Jayne and the Mudder woman

So, here he was, Hero of the People. Gorram King of the Mudders. His belly swam with a fair dose of moderately good whisky and there was a woman under his arm. She was pressing into him with a pleasing degree of keenness. In the semi-darkness he could make out dancing eyes and curves in all the right places and a mess of hair. He was on a freebie tonight; he was pretty sure of that. Didn't often get that. Line of work he was in, here one day gone the next combined with the very real possibility that one day he might be gone for good, he took pleasure where he could. Trim that he paid for, mostly. Working girls didn't ask questions or expect him to stay. Sometimes a lonely woman on some dirt planet might want him for a night or two to put her through her paces. And Jayne obliged readily and eagerly. He loved women; well, he loved sexing them. Closest thing to heaven he'd ever known; along with winning a fight and getting a nice heap of coin.

From time to time he wondered how it might be to have one woman in his bunk on a regular basis, but the chances of finding one who'd suit him, put up with him and give him his space were slim, to put it mildly. Plus he kinda enjoyed the variety. He always did his level best to give the woman as much pleasure out of the encounter as possible, though. Even the working girls. It meant that if he ever returned, he'd get a warm welcome and the pretty good certainty of repeat business.

Now, the women on Serenity; there was a different story. He'd not touched one of 'em. Looked, mind; that went without saying. But they were all off limits for different reasons. Zoe was beautiful, scary and married. Kaylee was cute and had a crush on the pansy-assed Doc twice the size of Vera. Inara was all kinds of beautiful, but in love with Mal, plus Jayne could tell that she looked down on him. Crazy was just that; and dangerous. He'd imagined sexing them, of course. He was only human.

Finally, he got Miss Mudder up the stairs, “Didn't hear ya name in all the