Seventh installment in the saga.
I had this part all planned out, there was going to be healthy healing and moving on and growing.
But then I sat down to type and this is what happened.
Yeah, it didn't work.
Disclaimer: Joss, I broke your pretty dolls. Don't yell, k?
Rating: This part? Hard R.
Feedback: Make me smile, c'mon, you know you want to. Comment here or email: wily_one24@yahoo.com.au
Comments: Italics and present tense are also, apparently, dream sequences as well as flashbacks. Who knew? (It's fragmenting their reality matrix).
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1. , 2. , 3. , 4. , 5. and 6. . *** Ch 7. DOORS. *** She’s stretched taut, teetering on the edge of a knife bade and waiting to fall. Jayne is behind her, she can feel his large, naked chest holding her up, pressing in against her shoulder blades as his mouth works along her jaw. Kaylee leans her head back, lets it rest on his shoulder, opens her neck to him and groans when he sucks at her pulse. His hands come up and around her, palming at her breasts, rough and insistent. Long fingers tweaking her nipples, stroking the rounded flesh, pulling and pushing and shaping, it makes her ache, makes her hungry, makes her open. “Simon.” It comes out of her lips without notice. “Right here.” There are hands at her hips, wrapping down around her thighs and lifting them, dragging them up and apart. Then he’s there, hips bruising the delicate inner skin of her legs as he pushes righ