There was a big difference between giving some and getting some. Nobody knew this difference better than Inara Serra.

No matter how choice the client it always left her feeling cheated somehow, as if it wasn’t enough. No where did she feel it more, then looking at Jayne. Jayne who was an idiot and a drunk, Jayne who was really no better then a pig in a sty. But still just looking at the man got her to thinking about really ‘getting some’ as Kaylee would say.

It was the part of her that hated being the Companion all the time, always having composure, always pleasing everybody else, that part of her wanted Jayne.

*****

It was during dinner that she’d been thinking those thoughts, those ‘getting some, not giving some’ thoughts. Looking over at him, sipping her sake, in her head she drifted back to her shuttle.

Inara never imagined them on her bed. It was always on the floor or the pilots chair, never anything as formal as a bed. He’d push open her ladylike thighs, no ‘pleases’ or treating her as if she would break from use. Just Jayne giving her some and she, Inara Serra, would be getting it for all it was worth.

She imagined his mouth on her breasts, between her legs (“down there” as most men called it), making her moan and getting her inside slick and ready. Then he’d-

Inara realized Jayne was looking right at her, a naughty look oh his face, as if he could hear her every thought. She rolled her eyes primly at him and looked away, over to Kaylee.

“’Nara, what are you thinkin on?” Mal asked, mischievously.

“What? N-Nothing!” the Companion stammered. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, you’re bright red. Just blushing all over.”

‘That’s just what I’m doing,’ Inara thought, stealing a quick look at Jayne. ‘Blushing all over.’