THE TWO COMPANIONS PART VI (In which our hero, Jorge, settles some old affairs, honors some old traditions and pulls off the hat trick with Serenity's lovely ladies in our little ship on the edge of the black.)

As Serenity climbed out of the ionosphere of New Kashmir, River was idly singing Mera Joota Hai Japani from an old Bollywood rasta about leaving while she danced in the pilot’s seat and calculated atmospheric drift, relative velocities and trajectories to their next destination. However the majority of her brain was devoted to analysis of the complex emotions she had observed in the two couples in Inara's shuttle yesterday. That was a puzzle worthy of her attention.

Mal looked on in bemusement and then drifted down into the galley thinking _ “She’s going to outgrow this boat someday and I’m going to need a new pilot.”_

Jorge had just come up from the hold where he had been leading a capoeira session. Even Jayne and Zoe were learning the fundamentals after Jorge explained that it had been invented by a people who were in chains and that it could even be used if you were in handcuffs. Jayne figured that it could be a useful job skill and Zoe just wanted an excuse to kick Jayne's butt. Taking a seat beside Jorge, Mal inquired “You ever want to be a pilot, Jorge?”

“You mean besides a shuttle? Well when I was a kid, I always figured I’d end up a ship's pilot. My Ma was a pilot and I think my Pa was one too.” Mal queried “You think your Pa was a pilot?”

“Yeah” Jorge responded “'cause intra-crew procreation sex was always prohibited due to inbreeding fears. The mother’s usually knew but occasional ship meet-ups were often multi-day free-for-alls so that alliances could be maintained between ships without jealousy rearing its ugly head. Kids were never told their dad's name. Pilots and mechanics usually got first crack at using the engine room and that’s where My Ma told me I got started and I know that she had a weakness for other pilots.” “Huh.” Mal responded.

“Property and rank always got handed down from Mother to Daughter and my only hope of an officer’s berth was to become a pilot. However, as a kid, what I did was hang around with the cook and the loaders and mechanics where I could make myself feel useful. I felt that men were mostly for muscle and in a fight if necessary. Decision making was a female prerogative. Those old ramrod officer women always intimidated me and I didn’t like being up in Officer Country. I probably wasn’t cut out to be one anyway.”

“Yeah,” Mal replied “I felt the same way about officers and that's why I didn't become one either. But what you say about female inheritance and tradition got me to thinking. My ma came from a ship's crew family and Reynolds was her and my grandma's name. I always thought that the reason I didn't know my Pa's or Grandpa's name was cause my Ma and Grandma got taken advantage of and abandoned. And I always thought that my sister inherited the ranch on Shadow cause I ran off and joined the Independents. But If what you say is true of ship's family traditions, I didn't run away from any responsibility. I just avoided being a ranch hand for my sister.” Mal continued “And take Zoe: her ma was a captain but she was the sixth daughter and there was no way she could inherit anything and all her older sisters just used to boss her around. At least with me, she only has one boss, plus if I get kilt, she gets the boat.”

Jorge laughed “Welcome to the world of the super-numeraries. I guess we're both soldiers of fortune for the same reason. But look at it from a female point of view: why would a woman who worked hard all her life on a ranch or a ship want to turn it over to some Hun-dan just because he consented to be the father of her children?”

As Mal sat lost in thought, Jorge continued. “You know that a woman can be just as fond of her freedom and her self-possession as a man. Just because she falls in love doesn't dictate that she has to stop being herself or give up everything she is to being somebody's 'helpmate'. Even if they have a kid, they don't become the property of some man. What happened at the Heart of Gold should have taught you that.

“Oh, you heard about that, huh?” Mal responded.

“Yeah, that has become a favorite story among companions. You're big damn heroes with them and other sex workers.” Jorge continued.

“Great, now I'm a hero among wh...” his voice trailed off as Mal remembered who he was talking to.

“Careful now, I can hurt you” Jorge quietly remarked.

Mal relaxed when he realized that Jorge was only kidding. “I'm sorry. I'm just starting to realize that being a companion isn't about selling your body to the highest bidder.”

“That's right, Mal, what's being sold is skill, insight, knowledge, expertise and understanding. The fact that the body is involved is no different from an actor, dancer, surgeon or even a soldier.”

Mal grinned “Yeah, when we got paid, it was for putting our asses on the line and for making sure our asses stayed where they were supposed to be when things went south. When you put it that way, being a companion is just as respectable as anything I've ever done and probably more respectable than a lot of things I've done.”

Another thought crossed Mal's mind. “Say, you wouldn't be speaking in the interest of a certain female companion, would you?”

Jorge threw up his hands. “Actually, Im speaking against the expressed wishes of a certain female companion and I don't want her to find out about it. Besides, as hard headed as you both are you probably deserve each other.” Suddenly sober he continued “Mal,trust me, she really does love you and as her friend, I want her to be happy. I think you're a good man and I sense from the way you look at her that you are just as much in love. Anyway, if you bring her pain, I'll just track you down and shoot you.”

“Shoot me?”

“Yes, you know, politely.”

Mal and Jorge both laughed and Jorge continued “But seriously, you and Inara have been my saviors and I owe you at least dinner. I have enough food that I liberated from my cousins to fix a meal for both of you. If I fix it for the crew, Jayne will just eat most of it without even noticing anything about it.”

“Ok, given that line of reasoning,” Mal replied “If Inara accepts, so will I.”

Inara accepted with some misgivings after Jorge asked her to accept the meal as his parting gift and begged her to give Mal a chance if he could be on his best behavior. Jorge began to prepare for the meal. The next evening, ship's time, Jorge escorted Mal to Inara's shuttle where she greeted them dressed in a very fine kimono bound with an ornate obi around her waist. She served them both with tea and had them remove their shoes and socks prior to washing their feet. Jorge then taught Malcolm how to wash Inara's feet. When Mal remarked on her long graceful toes, Jorge and Inara looked at each other. When Jorge started to speak, Inara interjected “It's my story, I'll tell it.”

“Prior to leaving Earth-that-was my family were miners in the astroid belt before the invention of the gravity drive or generators: real old school rocket prospectors. Because what we did was considered highly valuable to society, we were given one of the last gene-mod permits before they became totally illegal. The mod allowed us to grip with our toes in micro-gee when we needed both hands. The mod bred true and all my family have long toes. In fact my nickname was stub-toe because everyone else had much longer toes. It was said that my great aunt would dial down the grav in her room and hang from the ceiling to sleep. She claimed that it improved her posture”

Mal looked at her to tell if she was pulling his leg but then decided to play along. “I always wondered about those sharp little canine teeth of yours. Hey, let go of my thumb with those toes!”

Jorge just grinned and handed Mal the towel to dry off her feet. “We are all equals now. Let me pour you some fruit juice batidas and then I'll get the food from the galley.” Jorge brought back a beautiful seafood vapata and moquia that he had spent all afternoon and a great deal of saffron and other aphrodisiacs in it's skillful preparation. As Jorge shared the the meal, he kept them well lubricated with cachaca and rum. He also kept the conversation light but kept praising Inara's beauty until he actually had her blushing.

When Jorge started to feel his own arousal he judged that it was time to withdraw and he bid them both good night, placing a do not disturb sign on the hatch to Inara's shuttle. Feeling slightly uncomfortable in the absence of his 'wingman' and anxious not to say the wrong thing and screw up once again, Mal decided to complement Inara on the job of redecorating that she and Kaylee had done on her shuttle.

“Thank you Malcolm, especially after you made a special trip to get my things back on Bena. It's not easy living out of a trunk, even if I'm not entertaining clients.”

“I was glad to be of assistance but I'm real sorry that the mess I got you into ruined your reputation with your upper class clientele. I realize now that you probably had to work pretty hard to develop your client base.” Mal apologized.

“Mal, My client base turned out to be as fickle and undependable as the petty criminals who made up yours. I never told you this but I did not come from wealth. I was not royalty descended from a priest or priestess. My family were as hard working as yours and even though I enjoy the finer things in life, I can live without them. Right now I am enjoying dealing with people who have to work for a living. I don't see it as as a step down but more like a breath of fresh air.” Inara continued “As the saying goes, a door doesn't close without another opening somewhere else. At least now your reputation is 'solid' as Niska put it and people see you as someone who can get the job done no matter what. I just hope that your reputation of having a conscience doesn't get in the way of your client's general lack of one.”

Mal grinned at the backhanded compliment. “I bet you say that to all the fellas.”

“No, Mal I don't and at least I think it's time to be honest with each other. It's just you and me in here. You've never been my client and after Miranda I'm not really your tenant anymore. I chip in to help keep this boat in the air and I'm as much a part of this crew as anybody else. We've faced death, hardship and hard times not to mention thieves, thugs, con-artists, psychotics and cannibals. You don't own me and I don't own you, we're pardners.”

Mal replied “Careful now, you don't want to be putting yourself in the same category as Jayne if you call yourself crew. But,... well yes, I guess we are business associates and pardners in a way.”

Inara answered “Mal, I believe the term is criminal co-conspirators.”

Mal smiled “And I do believe that you are the most beautiful criminal I've ever conspired with.”

“Why Malcolm, I think that is the nicest thing you've ever said to me.”

“Try not to faint, occasionally I do say the right thing.”

“And you should stop while you're ahead.” Inara leaned forward to begin what became a very passionate kiss. When his hands started to roam, she stood and unwrapped her obi and let it fall to the floor. Her kimono hung open, revealing an expanse of skin along her left side and a gaping darkness between her hip and the garment. As he stared into that looming darkness that defined her waist, the awareness came to both of them that if he reached into that darkness to pull her to himself, everything would be different. The 'verse would change for both of them. As Mal looked up into her eyes, Inara spoke “Mal, when we were trapped in that horrible vault at Mr. Universe's I vowed that if I ever survived I would never be afraid again. I also vowed that if you came back alive I would never be afraid to express my feelings for you.”

Mal's eyebrows came up “What do you have to be afraid of?” he asked without thinking.

The corners of Inara's eyes crinkled she smiled in bemusement and remarked off-handily “Well, Jorge did promise to come back and shoot me if I screwed this up.”

“You too? How well does he shoot?”

“Wings off a fly, Mal.” She joked.

“We better do it right then.” as he reached into her kimono to pull her close into a mutually hungry kiss.

Both their hands were busy, his with exploring the beautiful mystery of the woman he had wanted so long and hers with unbuttoning his shirt and exploring his chest. When she was pushing his suspenders off his shoulders, Mal felt her unbuttoning his pants and looked down in astonishment to see her toes nimbly releasing and then stroking his manhood.

When he looked up in astonishment, Inara's eyes were laughing. “Malcolm, you are so attractive when you're speechless.” She then urged him to his feet and started kissing again while removing his shirt and he followed suit with her kimono. Inara pulled him close with her arms around his neck. As she lifted one leg to wrap around his waist her big toe grasped the waistband of his tight pants and she shucked him like an ear of corn. Suddenly, both of them were as God (or their mothers) made them.

Malcolm grinned at her “You're pretty handy with those toes of yours, aren't ya?”

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Inara grinned back “Captain sans pants, you truly have no idea.” and hooked his knee from behind with her ankle. They both tumbled into the bed which quickly became the setting for a mutual carnal devouring. The white-hot passion fueled by pent up desire more than made up for the lack of finesse. Still, he managed to hold himself back until she peaked before joining her in a wild bucking climax.

“Wo-cao Inara...I've broken wild horses that were tamer than that ride.” She just purred in contentment and snuggled against his broad chest. He began a slow stroking of her lovely rump and legs that gradually descended into the dark mystery of silken curls that lay at the juncture of her thighs. Mal then began a careful repetition of the stroking and patterned probing that Jorge had carefully taught him earlier.

Under the influence of the aphrodisiacs and the siren song of her own nerve endings, Inara at first did not recognize the technique that her first lover perfected on her nether regions so long ago. But then the teacher in her kicked in and she snapped to the realization that this was just too good to be the product of a gifted amateur, and she at first suspected some kind of cheap trick on Mal's part. Gradually her own arousal and the grudging admiration of his grasp of the complex technique plus the inspired riffs that he brought to the composition with his tongue and lips convinced her that Mal really was worshiping the goddess at the altar of her cinnabar gate. When he finally sucked her yin di into a wavering crescendo she sailed into a soaring all-consuming orgasm that left her shivering. The realization that Mal had taken the trouble to learn and Jorge to teach made her understand that she truly was loved and that people she truly cared about cared enough to gift her with this kind of pleasure.

Unbidden tears came to her eyes and sobs of gratitude shook her frame. Mal looked up in confusion, “I wasn't that bad, was I?”

A crooked smile broke across her tear-stained face”Oh Mal!” and she pulled him up to deliver a grateful kiss which became even more passionate until she worked down his torso to engulf his rising staff of jade in her own symphony of worship to the goddess. When she rose up to impale herself on his upthrust mast, they both embarked on a mutual labor of love that left them gasping and exhausted.

Inara finally propped herself up on one elbow and asked with a grin “Oh captain, my captain... what happens next?”

It was Mal's turn to look at her in bemusement “Truly, darlin', I have no idea.”

“Good answer, Mal.”

“Uh, Inara...'

_”Oh, no here it comes.”_ she thought.

“How am I doin'? ...I mean as your lover.” Mal asked as if he really expected a truthful answer.

_”Mal, you dummy.”_ she thought _”he really does deserve this.”_ “Well Malcolm, to tell you the truth, you're really not my type. I usually prefer my lovers to be married because it makes everything less messy. But...I forgot! You are married! Or you are according to that little piece of trash that suckered you twice, left you naked and sunburnt and nearly got us all killed. What was her name, Saffron, Yolanda,.. Bridge-work?”

As Mal detected the twinkle in her eye, he realized she was yanking his chain. He rose up to pounce on her. “You little minx... I'm gonna tickle you until...”

But she was ready and spun under him so that her toes were under his armpits before he could get anywhere near her.

“Hey, no fair!” Mal cried and clamped his arms down to pin her feet. Inara held him at bay with her powerful thighs while he hung over her pressing down. As he looked at her, dressed in nothing but a healthy glow and a sheen of sweat, his gaze traveled down from her feral grin past her heaving breasts and her lightly rounded abdomen to the thicket of dark wet curls and the swollen lower lips which still gleamed with the products of their passion.

As his body responded and his face softened from mock rage to lust, Inara also responded by gradually lowering her knees to her chest so that his rising manhood met her womanhood and he entered her welcoming love channel.

“Perfect docking Captain.” she quipped.

“Permission to come aboard, Mam.”

“Permission granted, Captain.”

As he resumed a slow but powerful rocking she embraced his well muscled broad back and buttocks with caves and forearms. With a sigh and a whisper barely loud enough to hear she murmured “You're doing fine Mal...we're both doing fine.”

Meanwhile...,

Jorge had pulled out a bottle of fine old rum and was settling down to a well deserved drink in the galley. Zoe walked in and turned a chair around and straddled it to sit across the table from him. When Jorge produced a second glass and offered it to Zoe she thanked him and clinked his glass in a toast. “To the Captain and Inara getting sexed. Those two been dancin' around and snappin' at each other so long that I was considerin' gittin' em drunk and tossin' in a bunk my own self. Glad to see that you got it done up proper.” “Thanks, Zoe; but I sense that congratulating me is not all that you're about.” as Jorge poured another round of rum.

“You're right, maistre. I trust you're aware of the old ship's tradition of gettin' a shipmate sexed when they come of age?”

“Right, adult virgins are bad luck, they invite disaster.” He leaned closer and lowered his voice “I trust that this is not for Doc Tam's ears.”

“Right, now I got my share of cashy money after our last job and I know I can't afford your normal companion rates but I figured you might cut a fellow crew mate a deal and still do her up right.”

Jorge was about to reply that he would consider it an honor to do it for nothing when River stepped down from the passage to the cockpit. “Not so fast. I'm not doing it if she isn't. She needs it more than I do. She 'ain't had no lovin' since January, February, June or July'.” quoting an old song called 'Harvest Moon' and laying a tender hand on Zoe's shoulder. “She flies true but she's been banged up pretty bad. Remember Jorge, you took an oath to offer sexual healing to the sick at heart and the bereaved.”

Zoe demurred “Oh River, bao-bei, I don't know if I'm ready.”

River just cocked her head and gave Zoe one of her 'looks' as if to say “_Right, as if I couldn't read your state of mind_.” “Besides, Wash thinks it's a great idea.”

Zoe burst out laughing “That sounds like my Man. He always did want to watch.”

River leaned close to Zoe's ear. “You can't lie to me, you're as wet as the lake region of Londinium at the thought.”

“Well as a special favor to the recently departed and even though I can't afford it I'll give you my whole bonus in a package deal. Hows a bout' it Jorge? You ever been with a couple of warrior women?” Zoe queried. River leaned to Jorge's ear “I know about all those aphrodisiacs that you just had with 'Nara and the Cap. I know you'll do it for nothing and you know it too.” Jorge just looked at River “I want you for my lawyer if I ever go to trial.”

River thought for a moment. She'd gotten her PhD in Math/Physics long distance at New Niels Bohr Institute when she was sixteen. What kind of obstacle was a bar exam? “Deal, consider this my retainer fee.” and shook his hand.

“Ok, Zoe, it's all taken care of. I've set the auto-pilot and the long distance proximity alarm. I've got an agreement with Kaylee that she'll keep my brother occupied if I don't go snooping around the engine room. She has something top secret going she called the 'boomer project'”

Jorge and Zoe just looked at each other. River's eyes went wide “Oh...oh my, you're boomers! That would be why he was giving Kaylee and himself anti-contraception shots.” Zoe laughed “He'll do anything for her now since Mr. Companion here taught them how to have good sex.” and she gave Jorge a playful jab in the arm. Zoe continued “Where we gonna do all this? The spare shuttle is filled with Kaylee's spare parts since we filled up the hold with cargo.”

River answered “My room and Jorge's are out because there's no privacy in the passenger dorms. My brother or even worse: Jayne could come by. Zoe's bunk is bigger and we can lock the overhead. My brother would never think to look there.”

Zoe replied “Alright, I just cleaned up and it's presentable and I screwed enough in the trenches that I don't have any privacy issues but It's just down the passage from Jayne's bunk, aren't we gonna raise his curiosity when we all go trooping up there?”

Jorge interjected “Don't worry about him, I've got a present I've been meaning to give him that should keep him occupied for some time. You two go on ahead and I'll meet you up there.”

While they were freshening up and before Jorge arrived, Zoe asked “River, this is your night, do you want to go first?”

“No, you're my sempai and you should go first, besides human physiological responses to observation of the sex act will increase the lubrication I will need for the probable girth of Jorge's reproductive organ.”

Zoe laughed “Glad to see you got it all sussed out litl' genius-girl.”

Sometime later, River sat dressed in her usual brightly colored shift at the foot of Zoe's bed watching the other two and analyzing the butterflies she felt inside. For her whole life she had never felt anxious about what she was about to do: dance performances, piano recitals, final exams and thesis defenses had just filled her with confidence in her own competence. Why did this simple act fill her with the same emotion she felt on Christmas eve when she was a child? She had watched Zoe and Jorge's calm acceptance and appreciation of each other and even though they were both aroused, they still took care not to rush.

Zoe wanted to prolong the moment as long as possible and Jorge was motivated by professional pride in his craft. She decided to focus on their emotions and found that they too were anxious about what they were doing. Zoe was struggling with her deep-seated longings and grief for Wash and the powerful arousal she was feeling for the large black male she was presently straddling and grinding her pelvis against and on whom she impaled herself repeatedly and with increasing frequency.

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Jorge was filled with the same kind of anxiety that he felt when presenting a well crafted meal to an unknown palate and whose emotional volatility was unknown because of her too long suppression of her own grief. Of course he was also aroused from the aphrodisiacs and it didn't help that purely by chance Zoe resembled in both facial characteristics and pheromones the mother that he had tragically lost so long ago. When they both finally surrendered to the moment and focused on the mutual sensory experience, their emotions and actions came together like a beautifully executed duet or a balletic pas-deux. To River's eyes, the climax was beautifully poetic and the tender way they supported each other afterward almost caused her to leap to her feet with cries of bravo and clapping. However, Zoe's tears and convulsive sobbing drove her to scramble up onto the bed to comfort her friend. Both Jorge and River hugged and comforted Zoe as the carefully crafted facade and dam that she had constructed around her own grief crumbled and the pent up despair flowed out into the sheltering arms of the friends that surrounded her. Jorge held her and stroked her long curls while River kissed the tears on her cheeks and chin. Suddenly River put her lips to Zoe's and delivered a long and sensual kiss and whispered “Wash wanted me to do that, He loves you very much and he thinks you are hot as hell.” Then she turned to Jorge “Wash wants me to thank you too and he thinks you did a wonderful job even with your limited equipment.”

Jorge looked puzzled and Zoe burst out laughing. Addressing the air above her head she admonished “Honey, it's impolite to brag in front of guests about your endowment but I love you too anyway.” To Jorge she said “Don't mind him, You did great maistre, and thanks for the tumble. Guess I'll head down to the galley and give you two some privacy.”

River put a hand to Zoe's shoulder “No sempai, I want you to stay. I watched you make something beautiful, I want you to watch me make something beautiful too.”

Rising and stepping over Zoe's supine form she stood in front of Jorge between his bent knees. Bending from the waist she lowered her face to examine his spent manhood. She hefted and examined it and ran her hand down it's slippery length and then lifted her fingers to taste the product of Jorge and Zoe's passion. “So different on my own than on other people's tongues. Ergo, I need to gain my own experience in life and not just live vicariously in other minds.”

River then reached over to the nightstand for Jorge's rum and took a large swig, exhaled violently and then inhaled before grabbing the hem of her dress and pulling it off over her head to reveal both her lack of underwear and her trim and nubile young body. She was pleased to sense the admiring gaze of her two bed-mates. She knelt in front of Jorge “First things first.” and she leaned forward to give a long and lingering kiss to his large, soft lips. “I, like my brother am a traditionalist. First kiss before first fornication.” then she lowered her head to lick and suck on Jorge's tool thinking _”If Kaylee can handle this big old black doorknocker, so can I.”_ Gradually, the taste and feel of the stiffening male organ in her mouth plus his pheromones began to further arouse her. While having him completely at her mercy she was able to arouse him which further excited her.

When Jorge sat up to reach down behind her thigh to pull her towards himself. She looked up “Isn't this the school solution to reset the male sexual response?”

“Yes, but part of my arousal involves my ability to enjoy your sex too.” Jorge gently suggested.

“Oh!” River said “I forgot that you can enjoy my erectile tissue as much as I do yours; Sorry.” and wiggled her pretty little rump around to face him and then lifted her thigh to straddle his chest and then lowered her sex onto his sensual and talented lips and tongue. “Oh...OH... yes! Now I'm really sorry that that I didn't do this before.” and she resumed her role as felatrix. She quickly lost all thought of being in control as he plied his specialty on her dark haired mound of venus, inner thighs, swollen forbidden folds and her increasingly prominent yin di.

What was even more arousing were the strong carnal images and emotions that came out of Jorge's subconscious to her own combined with the feedback loop that was developing between River's mouth, Jorge's lingam, his arousal and her own mounting excitement emanating from her own cinnabar gate. Lacking the normal filters that most people have to sort their personal experience out of the chaos of sensory data that bombards their conscious mind, River felt as if she was trying to swim into a torrent and that she was drowning. She knew this road and she hated and feared it. Only the fact that she had observed Jorge and Zoe letting go earlier of their personal struggles saved her. In addition, Jorge was mentally urging her to let go as he pushed his tongue into her.

As she stopped fighting and turned to swim with the torrent she was suddenly weightless and soaring in ecstasy. She was no one and she was everyone, she was the ship and the universe surrounding it, she was nowhere. Joyous oblivion beckoned. When she came back to consciousness, she turned herself around to kiss Jorge and found that she had drenched Jorge”s smiling face in her own essence.

“Do you like how you taste, River? 'Cause I think you're great!” Jorge exclaimed.

“Hmm... I may be low in potassium.” She joked “But I'm glad to see that I taste as wonderful as you and Zoe. And by the way, that was fantastic, well worth my retainer fee.”

“River, that was just the hors 'd orderves, the main course is just coming up.” and as if to emphasize his point, his lingam rose up to softly smack her red, wet bottom. She grinned at him and reaching behind her, she pulled him up between her cheeks to rub the length of him against her now slick and shining lower lips.

“She understands but doesn't comprehend. I'm just starting to comprehend that what goes on with my body pales in comparison with what goes on in my head.” River remarked.

“As the companion manual states on the first page:...” Jorge began.

“The brain is the most important sexual organ” River completed “but not necessarily the most fun one.” as she grasped Jorge's black 'birinbau' and rose up to begin working him into herself. She winced momentarily but then slid about halfway down until girth and depth stopped her progress. “Unh... female reproductive physiology is considered both mailable and mutable.” She remarked and attempted to press herself downward with her face reddening.

“Unh...River, bao-bei, it's easier this way.” and Jorge grasped her hips in his strong black hands to lift her up until just the glans was still inside her and then gently lower and raise River a couple of inches at a time for several repetitions. He then lowered her until her progress stopped again but this time much further down the shaft.

“Oh...oh! That's good. I get it, absence makes the heart grow fonder, in this case the heart of my yoni is more and more fond of your lingam.” River sighed as she rose up to repeat the previous actions. After a short time, she was impaling herself the length of him and rocking back and forth on his pubic bone.

This time, River didn't even bother to try to preserve her 'self' as she felt the feedback loop start to build between Jorge's and her own arousal. This was dance and she understood dance: You became one with the music and your pardner and everything around yourself. And what a pardner she had in Jorge, this was his dance, his art and his craft. River was so happy to have such a dance pardner with whom she could abandon herself in safety and trust. Jorge's strong empath skills responded to her emotions and brought him to the same soaring realization that this was something truly unique. As the tempo of the dance increased, River began to realize that Jorge was also taken up in the spirit of the dance and was actually engaged in a type of worship that celebrated their joint carnality and spirituality. Instead of rejecting the notion, she came to realize that he was worshiping the goddess in both of them and so was she. Unbidden, Schiller's 'Ode to Joy set to Beethoven's Sixth symphony soared in both their heads. At their peak, a golden epiphany descended on both of them so that their climax was almost a hymn and a prayer that left them both shaken and grateful as they clutched at each other drenched in joy and sweat. [URL=http://www.dumparump.com/view.php?id=I5s4mSy][IMG]http://thumb.dumparump.com/313/I5s4mSy.jpg[/IMG][/URL]

River never felt clearer or more healed. All of her brother's bravery, care and medicine had gotten her to this point, but it was her own letting go and embracing the universe with Jorge's help that made her whole. Her own future stretched out in front of her with it's branching possibilities and probability nodes. She was amazed to observe how strongly her probable fates looped and twined with those of the people beside her.

For his part, Jorge was just grateful to have found such a pardner and it made the pain and deprivation of the past months worthwhile and he too felt healed and complete. After years of striving to commune with the Goddess, to have achieved his goal was truly amazing for he was a true believer and he finally felt peace within. River turned her gaze on Zoe to find tears streaming down her face. Zoe sobbed “My little mei-mei all growed up into a big strong woman. I'm so proud.”

“Oh Zoe, I'll always be your mei-mei.” River moved off of Jorge to hug Zoe and began to kiss away the tears. When the kisses became more insistent and her lips found Zoe's there was a passionate response of lips and tongue only to have Zoe finally pull back and stare at her with wide open eyes. “Zoe, It's OK for me to want you, sexual orientation experimentation is very common in the young; you remember.” Suddenly a parade of soldiers: young men and women friends and lovers stepped out of Zoe's memory in a long procession ending with Wash. All of them gone leaving big holes in Zoe. Tears started to flow again and River pulled her close. “Zoe... Zoe it's OK, they were all glad that you were in their lives and they are all glad that you are still strong and flying true. I'll never leave you. In fact...” she leaned in close to whisper “We're gonna have babies together!” Zoe looked at her in alarm, wondering if she were having another 'episode'. River continued to whisper “No, silly, not now but in a couple of years when I represent...” and she shifted her eyes to indicate the bliss-ed out male in back of her. “He'll be so grateful when I get him exonerated and before he becomes head priest he'll agree to contract for breeding both of us. With his linage and prestige, our children will have access to every level of society and we will be the foundation of a 'verse'-wide shipping line. But we've got a lot of hard work to do to get ourselves and this boat ready. We have both a nursery and a matriarchy to build. ”

Zoe whispered back “And you can see all this?”

River answered “I'm reading the probabilities and I'm seeing a confidence level of... 97.9% on this one. Of course there is the outside chance that one of us is gonna end up marrying Jayne and moving back with him to live naked with his momma and get fat with ten kids.”

Zoe laughed out loud and kissed River. The kiss became passionate and their hands began to explore the bodies so much like their own but so different. Gradually, their sex play attracted the attention of Jorge and his arousal caused River to reach behind and pull Jorge towards her back. Zoe assisted in his re-entry and she continued to fondle and stroke their joining as River explored Zoe's cinnabar gate and they all resumed their worship of the goddess.

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In the middle of this gentle reciprocal shared horizontal dance, River became aware that she was gonna be an aunt to Serenity’s first boomer and she was filled with such warm joy that she felt like singing. Mal was wrong, she wasn't gonna outgrow this boat, This boat was gonna grow around her. An old boomer lullaby based on the ancient poet Dylan came into her mind and she began to sing: “Rock me Poppa like I got no bone, rock me Momma 'till the cows come home.”

Jorge and Zoe joined in:

“Rock me Poppa by the pale moonlight, rock me Momma 'till the broad daylight. Oh, rock me Momma.”

And so our little ship on the edge of the black sailed on with it's crew of happy lovers. “And what of Jayne?” you might ask, oh gentle reader. Well, he was quite busy with the hacked records provided to him by the former head of security for house Madarassa: the training 'captures' of a certain discredited former companion-in-training known to the crew as Saffron or Yolanda or Bridget or simply as our Mrs. Reynolds.

On Serenity’s bridge, the specter of the former pilot sat down in his former seat to gaze out at his beloved stars and to light up the specters of cigars with the specter of a former Sheppard and together they began to sing to his plastic dinosaurs:

“Oh rock me Momma like a wagon wheel, rock me anyway you feel, Oh rock me Momma like the wind and the rain, rock me like a southbound train. Oh, rock me Momma.” FIN