Title: Jayne’s Bunk 1/1 Author: hisgoodgirl

Paring: Jayne/Kaylee, Kaylee POV Disclaimer: Joss's toys, my make-believe. No money exchanged and all that. Warning: Hard R for explicit sexual references. Setting: Takes place after my "Faith" trilogy and “Those Left Behind” but before the BDM.

To read other stories in this Jaylee story arc, click on my name above. Cross-posted to the Jaylee_ship group at LJ. If the thought of Jayne and Kaylee together makes you cringe or adult content ain't your cup of tea, keep on walkin'...

What can I say? Cold weather makes me frisky. For you folks who thought my last couple of stories were too, ahem... tame.

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Jayne’s Bunk 1/1

It ain’t often that the others are out on a job for more’n a day or two. This time around, we’re set down on the ass-end of Greenwood, in a stretch of God-forsaken land that proves whoever named the place hadn’t done much explorin’.

The Cap’n, Zoë an’ Jayne took the second shuttle out day before yesterday, headed for a little heist in the one decent sized settlement on this side of the world. The plan was for ‘em to have a day or two to suss out the routine, make sure our informant was dealin’ straight, then hit the place early, right at openin’ time.

We’ve had enough jobs go wrong of late that I can’t help bein’ more’n a little nervous, an’ I keep pesterin’ Wash as to whether he’s heard anything from ‘em. Cap told us to keep radio silence much as possible, so ain’t like we can call and ask why they’re late. Just gotta figure something went awry. Oh, I know they’re pretty good at gettin’ themselves outta trouble, but they’re near ‘bout as good at getting’ into it. Used to be, I was so green, I didn’t really appreciate the risks we were up against. Ain’t that way no more.

To tell the truth, it’s gotten a lot harder since Jayne an’ me became sweeties. I know he’s big an’ strong an’ good at his job, but ever since he was shot by that Emerson fella and damn near died, I can’t help frettin’ when he’s out. Wash understands, an’ at least now we both got a friend dealing with the same worries.

I’ve tried to stay busy. Been workin on that hovermule we got awhile back, tryin’ to get familiar with the lev system and steerin’, in case I gotta do repairs on ‘em later on. Usually, when I get all wrapped up in machine work, I’m happy as a clam, don’t take no notice of time or nothin’. This job, I just ain’t been able to settle in.

The hardest part of all has been the nights.

In the beginnin’, Jayne an’ I snuck around, hookin’ up whenever we found somewhere’s we wasn’t likely to get walked in on. After a few months of that we both got tired of creepin’ ‘round like a couple a kids, an’ I started slippin’ down to his bunk. Still had to be careful, but at least we had a bed and could spend most a the night together. I wake up mighty early, so I’d just tip-toe back across the passageway to my own bunk ‘fore Cap’d get up. Hardest part was tryin’ to stay quiet when Jayne was lovin’ on me. That man’s a gorram force a nature.

When the scarpers hit us back on Newhall an’ I got dragged up the mountain by that wang bao dahn, things finally all came out. Jayne told the Cap’n we was together, rules or no rules, an’ we ain’t been tryin’ to hide nothin’ since then.

There’s still times I sleep in my own bunk, especially right before a job. He gets antsy and I don’t want to throw him off his focus. Times we get mad at each other, too. Man’s the stubbornest soul God ever created, and hell’d freeze ‘fore he’d admit he was wrong. Still, I love ‘im and know he loves me.

The night before they left – that would be Tuesday – I slept in my own bunk so’s Jayne could have some space to get his gear ready an’ his head focused. If I’d a slept over with him, we’d wound up lovin’ on each other for sure, and that ain’t good right before a job.

Come Wednesday night, they was gone and I was already gettin’ restless. Sat up readin’ in my bunk til late, then got up an’ went back to the engine room and fiddled around back there. Tried to get to sleep in my hammock, an’ that didn’t work, neither.

I finally give up and climbed down into Jayne’s bunk. Seemed mighty strange bein’ down there an’ him not with me. It ain’t like he’d mind, ‘cause he done already said I was welcome so long as I didn’t go messin’ with his stuff or tryin’ to decorate the place.

By then it was late and I was so tired, I just crawled in his bunk, pulled the covers over me and was gone. Place smells like him, ‘specially the pillow, an’ that was comfortin’. I woke up once, just long enough to realize he wasn’t next to me an’ remember why, then fell back asleep for a few more hours. When I finally did wake up, I just lay there for a while, thinkin’ about us an’ missin’ him.

Both our bunks are the same size, and I got a ton of stuff crammed into mine. He’s just got a beat up old chair, a bunch of ammo boxes, his weapons and bed. Both compartments got built-in storage for clothes and personal items, and pull-out lavs and toilets. When he’s down there, the place seems tiny, I guess cause he’s so damn big. An’ when he’s gone, it seems so awful empty.

I got on up an’ went about my business, cookin’ breakfast for folk still onboard – Wash, Simon, River an’ me. Still can’t get used to ‘Nara bein’ gone, an’ I know Cap misses her, even if they did fight all the time when she was here. I keep thinking she’d a never left if he’d just, for one minute, acted like he really wanted her to stay. Miss the preacher somethin’ awful, too. He was so clear an’ level when things went wrong, just a good person to have around. River was pretty calm, and everyone was quiet, probably thinkin’ about the others an’ wonderin’ how the job was goin’.

That night, I didn’t even bother with tryin’ to sleep in my own bed, just climbed on down into Jayne’s bunk. Ain’t never spent a lot of time just lookin around down there, ‘cause he’s usually there, too, and he’s right distractin’. Plus, just didn’t wanna seem overly nosey. He’s such a private sort.

Anyways, I stripped out of my overalls and just sat on the bed for while in my t-shirt an’ panties, takin’ time to look around.. He’s got some sort of quilt up over the framing where he stores his guns, so it ain’t so obvious there’s a whole gorram armory back there. Used to have the bulkhead up above plumb covered with pictures of nekkid women, but since we been together, he’s taken most of ‘em down. Didn’t even have to ask him. He used to leave his clothes all over, but even that’s changed and he’s better to put ‘em away after laundry or when they’re dirty. Just one more way I can tell he’s tryin’ real hard.

He don’t much read books, but he likes things with pictures, and there’s a pile of magazines by the bed an’ another over by the chair. Those are mostly gun catalogs and mercenary magazines, with a fair smatterin’ of girlie mags, some of ‘em pretty kinky. I’ve glanced at ‘em a few times and don’t know quite what I think about some of that stuff, although I gotta admit I wonder what it’d be like if he was to try it on me.

Two days and I’s already missin’ him somethin’ fierce, plus I was frettin’ ‘cause they ain’t called in. Kept on workin’ and doin’ my best to stay busy, wear myself out so’s I could sleep at night. That night, when they still weren’t back, we all admitted over supper we were getting concerned. But Wash reminded us that Cap had said to sit tight through Friday. Simon suggested we play a game to keep our minds off worryin’, so we all had a mug, ‘cept for River, an sat up late playin’ Tall Card. I guess the stress and trouble sleepin’ on top of that homebrew got to me, an’ by 2200 hours, I bid out and headed off to bed.

Got down the rungs into Jayne’s bunk and all of a sudden it really hit me how scared I was feelin’ an’ how much I was missin’ him. It was a little chilly down there without that overgrown furnace of a man to snuggle up next to, so after I undressed, I grabbed one of his t-shirts off the back of his chair and put it on, then climbed into bed. I don’t even remember when my head hit the pillow…

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I struggle through blackness, thick as cold molasses, my dreams filled with fragmented images an’ scattered voices as I toss an’ shift. The leering dark face of Jubal Early melts into the kind image of Shepherd Book. My hands an’ feet are bound an’ I watch as strangers gut Serenity, my throat choked with tears. I try to cry out an’ can’t.

River’s delicate features become Simon’s an’ he pleads with me, “Why couldn’t you give us more time?” I reach toward him to tell him I’m sorry, but he turns away.

My hands are wet with Tracy’s blood as I hand the recorder to his ma, an’ even the snow that falls turns red, as red as the silks that cascaded over Inara’s bed and draped her shuttle. I look down at my belly in dumb wonderment as red blossoms there, too, and Jayne scoops me up and heads for the infirmary. He places me gently on the bed in the med bay and I fall backward into blackness as Simon injects the sedative into my arm.

Mute darkness opens to dizzying confusion. I'm hangin’ from the wench capstan way up in the highest part a the cargo bay, my hands wet with sweat and slipping from their grip. I shiver with cold, scramble to hang on and tumble head over heels into the void.

Large, powerful arms draw me close to a wall of solid heat that supports me.

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“Kaylee, darlin’, it’s me. Wake up, gal. You’re havin’ a nightmare.”

Jayne’s big hands cradle me against the mass of his chest as I swim upwards to consciousness. My eyes flutter open and in the dim light I see his face, brow an’ mouth knotted in concern. He gives me a little smile of relief and kisses my forehead softly.

“You okay?”

“Better now you’re back.” Sweet Buddha, it’s good to see him.

I glance around and can see his gear is set down on the deck where he dropped it when he first come down the ladder. He’s still in his jacket and clothes, sittin’ on the edge of the bed. Guess I musta been makin’ a fuss in my sleep. I yawn an’ rub my eyes.

“How’d the job go? You was awful late and we were…”

“I know. We done good to make it back.” He stands up and slips off his jacket and lays it over the back of the chair. It’s then I can see how tired he is. He sits down and unbuckles his gaiters and then slips off his boots and socks, talkin’ as he undresses.

“We done the job, but the damn fool cashier decided to play hero and pulled a gun just as we was leavin’. Zo caught a bullet in the shoulder, an’ I was all fer killin’ the sonuvabitch, but Mal just wanted to hightail it outta there.”

He stands and strips outta his t-shirt and pitches it in the general direction of the chair, then unzips his pants. “I guess the fella hit an alarm, ‘cause all hell broke loose and we was stuck layin’ low ‘til we could get back to the shuttle. Didn’t dare call in, for fear they was monitorin’ the comm frequencies.”

I push myself upright in bed, the covers pooling around my waist. “Is Zoë ok?”

Jayne shucks off his pants an’ shorts and tosses ‘em over the chair. Seein’ him nekkid is always a wonderment.

“Yeah. The doc says it was pretty superficial. Couldda been a lot worse.” He runs his hand through his hair and scratches at the back of his neck. “We was lucky.”

He pauses for a minute an’ just stands there, starin’ at me, his head tilted to one side and a slow, wicked grin creepin’ cross that swai face a his.

“That there bunk sure looks a lot more invitin’ with you decoratin’ it like that.”

I feel my face heat up. Even when I’m dressed, that man’s got a way a lookin’ at me makes me feel naked as a jaybird.

I wrap my arms around my knees. “Hope you don’t mind me sleepin’ down here, or swipin’ your shirt. I was missin’ ya and it was the only way I could git to sleep.”

He chuckles and holds out a big hand. “Yer welcome in my bunk, but gimme back the shirt. Yer gonna stretch it out in all the wrong places.”

Now this ain’t so, ‘cause I ain’t all that big and his shirt’s huge. ‘Sides, I know what he’s goin’ for, so I slip it off over m’head and hand it to ‘im. The compartment’s chilly and I can feel my nipples perkin’ up. He’s watchin’ an’ enjoyin’ the show.

“Wearin’ anythin’ else a mine?” he asks.

“Nope, an’ I’m about to freeze, so how’s about getting’ your big, warm self in here with me, ma shang?”

I lift up the covers and scoot over so he can climb in beside me. He slides one a them big ol’ arms under me and rolls me up snug against him, my head restin’ on his shoulder and the hot bulk of his body sorta folded around me. The hair on his chest is soft and tickles my cheek as he nuzzles against me.

Lord, it’s good to have him back. A deep breath and I fill myself with his smell: gunpowder an’ good honest sweat. I trail my hand down his side, brushin’ over a scar at his ribs and on down to cup his hipbone.

He inhales sharply. “Mmmm.” I can feel him start to swell against my thigh, and he nibbles at my ear.

“Thought you was beat, old man,” I tease him.

He pinches my nipple playfully. “May be old, but I ain’t dead.” He shifts slightly and presses his hardness more firmly against me. Them steely blue eyes of his twinkle in the dim light and he grins. “An’ even if I was dead, you could raise me.” As if to emphasize the obvious point, he grinds himself against me and I shiver.

“You still cold, babygirl?” he asks, his voice soft and deep beside my ear.

“Nope.” I shift his free hand to my nethers. “I’m heatin’ up fast.” His fingers slip into my wetness and I gasp with delight.

“So I c’n tell.”

He bends his mouth to the angle of my neck, worrying it with his tongue and lips, then nibbles his way up my jaw and on to my mouth. When he presses his full lips to mine, I can’t help but open to his tongue, flickerin’ back with my own. Jayne kisses like he does most everything, with a sort of intensity an’ total focus, as if what he’s doin’ is the only thing in the world and he’s got forever to do it. I’ve never had a man kiss me the way he does. Don’t matter if it’s gentle an’ tender or like he’s gonna devour me. He just does it with his whole bein’ and I’d swear, there’s times he near ‘bout makes me come, just kissin’.

I whine in my throat, ‘cause I can’t help it, and rake my nails down the long sweep of his back, grabbin’ at the hard, muscular curves of his ass and pulling him tighter against me. He breaks the kiss an’ groans, and I can feel his diao throb in response. He brings the hand that’s been teasin’ me up and stuffs his sticky fingers into my mouth so that I taste myself. I suck on ‘em, just ‘cause I know how he’ll react.

“Ai ya, you’re so ruttin’ hot…” he growls.

“Ain’t th’ only one,” I pant as he cups my breast and begins to tease and nibble at it until I’m squirmin’.

Man mightta been tired after the job, but it’s pretty much a given he’s gonna want a hard, hot tussle once he’s back. Guess it’s as good a way as any to blow off some steam, an’ I ain’t about to complain. Was a time he’d crawl in a whisky bottle, or pay fer a trim if we was dirt-side. But that’s back when and nowadays, he more likely to jump me when he needs to wind down.

I’m finally good’n awake. The sweet achin’ hunger I been feelin’ the past few days sweeps over me an’ I feel it buildin’ in my core, just like Serenity’s main engine spinnin’ up. There’s times we take it long an’ slow, but this ain’t gonna be one of ‘em.

His thumb and fingers hold my jaw as he pushes himself back up and starts kissin’ me again. Just little nips and licks at first, the rough edge of his thumb rasping gently against my bottom lip until I think I’ll lose my mind. I can feel the bloodheat that radiates from his cock as he strokes himself against my hip and his other hand’s doing something outrageous with my nipple that resonates all through me.

I feel the wetness from my nethers pooling between my thighs and reach between us to wrap my hand as far as it will go around his shaft. He hisses and his kisses grow more passionate. I stroke him long an’ slow, slidin’ my hand from the coarse hair curling at his root all the way up and over the head of his diao.

He’s already slick from the pre-come he’s leakin’. I can feel it up my thigh an’ side. He groans when I run my thumb over the sensitive opening, thrusting into my grip.

“You sweet gorram darlin’,” he murmurs against my throat, his voice thick and dark. “Fuck, that feels good.”

His mouth’s on me again and I feel the sting as he sucks hard on my shoulder. He’ll leave a bruise. He always does. It’s like his way of markin’ territory.

He reaches back down and slips his long, thick fingers into me and I can’t help cryin’ out, archin’ to him as he works them in and out, his thumb stirrin’ circles over my swellin’ clit. I’m strugglin’ beneath him, panting and whimperin’ with the intensity of the sensations, and suddenly it’s like a star goes nova in me and I cry out, a long shudderin’ wail.

“That’s it, babygirl -- sing for me! God, I love that sound.” He stills his hand to feel me clenching on his fingers, and I can see the desire glittering hard and bright in his eyes. Jayne raises himself effortlessly over me as I turn and slip beneath him.

“You want ‘im?” he prompts.

I nod, almost afraid to speak, I’m so turned on. All those wasted months moonin’ over Simon never got me this.

“Say it.” He lowers himself close enough to barely tease me with the tip of his cock, the hot, slick flesh nudging my own.

“Jayne…” I whimper.

“Say it, Kaylee," he orders. “Tell me what you want or I’ll make you beg.”

He would, too.

Good thing his bunk’s dark enough he can’t see the flush burnin’ in my cheeks. “Wo yu wang ni, bao bei.” I whisper. “Luo wo hao. Oh God, Jayne, just fuck me.”

He grins down at me, savoring my abandon. “That’s my girl…”

His hips shift and he’s buried in my core, his diao filling me like no other man I ever laid with. “Is that enough?”

I moan and he presses in harder, nudging my cervix. “How ‘bout now?”

I dig my hands into the stony muscles of his upper back and wrap my legs around his hips. “Just move, damnit, “ I manage to hiss out.

He arches one eyebrow and chuckles. “My bunk, my rules, babygirl. You ask nice, now.” He’s just barely shiftin’ his hips, the tiny movement maddening but not enough.

I grab hold of those huge arms and pull my face up closer to his. “Jayne, sweetie, play nice. Please stop teasin’ me.”

He pushes himself up on hands and toes and looks down between us at his glistening penis. “Well, you ol’ monster, she done said ‘please’. ‘Suppose that’s nice enough?” he asks himself.

I can’t help giggling. It ain’t often I seen a nekkid mercenary talking to his dick.

Jayne snickers, too, and finally starts to move within me, alternately teasing my clit and thrustin’ himself in far as he can go. The contrast is overwhelmin’, to say the least. Ain’t long until he’s worked up to a fair gallop. His bunk’s squeekin’ away an’ all 'the Girls' are rattlin’ on their mounts, he’s breathin’ hard and I’m just mewin’ and hangin’ on for dear love.

The sweet sensation of him slidin’ in an’ out of me finally becomes more than I can handle and he can feel how close I am. He drives himself in as deep as he can and I come, hard and shaking, cryin’ out loud enough I know the others had to a heard me.

Jayne’s still for just a moment, strugglin’ to maintain’ control, an’ then he loses the battle. His eyes flare dark, the way they do when he’s mad or about to come and I feel his hot wetness burst deep in me. “Wuo de ma…” he groans and throws his head back, his eyes falling closed. “Uuugh… uh… fuck, yeah…” he grunts out, thrustin’ hard until he slumps limply on top of me.

I wrap my arms around him and tenderly kiss his head, an’ he shifts a little to ease his weight on me. He’s a damn big man an’ I can’t take him like that for long. Both our hearts are beatin’ doubletime and the sweet relief of havin’ him back an’ safe washes over me.

He gently pulls himself loose from me and shifts onto his back beside me. I roll onto my side and nestle into the hollow of his shoulder as he wraps one long arm around me and pulls me close. “Mmmm…” he sighs deeply. “Ya know somethin', babygirl? You’re the best thing ever happened to me. I mean it. I’d do anythin’ for ya.”

I rest my hand over his still-pounding heart an’ smile. “Ya would?”

“Yup…”

“Bunk’s mighty wet over here. How’s about tradin’ sides an’ lettin me sleep next to ‘the Girls’?”

He rears up on his elbow and looks down at me like I just suggested somethin’ sacrilegious. “You know don’t nobody sleep next ta ‘the Girls’ but me, Kaylee!”

“But Jayne… you said…”

“Don’t matter what I said. My bunk, my rules.”

He kisses me smartly and pulls the covers close around us. “Now hush up an’ let’s git some sleep afore daybreak.”

I burrow into the warmth of his body and hear him whisper, ever so faintly, just as I slide into sleep, “I love ya, darlin’.”

The End

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