Safe And Sound

TITLE: Safe And Sound

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 2 of ?

FANDOM: Firefly

SHIP: Jayne / River

RATING: NC17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: None, so’s I know of.

SYNOPSIS: River just wants to be safe and strangely that’s how Jayne makes her feel.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own FireFly. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to whoever created them and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies. Also I so don’t speak Chinese so all that is just plain made up.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please – midknight_tales@yahoo.com

Jayne let his mind wander, still trying to make sense of it all as he curved his body around her back and buried his nose in her fresh, flowery scented hair. He groaned as she wriggled her tight little ass against his crotch and his spent manhood, breathing a little life back into it. His one arm, served as a pillow while the other was lightly wrapped around her, his hand loosely holding her breast while his thumb slowly circled the taut little peak of her nipple. River sighed and pressed her lips to the skin of his arm while she rubbed her little foot back and forth along his calf and he tightened his hold on her. This was not what he had intended, but now, he wasn’t sure he could ever go back again.

She was still in his bed when he woke that first morning after, her naked body pressed warmly against his side, her arm draped across his chest, her little fingers curved over his shoulder and one of her slender, shapely legs between his. Her regular shallow breaths tickled and warmed the skin at the side of his neck. The perfume of sex and dried sweat still clung to them and he stared up at the ceiling, replaying the events of the night before and trying to find the regret and shame that he should be feeling, but he couldn’t. It was all kinds of wrong and despite his promise to her, he wouldn’t let it happen again, but he couldn’t bring himself to regret it, for her sake or his.

He tried to figure out how to explain that to her. None of the circumstances that had swayed him the night before had significantly changed, only his resolve had. He let his thoughts chase each other around, not quite finding any argument or line of reasoning that worked. The problem was, although he didn’t want to take advantage of her sexually, he also didn’t want her to stop sharing his bed. He knew how it made her feel and he had kind of become accustomed to having her warmth and scent around as he fell asleep.

Jayne was considering that what he had allowed to happen was definitely going to be more of a problem than he had anticipated when he felt her breathing change. She stretched and her silky skin slid along his as she tensed. A frown marred her smooth forehead and he watched with trepidation as she slid her hand down between her legs to check herself. She relaxed and turned her face up to smile at him. “Last night really happened?” she half-stated and half-asked and he nodded his answer. Her smile broadened and he exhaled a breath he couldn’t remember holding as she snuggled against him.

He took a deep breath and made his decision. He had stared death in the face on numerous occasions, but he had never felt this kind of fear before. “River, honey, I know…” he started, his fingers lightly stroking her dark, tussled cascade of hair, but he stalled as her smile faded and the joyful light in her eyes died. “You don’t want to do it with me again. You just humored me last night when you said we would talk about it. You’ve already decided.” She didn’t quiet accuse, but it came close as she pulled away from him. The narrow bunk gave her little room, but she made the best of it to put as much distance between them as she could, his thin blanket clutched to her chest to cover herself in sudden self-consciousness. “Shit!” he groaned under his breath.

“It’s not that, River. “You’re beautiful, cute and sexy, and when you’re not moon-addled quite smart and intelligent, and any man would want to… be with you.” He continued, finding he had to choose his words carefully to define what they had done. “What we did was special and… And, I don’t regret it.” He went on and he saw a hint of her smile and joy return, which made what he had to say even harder. “But, it was also wrong. You’re too young and… and I’m… I’m me. You… You should be with and do these things with… With, someone you love and… And, who can love you properly. I know that you feel safe sleeping in my bed and you can keep doing that, I… I can’t, wouldn’t deny you that comfort, but we… We can’t have sex again.” He stated, the words coming out in halting bursts as her face became cooler, her big brown eyes pained. “I’m sorry, River. I really am.” He apologized, braced for her reaction.

He needed her to rail at him, to scream at him and cuss him out, maybe even hit and slap him. He deserved it. But, instead her face smoothed and went calm, but thoughtful. “You don’t love me?” she asked in a quiet voice that tore at him more than any four words had before. He closed his eyes. He knew the words that would end this were: “No, no I don’t.”, but they stuck in his throat. “River…” he began, but she interrupted. “Yes or no, Jayne?” she restated her question with black and white simplicity. “It’s… It’s not that simple, River.” He stalled as the last few months replayed themselves in his mind’s eye. “I think it is and I think you do, love me that is.” She countered and then she was moving. He had momentarily forgotten how fast and agile she was and she was straddling his waist and leaning down to kiss him in a flurry before he could react.

He barely managed to catch her face between his hands to hold her lips less than an inch from his, her hot breath tickling them. The inside of her thighs were warm and smooth against his skin, her sex hot and he realized moist against his hard stomach. He closed his eyes and nervously licked his lips. His eyes shot open as she extended her tongue to touch his. His body betrayed him and he knew she couldn’t help but feel it as his rising erection brushed the curve of her ass. “River, no.” he requested in a strained, breathy whisper, the tip of her tongue sweeping along his lower lip and teeth as he spoke making his dick lurch and make a lie of his request. She stopped straining against his hands and backed up, but at the same time turned her face and captured his thumb, sucking lightly on it, making him moan and he had to force his hips not to buck, instinctually with need as his erection throbbed.

“Gorram, Girl. You’re not being fair… And, where in the hell did you learn to do that.” He accused as she nipped and sucked at his digit, her tongue swirling as her hips slowly rocked to grind her slick, swollen nether lips along his torso. She let go of his thumb and grinned down at him, her seductive actions at odds with the blush that colored her cheeks. “Inara has… interesting and informative dreams.” She explained, her teeth worrying at her lower lip before she took his hands and molded them around her pert breasts and sliding further back so that his dick nestled into the crack of her ass and against the small of her back. Her nipples were hard and pressed into his palms, hot little coals standing out against the radiating heat from her firm globes. “River, please?” he begged as he felt his resolve once again starting to crumble.

She stopped moving and let go of his hands, but it took him another moment to let go of her breasts and let his hands fall to the bed. She got up and off the bed with deliberate slowness and his erection slapped against his belly after sliding along her skin and he grunted and twitched at the sensation. “River?” he queried, shifting onto his side to reach for her, to follow her and try again to explain as she pull on her slip. She held up a hand to forestall him. “I’ll see you tonight and we’ll continue this discussion. “River, there ain’t nothing to discuss.” He countered desperately, but the slip of a girl was already silently ghosting away up the ladder that led out of his cabin. He punched his pillow with a frustrated growl and then recalled the amount and type of ammo he had on hand for each of his weapons to get his rampant hard-on to deflate.

Jayne took a quick shower and dressed before going to look for her. He knew it was futile to try and keep her out of his cabin and he just couldn’t trust himself or her in that private and intimate an environment. He stalked through the ship, feeling Serenity’s hum under his feet as she hurtled through the black, trying to make his search seem casual. He could have sworn each member of the crew he passed seemed to look at him as if they knew, but all their greetings were cordial, even Simon. As, it turned out, finding River when she apparently didn’t want to be found was as futile as securing his room against her and he couldn’t exactly ask any of the other crew members if they’d seen her without a good reason. He eventually decided to take his frustrations out on the heavy bag and then the weights in the cargo hold and an hour and a half later his arms were quivering with strain and sweat stung his eyes as he forced himself to do another set. He roared as the bar clanked back into place and he let his hands drop limply at his sides, breathing hard.

“Will you stop that? You’re going to hurt yourself.” River’s voice floating down to him and his eyes jerked up to the overhead walkway to find her sitting on its edge, her bare feet dangling in the air and her cheek resting on her folded arms on the second rail, watching him. He took his eyes off her for a moment to check that they were alone and was almost certain she would be gone when he looked back, but she was still there when he did. “I’ve been looking for you.” He told her as he grabbed his towel and dried the sweat off his face and bare chest while trying to figure the odds on him reaching her before she disappeared again. They weren’t good. “I know.” She answered while he swung to sit, facing her. “Could you come down here, so that we can talk?” he requested.

“I don’t just want to talk.” She told him, staying right where she was. “I… I know, Honey, but we have to talk. I have to explain, make you understand.” He pleaded, holding out a hand to her in invitation, but still she didn’t move and then the silence stretched out between them. “Do you love me?” he asked into the tense, still air, deciding to try a radical new angle of attack. “Yes.” She replied and although he knew it was cruel, he snorted in derision. “You don’t know what love is, River Tam.” He stated and saw anger flare in her eyes. He half rose in consternation as she pushed herself off the walkway, but a caution died on his lips as she acrobatically swung herself onto the top of some cargo crates and then lithely leapt down them to the deck, unharmed.

“You stupid Ni shi Gow foon De jin ni how!” she cussed at him, her tone harsh and guttural as she stalked toward him. “Wow, you kiss your brother with that mouth? But, yeah, now you’re getting the picture.” He told her, glad to get a rise out of her. “No, I want to kiss you with these lips. You just don’t get it. This ship is full of love, all kinds of it and I get to see more of it than most.” She told him, tapping her finger to the side of her head to indicate who she was and the abilities she had gain, or been cursed with as a result of what had been done to her. “Despite all your wild adventures Jayne Cobb, you don’t even come close to all the things I’ve experienced. Love means so many things to so many people, but I know how you make me feel. I know how I feel when I’m with you, safe, calm and at peace. Those are the things I need and you gave them to me, be it reluctantly. But, last night… Last night you made me feel the things I want, sexy, desired, like a real woman. You’re trying to pretend that you don’t have feeling for me, that you don’t love me, but that denial is proof enough that you do. I am young, in years alone, Jayne.” She informed him, the last said with a wistful tone and a bitter twist to her lips. His hands twitched to reach for her as he felt like the biggest shit-heel ever.

“But, you deserve better… So very much better than me.” He argued although all he wanted was to pull her into his arms, in part to comfort her and in part to feel her lithe, warm body mold against his while her scent surrounded him. “Would it make you feel better if I said I’d take what I could get until something better comes along?” she asked him coolly. ”No!” he responded indignantly and a little louder than he had intended, surprised at how much her words and demeanor stung. Her grin let him know he’d been played and he hung his head and nodded in defeat and acquiescence. “May the verse forgive me.” He muttered with little hope and took a deep breath.

“If… If we’re going to do this… I can’t believe I’m saying this.” He paused to scrub his hand along his jaw. “If we’re going to do this, then we’re going to have to tell the others. I won’t sneak around and hide.” He stipulated and she gave him a ‘well-now-that’s-an-interesting-development’ look with a quirk eyebrow and tilted head. “Inara and Kaylee already know.” She calmly informed him. “What?!? You told them we had sex? He asked in an incredulous panic as he tried to think of how he could get off Serenity. He started at her as she giggled. “No, they just figured out where I’ve been sleeping. I figure if we tell them, first, they’ll kind of be on our side when we tell the others.” She proposed and he blinked at her while letting out a sigh of relief. “Can we make sure Kaylee doesn’t have a wrench close at hand when we do and that you’re between me and Inara?” he enquired and she laughed again before nodding.

“Do we have to tell them right now?” she asked, her voice turning seductive as she stepped closer and then slid onto his lap while curling and arm around his neck to press herself firmly against him. “Well, maybe not right now.” He capitulated as his dick started to stiffen before her soft lips found his. She stroked her hand across his chest and ground against him and he pulled her tight against him as they kissed. His pants rapidly became too small and his erection throbbed in their confines. He was reluctantly about to break their kiss and suggest that they go somewhere a little more private when she all but jumped out of his lap. “River?” he asked in concern, but looked away from her when he heard a sound that became footsteps and when he looked back, she was gone.

He balled his towel up on his lap to hide his raging hard on as Mal and Zoe appeared from around the cargo crates. Zoe frowned looking around curiously and Jane held his breath. She shrugged and he relaxed along with the bulge that had tented the front of his trousers. He greeted them and then offered the weights to Mal and then left as casually as possible while surreptitiously peering around trying to spot River. Jayne made his way through the ship and back to his cabin without encountering anyone. His boots hit the deck off the last rung of the ladder that led down to his cabin and there she was, sprawled on his bunk, naked and smiling. He hung his head and shook it as he chuckled. His door had been locked, from the outside.

Jayne pulled his t-shirt off over his head and tossed it aside while kicking off his boots. “What am I going to do with you?” he asked, trying to look disapproving even as he admired her lithe, blossoming female figure. “I think you know.” She answered, the pink tip of her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she patted the bed next to her. He didn’t know if it was natural instinct on her part or if she just spent way too much time in Inara’s head because she was the consummate seductress. “You’re not as innocent as you appear, Young Lady.” He accused her even as he shucked out of his trousers. “I never said I was innocent. I can’t help what you think about me.” She countered softly, rolling onto her back as he sat on the edge of the bunk.

“True.” He admitted as he reached out and gently caressed her cheek. She turned her head, slid her warm smooth cheek against his hand as she turned her head to press her lips to his skin. Jayne smiled and wet his lips because they suddenly felt dry. His dick was almost painfully hard and throbbed against the confines of his boxers. He knew what she wanted and he would have liked nothing more than to simply take her and give it to her, but he found her beauty, her mix of innocence and sensuality fascinating and wanted to savor it. He tilted his head, letting his eyes wander over her nude beauty let his hand slide from her face to her breast, slowly exploring the shape of her firm warm globe. She moaned softly when his thumb found the turgid tube of her nipple.

She lifted her foot and placed it in his lap, flexing to rub and knead the bulge of his erection and he groaned as the stimulation made his balls twitch. He caressed the silk of her calf, slowly working his way up to her inner thigh and then down again as he explored her other breast. Her hand clutched at his, urging him wordlessly to be firmer in his fondling and he grinned as he complied, making her suck in a breath as he lightly pinched and pulled at her nipple. He moved her foot off his crotch and got on the bunk between her legs so that he was hovering over her. He leaned down and she strained up to meet him, but he stopped just short, staying just out of reach of her lips. He teased her, keeping just short of letting their lips touch. The young girl she had recently banished from his thoughts made an appearance as her expression became one of petulant frustration as he continued to deny her.

The girl disappeared in a flash as the woman returned with a vengeance as her surprisingly strong hand rapped around the back of his neck and pulled him to her. She moaned into his mouth as he retook control of the kiss, wrestling her tongue into submission as he tilted and turned his head against her grip to slide, grind and lock his lips against hers. Her grip relaxed, but she started to flex her finger, massaging the back of his neck and head as she sank back onto the bunk. River’s lithe little body writhed slowly under his, the silk of her skin a delicious sensation. Little shocks of delight made his spine twitched when his throbbing erection occasionally brushed against the inside of her thigh.

He left her lips with a nip to her already swollen lower lip and nibbled his way down her chin and throat. Jayne felt her swallow heavily as he sucked at her pulse point before heading lower. She gasped softly, and a quiver ran through her as he captured the taut brown peak of her nipple and nipped and then sucked at it. Her fingers tightened in his hair each time he sucked, her breath hitching in response. She made little noises that were somewhere between pleasure and distress as she tried to process the new sensations. He turned his attention to her other nipple while cupping and fondling the one he had just abandoned. Her moans grew louder and lost any edge of distress as her back arched to press her breasts into his mouth and hand. Her fingers made spidery patterns down his back as she clutched at him.

She made a noise of dissatisfaction when he left her breasts and shifted back at the same time, almost severing all contact with her. Her nails bit into his shoulders as she tried to pull him back. “Don’t… Don’t stop. Come back.” She pleaded breathily her eyes having a wonderfully wild shine to them as she lifted her head. He caught her brown eyes and held them with his. “Trust me, Baby. You’re gonna love this. I promise.” He told her in a sultry promising whisper before lowering his head to kiss her taut, quivering belly. Her fingers relaxed by degrees as she reluctantly released him. He smiled against her skin as he worked his lips lower with sucking kisses followed by swirling swipes of his tongue.

Jayne his hands on the sooth, warm insides of her thighs to spread her legs wider as he inspected her open, glistening folds for a moment. “Oh.” He heard her exclaim as he lowered his head and lapped at her, snaking his tongue through her swollen nether lips. He mentally echoed her sentiment as he tasted her for the first time. She tasted both sweet and spicy, something like cinnamon, yet not exactly, but still incredibly delicious. He groaned as he delved deeper, feeling a pulse ripple through her sex to expel a fresh torrent of her already copious cream. He closed his eyes to better focus on his sense of taste and smell as her scent enveloped him as well. He feasted on her, but remained careful to deliberately stay just clear of her exposed clitoris.

Her flavor and scent surrounded him and her thighs pressed against his hands as she unconsciously tried to close her legs in response to the flood of sensation as he continued to explore her delectable sex. He lifted his head and licked his lips to capture some of her nectar that had escaped him. Her head lolled to the side and he could see her breasts rise and fall as she drew and exhaled shuddering breaths. He grinned before lowering his head again.

She cried out, a sharp, burst of sound as her body stiffened when he captured and sucked at the pearl of her clit. He relaxed his lips and slowly, gently circled the sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue until she relaxed and her spine softened allowing her to settle back onto the mattress. “ Mi shu ni gnow sai!” she panted fervent exclamation of surprise, awe and appreciation in Chinese. “I told you so.” He reminded her softly with a smug smile before sucking again and returning the tension of jolting pleasure back into her body. His dick pulsed and twitched against his stomach, but he ignored his own need easily as he enjoyed her reactions to his oral stimulation as he had her alternately tensing and almost relaxing as he sucked at her clit or lapped at her folds.

Her head thrashed from side to side, her tussled hair forming a wild, dark tornado around her beautifully strained face. She tried to reach for him, but couldn’t quite seem to find the co-ordination to draw herself up far enough. She flooded onto his tongue and he drank her down like a man dying of thirst before latching onto her clit once more. He dragged his teeth lightly down the length of her clit’s protective hood, before flicking her bean with his tongue and then sucking at it hard. She cried out again and her continuous quivering became a series of heavy tremors as she climaxed. He eased up as she shook, whined and panted, but couldn’t stop himself from collecting the sweet ambrosia that poured from her, making her back arc again with a whimper.

Desperation or need gave her the strength and ability to pulled herself up and groaning; grasp the back of his head to pull his lips off her. She licked her lips, her eyelids heavy, her skin glistening with sweat, stray strands of her hair plastered to her skin. She let her weight drop back and he willingly slid back up her body to again hover over her. He let some more of his weight rest on her, feeling her breasts flatten, shuddering under his chest as she sucked in air. He curled one of his arms around the top of her head while cradling her cheek with his other hand. He caressed her cheek lightly as he gave her the opportunity to recover. Heat radiated off her sex onto his dickhead, making it twitch and drool with yearning.

River turned her head and kissed the side of his forearm. “Wow! Thank you… That… That was amazing. I never thought... I didn’t know… Thank you.“ She thanked him effusively when she turned her head back to look up at him, grinning, her eyes bright. He smiled at her exuberance. “You’re more than welcome. The pleasure was so all mine, Honey.” He accepted before he captured her lips with a soft kiss. She smiled and then opened her mouth at the gentle probing of his tongue, but it was her tongue that explored his lips and then mouth and he let her. He could see thoughtfulness in her eyes as he lifted his lips from hers. “I love the way you taste. What do you think?” he asked, verbalizing the question he was sure she was asking herself.

She rolled her tongue around in her mouth as she considered the question. “Interesting. Very interesting.” She answered in true River form, but smiled at the same time and he chuckled. They kissed some more and she started to undulate under him in an unmistakable invitation to do more. “Show… Show me more, Jayne… Show me more… Please?” She put that invitation into words, her teeth worrying at her lower lip, shyly for a moment as she made it a plea.

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