Title: Beautiful Eyes
Series: part 1
Author: sffan
Email: sffan2004@yahoo.ca
Websight: http://www.animeglore.com/fanfiction.php
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Simon/Jayne
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. I'm just playing with them Notes:
1. BEAUTIFUL EYES
2. INTERRUPTIONS
3. FIT TO BE TIED
4. CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
5. FUN AND GAMES
6. INTERLUDES
7. SHOT THROUGH THE HEART

Beautiful Eyes

We are arguing. Again. It seems like all we ever do lately. It's never really about anything, just him being him, and me being me.

When his hand reaches out and cups the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair, bringing his face within inches of mine, I flinch. I'm just not expecting it, he moves so damn fast and quiet for such a large man. The smell of him envelops me - tobacco from that stupid cigar he chews, sweat, oil from his guns, and that indefinable scent that is simply...him.

"Stop it, Jayne," I say. Trying not to show how much the hand on my neck is disturbing me, hoping he didn't notice the flinch.

"Do you really want me to stop?" he asks me. I can tell by the tone of voice that he noticed. Damn.

Unbidden, I remember that he once told me that I had a pretty mouth, during that disaster, months ago, on Ariel, when he betrayed me, us. I had forgiven him, he had proven himself over and over since that "momentary lapse in judgement," as the Captain likes to call it, but sometimes it still stings. I shake off the memory, wondering why it came to mind at all. Looking up into his eyes, I suddenly realize that those clear blue-grey eyes that go dark and hard as steel when he's angry and twinkle like stars when he's playing a prank, those eyes that are currently searing my soul, are more than pretty, they are beautiful.

I open my mouth to say, "Yes, stop it," but instead I hear myself say, "No," as I wrap my hands in his t-shirt, the awful green one that he wears far too often, that fits him so well, defining the muscles in his chest, back, and arms. I pull him closer and as I capture his lips with mine, those eyes, those beautiful expressive eyes, first widen in surprise, then darken with desire when I wrap my arms around him, press my body against his, and deepen the kiss.

End.

Title: Interruptions
Series: part 2
Author: sffan
Email: sffan2004@yahoo.ca
Websight: http://www.animeglore.com/fanfiction.php
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Simon/Jayne
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic sex, strong language
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. I'm just playing with them
Notes: Thanks to: Brenda, my wonderful beta, corrupter of the last vestiges of my innocence. Any remaining spelling or grammar mistakes are mine.
And thanks to the people that encouraged me to continue the series

Interruptions

As our tongues wrestle inside his mouth, Jayne's eyes close and his free hand reaches back, grabs my ass and grinds my erection into his leg. I moan and dig my hands deeper into the muscles in his back. Our kisses become more frantic and sharp, our teeth bump together a few times, I nip his lip, and he sucks my tongue back into his mouth. I pull his shirt out of his pants and slip my hands up his back. His warm skin is softer than I thought it would be. He gasps - my hands are a bit chilly, they rarely ever warm up completely - and pulls me even closer, which I didn't think was possible. I notice that Jayne is as hard as I am as he slowly begins to rub himself against me.

He continues kissing me, sucking on my lower lip in a way that sends waves of heat through my body, straight to my throbbing dick, but pulls his body back so that he can bring his hands forward in order to open my pants. As his warm, callused hand envelops me, my knees begin to buckle. Suddenly, I feel the bulkhead against my back - somehow, without my noticing it, he has managed to back me up against the wall. He strokes slowly, teasing me. His mouth moves to my throat as I begin to breathe faster and faster. He speeds up, a bit at a time, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

"Jayne, stop," I manage to gasp, "Someone is coming."

"Yeah, you...in about a minute."

"I'm serious. Listen." He stops nibbling my neck to bring his head up to listen, but his hand keeps stroking. He hears the footsteps echoing down the passageway. In addition to the footsteps, I can now hear the faint echoes of conversation. It's the Captain and Zoe. Shit.

"Damn it," Jayne says as he pulls back from my neck. With a devilish look in his eyes he gives me a tight, sharp squeeze that makes me gasp so hard I almost stop breathing. Then he steps back, tucks in his shirt, and leans nonchalantly against the wall with his arms crossed.

"Bastard," I mutter, while I tuck myself back into my pants, quickly button them up, and smooth down my vest. I haven't got time to flatten my hair before the Captain and Zoe round the curve and come into view.

"There you are," Mal drawls at Jayne. "Been lookin' for you everywhere."

"Been right here," he drawls back. He can be such a smartass, sometimes.

"Hey Doc, you O.K?" Zoe asks. "You look kinda flushed." As she peers at me, I pray her eyes stay on my face. Zoe's not the kind of woman who would not recognize a raging hard-on when she saw one.

Before I have a chance to say anything, Jayne pipes up, "He got all riled up over a discussion we were havin'. It's been a real hair twister." He smirks at me, light twinkling in his eyes, "Isn't that right?"

"Yeah," I mumble, giving him a look of death, as I run my fingers through my hair.

"Well, never mind that. We have a job to do, Jayne, so grab Vera and let's go." Mal smacks Jayne on the arm as he says this. Jayne unfolds himself from the wall and follows the two of them down the hall.

As I stand there and begin to regain my composure, I hear his voice call back, "This ain't over yet. Got lots more to say." The sound of his voice sends a wave of desire trembling down my spine.

Bastard.

* * * *

They've been gone for three days. I'm tinkering around in the medlab, trying not to worry, but the Captain's a magnet for trouble. Some he starts himself, some just seems to find him. I know Wash is worried too, he'd never admit it, but I can sense it. We're both wandering around the ship like lost puppies trying to distract ourselves from the fact that the landing party rarely seems to come back without a new hole shot or stabbed into them. I never used to worry about Jayne. All this is a result of a little heavy petting out in the corridor. I sigh.

I'm so distracted by my thoughts that I don't hear the footsteps behind me until it's too late. Jayne's big muscular arms wrap around me from behind and his head comes around to kiss me on the cheek.

"Honey, I'm home," he murmurs in my ear. Smartass.

While he nibbles on my neck and ear, his hands move forward and unbutton my vest. He pulls my shirt up and starts unbuttoning it, too, and then stops about half way up. I press myself back against him. He smells wonderful, the same mixture of sweat, oil, tobacco, and him that I noticed three days ago in the hallway. He's already hard. Me too. Jayne's fingers trace small circles on my stomach, making me twitch. My breath is already starting to speed up. How can he do this to me so quickly?

His hands move down and undo my pants. He runs his fingers along the underside of my cock, sending delicious waves of pleasure up and down my body. As he begins to slide my pants down over my hips, I realize that I have to tell him - I have to tell him I've never been with a man before. I open my mouth and that's when I hear Kaylee's voice echoing down the corridor.

"River! River, get back here this minute!" Oh, crap.

"Fuuuck!" Jayne growls as walks around me and hops up on the examining table. I turn and face him and, once again, frantically try to put myself back together. I manage to get my shirt buttoned and tucked in before I hear River's footsteps come skipping into the medlab, with Kaylee not far behind.

"Bonds of green and blue, green and blue," River sings as she literally skips around the medlab. At least she's singing, instead of screaming. That's definitely an improvement, but the medication we got on Ariel still really hasn't done the trick. She still has days where no one knows what the *fuck* she's talking about. Like right now. I try not to be angry, but sometimes I can't help it.

"Simon, I'm so sorry. She just got away from me," Kaylee says contritely, when she sees my face. Then almost in the same breath: "Jayne, are you O.K.? The Captain didn't mention that anyone got hurt."

"Naah. I'm fine, just a bit of a sore shoulder I thought the Doc here could look at." He's got that same damn smirk on his face that he did three days ago. I mouth 'you bastard' at him. The smirk just widens and those damn beautiful eyes go bright with mirth.

I'm standing there with my pants still open trying to figure out how I'm going to get them done up before Kaylee notices, when River, who has been skipping about the medlab gleefully singing her new 'green and blue' song, suddenly grabs Kaylee by the hands and starts spinning her around and around. I take advantage of the distraction to do up my pants. I turn around just in time to see Kaylee go spinning off onto the couch in a dizzy heap before River grabs me, and starts spinning me around.

"Bonds of blue and green, blue and green," she sings this time.

"Looks like you have your hands full, Doc. I'll come back later," he says as he hops off the examining table and strolls out of the medlab. Leaving me with Kaylee, an incoherent sister, and a hard-on.

Shit.

* * * *

Dinner is agonizing - just plain agonizing. Every time I look up from my plate, Jayne's staring at me with this hungry look in eyes. My heart is pounding in my chest so loudly I'm surprised no one can hear it. I get up after only finishing half my food.

"You O.K., Simon?" Book asks with concern.

"I'm fine. Just not that hungry," I respond, "I'm just going to wander around a bit. Can you make sure River makes it back to her room?"

"Sure."

I thank him and leave the galley. I'm not far down the corridor when I hear Jayne's heavy footsteps behind me. He grabs me by the arm and starts dragging me down the passageway towards his room. I have to trot to keep up. When we get to the door he practically throws me inside.

"No more ruttin' interruptions," he says as he locks his door.

I have barely turned around to face him when his arms reach for me. One hand curls around my neck and the other grabs my ass as he pulls me into his passionate kiss. My hands dig into his back. I groan when he starts sucking my lower lip. I run my hands down his chest and then start pulling up his shirt. As my hands run up his body, dancing against the skin, he moans into my mouth. I soon have his shirt off and trail kisses down his neck to his chest. I latch onto a nipple and his back arches into it. He pulls my face up for another kiss. He gets his hands between us and unbuttons my vest. He starts on my shirt.

"Fuck this shit," Jayne says as his hands tighten on my shirt. I can feel his muscles tensing under my hands. When he pulls outward, buttons fly everywhere. He peels the shirt off me and throws it on the floor. He crushes our bodies together. The touch of his skin against mine makes me gasp again. Our lips meet again. Frantically, we each undo the other's pants. We grip each other at the same time and moan in unison. I slowly start stroking Jayne's erection. He does the same to me.

"Jayne, I've never done this before," I whisper into his chest, feeling embarrassed, knowing I shouldn't be.

"Figured as much," comes the reply. "Not a problem, enthusiasm counts almost as much as experience." He smiles down at me. "Don't worry, I can be gentle, when I need to be," he whispers before he kisses me lightly on the lips. Then deepens it, tongue swirling around in my mouth, exploring it. He sucks on my tongue, making me moan.

Jayne closes the gap between us, and lets go of me long enough to bring our throbbing dicks together. He wraps his hand around mine and we begin to stroke together. The sensation of hands and dicks rubbing together sends bolts of pleasure down my spine to my scrotum. We both grunt and moan. I can barely catch my breath and my heart is pounding. I cry out as I come. Jayne's not far behind.

I lean into him panting as he bends to grab his shirt to clean us up with. He walks us back towards his bed and pushes me gently down onto it. As I sit on the edge, he removes the rest of our clothing, first mine, then his.

I lay back on the bed and slide up so that I'm not dangling half off of it. Jayne lies down beside me. He plants an elbow under himself and shifts onto his side so that he can look down at me. His eyes are burning with desire.

"Most important thing is for you to be relaxed," he says as he gently starts stroking my body with his free hand. "Can't tense up, or it'll hurt like hell. If it gets to be too much, say somethin' and I'll stop. Clear? I won't get mad." Staring into his eyes, I nod.

I'm already beginning to twitch under his expert hand, my nerve endings producing a blaze of fire wherever he touches me. Jayne leans in for a quick kiss, then across me to open the drawer in his bedside table.

"Lube. *Very* important," he says as he returns to his former position. He puts the tube down on the other side of the bed and resumes stroking my body. I turn towards him and press myself against him. As we melt together into a kiss, he traces circles on my back and shoulders. He's starting to get hard again. And I'm starting to lose control. My hands wander all over him, grasping and touching, my mouth travels across his throat and down to his chest and back again. My breath comes faster. I want...I *want*...

Jayne slowly turns me over so that I'm on my side facing away from him. I hear him opening the tube and squirting some lubricant onto his hand. He rubs his fingers together to warm it up, then lifts my leg up a bit and applies some to my anus. The sensation makes me shiver - partly with anticipation and partly with fear.

He slowly massages the opening, sending waves of pleasure through me, and then gently inserts a finger a bit at a time. I can't help myself. I tense up. Jayne leans forward and gently kisses the back of my neck, tracing patterns with his tongue and humming in the back of his throat until I relax. He continues to loosen me up with his fingers and the feeling of him inside me is making me pant with lust.

He pulls in closer, wrapping his arm around me, holding me around the waist, and I feel the head of his well-lubricated cock slowly penetrate me. Jayne inserts himself inch by inch, gradually. There is some pain, but soon the pleasure overwhelms it. He begins to thrust, gently. I soon start rocking back and forth into the motion. His hand moves from my stomach to my dick, which he begins to stroke in time with his thrusts. Waves of pleasure flow over me, the sensations making me vibrate all over. My breath is harsh in my throat as Jayne grunts softly in my ear. He speeds up a bit, but I can tell he's holding back out of fear of hurting me. His hand speeds up, out-pacing his thrusts. The sound I make as I come is a cross between a shriek and a gasp. As I convulse, caught in an enormous orgasm, Jayne clamps his mouth onto my shoulder to muffle his cry and he comes inside me.

Breathing heavily, he rolls me over towards him, and tucks me up under his arm so that I can rest my head on his chest. He smiles at me, kisses me deeply and then promptly falls asleep.

As I lie there, sticky with sweat, come, and blood, exhausted, but too charged to sleep, I think: 'Simon Tam, what WOULD your father think if he could see you now.' I snort back a laugh at the look I can picture on his face were he to walk in the door. As I begin to make patterns in Jayne's chest hair with my fingers, I wonder how long I should let him sleep before I wake him up to beg for *more.*

End

Title: Fit to be Tied
Series: part 3
Author: sffan
Email: sffan2004@yahoo.ca
Websight: http://www.animeglore.com/fanfiction.php
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Simon/Jayne
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic sex, light bondage, strong language
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. I'm just playing with them
Notes: Thanks to: Brenda, my wonderful beta, corrupter of the last vestiges of my innocence. Any remaining spelling or grammar mistakes are mine.
The people that encouraged me to continue the series

Fit to be Tied

"Do you trust me?" Jayne asks as he ties the blindfold around my eyes.

"About as far as I can throw you," I quip back at him.

He thinks a moment. "Fair 'nough. Do you trust me not to hurt you?"

"Yes," I reply. And I mean it. In our time together, Jayne has never hurt me. He's always been a gentle and oddly compassionate lover.

"Good. Now do as I say. Arms out to the side. NO touchin' me, or the blindfold."

I nod and hold my arms out to my sides. He begins undressing me, starting with my shirt-cuffs. Somehow he manages to unbutton my vest and shirt and remove them without really touching me. He plants a warm hand on the middle of my chest, sending a burst of heat through me, and pushes me back towards the bed. When the back of my legs hit the edge of the mattress, he says:

"Lie down and scootch up to the top of the bed." I do as I'm told. I am intrigued by this new game we're playing. He gently takes my left hand, wraps something soft around my wrist, and ties it to the headboard. Instead of leaning across me to tie the other wrist, he walks all the way around the bed. I'm already beginning to twitch in anticipation.

I hear rustling that tells me that he's removing his own clothes, and then the edge of the bed sinks as he sits by my feet in order to remove my shoes and socks. Soon he's working on my pants and they join the rest of our clothes on the floor.

He lies down beside me, our bodies not quite touching, but I can feel the heat radiating off him. His hands start the pattern. First he traces my lower lip with a thumb, then runs his fingers slowly down my neck and chest to a nipple, which he rubs gently, and then pinches, making me squirm. He then trails his fingers down my chest to my stomach, deliberately avoiding my hard-on. Soon, his mouth follows the same pattern. Over and over he does this, first hands, then mouth, until my back is arching against the bed and I'm panting like a dog. His warm, moist mouth trails down my body and when his tongue flicks out across the head of my dick, I jerk and moan. As his mouth encompasses me I start to shake uncontrollably.

He's never done this before. I've spent a lot of our time together on my knees. I don't mind. I *like* sucking Jayne off. I love how his eyes darken with lust when I kneel before him and take his dick in my mouth, the way his hands tangle in my hair as he tries not to thrust, knowing that he would probably choke me if he did. I love the smell of him, the taste, and the texture. I love the pressure of the head of his cock against my throat, the sound he makes just before he comes - the sound that he makes only when I'm sucking on him, the way his come feels as it flows down my throat. But most especially, I love the power of being the one in control, guiding his movements with pressure from my hands on his hips.

Now, he's in control. Completely. With my hands tied, I can't touch him, with the blindfold I can't even look at him. I'm gasping and twitching, waves of ecstasy rolling through me, gathering where his mouth envelopes me.

"Jayne," I whisper, "Take off the blindfold...please. I want to look at you."

He must hear the need in my voice, because he kisses a trail up my body, along my throat to my mouth. As he leans in to tug my bottom lip with his teeth, he pulls off the blindfold. He works his way back down my body, occasionally looking up at me with a devilish look in his eyes. In my peripheral vision, I notice that Jayne has used a couple of t-shirts to tie me to the bed, a blue one and a green one. Something about that seems familiar, but before I have a chance to think about it Jayne's mouth envelopes me again. Jayne pulls me deep into his mouth, the head of my cock brushing the back of his throat as he sucks gently, and I lose the train of thought as all my concentration centres around the feeling of his tongue and teeth and lips as they suck and pull, suck and pull. I'm slipping over the edge and my hips begin to buck. He places his hands on my hips to hold me down and then sucks *hard*. I cry out as I come, jerking against the restraints. Jayne licks me clean then plants soft kisses on my stomach, tracing light patterns with his tongue.

The rasp of his beard on my skin sends my oversensitive nerves into overdrive. I'm still twitching from the kisses when he pulls my legs up and over his shoulders. Ever the gentleman, Jayne warms the lube between his fingers before slathering it on my opening and then himself. He leans forward and penetrates me just as his lips capture mine for a deep kiss. He enters slowly, just like the first time. He starts to thrust slowly and gently, letting the sensation build and build. As I writhe and moan under him, he continues to go slowly and gently, with no change in rhythm. I realize suddenly that he's doing it on purpose, just to drive me nuts.

"Jayne," I pant after I manage to pull away from his irresistible kisses, "I want you to FUCK me. Fuck me - HARD." He pulls back from nibbling my neck, "Don't have to tell me twice." He pulls back further in order to place his hands on my hips. Immediately he begins to slam into me, harder and harder, faster and faster, using his grip on my hips he pulls me into his thrusts for maximum effect. He's going deeper than he's ever gone before, our bodies slapping together, my cock rubbing against him. We're both gasping for air now, losing control. I didn't think it possible, but Jayne's thrusts get harder and faster. I'm pulling hard against the cloth at my wrists because I want to touch him, I *need* to touch him. He feels me jerking against the restraints and without missing a beat, reaches up to free first one of my hands, then the other. As I move them forward to touch him, his hands return to my hips. I run my hands up and down his arms, grasping and pulling, digging my fingers into him, moaning his name. Now he's leaning as far into me as he can get and he's still thrusting, thrusting, thrusting. I can feel the pressure in my balls building and building as Jayne pounds into my prostate. The sound I make as I come makes me glad we always meet in Jayne's room. That one would definitely have woken River up. As my body contracts around him, Jayne stiffens and moans my name as he comes. That's the first time he's called out my name during sex. He pulls me up against him, crushing me against him as he covers my mouth with his. We collapse back onto the bed and he moves us into our favourite sleeping position - him on his back, me snuggled up against his side with my head on his chest.

As I drift off to sleep, wrapped in Jayne's arms, with his hand tracing circles in the sweat on my back, I remember how it felt when he called out my name. *Shit* I think I'm falling in love.

* * * *

It happens the next morning at breakfast when I'm reaching for the juice.

"Oh my god, Simon, what happened to your wrist!" Kaylee practically shrieks. Heads turn towards me.

My cuff has pulled back and the enormous bruise on my left wrist is visible. The moment of truth has arrived. I decide to run with it.

"What, this? It's nothing - it's just where I pulled against the restraints when Jayne fucked me unconscious last night," I reply nonchalantly. Waiting. Don't have to wait long.

Kaylee's eyes widen in shock. Book is stunned into silence, if that's all it took, I would have said something ages ago. Sometimes his "shepherding" gets on my nerves. Inara merely raises a knowing eyebrow. River is humming her 'blue and green' song to herself. "I knew it. I told you I smelled sex in the air!" Wash declares to Zoe, who is looking back and forth between Jayne and I, shaking her head in disbelief. Mal spits a mouthful of tea halfway across the table, then he glares at Jayne, who is looking at me a bit wide-eyed and I think more than a little surprised.

"Relax, Captain," I say soothingly, "he's not a monster, I was totally willing, just got a little...over excited, shall we say."

"Out in the passageway. NOW," the Captain growls and gestures the two of us out of the galley. He's not looking very happy. I take Jayne's hand as we walk a little ways up the hall, away from eavesdroppers.

"How long's this been goin' on?" He demands.

"A couple of weeks," I say. Jayne lets go of my hand and puts his arm around my waist, slowly moving his hand down to my ass; I put mine around his waist and lean into him. Mal's looking downright uncomfortable at this point. He opens his mouth to speak then stops, then starts again, then stops, and finally spits out: "If this thing doesn't work out between the two of you it is not to disrupt the workings of this ship. I don't need jilted lovers causin' me trouble. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Captain," we say in unison. Then we snicker like children.

Mal stalks off towards the cargo area muttering to himself in Chinese. I wait until he's out of earshot, and then look up at Jayne.

"Maybe we should ask him to come over and play with us some time," I say, testing the boundaries.

Jayne turns to me and cups my face in his hands and looks deep into my eyes. As he traces my lower lip with his thumb he says, "Not ready to share yet." He leans in and brushes my lips gently with his. "May never be." As he says this to me his eyes, those beautiful eyes, soften with an emotion I've not seen there before.

End.

Title: Crime and Punishment
Series: part 4
Author: sffan
Email: sffan2004@yahoo.ca
Websight: http://www.animeglore.com/fanfiction.php
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Simon/Jayne
Rating:
Warnings: Graphic sex, strong language
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. I'm just playing with them
Notes: Thanks to Brenda, my wonderful beta, corrupter of the last vestiges of my innocence. Any remaining spelling or grammar mistakes are mine.
The people that encouraged me to continue the series

Crime and Punishment

I can't get it out of my head. Walking into our room at the inn on Chalcedon, after spending the day shopping with Inara and River, walking in and seeing him, them. It's been a week, but the sight of Jayne's back and ass muscles contracting as he comes inside that, that *woman* haunts me. I can still see myself dropping the bag on the floor and just turning tail and running, trying to get away from what I had just seen. Jayne ran down the hall after me, still nude and grabbed my arm. I couldn't even look at him.

I put steel in my voice: "Let go of me. NOW." Then I jerked my arm away and left him standing there calling my name in bewilderment.

Those were the last words I spoke to him. I've been hiding in the medlab, avoiding the common areas. When we're forced into the same room, I ignore him; refuse to answer to his voice. I ignore the confused look in his eyes and the hurt that's growing there. The others know something is going on, but aren't sure what.

I hear the door to the medlab close and turn to see Jayne closing the blinds.

"We need to talk," he says.

"Get out."

"No."

"Damn it, Jayne. Get out of here. Get away from me."

"No, I ain't leavin' till this is settled." He moves towards me, I back away. But I'm too close to the examining table and find myself backed up against it with no way around him. His scent is overwhelming. I feel myself wanting to touch him. I force the desire away with the image of him with that woman.

"Simon, please. Talk to me. Why are you so angry?" He pleads.

I can't believe my ears. "Why am I so ANGRY?!" I shout at him. "You fucking KNOW why I'm so angry. You can't be that stupid."

He looks perplexed. I can almost see the wheels in his brain moving. He rubs his head. "That girl?" He asks, puzzled. "But, it was just a girl, a whore. What's the big deal?"

"What's the big deal? What's the big deal? I can't fucking believe you. You ARE too stupid to live!" I scream at him. I can feel the tears welling in my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. I *will* not cry in front of him. "Get out. Now."

He just stands there making soothing motions with his hands. He reaches out a hand to touch my face and I punch him in the jaw. Hard. He's so shocked he doesn't even try to hit me back, he just pulls away.

"You don't get to touch me. Not now, not ever again. For the last time get out." I turn my back to him. As I hear the door open and his footsteps recede down the corridor I pick up the medical tray full of instruments and throw it against the wall beside the door. Metal instruments fly everywhere, narrowly missing the Captain who has just slipped into the lab.

"I thought I told you two not to disrupt the workings of the ship," he says.

"We haven't," I respond.

"You call this not disruptin'?" He asks as he gestures to the mess at his feet. "Not to mention the fact that Jayne's been mopin' around this place ever since we got back from Chalcedon and you've been hiding in here? I'm guessin' something must have happened planet-side."

"What happened is NONE of your business," I growl at him.

"Really, you don't say. Well, Mr. High and Mighty, I hate to tell you this, but everything that happens on this ship and to my crew IS my business. Jayne's worthless to me in the condition he's in now. He's liable to get himself, or me, or Zoe killed, the way he's acting. So you ARE going to fix it, and fix it fast." He turns on his heel and leaves before I can tell him to fuck off.

* * * *

Jayne's got me bent over a chair, his hand on my neck pressing my face into the seat cushion. He's pumping hard and fast and deep, being as rough as he can, growling and moaning. Waves of heat and pleasure are streaming up and down my body. I'm moaning, the intensity of the sensation in my ass driving me wild. I cry out loudly and come.

I wake up with a pool of my own semen drying on my stomach. Shit, I haven't had a wet dream since I was a teenager. I swing around so that I'm sitting on the edge of my bed and clean myself off with some tissues. I put my head in my hands and groan. I jerk my head up at the sound at my door.

"River, you shouldn't be in here," I say as I make sure the blankets are covering me.

"Green and blue," she says.

"No, River. No more green and blue."

She comes into the room and kneels beside me. She takes my hand. "You need green and blue. You need him here," she says as she puts my hand on my chest, just over my heart.

"It doesn't matter anymore. It's done," I say. "Now go back to your room and go to sleep."

Amazingly, she does as I ask. Just as she gets to the door of my room she turns, "He needs you too. Don't leave him in the dark place. He's scared."

I lay back and ponder my sister's words. Why does she pick the most inconvenient times to be coherent?

* * * * *

The next day I find myself at Jayne's door. I knock and then enter before he has a chance to call me in. I close and lock the door behind me, then hop quickly down the ladder. His eyes are on me watching my movements. He gets up off his bed slowly and comes towards me.

"Stop. We need to settle this," I say as I cross the room to his dresser. I open a drawer and dig around until I find the two shirts that I want.

"I'm going to make this clear. And I'm only going to tell you once - you are MINE, Jayne Cobb, mine. If you EVER fuck around on me again - women, men, cattle, whatever - I'm going to cut your dick off and feed it to you. Do you understand me?"

"But it was only a whore," he says, still a bit slow on the uptake, "She meant nothing. It was just some fun. I got bored when you were out."

"Next time you get bored, play with yourself," I say harshly as I walk towards him. I look up at him and poke a finger into his chest, hard enough to bruise. "I want you to repeat after me - 'I will never fuck around on you again.'

"I will never fuck around on you again," he parrots.

"Say it like you mean it," I demand. He repeats the phrase with more feeling.

"Now say, 'I love you and the last six days have been agony'."

"I..." he stops. My heart skips a beat. Shit, I've pushed him too far, too fast. But, instead of pulling away, Jayne encircles me in his arms, pulling me close, and then he reaches up and trails a hand along my face as he stares deep into my eyes. "I love you," his voice husky with emotion. "The last six days have been more than agony, they have been the worst days of my life. Don't ever leave me again." He runs his thumb across my lips and then he leans down and kisses me softly. I deepen the kiss, drawing his tongue into my mouth. His hand cups the back of my neck and his fingers entwine in my hair. I grab his ass and pull him into me. He trails kisses along my jaw and down my neck. He sighs my name when I start nibbling his ear.

"Just for the record, I love you too, you big lug," I whisper. I pull back and hand him the t-shirts. "Now tie me down and fuck me like you've never fucked me before."

End

Title: Fun and Games
Series: part 5
Author: sffan
Email: sffan2004@yahoo.ca
Websight: http://www.animeglore.com/fanfiction.php
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Simon/Jayne/Mal
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic sex, strong language
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. I'm just playing with them
Notes: Thanks to: Brenda, my wonderful beta, corrupter of the last vestiges of my innocence. Any remaining spelling or grammar mistakes are mine.
The people that encouraged me to continue the series
Dedication: Brenda, the shower scene is for you!

Fun and Games

I'm lying in Jayne's bed face down, aching deliciously all over from the night before, thinking about how good things have been between us these last few months - so good in fact, that the whole crew, Book included, has accepted that it's serious and not just some short-term arrangement. Even River seems to not have a problem with me spending so much time away from her, provided I'm with Jayne. My thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Come in," I say as I turn around and sit up, the sheet pooling about my waist, exposing my chest. It's the Captain.

"Hey," he says as he slides down the stairs into the room, "Need your help on a job. A supplier has arranged for us to sell some of his merchandise, and I need someone of your breeding to meet the buyer and be all 'high and mighty'. Me and Jayne would never get in the door otherwise." As he says this, I can't help noticing that the Captain is having a difficult time focusing on my face, his eyes keep roving up and down my body as though they had a mind of their own. I arch my back and stretch my arms over my head, making sure that the sheet slides a little lower before I answer him. His eyes follow the fall of the material and then make a hasty retreat back up to my face. I smother a smile.

"Why not Inara? Isn't she better suited?" I ask as I watch the flush creep up his face.

"Maybe, but she's got a client," he answers. "Will you do it?"

"I guess I don't really have a choice. What's our cover?"

"You're a wealthy merchant. Me and Jayne are your bodyguards."

"No one else?"

"Naah," he drawls. "Zoe wants to spend some quality time with Wash, so I decided to let her out of this one." We both smile at the thought of Zoe requiring the Captain's permission for anything.

"When do we land?"

"'Bout an hour. You have to contact the buyer to arrange the meet. We need you at your most pretentious. According to my contact, the guy we're dealing with is a snobby son of a bitch called Samuel Charing."

I get the sense that he's not telling me everything. "What are we trading?" I ask suspiciously.

He reaches into a compartment on his gun holster and pulls out an unmarked vial of blue-green liquid. "This," he says.

"Drug running?" I ask, arching a brow.

"Don't get your vest in a twist, the stuff won't kill anyone and it'll make us a tidy profit," he answers. "Not like we never sold drugs before," he says rather huffily.

"Those were medical supplies," I point out. "One vial of that stuff is worth all this trouble? What is it?" I'm starting to get a little concerned.

"Look, all the buyer needs is one vial in order to reproduce it. You don't need to know what it is - all you should care about is the cash we're makin' on the deal. No need to worry, I've got it all planned out."

"So what, precisely, do we have to do to earn our cash?" I want to know as much about this deal as possible - the Captain's 'plans' have a habit of falling apart at the seams.

He rolls his eyes at me in exasperation, then says, "We go in, give the buyer the vial, he tests it, and then he gives us our delivery fee. We leave and everything is shiny. Good enough for you?"

"It's going to have to be, isn't it?" I swing my legs around and start to stand, the sheet pulling away to expose my hip. The Captain practically flees up the stairs to the door. Just as he's about to exit, he turns and says quickly, "Oh, and Doc? Make sure the shirt you wear has a high collar. That hickey on your neck might blow our cover." He quickly disappears down the corridor. I wait until I know he's out of earshot before I start laughing.

The Captain had been watching Jayne and me a lot lately. He seems to find excuses to be in the cargo hold when Jayne is exercising, and he hovers around the medlab when I am there, on the pretense of asking about River. I contemplate the look I keep seeing in his eyes as I wrap my favourite red silk robe around myself for the journey to my quarters.

* * * *

I'm in my quarters, 'suiting up' for the job. Putting on the layers and layers of respectability that my parents bred into me is harder now than it once was. Being with Jayne has changed me. It's hard to be concerned with appearances when your lover has a tendency to grab you and drag you into dark corners, just for the pleasure of "mussin' you up a bit," as he likes to put it. I smile as I remember the look on Kaylee's face when she came around the corner into the engine room to see me bracing myself on the bulkhead with my hands, the vibrations from the engine enhancing Jayne's thrusts as he pounded into me. I look in the mirror to do up my tie and smile as I remember her words, 'Clean up when your done. I don't wanna step in anything sticky when I come back.' My smile widens and I poke my tongue out at my reflection. I let the smile fade - it's time to put on the mask of propriety. I school my features into the look that Jayne hates so much. The one that I used to use on him, after River and I had first arrived - like everyone and everything was beneath me. I have really grown to loathe that look, but I can still master it.

I smooth down my long-tailed overcoat, making sure that the tails hang just right, and then leave to find Jayne. He's in the galley, fixing himself a snack. I stand in front of him.

"How do I look?" I ask.

"Like a prissy, pretentious bastard," he replies, eyes dancing. "Makes me wanna muss you up sumthin' fierce."

"Good, because that's the look I was going for." I smile up at him and he smiles back. I reach over and grab the towel on the counter and drop it on the floor then fall lightly to my knees in front of him - no sense in getting the pants dirty. I make sure that I'm well hidden behind the counter so that someone coming into the galley can't see me, and then I quickly undo Jayne's pants and lean forward to slip his dick into my mouth.

"Whatcha think you're doin'?" He asks as he plants a hand on my head to stop me.

I swat it away and ask, "What does it look like?" Then I wrap my lips around his hardening cock, grip him by the hips, and begin to suck. The hand comes back, but this time it gently wraps itself in my hair. He's fully aroused and beginning to breathe faster when we hear the footsteps. He tries to pull back, but a judicious use of teeth warns him not to. I glance up into his eyes and flash him a wicked look, then begin in earnest to suck him off.

"There you are," says Mal, in an exasperated tone. "I been looking for you all over the ship. We'll be landing in about ten minutes. Do you know where the Doc is? I can't find him either and he still has to contact the buyer."

Jayne bites back a moan as I start to speed up, pulling him deeper and deeper into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the whole grand length of him.

"I might know where to find him," he says with a tight voice. Then he coughs to cover a gasp when I run my teeth lightly over the head of his cock.

"You feeling O.K.?" Mal asks. "You're looking and sounding a bit...strange."

"I'm fine. Look, I'll track down the Doc and we'll meet you at the hatch in five minutes." I am amazed at Jayne's control - he is actually capable of carrying on a coherent conversation. If our roles were reversed, I *know* I wouldn't be able to. I redouble my efforts and am rewarded with another gasp that he again tries to turn into a cough. I hear the Captain's footsteps pause momentarily then continue retreating down the hall. Jayne wraps both hands in my hair and tugs my head so that I have to look up at him.

"You are going to *pay* for that," he growls at me. I smirk up at him around his erection, anticipating the divine "punishment" he's going to deal out. I move my hands around to his ass and pull him further into my mouth and suck hard. It finally proves to be too much. Jayne muffles his cry with a hand - we have learned the hard way that the galley echoes quite strongly. He helps me stand and I use the towel to clean up any semen that I may have missed. I straighten out the creases in my pants and jacket and then smooth down my hair.

"Go get your guns. I'll meet the Captain. Don't bring Vera. Bodyguards don't carry assault rifles."

He pulls me in for a quick kiss and an ass pinch. "Whatever you say, boss," and then he laughs. I push him down the hall towards his room and go to make the call to the buyer.

* * * *

We're planet-side making our way up the path to an enormous compound when it hits me. I *know* where we are - Menchara Prime. Fuck, the Alliance doesn't even try to police this hole of corruption. They just take the enormous bribes and pretend it doesn't exist. Before I get a chance to say anything, the gates open and a disembodied voice comes from above us:

"State your business."

"Mr. Tam to see Mr. Charing on private business. I have an appointment." I state in my most imperious tone.

The gates open and we enter. A butler greets us at the door and motions us inside and down the corridor into an opulent lobby. A tiny, spider-like man stands in the hallway by an elaborate double helix staircase.

The man practically oozes as he comes towards us. "Ah, Mr. Tam, how good to meet you." He shakes my hand. We've been here less than five minutes and I already feel like I need a bath. "I'm your host, Samuel Charing. I'm sorry I couldn't take your request for an appointment personally, I've been so busy." His eyes crawl all over Jayne and the Captain. "These *must* be your boys. How lovely."

I pray that they play along with what I'm about to do. I slip my arms around them and run my hands down their backs to their asses, where I squeeze. Mal jumps a bit and shoots me a look of irritation. "They are divine aren't they?" I nod towards Jayne, "This one's not much for conversation, but he fucks like an animal." I disengage from Jayne and press myself against the Captain. "This one, he'll talk your ear off." When I tug on his ear with my teeth, he barely manages not to pull away, but I can see the flush of heat rising up his collar.

"Isn't he darling," I say as I run my hand across his chest and poke a finger inside his shirt. "He still blushes after all this time. The shy ones can be so much fun." The Captain finally gets it and lets me continue caressing him without jerking away from my touch. "Enough small talk. Shall we retire to somewhere more private to discuss business?"

"Ah, Mr. Tam. I never do business in the afternoon; I am too busy planning the evening's entertainment. You will stay for the party, and we will do business in the morning." His oily voice sends chills up my spine. The hairs on the back of my neck start to stand up.

"My time is very valuable, Mr. Charing," I say coldly, making my face a mask.

"I insist," he says firmly. "I have a room set aside for you already and I will lend you my tailor so that you and your boys can have something appropriate to wear tonight. My butler, will lead you to your suite, dinner is at eight." With that he strides down the hall and through a heavy door.

We are led up the stairs and into the most ridiculously ornate room I've ever been in. It is decorated in hues of red and gold, with large pieces of plush furniture scattered around it. There is also an enormous bed, covered in thick duvets. As soon as the butler closes the door behind us, I flop onto the bed and cover my eyes with my hand. Waiting for it.

"What the FUCK was that all about!" Mal demands right on time.

"Tell me something, Captain. Do you ever FUCKING research the planets we visit?!" I shout back at him from a prone position. "We're on Menchara Prime, you fool. Do you have any idea how deep the shit is that we're in?" I rub my hand across my face and sit up.

"This place is a pleasure planet. The kinkier the act, the nastier, the better. Many of the participants are not entirely willing, if you get my meaning. If our 'host' gets even a hint that we're false, then we're dead."

"But they let us keep our guns," Jayne says. He senses my upset, but still doesn't understand why I'm so distressed.

"Jayne, ask yourself, would a man like Samuel Charing let you in here with a gun if he didn't KNOW he could deal with the situation?" I say to him kindly.

Realization dawning in his eyes, he turns to the Captain, "Ruttin' hell. We're in trouble, Mal."

Mal's been pacing, cursing to himself in Chinese. "So how do we play this?" He asks me.

"You both follow my lead. You," I point to the Captain, "have to get used to me touching you 'inappropriately' - FAST. As far as our host is concerned, I've had you both every way you can be had, and then some. It also wouldn't hurt if you touched each other a bit."

Mal is heading towards the bar, when I tell him to stop. "Are you nuts?" I ask. "You are my bodyguards - you can't drink tonight."

"I have to do this sober?" he exclaims in dismay, then starts cursing under his breath again. I collapse back onto the bed and watch them both pace like caged animals.

"Why don't we just leave?" asks Jayne.

"That wouldn't be a good idea. We're carrying a fairly valuable commodity. I doubt they'd let us leave in one piece," I say, voice muffled by the hand I've brought up to rub my face again. *Think* I tell myself, there's got to be a way out of this mess.

"We're here for the duration. And I think we're just going to have to play along. I'm a debauched, spoiled, rich kid peddling a new black market drug, which I am now certain is an uninhibitor," I glance over at Mal as I say this and he nods, "and you two are my 'boys.' I own you, inside and out - you're not much better than slaves, merely receive better perks." Mal resumes pacing and calls Serenity to let Zoe know we won't be back until the next day. Jayne collapses into a chair and begins examining his guns, and I continue to ponder our situation.

* * * *

"Tighter," I say imperiously. I'm lying on the couch with my head propped up on Jayne's leg. He's feeding me hulled strawberries, teasing my lips with the fruit. I nibble at his fingers as I finish the strawberry and am rewarded with a low, quiet groan of lust.

"Tighter?!" Mal squeaks as the tailor pulls a seam in a bit further.

"Sweetheart," I purr as I look over at him, "you have a marvelous ass. You should show it off more often." I find that I am actually beginning to enjoy this situation a bit as a look of discomfort crosses the Captain's face. I motion him to turn around. He shoots me a dirty look, but does as I ask. I look up at Jayne, "What do you think, gorgeous? Doesn't Mal have a beautiful behind?" Jayne, his eyes dancing, looks the Captain up and down, and then drawls, "Oh my yes, Sir. I always said he should wear tighter pants. They show off what he's got up front pretty good too." Mal's head whips around and he shoots Jayne a nasty look. I stifle a laugh.

I turn my head towards the tailor and say, "We'll go with the short coat, mustn't cover him up with coat tails." The tailor sorts through the enormous rack of clothing he's brought with him and finds what I've asked for. He slips it up the Captain's arms and over his shoulders. It fits perfectly.

The tailor is soon finished. Mal is in head-to-toe black with a little bit of blue in the silk shirt to pick up the colour in his eyes. He does look good. I sit up to let Jayne go for his turn. When the Captain sits gingerly beside me, unsure of the give in the pants, I give him a kiss on the cheek, and then rest my head on his shoulder.

"What would sir like for this one?" the tailor asks, looking Jayne up and down like a piece of furniture he has to reupholster.

"The same, only find a grey shirt." I pick up a strawberry and hold it in front of Mal. As he reaches for it with his mouth, and starts to eat it, his lips brush my fingers, sending a flash of warmth down my arm and straight to my groin. Jayne is staring a hole through me, through us, an unmistakable look of desire burning in his eyes. I hand the Captain the bowl of strawberries, get up, and move towards Jayne. When I reach him, I run my fingers down his middle and across the front of his pants, feeling the beginnings of an erection. "I'd like these to ride a bit lower on his hips," I say as I tug the pants down an inch or two. The tailor continues his magic and soon I have matching bookend bodyguards.

Now it's my turn. I choose a white silk shirt with long, three-button cuffs, form-fitting black pants and a black and red embroidered vest that hugs my body, accentuating the narrowness of my waist and the breadth of my shoulders. I deliberately leave the collar of the shirt open so that the bruise on my neck that the Captain had been so worried about is visible. "How do I look, boys?" I ask them as I turn on the riser box. Jayne whistles his appreciation and Mal just stares. "Speechless, hmm. I must look really good." I smooth the vest over my chest and turn to the tailor, "You may leave us now," and wave him out the door.

I look at the clock on the mantle over the fireplace, it's nearly eight - the tailor took longer than I thought. Shortly, the butler returns and leads us to the room where the party has already started. Just as we are about to enter the main room, I pull the Captain and Jayne aside, pretend to straighten their clothes, and whisper hurriedly, "One last thing before our grand entrance- I'm going to have to participate in the festivities tonight if I'm going to be convincing. I can avoid the drugs, but will have to drink. Don't let me get too drunk and don't leave my side." They nod their understanding.

I position myself between them and loop my arms in theirs, pulling them close to me, and we continue forward. Heads turn towards us as we enter - we make a striking trio. There are about thirty other people in the room. We are shown to a couch by a nearly naked woman that has been so cosmetically enhanced she looks inhuman. I sink onto the couch. Mal sits on the floor by my foot; one leg splayed out before him the other bent so that he can rest his arm on it. I reach down and gently pull his head toward me so that it is resting against my leg and begin running my fingers through his soft hair. He does not resist. Jayne positions himself behind the couch, one hand on my shoulder, fingers playing with the hairs on my neck, sending delightful shivers down my spine, the other rests near the gun at his hip.

* * * *

The evening passes in a blur of shared food, alcohol, and live entertainment designed to arouse. I'm finishing my fifth glass of wine when Mal stops the server.

"He's had enough. It's time for us to retire." He hands the waiter my glass and stands up in one smooth motion that I can't help but admire. Then he turns to me and unexpectedly tugs me up by my hand. I'm a bit uncoordinated, and I sway forward into him when I stumble over his foot. He catches me - his body burns warmly against me. As he looks down at me, I reach up behind his head and pull him in for a soft kiss. He begins to respond, but then pulls away. Jayne has come around the couch by now and takes me from Mal. He wraps his arm around my waist to support me and I melt into his body.

"You drunk?" he whispers as we follow the Captain through the crowd.

"Nope. Just a little light headed, that's all," I whisper back.

As we continue following Mal, I can't help noticing the way the muscles move in his ass as he negotiates the stairs. I look up at Jayne and see that he is also appreciating the view. A thought occurs to me and I pull his head down and whisper my plan into his ear.

"But what about the rule?" he asks quietly.

"I'm willing to make an exception in this case." I look up at him in time to see the flash of desire in his eyes.

"Have I told you lately how much I love you?" he asks.

"Yes, but I never tire of it. Tell me again."

"I love you," he says tenderly.

"I love you too. Now let's go seduce Captain Tight Pants."

Mal has noticed that we have fallen behind him. "What are you two whispering about back there?" he asks good-naturedly.

"Nuthin', just how fiiine you look in them tight pants, Captain," Jayne responds wickedly. I snicker.

The Captain rolls his eyes at us and keeps heading for the door to our room. We catch up to him and we enter the room together. Jayne and I position ourselves around Mal, Jayne behind, me in front. Jayne slowly begins to massage Mal's shoulders and back as I move forward to press myself against him.

"Wha..." he says. I push a finger lightly to his lips to stop the words and look him deep in the eyes.

"Tell me you don't want this. Tell me you don't *need* this, and we'll stop right now." I can see the war going on behind his eyes as I stare into them. A decision is made and suddenly Mal's hands shoot forward and wrap themselves in my hair - he pulls my face forward and covers my mouth with his, our tongues meet and press against each other. The Captain's kisses are intoxicating and he draws me deeper and deeper into them, fingers pressed into my skull. They are different than Jayne's, lighter, softer, yet somehow more demanding. Each one sends a line of fire through me to my hardening cock and I begin to moan. I am breathless when he finally lets me pull back. As he trails kisses up and down my throat, Jayne reaches around him, removes his gun belt, and tosses it in a chair. I begin to work on the buttons on his jacket. Soon all three of us are undressing each other - touching, teasing, kissing - taking our time exploring each others' bodies.

Jayne and I advance our assault on the Captain's senses. We surround him again - Jayne trails his fingers along the Captain's back, shoulders, and chest, all the while kissing and nibbling at his neck and ear and I start a trail of kisses down his body. I lightly tease his erection with my fingers, never gripping, using light, feathery touches, designed to make him squirm. Occasionally, I encounter Jayne's fingers doing the same. Mal's breath is becoming laboured and he has tilted his head back so that Jayne can claim his mouth in a deep kiss.

I run a hand along his chest and slowly start massaging a nipple. At each caress, he twitches. My mouth soon replaces my hand, where I lightly suck and pull at the nub of flesh with my lips and teeth. The Captain's back arches and he gasps for air. I continue my trail down his body, rubbing myself gently against him, when our cocks collide, we both moan. Jayne runs a hand slowly down my back, making me shiver with delight. When I'm finally on my knees before Mal, I run my tongue slowly around his navel a couple of times, and then prod it quickly. His hips jerk towards me. With my tongue, I follow the trail of dark hair down his belly to his cock. Jayne continues to run his hands all over the Captain's torso while I tease Mal's hard-on with my lips and tongue. When we have him vibrating and incoherent with desire, I slowly take him into my mouth and begin to suck. His hands come down and gently rest on my head, fingers stroking my hair. I begin to suck harder and he groans my name and begins to thrust lightly. Since he's a bit smaller than Jayne and there's less of a chance of being gagged, I allow him the privilege, but I place my hands lightly on his hips, just in case.

I hear the squirt of the lube that Jayne has somehow managed to produce. I have stopped wondering how he always seems to have some just when he needs it. I hear their voices above me.

"Have you done this before?" Jayne asks quietly.

"Yeah. Long time ago. Go slow," comes Mal's breathless reply.

Jayne applies the lubricant to himself and to the Captain. Mal moves his hands to my shoulders so that he can lean forward a bit and I continue to slowly suck him off. Mal's whole body goes still as Jayne gently enters him, a bit at a time. When Jayne's all the way in and begins to thrust, the Captain moans in pleasure and his hands start alternately gripping and releasing my shoulders. Jayne's hands intertwine with mine on Mal's hips and between us we slowly rock him back and forth into Jayne's thrusts and into my mouth. It's not long before he comes with a long nearly breathless cry, his hands spasming against my neck. I lick him clean and then pull back to pepper his stomach with light kisses. Jayne continues pumping, going faster and deeper until he shudders suddenly, muffling his groan of completion into Mal's neck.

Mal turns into Jayne's embrace and rewards him with the deep, slow kisses of the well and truly fucked. I stand and begin to trace patterns in the sweat on the Captain's back with light fingers. Jayne and the Captain continue their kisses, hands running slowly up and down each other's bodies. I press myself against Mal and start to slowly rub my erection against his ass, I need to come - the pressure in my testicles is almost unbearable. As I trail kisses along his neck and shoulders, the Captain takes one of my hands and places the tube in it. I look down in shock, then look up into Jayne's encouraging eyes.

"Are you sure?" I ask tentatively. The Captain is bound to be tender at this point, and I don't want to hurt him.

"Yes," comes the reply. "Simon,...please."

The raw need in his voice sends a bolt of lust shooting through me and I wonder if this is how Jayne feels when I beg for it. Mal presses himself against Jayne and wraps his hands up and under Jayne's arms so that he can use him to support his weight. Jayne reaches around the Captain and slowly parts his cheeks so that I can apply more lubricant. Mal twitches and groans under my hand as I gently caress the opening. I apply gentle pressure to the Captain's shoulders to remind him that I am a few inches shorter than he is - he bends his knees and slides down Jayne's torso, pressing his face against Jayne's chest. Jayne wraps an arm around Mal to help hold him up. I apply lube to myself and slowly push myself into the Captain. Using his grip on Jayne's shoulders for leverage, he rocks back onto me, sliding me deeper into him.

The sensation of the Captain's warm, moist opening first spreading and then contracting against my hard-on is intensely pleasurable. I know I won't last long. As I begin to thrust, the Captain whimpers his pleasure into Jayne's chest. Jayne caresses Mal's head with his free hand. The Captain continues to push back into me, and I begin to lose control, my thrusts get more erratic and jerky, and I breathe harshly against Mal's neck. Jayne's hands come around the Captain and grip my hips. He uses his hands to control my motions, pulling me deeper and harder into the Captain. Mal's writhing against Jayne now, moaning my name over and over, digging his hands in deep enough to leave marks in Jayne's shoulders. I grunt with exertion as my body slaps against Mal's.

Jayne leans forward in order to take my lips with his. When our lips meet, he pulls me hard against the Captain - my cry as I come is lost in Jayne's mouth. Trembling with exhaustion and over-stimulation, Mal's knees lose their remaining strength and begin to buckle.

Jayne somehow catches us both and leads us to the bed. We climb in, Jayne and I curled around Mal holding him close. He falls asleep almost immediately. Jayne reaches over, caresses my face gently, and leans in for a soft kiss.

"How was it?" he asks, knowing it was the first time I had ever fucked a man.

"Incredible," I say, purring like a contented cat.

I kiss him again, flicking my tongue into his mouth. He moans. "Stop that, vixen. We'll wake the Captain." I shove my lower lip out at him in a mock pout, then pull back and get comfortable against Mal's chest.

"Love you," I say.

"Love you more," comes the sleepy response.

* * * *

I wake up between two warm bodies - somehow, in the night, I've changed positions with Mal. I'm tucked into Jayne's fuzzy chest, one arm thrown over his body. His arm encircles me, his hand resting loosely on Mal's hip. The Captain is snuggled against my back, with his cheek resting against my head, his arm curled across Jayne's. I want to lie here savouring the feel of their bodies pressed up against me, but the pressure in my bladder won't let me. I tap lightly on Jayne's chest and whisper his name. Jayne's up like a shot, reaching for a gun that is currently lying in a chair across the room. The commotion wakes the Captain, who also jerks up and starts looking around the room for the source of danger.

"Whoa, guys. No trouble." I am amazed at their reflexes. "I just have to piss." I give them each a kiss, crawl out of the bed and move towards the bathroom. I can feel their eyes on me, so I put a little wiggle in my walk. I take the longest piss of my life, and then work my way over to the shower. I start it and adjust the temperature and then make my way back to the doorway to find them snuggling on the bed, Mal curled against Jayne's side, hand caressing his chest, Jayne running his fingers lightly through the Captain's hair.

"I'm taking a shower. Who's with me?" I ask and then walk back into the bathroom. Before I reach the stall, they are both beside me. We get under the luxuriously warm spray and start washing each other with gentle touches. It starts off as just a bit of touching, teasing, kissing, much like the night before, but filled more with a sense of fun than desire, but suddenly, Jayne gets behind me and puts my hands on the Captain's shoulders and pulls my hips back. I know what's coming, so I hang on tight.

Using the water and soap on our bodies as lubricant, Jayne enters in one swift motion, the speed and force of his entry making me gasp with delight. He uses me hard, pounding deeper and deeper, my loud cries of pleasure encouraging him. My breath comes in short gasps and I'm digging my hands into the Captain's shoulders. I look up into Mal's face - his eyes burn with lust and he reaches for my erection and begins to pull with hard swift strokes. I return the favour. Soon, all three of us are filling the bathroom with our voices - Jayne's grunts of exertion, Mal's harsh breathing, my nearly breathless cries as I continue to absorb the impact of Jayne's hammering thrusts. We come within moments of each other. We stand there under the warm spray of the shower, holding each other up, catching our breath and letting the water clean us off. I wrap my arms around the Captain and kiss him softly, gently, pulling at his lower lip with my teeth, and then turn to Jayne. The eyes that look down into mine are still dark with desire and he pulls me to him for a slow, deep kiss. I pull back and run my hand along the side of his face. Mal is running his fingers up and down the skin of my back, kissing my neck and shoulders. Jayne reaches around me and pulls the Captain in for a quick kiss.

We exit the shower and slowly dry off, tired, but very contented. We act like children, messing around - tugging on hair and tickling, making each other laugh. We go into the room and dress in the clothes we arrived in.

I make a call to find out if our host is available. After about twenty minutes, we're told to come down. When we get to the bottom of the stairs, the butler leads us to Charing's office. The "spider" is sitting behind a large desk.

"Sit down, Mr. Tam, sit down. I trust you slept well?" I sit in the only chair and nod in response to his question. Mal and Jayne create a human wall between the door and me. "It's unfortunate that you left the party so early - the entertainment had barely started - you missed an exquisite boy," he says in his oily voice.

"Yes, they can be a bit overprotective sometimes," I say archly, shuddering internally at what he meant by 'boy' and being grateful Mal didn't have to see it. This was no place for his twisted sense of honour to kick in. "Could we get started, please?" I ask. "I'm sorry to be so unforgivably rude, Mr. Charing, but I have another appointment that I must keep."

"Ah, if we must," he says as he pulls a high-tech device out of his desk drawer.

I gesture to Mal, who tosses Charing the vial. He quickly tests the liquid in it with the machine and nods his approval. He turns to a computer terminal and begins the money transfer to the supplier. He's about to hand me our fee, when he asks, "Would you like to sweeten the deal?"

"How?"

"I'll double this, for those darling boys of yours." Both the Captain and Jayne stiffen, Jayne barely resisting the urge to pull his gun.

"Sorry, they're not for sale. They've been with me since I was a boy. I couldn't possibly part with them," I say.

"Pity." He sighs and then buzzes for the butler who shows us out. "If you ever change your mind..."

"I'll know who to call." I reply.

We make our way out of the compound and toward the ship, walking side- by-side, our arms wrapped around each other loosely, me in the middle. "Well, boys," I say. "Let's get moving before he changes his mind and comes after you two."

Mal looks over my head to Jayne and drawls, "Think it's way past time he stops callin' us 'boys.' What do you think?"

"I think you're right Captain - we are older 'n' bigger 'n' stronger." They smirk at each other and continue the conversation over my head.

"Did you know, he likes to be tied up," Jayne says, mischievously, giving me a bit of a nudge with his body.

"Mighta heard sumthin' about that," Mal replies, amusement in his eyes.

I decide this has gone on long enough and give them both a hard pinch on the ass. "Jayne, stop telling bedroom secrets or I'll tell a few of yours." That shuts him up. I don't think he wants the Captain to know yet how I've made him squirm and beg with nothing more than a feather.

We soon reach Serenity. As Mal takes the lead up the ramp, Jayne and I look at each other, I raise an eyebrow, he nods, and then we reach out simultaneously to squeeze the Captain's ass. He half-heartedly swats at our hands, the smile on his face and the light in his eyes as he turns to look back at us making it clear that he's enjoying himself. He says with mock authority, "I think we're gonna hafta have a little talk about when it's appropriate to manhandle your esteemed captain and when it is not." His smile widens and he goes into the ship, his saunter almost masking the slight hitch in his step.

End.

Title: Interludes
Series: part 6
Author: sffan
Email: sffan2004@yahoo.ca
Websight: http://www.animeglore.com/fanfiction.php
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Simon/Jayne/Mal; implications of Kaylee/River
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic sex, bondage, strong language
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. I'm just playing with them
Notes: Thanks to: Brenda, my wonderful beta, corrupter of the last vestiges of my innocence. Any remaining spelling or grammar mistakes are mine. The people that encouraged me to continue the series.

Interludes

Sometimes, Jayne just likes to watch. He is slouched in the armchair near the foot of the bed, with one leg draped over the side, slowly stoking himself, his blue-grey eyes dark with lust. The Captain has his arms entwined with mine keeping them wrapped around my body and he is pulling me back into his long, slow thrusts. He slides his tongue down my neck to my shoulder, where he begins nibbling. He changes his pace, pushing into me quickly, then pulling back ever so slowly, stimulating the membranes again and again until my head is arched back against his shoulder and my breath is hitching in my throat as I gasp short, sharp mouthfuls of air. He reaches down and takes my erection into his hand - he strokes once, twice - the sensations front and back overwhelm me. As my hips buck forward into the orgasm, Mal pushes in deep and hard - he has learned how much I like this. I gasp with pleasure and push back hard against him. He muffles his cry against my shoulder, biting down, just hard enough not to break the skin. We stand for a moment, catching our breath, and then Mal collapses backward onto the bed, bringing me down with him. I lie there momentarily, savouring the feel of his sweat soaked body against mine, and the sound of his panting in my ear. I turn and give him a soft kiss and then slide to the floor.

I crawl slowly over to where Jayne is sitting, still slowly stroking himself, still staring - watching my every move - and languidly slide my tongue up his thigh to his balls. I begin to lap at them, light swift flicks of my tongue, just to hear him moan. As a hand comes down to rest lightly on my head, I gently begin to suck on a testicle. Jayne inhales sharply, his hand spasming, pulling at my hair. I run my tongue up the length of him, then kiss the head of his cock, pressing my tongue against it, making him shudder, before pulling him into my mouth. I run my fingers up and down his body, luxuriating in the feel of his skin under my hands. He comes with a grunt, hand moving down to stroke my shoulder where Mal has left a bruise.

Jayne pulls me up into his lap for a demanding kiss that leaves me breathless, his hands roaming all over me. When I look up into his face I see that his eyes are burning with desire. I look over at the bed to see the Captain lying there on his stomach, head propped up on his hands with the same look in his eyes and I realize it's going to be a long lust-filled night.

* * * *

"Serenity to Simon, Serenity to Simon." I hear Wash's voice and feel faint wafts of air coming towards my face when I realize that I must have drifted off. I open my eyes and see the hand that he's waving in front of my face, which is hanging about an inch above a bowl of soup.

"Wild night?" Wash asks cheerily and nudges me good-naturedly with his shoulder. I don't know when or how it happened, but somehow, this easy- going man has become my closest friend on the ship. It's nice to have someone to talk to. As much as I love Jayne and am growing to love the Captain, neither of them have much use for what they consider idle chitchat.

I cover a huge yawn with a hand, nod, and say, "The Captain joined us last night."

"You know, you shouldn't let those two wear you out so much," he says with a little concern and a smile. "You're the only doc we've got and it just wouldn't do for you to drop dead from being over-fucked."

"Don't you worry about me, Wash. I give as good as I get," I say with an evil glint in my eye. I place my hand lightly on his arm and say, "But, thanks for the concern."

"Pretty boy, we ain't got no room for a fourth, so stop feelin' Wash up," comes Jayne's good-humoured voice from the doorway.

"Awww...Pretty please? Can't we play with him too?" I say while running my hand lightly up Wash's forearm. "He's so handsome and he's got all this lovely blond hair." I tug gently at the hair on his arm.

"Slut," Jayne says.

"Card-carrying, guild-approved," I shoot back and bat my eyelashes at him. Wash is beginning to blush and I can tell he's trying to figure out if we're serious or not. I give him an exaggerated wink and he starts to laugh.

Zoe walks in, assesses the situation, and marches over to me. "Stop molesting my husband, you minx," she says and aims a mock swat at my head. I duck under her hand, slide off my chair, and run behind Jayne. Zoe advances on us, and Jayne promptly steps to one side. "You nuts? I ain't tanglin' with Zoe, now you got her all riled up. You got yerself into this mess, you get yerself out. ... I'm gonna miss you though. You was a good doctor." He scratches his head and then says, "Mebbe you should apologize." Taking my cue, I fall to my knees in front of Zoe and take her hands in mine and bring them up to my lips for a kiss. "Oh please, great mistress, don't kill me. I promise, I'll never make another pass at your husband." I plead, pressing more kisses onto her palms. We all burst into giggles.

"What in tarnation is goin' on in here? I can hear you fools all the way down the corridor." Mal says as he strides into the room. He looks at the scene in front of him. "On second thought, never mind, ain't got time. Jayne, Zoe, gear up. We have some crime to do."

"How long are you going to be gone?" I ask.

"About three days," Mal replies.

Jayne helps me up and pulls me against him for a soft kiss and an ass squeeze before he strides out the door with the Captain and Zoe, who blows a kiss back to Wash. He catches it out of the air and pulls it to his chest, holding it like treasure. Sometimes they're just too gorram cute.

"I think I will take advantage of this situation and catch up on my sleep," I say, yawning again.

"Good plan."

* * * *

I'm back in the galley getting some tea, feeling much better after a nap and a long shower, when Kaylee and River come skipping in hand in hand. It is amazing the calming effect that spending time with Kaylee has had on my sister. The bad days are getting less and less frequent and she hardly has nightmares anymore. She is still a bit off kilter, her odd, seemly off- topic outbursts a bit disconcerting at times. But she is definitely getting better, spending more days as a somewhat peculiar, but mostly normal, teenage girl.

"Just the person we were looking for," Kaylee says brightly.

"Oh?" I ask suspiciously, something in her voice making me cautious.

River looks at me then giggles and whispers in Kaylee's ear. Kaylee's eyes go wide and she gasps, "No way! They didn't. But wouldn't that hurt?"

"Not yet. Will when they get back. It's O.K., he can take it." River proclaims looking up at me from under her hair. She takes my arm and Kaylee grabs the teapot and some cups.

"River, where are we going?" I ask as she pulls me out into the corridor.

"Kaylee's room. Good for talking and....other things," her voice trails off and a sweet smile drifts across her face.

"River!" Kaylee squeals. "Shhh." I glance over at her, surprised to see she's blushing furiously.

"Kaylee... what have you two..." she cuts me off before I can finish.

"It's not what you think. Or it's not yet. Or, or, gorramit, I don't know. She keeps tellin' me stuff, like it's happened, but it hasn't, not yet. I swear," she says.

"'Cept for the kissin'," River says.

I raise an eyebrow at Kaylee. She's looking a bit guilty.

"Well, she's never been kissed," she says, looking down at her feet, "and she wanted to know. I figured what harm could it do? So I..." Kaylee's face gets redder.

I decide to let her off the hook. "It's O.K., Kaylee, just so long as nothing else happens. I don't think River is emotionally ready for anything physical just now. Understand?" She nods. River smiles up at me with a sly look on her face. I think I better keep a closer eye on these two.

We get to Kaylee's tiny room and I realize the bed's the only place to sit down. I sit down cross-legged in the centre, Kaylee and River on either side, turned toward me. Kaylee pours the tea and passes it around.

"So, what's this all about?" I ask as I take a sip of tea.

"Girl talk," says River.

"Girl talk?" I ask. "In case you hadn't noticed, I'm not exactly a girl."

"Yeah, but you still might be able to answer a few questions for us," Kaylee says.

"About what," I ask suspiciously, a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I take a sip of tea, hoping it will calm me.

The barrage of questions comes fast and furious - what's it like, who's bigger, who does what, how, have I done this, have they done that, how much hair - I nearly choke on the tea, coughing, unable to answer even if I wanted to. They pat me on the back looking at me with eager eyes.

"C'mon Simon, spill it. With you around I'm never gonna get a chance at Jayne and the Captain treats me like a little sister. An' like you said, River's off limits. C'mon, I'd tell you," Kaylee implores. And she would, too - in detail. Kaylee's never been shy about sex.

I'm about to say no when I catch River's eye - she's so lucid and having so much fun that I can't bear to bring disappointment to her.

"All right. This is not to leave this room. Understand?" I say sternly and look back and forth between the two of them getting their nods of consent. "I'll tell you some stuff, but not everything. A man's gotta have some secrets."

* * * *

The blindfold is tight around my eyes, and they spin me round and round, trying to disorient me, but I can tell them apart by their hands and the way that they touch me. Jayne's hands are larger, more callused and he strokes my body in long gentle sweeps, Mal's touch is lighter, more teasing. The twirling stops and I feel my arms being gently pulled up above my head. When my wrists are tied together I recognize Jayne's deft hand with a t- shirt. While Jayne is occupied with this task, the Captain blazes a trail of kisses down my throat, continuing to stroke my body with his hands. I feel the leather of Jayne's belt between my hands as he slips it under the loop of material holding my wrists together. Then he secures my arms above my head by fastening his belt around one of the ceiling girders.

"Have enough give in your arms?" He asks. "Don't want you to strain anything."

I gasp as Mal latches onto a nipple and begins to suck. I nod assent to Jayne's question.

They continue touching, teasing, and kissing my body - making me writhe with ecstasy. Jayne moves in for a long kiss, pulling back occasionally to suck slowly at my bottom lip, knowing how wild that drives me, while the Captain stands behind me and kisses the sensitive spot behind my ear. I moan and begin to rub my erection against Jayne. He continues the kiss, but pulls back enough so that I can't reach him.

"Not yet. This is going to last a good long while. We missed you," he rumbles against my lips. His tongue swirls into my mouth and then he sucks mine into his, his hand cupping the back of my neck. Mal has begun moving down my back; leaving a trail of fire behind wherever his lips touch my skin. Jayne's hands lightly stroke my chest and stomach. I'm swaying back and forth against the restraints at my wrists, trying to press myself against one of them, but can't.

They keep up the pace for what seems like hours. I'm vibrating with desire, whimpering in the back of my throat, overwhelmed by what they're doing to me. I can't take anymore. Waves of heat are flashing through me and I feel like I'm going to spontaneously combust.

"Please...someone fuck me," I beg, not caring how pathetic I sound.

"Who?" Jayne asks, mischief in his voice, hands still trailing along my over-sensitized skin.

"What?" I gasp.

"Pick," says the Captain, swooping in for a kiss, prodding his tongue into my mouth, making me moan.

"Don't ask me to do that. It's not fair. I'm not picking, I can't." I say when he pulls back.

"Oh, well since you won't choose, then I guess it'll have to be both of us," states Mal.

They both move around behind me. I hear the squirt of the tube of lubricant and soon two strong hands are gently massaging my opening. First one finger, then another is slowly inserted. I moan and push back onto them. They withdraw their hands. Jayne pushes himself into me slowly, and then pulls out and the Captain does the same. They alternate like that, back and forth, each time adding more lubricant and increasing the number of times they pump into me. I'm gasping for air, the feeling of entry, exit, and reentry driving me insane with lust. Jayne's thrusts suddenly get harder and faster and he goes deeper and deeper, pounding my prostate again and again, nearly making me scream with pleasure. He comes, breathing my name in my ear. He rests his head on my shoulder and wraps his arms around me while he catches his breath. I'm trembling in his arms, my heart is hammering in my chest. I need release, my hips twitching, the ache in my balls nearly unbearable. Jayne walks around me and kneels before me. Just as he takes me into his mouth, Mal pushes himself into me. It's starting to hurt a little now, but I don't care. I rock back and forth between the sensations - moaning their names and groaning with the combined pleasure and pain. I come so hard I nearly black out. My knees buckle and I hang from the restraints around my wrists. The Captain wraps his arms around me to help hold me up and gives one last hard thrust, and then cries out as he comes.

Jayne unfastens the belt, scoops me up, and carries me to the bed. They lie down beside me, Mal working on the knots at my wrists, and Jayne untying the blindfold. As they tuck me up between them, gently soothing my still shaking body, kissing me lightly, softly, murmuring my name over and over, I am nearly overwhelmed by the amount of love I feel for these men who abuse me so gloriously.

End.

Title: Shot Through the Heart
Series: part 7
Author: sffan
Email: sffan2004@yahoo.ca
Websight: http://www.animeglore.com/fanfiction.php
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Simon/Jayne
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic sex, strong language
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. I'm just playing with them
Notes: Thanks to: Brenda, my wonderful beta, corrupter of the last vestiges of my innocence. Any remaining spelling or grammar mistakes are mine. The people that encouraged me to continue the series.

Shot Throught the Heart

"Simon," comes Wash's voice over the intercom.

"Yes," I respond with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"Grab your medkit and get to the entry hatch. They're coming in hard and fast."

"How bad?" I feel sicker and sicker, something in Wash's tone telling me I wasn't going to like his next words.

He pauses, takes a deep breath, and then says, "Bad. It's Jayne - he's been shot. Just get down there."

* * * *

I'm standing there with my medkit surrounded by the rest of the crew when Mal and Zoe drag Jayne's unconscious form up the ramp. All three are covered in his blood. My heart stops and in an instant, my vision narrows to a single point - Jayne, lying on the deck, blood seeping out of a wound in his chest. My vision swirls and starts to go black.

"Whoa, Doc," says Wash as he catches my arm and gives me a little shake.

I'm just standing there, staring blankly, as Mal describes what happened. "Chest wound, straight through; think the bullet hit a lung. Me and Zoe tried to patch him up, but we had to get out of there fast." I'm still just standing there focussed on Jayne, mind filling with white noise. I'm vaguely aware of the others bustling around him, trying to stop the flow of blood.

"Doc? Doc? Are you listening?" I can feel Mal's hands on my arms and hear the annoyance in his voice, but I don't turn to look at him. I'm watching the blood ooze across Jayne's chest, horrified.

In the back of my mind I know I should do something, that I can help, but I'm frozen, fascinated by the contrast of the red blood on his green t-shirt. That gorram green shirt - the one he was wearing when I first kissed him in the corridor - the shirt I both love and hate - hate because it's worn and ugly, love because it's his. It is beyond repair now, torn to shreds and soaked in blood.

The Captain gives me a little shake. "Doc, snap out of it, you have work to do." I barely hear his voice, lost in my own thoughts.

"Simon, sweetheart, listen to me," he says gently. The uncharacteristic endearment and tone of voice catches my attention, and my head starts to turn towards the Captain. He grabs my chin so that I can't turn to look back at Jayne.

"Focus on the sound of my voice. Do you hear me?" He asks softly, peering into my eyes. I force myself make eye contact and nod.

"Good. Now listen to me," his voice is still quiet. The Captain digs his hands into my arms just above the elbows. He gives me a hard shake that snaps my head back on its neck, and roars, "SNAP THE FUCK OUT OF IT! You have a job to do, DOCTOR, and I suggest you get to it. I've got a man down and you have to patch him up."

Somehow, his voice breaks through the fog in my head, and suddenly I can feel my heart beating again and all my medical knowledge comes flooding back to me - I know what needs to be done.

* * * *

It's early the next day. I'm sitting on a stool next to Jayne's unconscious form, holding his hand, eyes closed, head resting on the side of the medbed, exhausted. The operation took hours, even with Mal and Zoe helping me. Thank heavens that Wash is a universal donor - between him and Book I had just enough blood for the procedure.

"Hey, Doc," comes Mal's easy voice from the doorway, "How's he doing?"

"Pretty good, but he's not out of the woods yet," I say as I turn to look at him. "There was a lot of trauma, he may still..." I have to stop. I can't say the word *die*. If I say it, it could happen. I can feel the tears in my eyes and I try hard not to let them fall, but I'm just too tired to win that fight. As they begin to fall, Mal makes his way towards me.

"Hey, hey. It's O.K.," he says gently as he wraps an arm around my shoulder. I turn and press my face against his chest, muffling my quiet sobs. He brings up a hand to stroke my hair. "He'll be fine. You're a great doctor and you know Jayne's just too gorram mean to die." This gets a small laugh from me. I pull back and roughly wipe the tears from my cheeks, embarrassed by the weakness.

"Have you slept yet?" Mal asks. I shake my head. "Didn't think so. You look wiped out. You need to get some sleep."

I shake my head again. "I want to be here when he wakes up," I say tenaciously.

"You'll be no help, condition you're in," Mal says. He tugs on my arm until I stand up and leads me over to the couch in the corner. "You lie down here, get some rest. I'll stay with him. I will wake you if he so much as twitches, all right?" I realize that although Mal's request is phrased like a question, it's an order, so I make myself comfortable on the couch. The Captain fetches a pillow and a blanket and tucks me in, pausing to gently brush his fingers through my hair before returning to Jayne's bedside.

The last thing I see before sleep claims me is the Captain holding Jayne's hand in both of his, raising it to his lips for a gentle kiss.

* * * *

I'm fiddling around in the medlab, checking supplies, tidying, anything so that I can stay hidden in here. Jayne's recovery has taken months and the better he gets, the more I avoid being alone with him. I make excuses not to be in his bunk - River needs me, it's too soon, he's still too weak - but the excuses are wearing thin. I just can't be near him. Every time I see the scar, I remember how he could have died, would have died if the Captain hadn't snapped me out of it.

I'm putting the inventory list away when I hear Jayne's heavy footsteps behind me

"So this is how it's gonna be?" he asks. I turn and he's leaning loosely against the door frame arms across his chest.

"What?"

"You're just gonna walk away, pretend like it never happened, that we never happened. It's that easy for you," he says.

I stand there, and suddenly all the pain I've been feeling comes pouring out of me. "EASY!" I shout, "Easy? You think this is easy for me? It's breaking my heart, you bastard. But I can't, Jayne, I just can't....You almost DIED..." I have more to say, but he cuts me off.

"Got news for ya, Doc, everybody dies. This line a work we're in, maybe sooner than later. You think the thought of you goin' out before me don't twist my guts? Ever wonder why you ain't been off this tin can in over a month?" he asks. "Bein' this close to the edge makes a man want to hold on to what's special, not throw it away." He moves towards me and captures me in his arms before I can get away. I'm stunned into speechlessness by his words.

"I LOVE you, more 'n anyone or anything," he says passionately, pulling me close. "An' if you think for a minute that anythin' shorta death will make me let you go, you're nuttier than your sister." His kiss is gentle, moist, and warm. He teases my lips open with his tongue and then slides it into my mouth, exploring lightly - I taste the tobacco from his cigar. I melt into his arms, realizing this is where I want to be, *need* to be. Suddenly, he scoops me up and starts carrying me towards the door.

"Jayne," I say in my most reasonable tone, "put me down."

"Nope," comes the reply as he exits the medlab.

"Jayne..." I start to squirm in his arms. He tightens his grip around my body.

"Shut it. I ain't puttin' ya down, so just hang on and enjoy the ride." I recognize the stubborn tone in his voice and do as I'm told. I begin to nibble my way up and down his neck, flicking his earlobe with my tongue. He suppresses a soft moan and twitches his head away slightly.

"What?" I ask innocently, "You told me to enjoy the ride. That's what I'm doing." I pull his head back towards my questing mouth. Then I continue where I left off, pressing my lips against the quickening pulse beat in his neck. I begin to suck slowly, but strongly, determined to put my mark on him.

"I'm gonna get you for that," he mock-growls.

"Promises, promises," I quip back at him as we enter his room. He reaches back with one hand and shuts and locks the door, and then hops down the stairs carrying me to the foot of the bed where he finally puts me down.

As he starts unbuttoning my many layers of clothes, I work his shirt up and over his head. I reach out and gently caress the new scar on his chest, two inches from his heart.

"You do good work, darlin', hardly a mark," he says, continuing to help me out of my vest and shirt. I can't help thinking that if I had better supplies, there would be no scar at all. I lean forward and brush my lips against it. He wraps one arm around me, trailing his fingers down my spine, giving me chills and buries the fingers of his other hand in my hair. I run my hand up his torso and rub my thumb teasingly over his nipple. He twitches slightly. With feather-light kisses, I make my way across his chest and gently lap at the nub of flesh. Jayne's grip on my head tightens, holding me against him, his back arching into my work. I break free and slide my tongue up his throat, and then pull his head down for a long wet kiss. We help each other out of the rest of our clothes and begin exploring each other's bodies with hands, lips, and tongues. Everything is slow and gentle - it has been such a long time since it was just the two of us, I've almost forgotten how tender Jayne can be when we were alone.

We move to the bed and lay down and I pull Jayne on top of me, just to feel his weight and warmth on me. I wrap myself around him holding on as tight as I can, not able to get close enough, kissing his breath away. Our moans fill the room as we rub together. He pulls away to get the lubricant out of the drawer beside the bed and squirts some onto his hands. I am surprised when I feel his slick hands on my quivering cock. I look up at him with questioning eyes. Without answering, Jayne kisses me and gathers some pillows from the head of the bed and arranges them under his hips so that his bottom is angled up into the air. I am stunned. I had never asked for this, never dreamed he would offer it - especially not after seeing the Captain gently, but adamantly rebuffed the few times that he had tried.

"Just go slow," he says quietly, voice muffled by the bedding. "It's been a real damn long time."

I position myself behind him, running my hands all over his back and ass, reveling in the feel of his skin. Using some of the lube on my dick, I gently massage his taut opening, loosening him up. When my fingers touch him, Jayne's whole body jerks and he moans low in his throat. I'm throbbing and trembling with anticipation and desire, but I know I have to stay in control. I push myself into him a bit at a time, sliding my hands up his sides. He gasps hard when the head of my cock penetrates him, and then begins to shudder as I slide slowly deeper and deeper. Curving my body forward across his back, covering the smooth skin there in light kisses, I begin to pump. With each inward thrust, he moans and soon he is moving with me. I keep it slow and easy for as long as I can, but soon my body takes over and I start pushing harder and faster. Jayne's breath is coming in gasps now and his hands are twisting in the sheets. I rear back to hold his hips steady, slamming into him, saying his name over and over again. I'm caught in an enormous orgasm - my whole body twitching and jerking, my hands tightening hard enough to leave bruises on Jayne's hips, a breathless cry caught in my throat.

I fall forward against his back, panting for air, and slide myself out of him. Jayne rolls over and pulls me down next to him. He wraps me in his arms and kisses me softly, sucking lightly on my lower lip. His hands stroke my body lightly, tracing patterns in the sweat.

"Love you," he says hoarsely, voice filled with emotion.

"Love you more," I reply and pull him in for a long kiss. I reach down and run my fingers lightly up and down his erection.

Jayne rolls onto his back pulling me over with him. I straddle his hips as he applies lube to himself. Very slowly, I lower myself onto him, impaling myself inch by inch. His hands come up and cup my ass. I place my hands on his chest for leverage. We move together slowly at first. I lean forward to tease his lips with my tongue. He cups the back of my head and pulls himself up for a long passionate kiss, then returns his hand to my backside, where he starts to squeeze gently with both hands.

I like this position, it enables me to move my hips around, maximizing the pleasure of every jab and it allows me to look down into Jayne's eyes - I could drown in the desire I find there. I begin to ride him hard, making myself nearly mindless with pleasure as I force him deep into me again and again. I push back hard into a thrust, pressing my ass against his thighs, arch my back, and tighten the muscles surrounding his cock. His hips buck upwards off of the bed, and he cries my name as he spurts into me.

I fall forward limply, pressing my face against his chest as I catch my breath. His arms come up to surround me and he kisses the top of my head. I settle myself against his body, relishing the feel of his warm sweaty flesh against mine. I run my fingers through his chest hair.

"Jayne," I say softly.

"Hmm?" he's already half-asleep.

"I know it was my idea in the first place, but do you think Mal would mind if we asked him to stay away...at least for a little while?" I ask in a quiet voice.

"Taken care of," he mumbles. "Talked to him 'fore I came to get ya. 'M done sharin'. Done sharin' for a good long time." He tightens his arms around me. I lift my head up to look into his eyes and smile my sweetest smile.

"Good," I say and pull forward for a kiss. I settle back against his chest, his heart beating against my cheek. As I lay there in his embrace and let the strong, steady beats lull me to sleep, I am nearly overwhelmed by the sense of peace and joy I feel from the knowledge that we are safe, alive, and together.

The End.

End of series. (No seriously. Isn't this a nice warm, fuzzy way to end it - snuggled up against Jayne's chest, drifting off to sleep, feeling all safe and secure?)