Disclaimer: Not mine, no coin changed hands. This story has not been beta-ed. Please accept my apologies for any errors or correct me.

Dedication: To all the folk who endure traumatic events and somehow find the courage to rebuild their lives.

Rating: NC17, Definite adult content, violence in later chapters. Remarks: The next section in my long story arc following Jayne and Kaylee as they struggle to define and strengthen their relationship. Takes place between the series and the BDM, three weeks after my previous story, “Leaps of Faith”. Click on my name to read the backstories.

Feedback: Sincerely appreciated when civilly offered; that’s what it’s all about. Some of you have expressed distress over this story’s title. Please consider the following:

Definitions: Source: The Random House Dictionary of the English Language Raping – (3) The act of seizing and carrying off by force (7) Plundering. Serenity – (1)The state or quality of being serene, calm, or tranquil.

Did I see allegations of PG13? Indeed not. But timing is everything. Just ask Jayne. Italics indicate character thoughts and/or dream sequences.

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Raping Serenity

Chapter Seven – Reunion

The shuttle hurtles over barren land toward the rendezvous point. Mal and Zoë are discussing the details of their arrangements with Benning. With nothing to do until they arrive at the load-up site, Serenity’s mercenary leans back and closes his eyes, the better to replay memories of the night before. He learned long ago to snag sleep whenever the opportunity affords it.

Didn’t get a lot of sleepin’ done last night, but can’t say as I mind all that much, he thinks, and a secret grin curls one corner of his mouth.

Jayne opens one eye and glances at Mal’s back, chuckling softly to himself. Cap’n’s gotta either be stone deaf or a lot denser than I am, not to have realized what’s going on, much racket as Kaylee was makin’ last night. Ai ya, that girl’s a hot one once she gets wound up good. Well, it’s about time ta tell ‘im and let the crap fly. Just can’t see as he’d pitch us both off th’ ship. With the bone-deep sense of pleasure and emotional relief he’s feeling now that they’ve reconnected, it’s all Jayne can do not to look just plain smug. The merc can’t quite grasp how the little mechanic finds him worthy of her love and keeps turning it over in his mind. Still don’t understand what would make a gal like Kaylee pick a fella with my history, but God knows, I ain’t gripin’. Shepherd told me to be patient an’ have faith. Just wasn’t sure we could work things out this way.

When Kaylee asked me to go walkin’ with her, I figured she just wanted to have some company for safety sake. Didn’t dare hope there’d be more to it than that. Felt so gorram good to get out and stretch my legs, breathin’ fresh air and lookin’ up at all them ten-million stars. Makes a man feel peaceful.

Gorram leg’s getting’ stronger, more dependable, too. Oughta be pretty much up to speed in a few more weeks. Good thing Mal was willin’ to give me th’ time to get right again.

But best of all was havin’ Kaylee by my side, just bein’ together, jokin’ and all like we usta. Felt like all that fei hua an’ tension these past weeks just melted away, and things between us was like they used ta be back before Aberdeen when it all went to go se.

The merc’s head lolls back as his thoughts ramble on and he’s oblivious to all but his inner dialogue and memories.

Didn’t think I’d ever make it to the top of that hill last night, but I’m damned if I’m gonna let some slip of a girl show me up, ‘specially when it’s Kaylee Frye I’m followin’ along after. ‘Course the view that comes with following her up a hill is worth the effort. Woman’s got about the juciest li’l tail I ever seen.

Once we started talkin’, it just all fell into place. Guess all that thinkin’ and talkin’ with Shepherd I done paid off and I musta said the right things. ‘Bout all I could do to keep my hands off’n her. Thought my daio was gonna split my pants. I just kept thinkin’, Don’t screw this up, Jayne Cobb. There’s a helluva lot more at stake here than just ruttin’. You got a chance to make this right with her and if’n it means bein’ a gentleman until she shows ya she’s ready, then you can do this.

An’ then, wu de tyen ah, if she don’t go and start kissin’ and climbin’ all over me. Never know’d a woman so prone to connivin ’ up elaborate ways ta get herself laid. All she’d’a had to do was say, “Jayne, I want ya ta bed me,” but no, she goes and hauls my ass up some gorram mountainside and want me to do her up there.

At least walkin’ back ta the ship gave me some time fer calmin’ down. We’d a stayed up on that hillside grapplin’ much longer, I mighta blown my load like some virgin boy, bad as I was wantin’ her. By the time we made it down to my bunk, I’d cooled off a little and could do right by her…

Wuo de ma, she’s such a beauty. Got spirit’n fire… She’s clever and more’ a handful sometimes, but ai ya, how I love her…

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Soft snores begin to issue from the merc as he dozes off, the twitching of his eyes beneath closed lids evidence of his dreaming:

Just having her close beside him once again makes him happy, and he cradles her head on his shoulder as they talk. Having convinced himself it’d best be a cuddlin’ sorta night, he is caught completely off guard when Kaylee climbs on top of him, kissing him passionately, and his body quickly hardens in response to her.

He rolls them over so to catch the starlight in her eyes and asks the question he has to know. “Kaylee, are you sure you want this? This ain’t sportin’ anymore, girl. We do this now, ain’t no goin’ back, ‘cause we ain’t neither one the people we were when we started down this road.”

With their sides cradled in the soft sand, he reaches up with his free hand to tuck a stray lock of her hair behind her ear. She grabs his wrist with surprising strength and plants his hand firmly on her waist.

“Never thought I’d have to jump you twice, Jayne. Of course I want this or I wouldn’t be out here on a mountainside in the dark with ya, workin’ on getting’ sexed!”

With a soft giggle, she snuggles closer, throwing one overall-clad leg over his hip and pressing her fork against the bulge of his erection. A growl, low and soft, issues from deep in him as the girl begins to nibble her way from his collarbone upwards to his jaw.

Impatient now to touch her, his hand snakes up to cup the firm roundness of her breast, his thumb and forefinger tweaking her nipple through the knit fabric until it crinkles and rises to his touch.

Kaylee murmurs with pleasure and writhes against him, her hands grabbing at his t-shirt as she struggles to pull it free of his pants. The reality of the sand and his bulky gunbelt bring things to a stuttering halt.

“Kaylee…”

“Mmmm?” Her hands continue in their mission.

“Uh, Kaylee… hon, hold off now.” His voice is reluctant but firm.

“Huh? Whatcha mean?”

“We didn’t exactly plan this out so well. Unless you got a magic blanket folded up real small in a pocket a them overalls, we’re gonna wind up getting’ sand in places where you don’t want sand. Trust me, babygirl, much as I want you and you seem ta be wantin’ me, makin' love up here ain't a great idea. How ‘bout we move this party back to Serenity? Be a gorram sight more comfortable.”

“Aw Jayne…” The girl whines in frustration but knows the merc is right.

“I guess if we’ve done without each other for more’n a month, we can wait a little bit more,” she admits as he helps her to her feet and dusts her off. Then, hand in hand, they go stumbling off back down the hillside toward Serenity…

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A hand is roughly shaking his shoulder.

Mal sounds more bemused than angry. “Gorramit, Jayne, wake up. We're here.”

“Huh?” The merc’s eyes snap open and the dream fades. It’s a good thing he’s got Delilah resting across his lap.

“Time to go to work. Make yourself useful, dong ma?”

(To be continued...)