Bed and Wine: Part 20

By Kaynara

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Pieces. NC-17

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Thanks to Grimlock for the consult.

It’s Joss’s verse....

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Slick limbs and wet hair. Sluggishness and the smell of sex. He tugged her perspiration-drenched body atop his own, pressed a kiss to the top of her head. She laid her cheek to his chest, murmuring into the skin above his heart so the words tickled.

“I love you.”

He stroked her hair.

“I love you,” he whispered back. But she might already have been sleeping.

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He found her in the bay; little witch had got into into his weights.

Was just over a week since big brother cut the cast off her leg, removed the enhancers. Lil’ Kaylee made it somethin’ of a celebration, bakin’ a cake with real-sugar frosting and coverin’ Crazy Girl’s face with congratulatory kisses. When Jayne’d seen what she done, he’d got a great urge to shake her. What exactly we celebratin’, Kaylee? Just what here merits engine wine and your shiny smile? Was a gorram farce to be truthsome. Kinda like the arm cast she’d wear awhile longer. Rest o’ the crew done decorated the plaster with dumb jokes and picture-drawings, autographin’ her as though it meant somethin’, changed somethin’. Hell, even Mal printed ‘Captain’ in big, black letters, sketchin’ some manner o’ bird below.

Jayne hadn’t wrote a damn thing. What would it matter? Didn’t, to be plain.

Squatting, he’d watched through the window as the doc cut loose her leg. It emerged from out the plaster, a fine sprinkling of dark hairs in the spots the cast had covered. Jayne stared at the pale limb, all white and scaly, and felt a merciless stab of lust hit his nethers. From her perch atop the exam table, River looked down on herself and burst into tears.

“River?” Clueless, the doc started right in feelin’ up her leg for out-sticking bones or some such. For all his smarts, boy just didn’t get it. Didn’t get that what was hurtin’ her weren’t medical.

Nara seemed to understand. In a way, she always understood folk. Must come from