teffy | Jayne/River - Taking Him (1/2)

Taking Him - (1/2)
Jayne/River
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Jayne and River dance beautifully together.

This is a birthday fic for

literarylemming that turned into a monster. It's a little departure from what I've seen in some other Rayne fics. Hope you enjoy it, darling.

There's always that moment before the job that has Jayne wondering if this is it. His last one.

Is a bullet going to rip through him? Those last few blows of a fist hit too quick and too hard for him to continue breathing? Will it be fast? Slow? It's going to hurt, he knows that much, and it doesn't surprise him. Life hurts a lot, and death shouldn't be no different.

Jayne's not one to get philosophical, but the questions are there when he finds himself facing down death along with the one that's there all the time, in the back of his mind...

Who besides his Ma's going to cry when he gets put in the ground?

It makes his head hurt, mind turning over all those questions, especially when they're crammed in the time it takes him to slip the gun from his holster and start firing.

Mal's yelling at him. Something that might be Jayne, get down! or Jayne, I need more ammo! but it doesn't really matter either way. This job started going sour the moment they stepped into the dingy bar. So, Jayne keeps firing until the smoke gets too thick to see through.

And suddenly, she's there. That gorram crazy girl with her bare feet and innocent face, looking like she'd be the last one to start or finish any trouble.

River slides past him and he's about to yell at her to get out of his way, only...she's not in his way.

He drops his empty clips to the floor and moves forward after her. She knows what he's doing even before he does. He goes right, she goes left. She ducks when he delivers solid punches and he leans back, allowing her to kick over his right shoulder. He barely registers the thudding noise of an unconscious body behind him.

Her eyes never leave his, not as they fight their way across the crowded bar and Jayne finds himself trapped in that gaze.

River spins one final time, turning to fall back in his arms. He supports her as her legs kick up in sharp, precise movements.

Two more bodies fall to the floor.

They're both panting, breathless from the adrenaline rush, and she still has her back pressed all along his front and her hair is fanned out against his chest.

River pulls away, tantalizing him with the slow movements of her body. She turns to look at him, her face is flushed and her pupils dilated. She looks drugged.

The Captain and Zoe move out from behind the bar, watching them both curiously.

Mal hooks his thumbs in his belt. "Well...that was downright destructive of you two, wasn't it?"

*****

River's been staring at him since they arrived back on the ship and it's beginning to make him nervous.

She's there when he turns the corner, when he stomps angrily up the steps, whenever he tries to settle down in the galley for a bite to eat, she wanders in. He attempts to work out, blow off some steam, but she's there too, standing at the top of the stairs, watching him with a curious tilt of her head.

It's driving him crazy and he thinks maybe that's why she's doing it. Maybe she wants to make him as nutty as she is.

He's in the cargo bay moving boxes, shifting things around a bit so there'll be room for the next shipment, when he feels her eyes on him yet again.

"I know it's you, girl." Jayne growls roughly, not even bothering to turn around. "You ain't given me a minutes peace since that job in that dusty ol' town on that dusty ol' planet." He pulls the gloves from his hands angrily and tosses them onto the nearest crate before turning around to face her.

He falters for a moment when he sees the look in her eyes.

"What d'you want?"

"Wanted to thank you for dancing with me." She says in that slow, measured voice of hers.

Jayne's eyes narrow. "What?"

River simply tilts her head and smiles. "You waltz beautifully, Jayne."

He rests his hands on his hips and stares at her. "You done gone and got even more crazy? I didn't think that was possible...what are you talkin' about I 'danced with you?'"

River moves quickly and before he knows it, she's standing right in front of him, fingers pressing against his stomach, against those lingering bruises from the bar fight.

"All black and blue." She murmurs, looking up at him through her lashes. "You were supposed to let me lead."

Jayne has no idea what she's saying really, but that doesn't matter because she's touching him. He hisses in a breath when she presses down a little too roughly and the pain turns to pleasure that shoots sensations straight to his cock.

Jayne grabs her wrist and pulls her forward, her hand is no longer on his stomach, but she's tugged forward until she's pressed flush against him.

"You messin' with me, girl?" His voice trembles, desperate and uncertain, the feelings rushing through him, simply because of her proximity, only leave confusion in their wake.

"No mess." She whispers, pulling her hand and his down until his palm slides against her cheek. "I'm going to leave you nice and tidy."

It makes sense. She makes sense to him and in that moment Jayne wishes it would go on forever.

His hand is dark against her pale skin and he doesn't know why he's touching her, only that he has to. She's soft, somehow he'd known she'd be, and her hair falls across his knuckles when she leans into his touch.

River's fingers come between them again. Jayne's eyes slip closed as her palm slides down his chest and across his ribs.

The whimper surprises them both and it takes Jayne a moment to realize he's the one who made the needy sound. He opens his eyes to find her smiling up at him.

"What other noises do you make?" She questions lowly and the heat begins to pool in his belly.

Jayne's fingers tangle in her hair and she sighs. She's close enough now that he can feel her breath along his chin. River tips her head up just as his tips down and his lips brush against her forehead.

"Gorrammit girl, you're too short." He growls in frustration.

She giggles and surges up onto her toes, nipping at his bottom lip before pressing their mouths together roughly. Jayne didn't think it'd be like this, her rough and grabby, himself slumped against the wall simply begging for more. She mumbles while she's kissing him, nonsense words that make sense when murmured into his gasping mouth. It's too much. Ta ma de is it too much, and Jayne breaks away from the onslaught, head falling back with a thud.

"Mine, all mine." River whispers breathlessly against his neck. "Mine...only you don't know it yet."

His eyes open, attempting to find something to focus on besides the stars swimming in front of him. His head lolls lazily, moving this way and that, giving River better access to the sensitive skin of his shoulder, just underneath the collar of his shirt.

"You takin' me then?" He questions with a weak huff of laughter. "You makin' me yours, little girl?"

"Don't have ta take what I already got." She answers in a mockery of his own voice a moment before she bites down on that place along his shoulder.

Hard.

Those stars he was seeing before have just gone and exploded into thousands of pieces.

Jayne's knees buckle and he slips down the wall a bit. She moves even closer, if that's even possible, and he feels her legs on either side of one of his, straddling his thigh. River's hands slide up the back of his neck to trail through his hair. Jayne suddenly remembers he has arms and hands too, and puts them to good use by wrapping them firmly about her waist.

"You learnin' me some things I didn't even know about myself." Jayne says in awe, looking down and trying to catch her gaze.

She glances up at him dreamily, tongue snaking out to lick at the corner of her mouth. "Anything else you'd like to learn? River has been able to deduce several things so far...how you taste for example."

Jayne's hips shift at her words and he groans. "Now, that ain't playin' fair." He fists the material at her waist, bunching up her skirt with his hands.

River gives him a sympathetic pout. "Sorry, sorry...but rules were made to be broken."

Jayne tugs and tugs until he can slip a hand underneath her skirt and slide his palm against the back of her thigh. "And you were made for me." He says hoarsely. "Fittin' right here in my hand like this, all sidled up against me, squirming and naughty." He watches her eyes flutter shut as he slips his fingers between his legs.

"Show me I'm yours, girl." He begs. "You said I was, now make me believe it."