Big Fella

Author: hisgoodgirl

Disclaimer: All belong to Joss. I got nada.

Characters: Jayne/ ofc, brief reference to crew

Pairing: Jayne/ofc, (het)

Warning: NC-17 for frankly sexual content and adult language

Words: 4130

Author's Note: This story started off over a year ago with the narrator just chattering away in my head, so I let her chatter and typed like crazy. I recently discovered it in a folder of works in progress and decided to finish it up. Cross-posted from my LiveJournal. If you read and enjoy this, please take a minute to let me know. Hover for translation.

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Big Fella

It was a Friday night and the bar was busy as usual. I just happened to look up from the john I was playin’ to, when he comes in with his shipmates. Tall, powerful lookin’ fella movin’ with surprisin’ ease for such a big man. Probably a mercenary, given all the hardware he was packin’. While his buddies made their way toward the back and took a corner table, he bellied up to the bar not ten feet from me and ordered a whisky, neat, tossed it back like it was branch water and called for a second.

The hayseed I’d been workin’ got up to join a poker game just startin’ up and left me free to study the newcomer. Nothing fancy about him. His clothes were rough and practical - combat boots and olive drab fatigues, his heavily muscled torso stuffed into a gaudy T-shirt that strained to accommodate his bulk. I’d been a whore on Albion for near on five years and seen my share of big, rough-hewn types, but this fella was different somehow.

Guess he musta felt me lookin’ at ’im, ’cause he turned toward me and I found myself starin’ into a pair of eyes the color of a clear winter sky. He nodded, with a little half-smile that told me he liked what he saw, then turned back to his drink.

Like most whores, I can’t afford to be too choosy an’ it ain’t like me to ignore offers the way I did that night. Just found myself sittin