BLUE SUN ROOM FAN FICTION - ROMANCE

HISGOODGIRL

RED
Tuesday, June 13, 2006

This is a Jayne-centered fic set over a four year period ending just after my story, “Waited Long Enough.” Porn-with-plot. NOTE: Tried to post alast night and the site whacked it off - apologies for any confusion or frustration.


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NOTE: I attempted to post this entire story as a unit last night and for whatever reason, the site posted only part so I’ve whacked it into smaller bits. My sincere apologies for any inconvenience.

Disclaimer: These characters, at least some of them, are other people’s children. I am only playing with them.

Rating: A hard R, includes graphic sex. If this disturbs or offends you, please read elsewhere.

Setting; This is a Jayne-centered fic set over a four year period ending just after my story, “Waited Long Enough.” Porn with plot. After all the angsty stuff in “Raping Serenity, I needed a break before getting back into the thick of things.

Written for my friend AP.

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RED

Jayne Cobb loved women.

Everyone who’d ever spent more than half an hour around the big mercenary knew that.

It was evident in how he studied them out of the corner of his steel blue eyes or boldly, flat out, grinning in open admiration. Evident in the way he found every possible opportunity to run his long, callused fingers down a girl’s arm or pat her fanny when she walked by.

Not just working girls, either. He’d sometimes amuse himself by standing back against some storefront and enjoying the show when rich, married women came to admire the latest fashions. Eventually they’d feel his eyes on them, sense his appreciation. Shyly, they’d glance his way and notice the tall, strongly built man with the dark goatee, his black hat set at a rakish angle. Not a fancy gent – that much was clear from the clothes he wore – but swai. Oh yes.

He’d tip his hat and offer just a hint of a wicked smile, polite-like but suggesting other possibilities. And there was always something about those eyes that left them feeling as if they were standing there in broad daylight, naked as jaybirds. Often they blushed and bolted, perhaps too shy or too sorely tempted.

But occasionally some especially bold woman would meet his frank examination with one of her own. She’d note a man heading toward forty, nearing six foot five in his boots, tanned and heavily muscled from hard work, with broad shoulders and a trim, lean middle sliding into narrow hips. And if her eyes had made it down that far, well, there was more she couldn’t help but notice, too.

While such encounters typically didn’t result in any more overt interaction, it amused Jayne to think he’d disturbed the composure of such proper women and that, perhaps, their dreams that night might include activities of a more licentious nature.

Given the nature of Jayne Cobb’s work, he’d never considered taking a wife or attempting monogamy. He thrived on variety, and his exceptional skills as a sharpshooter, tracker and all-purpose hired muscle meant that he readily found work wherever he went. And wherever he went, he found women.

Some joked that if there was a single virtuous farmwife on some border moon, by nightfall, the merc would have her bedded. Others claimed that three-fourths of the whores on the rim knew him by name and considered him a regular.

In truth, his legend exaggerated his inclinations… somewhat.

Jayne lived life as it came at him and took opportunities as they presented themselves. That was how he came to be working as a mercenary for Captain Malcolm Reynolds aboard a battered Firefly. The job was a definite step up after a series of two-bit hires on the petty side of criminal and Jayne was pleased as punch to settle into a new situation a few rungs up the ladder, with plenty of grub, his own accommodations and a decent share of the profits.

The new job gave him a chance to shower more frequently, buy a few clothes to replace some of the rattier parts of his wardrobe and supplement his weapons collection. His first payday, he used his share to purchase a folding stock for his best gun, Vera, and a weight bench and weights. If a man was gonna be spending a lot of time cooped up in a space ship, he reasoned, then he’d best have a way to stay fit and keep himself from going stir-crazy.

Much to his surprise, there were women on the ship. Good looking women. Even Jayne could appreciate the potential problems that could arise if he was to get friendly with one of them, and made up his mind at the start they were “hands off.”

Didn’t mean he couldn’t look, admire and appreciate. Oh, he did a lot of appreciating. But staying on the appreciating side of the line just meant that when he did hit dirt, some working girl was gonna get a chunk of his coin right off the top and a thorough workout as well.

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Jayne Cobb loved women.

Short or tall, curvaceous or even on the generous side, blond or dark or auburn. He loved the way they felt and tasted and smelled, the little noises they made during sex, how they seemed genuinely surprised when he took pains to see they got as good as they gave. He’d sometimes ask for some particular sort of trim, depending on his mood, but he was just as likely to encourage the girl to do what she enjoyed, knowing from long experience that always made for a better tumble.

Over time, Jayne had visited most of the rim worlds and he noticed that the turnover in brothels was high. A lot of the customers weren’t as generous or kind-spirited as Jayne and women didn’t tend to last long working as whores. He’d occasionally see the same girl twice, if she was especially frolicsome or enthusiastic in her play. But there was only one woman he’d come back to over and over through the years.

He’d first hired her for some quick relief after a long lonesome haul back from a bank robbery on Three Hills that went bad. Figuring to get lost in the bustle of the dock-side at Persephone, he’d worked a handful of short runs in from the rim, and was looking to get stewed and screwed in a big way.

When he wandered into Clementine’s that evening, he’d ordered a whisky and lit up a cigar, then taken his time looking over the dozen or more women and young boys lounging around the parlor. Both sexes were giving him the bedroom eye or posing in enticing ways. Oh, there was plenty of pretty scattered ‘round that evening and yet one girl stood out from all the others.

Although young, she was well filled out, her waist nipped in by a lacy violet corset that pushed her creamy bosom high and flared to hug her full hips. Ribboned garters supported the lavender stockings that encased her curvaceous legs. Another length of the same ribbon served as a choker around her neck, drawing attention to her cat-green eyes. She lounged at the back of the parlor on a burgundy fainting couch, arms gracefully extended along the carved mahogany, her fair skin in bright contrast to the rich fabric.

Jayne noticed right off three things setting her apart from every other whore in that parlor. For one, she was perfectly still, not flirting and blowing kisses like all the others craving his coin. Her smile was genuine, raising full rosy cheeks beneath eyes a’sparkle with mischief. And her hair was glorious, a great tumble of red curls barely corralled with combs and hairpins.

Jayne dickered briefly with Clementine. “I want Red over there, and I want her for the night.”

The old madam raised a painted eyebrow, amused. “Been a long time since you dipped your wick, has it, Cobb?” she laughed lustily. “You and Annie’ll be a fair match for one another, I imagine. O’course, if I was ten years younger, I’d haul your swai ass upstairs an’ ride ya into the ground m’self.”

He handed the madam the girl’s fee and grinned, “Yeah, I bet you couldda, at that.”

With that Jayne made his way through the disappointed whores to where Annie reclined like the Queen of Sheba, tipped his hat to her and escorted the girl upstairs.

And thus began a relationship that was as much mutual admiration as business.

(Continued as RED – Part Two)

COMMENTS

Tuesday, June 13, 2006 2:54 AM

REENIE


Ah, Jayne's women. Too bad the man isn't more scholastically inclined. He could write a book, or whatever they use for books in the future! You know what I mean.

I particularly liked how you talk about his tactile nature. I expect it would be extra pronounced with women.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006 3:51 AM

BIGBADMAN


Gotta love those red-heads!

Wednesday, June 14, 2006 12:23 AM

BOOKADDICT


Great start here. I enjoyed the description of the women who looked back and what they saw. Hmmmmmm. The interaction between Jayne and the madam is spot on.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006 2:10 PM

SQUISH


This was just excellent. I love all the descriptions, it really makes the setting come alive. Too many good lines to quote just one! And you've described Jayne just perfectly! On to the next one...

Wednesday, June 14, 2006 6:43 PM

BLUEEYEDBRIGADIER


Lovely stuff, HGG! Can't wait for part 2;)

Though I am assuming you're gonna be dealing with Jayne meeting up with Annie after he's taken up with Kaylee and craziness ensues? Could be wrong...;)

BEB


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