For those of you who would like to see the prompt table I'm working from Go Here.

These stories are all standalone's unless otherwise noted.

Thanks to Tamsibling for the beta!

Thanks to Kaynara's nagging, there is some M/I goodness here in addition to the S/K fun.

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This is the sequel to: Foreplay and Cuddle.

You might want to read those first to see what's come first in this little series.

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2. Writhe

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“Ai ya, Simon – please,” Kaylee begged, her hands sliding down between her legs to tug at his hair. She rolled her hips against his tongue and squeezed her eyes shut as her body began to tense.

He recognized the signs. How she moaned, writhed, panted; how her body made these sharp jerking motions as she came closer to her fall. But he drew out her release this morning, pulling away from that little treasure his tongue circled so maddeningly and instead delved between the equally as sensitive folds. With each pass of his tongue and each thrust of his fingers he teased her, until he could no longer ignore the insistent tugging of his hair.

“Simon,” she breathed, unable to reach that final plateau due to his teasing. “Don’t do this to me.”

Her hips shifted restlessly beneath him and he turned his head to kiss the inside of her thigh before lifting it to glance into her eyes.

The flushed skin of her face, the light sheen of sweat that covered her body, and the intense look of desire on her face made him feel guilty for teasing her. She tried to tug him up, her fingers sliding through the silky strands of his hair. He knew what she wanted, but he wasn’t done yet. He wanted to give her release first, feel her body spasm against his tongue before he slid his already anxious and throbbing length into her.

So he set about to continuing with his task, studiously ignoring her growing pleas.

~*~

River rolled over and pulled the pillow over her head already knowing that it wouldn’t drown out the sensations pulsing through every fiber of the ship.

With an annoyed look at the bulkhead, she slipped out of bed, trying to decide just which couple she was going to embarrass tomorrow first.

The psychic, innocent though she appeared to be, was truly tired of her sleep being interrupted.

~*~

“Wo de tian a,” Mal groaned, his hands clutching the bed sheets for some purchase, something to hold him down and keep him from floating away entirely.

Inara smiled around him, pride flowing through every pore, every fiber of her body at his exclamation. She could feel his body tense, feel him try to control the motion of his hips as they lifted off the bed.

Well-schooled in even the most basic ways of pleasure, Inara knew how to control him, his upward thrusts, his pleas to stop with the teasing and just give him release already. But she wasn’t done with him yet. This was something she’d wanted to do for a very long time and she had no plans to rush through it, even if every member of the crew was pounding on the locked shuttle door.

Her tongue circled teasingly around him, dipping every few strokes into the slit to lick away the pearly beads that gathered there. Mal gasped as her smooth, silky fingers grasped the base of him and squeezed, alternating the pressure between firm and gentle as her tongue continued to work its magic.

“’Nara! Ai ya stop with the teasin’!”

Doing as he instructed, she released him instantly, her hand falling away and his heavy length dropping wetly onto his belly.

She nearly laughed at his incredulous look. “What? You asked me to stop.”

The feral growl that came from deep within his chest sent a pure jolt of instant desire straight to her folds already wet with anticipation. She didn’t protest when he lifted her easily into his arms and rolled her over, a predatory look in his burning blue eyes.

She parted her legs wide and gasped when she felt his thick length slide into her. She lifted her hips to meet his initial thrust, and every single one after that. He wouldn’t last long, her ministrations had assured that. But as she wrapped her long, lean legs around his hips and her arms around his shoulders, it didn’t matter. She was right where she wanted to be and no one could ever take this night away from them.

Used to pleasing clients, she didn’t give a second thought to her own pleasure. She whispered in his ear, encouragements she’d been trained long ago to use to bring her partner to release. Her fingers slipped into his hair and tugged gently, alternating with soft, delicate pants that echoed arousingly around his ears.

“Tienna!” Mal cried as his body tensed and his back arched sharply, driving his rigid length so hard and deep, Inara squeaked in surprise.

Desire and arousal pulsed through every nerve ending in his body and his thrusts became erratic and uneven, shallow and deep until the tension coiled at the base of his spine snapped. He groaned, loud and long, as his body jerked above her, his length erupting in quick violent spurts before he collapsed, breathing heavily, to his side.

Inara rolled onto his spent and quivering body with a purely satisfied grin on her face.

“What?” he breathed, placing a hand flat on his chest to try and control his erratic breathing.

“You don’t believe in God.” Inara’s eyes twinkled with barely suppressed mirth.

Mal gave her an indignant snort and pulled her against his chest. “I think I’ve changed my mind.”

~*~

River made it to the galley a bit late but she knew she’d beat the ship’s couples by hours. Jayne and Zoe were already sitting at the table, eating their breakfast in silence.

“No Mal and ‘Nara yet?” Jayne grinned leeringly.

“Leave them alone, Jayne.” Zoe’s tone left no room for argument.

“I don’t think so,” River said, rubbing tired eyes. “Between them, Simon and Kaylee, and you with Mistress Palm,” she stared pointedly at Jayne. “I didn’t get any sleep last night.”

A bubble of laughter exploded from Zoe’s lips. “Oh, it’s going to be a fun day.”

Jayne shot a quick glare at Zoe before turning his narrowed eyes and indignant look on River.

River rolled her eyes and trembled, her hands rubbing her arms as an errant sliver of desire raced down her spine. Shooting a glare down the hallway toward the passenger dorms, she muttered. “Damnit, Simon.”

END

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Chinese Translation:

Wo de tian a - dear God in heaven Tienna = God

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