They hadn’t been on Persephone five minutes when Jayne rushed off the ship in his whorin’ shirt, yelling a quick “Don’t wait up!”

He strutted into the bar and looked at the barmaid with an eyebrow raised in a sexy manner.

“Same as last time, handsome. Hell, same as the last three times.” She said, smiling and shaking her head. He sure was getting a reputation as of late.

He threw open the door, saying “Here I am, baby!” There she was; lying on her stomach on the bed, watching a capture and looking like nothing more than a teenager doing her homework. The darkness of her dress caused her pale skin to glow translucently and he thought she looked like an angel. Any similarity to an angel disappeared when he got close enough to see what she was watching. It was the capture they’d taken the last time they’d been together.

He’d been idling in a mild state of arousal since Serenity had landed, but he went straight to full burn at the images on the screen. He’d been holding the capture device in one hand and the other hand had been tangled in her long dark hair, guiding her mouth down his chest.

He sat on the edge of the bed, brushed her hair off of her shoulder and bit the strap of her dress, saying, “Did I taste good, darlin’?”

She looked at him mischievously, “Of course you did, that’s why I went back for seconds. And thirds.”

He growled and let his hands stroke down her arms to hold her wrists. He leaned into her and bit her shoulder lightly. Her expression changed and she twisted her hands free. He couldn’t quite say how she did it, but in about a move and a half, she had him pinned to the bed. A large part of his confusion was her teeth at his throat and her agile legs squeezing his chest. He allowed himself be distracted as she nipped her way up to let her tongue ravish his mouth. She pulled back, sat up, and put the capture in front of him for a moment and asked, “Remember how good that felt? Remember the noises you made?”

He nodded mutely, the sight of this goddess on t