plates as Book dumped pasta into the water to boil.

"I know what they were doing here." Book said casually, as he added spices and freeze-dried vegetables to the pot."Only one thing I can't figure."

Jayne smirked. "Know you're celibate, but for cryin' out loud, preacher!"

Book glanced up, his eyes unreadable. "What I don't figure, is what you were doing there? I know you aren't suicidal enough to spy on our resident soldier. And I never took you for a v
oyeuristic type."

Jayne was silent while he poured them each hot tea with a generous measure of brandy. Finally, he looked up at Book. "Hell, I don't even know what a voyeur-thing is. They just surprised me, is all."

"So you stopped and stared?" Book asked as he filled their plates. "Surely the act of sexuality between a man and a woman isn't all that surprising?"

Now Jayne shook his head, considering his next words carefully as he blew on his pasta to cool it. Finally, he answered. "Nah. It wasn't the sexin, Shepherd. What surprised me was the love-makin' part of it."


The End