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BLUE SUN ROOM FAN FICTION - GENERAL
Jayne’s bunk heats up as he and Kaylee find comfort and healing in one other, Mal struggles with his anxieties over Serenity and Kaylee’s sleepwalking catches Mal off-guard and solves an engineering problem. Definitely NC-17. Explicit!
CATEGORY: FICTION TIMES READ: 1188 RATING: 9 SERIES: FIREFLY
Disclaimer; They’re Joss’s toys and I just borrowed them to play with.
Rating: NC17, for adult language, explicit sex
Remarks: Post “Objects In Space”, pre BDM. Final story in my "Faith" trilogy, and following immediately after my story “Raping Serenity”. Part of a long Jaylee story arc. If you object to this pairing, consider it AU or read something else. To read the backstories, click on my name above.
Italics may represent emphasis or internal dialog.
Feedback: Sincerely appreciated when civilly offered. (Author does tricks for nice feedback…)
Faith, Love and Serenity
Jayne’s bunk in a wreck, his guns, clothing and few possessions still piled randomly. But in the close, dimly lit space, he and the woman he has come to love are finding peace and comfort and healing in one another.
For a long spell, they lie entwined with one another, still fully clothed, renewing the connection they share, savoring the ecstatic tension of desire. Tongues search and parry, the rasp of his beard awakening the nerve endings of her mouth and face as he alternately kisses her and suckles along her throat. Their kisses are tender and yet passionate, growing deeper as both relax into their embrace and renew their communion.
Kaylee feels him hard against her belly and arches against him with a soft gasp as he slides his big, rough hand under her talk top and up her ribs, calluses scraping against her sensitive skin.
His eyes ask permission and she cups his head to the breast he exposes, the initial contact of his hot, wet tongue exquisite. At first he traces tight circles over the end of the nipple until she squirms against him and then he cradles the globe of her breast and begins to worry at the crinkled rosy areola, plucking at it with his lips and teeth.
The electric connection arcs to her center and she whimpers, pushing herself against his hungry mouth.
“Ya like that, don’t ya?” he asks her, knowing that the answer is yes.
She blushes, can only nod.
She wants him closer and throws a leg over his hip, pressing her center against him, nipping at the shell of his ear with her teeth.
“Got too gorram many clothes on, Jayne.”
She gathers his t-shirt into her fists, tugging it free of his cargo pants and off over his wide shoulders and head. Even in the dim light of his bunk, the hard planes of muscle forming Jayne's chest and abdomen gleam softly and Kaylee shakes her head in wonder. Her hands thread up through the thick dark hair covering his chest and she slides her palms across the tight points of his small, dark nipples.
Jayne hisses between his teeth and growls as he mouths wetly at her throat. His voice is muffled against her when he murmurs, 'You got any problem with any of this, baby girl, you say so. Don't wanna push you into nothin' if you ain't ready. That was bad stuff you been through." He’s aching for her, struggling to let her set the pace between them.
He reins in and looks her in the eye. "You want this, Kaylee?"
She leans back, panting, and smiles at him, like a sunbeam breaking through the clouds. She hasn’t smiled at him like this in a long while and the desire plainly evident in her radiant face offers him a clear answer.
Up from the bunk and she pulls her top off over her head, the thick mass of her hair tumbling out as her breasts fall free. Her eyes never leave Jayne's as she tucks her thumbs into her turned-down overalls at the hollow of each hip and slowly slips them and her pink-flowered unders to the floor.
"Been awhile, ain't it?" she whispers, stepping free.
Jayne chuckles and grins at the gently illuminated angel before him, her soft curves and full, womanly hips anchored by a triangle of soft, dark curls.
"Yeah.” His voice is husky with his need for her. “Five days without some of you is too ruttin' long." While he's talking, he unzips his cargo pants and slides them off, his erection springing free of the confining garment.
"Come over here, baby girl…"
He shifts himself on the narrow futon, making room for Kaylee to lie down beside him, and slips his arm under her head as she slides close. Her beauty overwhelms him.“Aw hell, Kaylee,” he groans and draws her to him.
As they kiss, their bodies rock and undulate against one another, first gently and then with growing intensity. Hands trace the landscape of taut muscle and soft flesh, the slope of breasts and buttocks, the tender hollows at the neck, behind the knees. Where his cock presses against her thigh and hip, her skin grows slick with his desire, and his searching fingers find her equally wet for him.
He cups his hand over the softness of her mound, kneading the kernel of her clit through her swollen lips and feeling the wet heat that pulses within her. At his knowing touch, Kaylee moans and rises to him, clutching his thick wrist with her hand.
"No…" he growls. "Do it like this," and he buries her fingers in her own wet core, his hand flexing and grinding them against her until she cries out, shaking.
"God, Kaylee, you got no idea how much I love watchin' an' makin' you come, hearin' your cries and whimpers. I could lay here and play with you all night long…" His comments are cut short when she wraps her hand around his shaft and firmly stokes up and over the slick, flared head of his cock.
"Or," he gulps audibly, "I can just lie back an' let you do that all ya want to."
She grins smugly as the big man tenses and thrusts himself through her grasp, then she slips down his hard-muscled body until she can take him into her mouth, his sex like rose petals over hard iron, rich with his musk and salty-sweet.
“Mmm… you taste so fine," she whispers, rising off him, then laps at the moisture that gathers at his opening.
“Tzao gao!” he rasps out, staring down at the erotic image before him.
He winds his hand into the heavy silk of her hair and guides her hungry mouth to engulf him again and again. Her tongue-tip traces the rim of his cock head and she mouths him wetly, her free hand gently tugging and fondling his heavy balls. Jayne's thick shaft strains her mouth, yet she adores pleasuring him like this, her soft lips and busy tongue exploring the tangled net of veins that encase his swollen sex.
With a guttural gasp, Jayne reluctantly warns her, "You don't stop that, I'm gonna wind up feedin' you dessert, li'l girl. Mighty temptin', but I want you, Kaylee, want you real bad."
He draws her up beside him and just shakes his head. "Wu de tyen ah, you are so ruttin' beautiful… " His eyes gleam blue-black in his dimly-lit bunk.
“Lay back for me, girl. Just wanna look at you…”
She leans back against the merc’s pillow, one thigh flexed, her nipples rising proudly with desire and realizes in her gut how much she wants this man. Her lip trembles as she whispers longingly, “Jayne, please, don’t make me wait so long.”
“We done more’n enough waitin’, Kaylee girl.”
With great care and tenderness, the big mercenary settles himself between Kaylee's thighs, the evidence of his desire rising hard between them as he nibbles at her breasts.
Kaylee whimpers her hunger and raises her hips to him, gasping as the thickness of his cock slips suddenly into her wetness, filling her utterly. He's still for a moment, allowing her body to adjust to his bulk, and then he begins to move, alternately teasing her clit and plunging deeply into her to nudge at her cervix. With each deep thrust, Kaylee's dark eyes go wide and involuntary squeaks burst from her half-open mouth.
In the dim light, the massive muscles of Jayne's arms and shoulders gleam and flex with each thrust, rock-hard biceps and bulging deltoids, corded pecs and the thick angle of his traps flex and shift in perfect synchrony. Her hands claw at his back, sweeping down the slope of his lean waist to cup the taut curve of his flexing buttocks.
"Oh God, bao bei, yes…yes," she moans, the tug and thrust of his diao within her glorious and overwhelming. The girl wraps her legs around Jayne's narrow hips and pulls him closer still. She hisses as his root rides hard against her swollen clit and fuels the gathering burn of another orgasm deep within her
Jayne sees it in her face, the way her cheeks flush, her head flung back hard, her lower lip pinched tightly between her teeth. His steel blue eyes narrow, glinting sapphire, and he gathers her against him, his mouth bruising the soft flesh of her bared throat as he thrusts into the molten center of her.
Her breathing changes, now harsh and keening, and she cries out just as a shuddering roar erupts from his throat. Within her, Kaylee feels the outward ripple of sweet fire, like an expanding shock wave, her body clutching with each pulse of Jayne's release. Gasping, she presses herself against him one final time, soaring on the storm that is Jayne Cobb’s lovemaking, and clenches with a final cry.
Slowly, their heartbeats normalize and the big man grows heavier and heavier as he slips toward sleep. Kaylee finally nuzzles his ear and whispers, "Hey there, ya wanna ease over a little? I'm getting' squished."
"Sorry", the merc gently tugs free of her body and rolls onto his side, one big arm slung across her middle. "Love you, baby girl…" he mumbles and begins to snore softly.
The bunk beneath her is soaked. Xiè xie, she thinks in amusement. Guess I'm sleepin' in 'Lake Jayne' again.
Kaylee presses a kiss to her lover's chest, breathing in his familiar smell. “Tzoo-foo-nee, Jayne Cobb. I love you, too.”
Late in the night, Kaylee sits up on the side of Jayne’s bunk, oblivious to him as he snores softly behind her. Her eyes are vacant, her mouth softly open, her movements languid.
She reaches into the tumbled pile of clothing they stripped off before making love and drags out Jayne’s t-shirt, a rusty-brown one bearing the Chinese characters for “Big Gun” in red and yellow. In slow motion she slips the garment on over her naked body. It swallows her whole, hanging to mid thigh, and the soft draping of the fabric reveals as much as it hides. Her thick chestnut hair is a tangled mess, her mouth still reddened from Jayne’s passionate kisses. Her thighs gleam wet and sticky.
Softly, she threads her way through the piled crates and tumbled clothing on the deck of Jayne’s bunk, opens the chute and climbs up his ladder to the corridor.
With Serenity still on auxiliary power and in sleep mode, the passageway is even dimmer than usual, illuminated by only the faint blue emergency lights.
Kaylee turns and heads aft, toward the engine room.
As is often the case, Mal is awake long after his crew have gone to their quarters. The uncertainty surrounding his ship’s repair gnaws at him and he’s tired of pacing back and forth to the bridge. He’s tried to read a book of poetry that Inara left for him and decides the effort is pointless, then remembers Chester Benning’s gift, a bottle of excellent whisky.
Old Benning’s a good fella. A drink or two will help me wind down. Sure would like to get a little sleep tonight, get this gorram boat of mine in workin’ order tomorrow.
Mal heads into Serenity’s galley and unlocks his food locker, removes the unopened bottle, then grabs a mug and walks over to the big table. Settling his lanky frame into his chair at the head of the table, he pours a couple of fingers of the liquor into the cup. The amber liquid, with its sweet and woody smell, makes his mouth water.
Remembering his pledge to Benning to honor their fellow Browncoats who fell in the war, the captain raises his mug for a moment, the far-away look of memory in his eyes, and toasts, “To the Fallen…” The swallow of whisky goes down with a smooth burn – Benning has sent him the best.
His gaze turns inward and the man who claims to not look back replays his memories of those times and sips the fiery drink, reflecting on where the years have carried him. The alcohol does its work subtly and by the bottom of the second cupful, Malcolm Reynolds is finally relaxed and mellow, low in his chair with his boots propped on the edge of the table. He’s drifting in that space between waking and sleeping when he hears the squeak of steel on steel from a bunk chute swinging open.
Mal knows that others of his crew share his insomnia and wander Serenity in the wee hours of the night when sleep eludes them, so this alone is not unusual. But the figure that emerges from the dimness of the passageway into the soft golden light of the common area is not something he’s prepared for.
He wonders at first if he’s dreaming when Kaylee steps barefoot down the small tier of stairs from the darkened corridor, and shakes his head at the vision before him. Certain things are immediately obvious. Although Kaylee’s eyes are open, she’s clearly not awake or aware of Mal’s presence.
And much to the captain’s dismay, Jayne’s shirt does little to camouflage the fact that the girl’s been recently and thoroughly sexed. Kaylee's someone he feels responsible for, like a little sister, and her near-nudity and the signs of Jayne’s lovemaking make him cringe.
Yet the captain’s still a man, a lonely man, a man with a belly full of whisky, and the swell of Kaylee’s perky breasts and prominent nipples can’t help but stir him.
Ai ya, what am I thinkin’? That’s li’l Kaylee. No gorram way I got business reactin’ like this to her. I can’t be feelin’ this and she can’t be out wanderin’ around like that, sleepin’ or not. What if River was to see her, or worse yet, the Shepherd? The image of Book’s response tickles Mal. ‘Though come to think of it, now, that might be right amusing…
Kaylee walks right past the captain, totally oblivious, and heads toward the engine room.
Mal wonders whether he should get up and awaken her, then recalls hearing that awakening sleep walkers can be dangerous, although he’s not sure why. He decides that at the least, he should follow her to be sure she doesn’t injure herself or do something stupid to his ship. He eases his chair quietly away from the table and follows softly behind her, trying not to focus on the soft rolling of her ass ahead of him.
As graceful as River, the little mechanic steps over the threshold into the engine room and goes straight to a drop-down panel at the rear of the engine compartment. As she reaches up to open the panel, her movement hikes Jayne’s shirt high, and Mal sees far more of his mechanic than he’s comfortable seeing.
Kaylee shifts a component out of the way and exposes two thick red and green cables. With a gentle twist, she disconnects them and then reconnects red to red and green to green. Immediately, Serenity’s main power comes up and the Firefly’s big engine spins into action. No longer dependant on the fading auxiliary power, the lights brighten and cool, fresh air begins to circulate through the stuffy ship.
The sleepwalking girl closes the panel, turns and heads back the way she came. Mal is stunned and backs out of her way as she steps over the threshold again. Without even glancing at him, she smiles slightly and softly mumbles, “Hi, Cap…” then makes her way back to Jayne’s bunk.
“Sonuvabitch!” Mal curses in amazement. “She figured it out. Sound asleep and the girl figured it out!” He shakes his head in amazement, and with a wide grin, pours another shot of Chester Benning’s best whisky to celebrate.
(To be continued...)
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