Title: Too Much Pretty

Author: hisgoodgirl

Rating: NC-17

Characters: Jayne, Inara, The Councilor and assorted crewmmbers

Pairing: Inara and the Councilor (slash), Jayne and his right hand, I/C/J

Warning: Profanity, Masturbation, Girlsex

Spoilers/Timeline: Set during “War Stories”

Disclaimer: Not mine, although I sure wish they were. No money changed hands.

Word Count: 3,524

Author's Note: Written by special request as my half of a trade with Ladytalon1 and originally posted in my LiveJournal. Thanks to bigbadman for his services as a “technical consultant.”

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Too Much Pretty

“Guess I better wash some clothes soon, ‘less’n I can talk li’l Kaylee into doin’ em for me. I’m ‘bout outta shirts ain't been worn three or four times.”

Jayne bent and gathered up the armful of laundry scattered across the deck of his compartment and tossed it onto the bed. They’d be landing on Ezra soon to follow up on a deal Mal had made with a fellow named Bolles for the sale of the drugs they’d snagged on Ariel. It had been awhile and Cobb was hoping to get some trim after he’d been paid his share.

The big mercenary had just stepped off his bunk ladder and pulled his hatch shut when he felt Mal’s hand close over his shoulder and the captain pulled him aside in the foredeck corridor.

“Jayne! Need to have a word with you. Inara’s got herself some special fancy client gonna be visitin’ her on-board later today. Asked that we all give her a little extra privacy.”

Jayne looked at Mal quizzically. “She wants privacy, how come she’s seein’ ‘em on board? Don’t she usually go to them?”

Mal nodded. He looked a bit puzzled, too. “Never had a client here before."

The sounds of running and River and Kaylee’s giddy girlish laughter echoed from the common room.

“So how come now?” Jayne scratched his jaw and a lewd grin slid across his face. “Maybe this fella’s got some kink for