Jayne rolled off of River, panting. It was three in the morning and they'd just gotten through their second round of sexin' in River's bunk. They'd been sneaking around for two weeks now, switching between Jayne's bunk and her own every other night.

"Gorram, girl, where you learn that? You sure you ain't done it with a man before?" Jayne wiped the sweat from his brow, slowly gathering the strength in his legs again.

"You were thinking about it yesterday. You were pleasuring yourself." River was breathing hard, moaning between breaths, her whole body still burning hot. She still had not gotten comfortable with not being able to sleep next to Jayne. She knew it was impossible. Simon couldn't find out about Jayne yet.

River gasped in surprise as Jayne pulled an arm under her waist, tugging her heated body close to his. She read his thoughts a bit, and smiled, nuzzling her face into his strong chest.

"This sneakin' around shit's gettin' tired ain't it?" Jayne looked to River's eyes, still shining with that relaxed, "just got good and sexed" look.

"It's... He'll be very upset when he finds out. Want you to myself for awhile." Her eyes took on a new tone, one of compassion and innocence. "Private."

Jayne just nodded and slipped his hand down to River's wet slit, sliding two fingers deep within her. Her moan was soft, almost unnoticed, like a sigh heard through a heavy wind.

"Yeah, I like keepin' ya quiet sometimes too." His fingers started a slow, harsh pace, making River's body pliant in his arms. "But damn, River... Sometimes I wish I could just take ya in the middle of the day. Everyone watchin' as I carry ya off to my bunk."

River was shaking at his words, particularly the use of her name, rough and tumbled, falling from his lips. He had used it before during sex, but it was rare; an occasional glimmer of emotion he only let slip in the throes of passion. He wasn't ready to admit it with real words, clothed and public. River had learned to be patient; time would give her what she w