Life Onboard Serenity: #42 - Of Jobs, Vaults and Things Gone Wrong
POSTED BY: EnglishIvy
UPDATED: Tuesday, June 23, 2009 22:19
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Ivy followed Mal down into his bunk. It was a lot bigger than her and Pain's, but it was nice. And it totally fit the Captain's personality. He went over to the desk, opened up a drawer and pulled out a lock box. When he opened it, he pulled out her gun and handed it to her.
"Don't make me regret giving this back to you," he warned her.
"You won't," she promised. "I want to fit in here. Be useful here. I want you all to be able to trust me."
"It'll take more than one job to do that, Ivy," he told her.
"I know. But it's a start."
She turned, left his bunk and entered her own.
"I got my gun back," she announced.
She held it up to show Pain only to reveal a slightly shaking hand.
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Warning: PG-13++ Ahead.
Pain and Ivy's Bunk
While Ivy had gone off with the Captain, Pain went down into their bunk. She was a big girl and he knew she would be fine alone with Mal while he grabbed his gear, laying it out on the desk, and inspecting it. That was what he was doing right now. On the desk laid out in an orderly fashion were his two semi-auto Desert Eagle .44s, his hand cannon, his bullpup assault rifle with under mounted grenade launcher, and all the assorted gear for each gun.
His two primary sidearms both had four eight round magazines each. Two in magazine pouches on his gun belt, one in the mag pouch on their leg holsters, and one each resting near the guns themselves. The hand cannon had six rounds in it with twelve more in two speed loaders in the corresponding pouches opposite of the shoulder holster his big revolver resided in. The assault rifle had four spare thirty rounders stored in a mag pouch near the right front side of the gun belt and one magazine already loaded into the gun itself. Lastly there were three grenades in three grenade pouches located on the left front side of Pain's gun belt, a fourth loaded into the grenade launcher. A knife and its sheath made its home in the middle of the belt where it would be positioned behind Pain's back once he put the belt on.
At the moment Pain was checking the chamber of one of the black .44s, making sure it was clean when he heard the hatch open and footsteps coming down the ladder. Slowly releasing the slide of the gun, Pain put it down and turned to see who it was.
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"I got my gun back," she announced.
She held it up to show Pain only to reveal a slightly shaking hand.
"That's good news, baobei." Pain said with a smile as he walked over to her. He noticed the shaking and gently put a hand over her wrist to stop it. Leaning down he gave her a kiss and his hand slid down to the gun. As they kissed, Ivy relaxed a little and released the gun into his hand. Breaking off the kiss, Pain asked, "Your hand was shakin', baobei. You nervous?"
"A little, yes." she replied, as Pain walked over to the desk and placed her gun down.
"I saw that, darlin'. Shakes like that ain't good when you're holdin' a gun." he told her as he approached. "Tends to make them go off which ain't too good when you're in a confined space such as a bunk."
"I'm.. I'm sorry." she said, looking up into his eyes.
Pain smiled and ran a hand through her hair as he said, "It's OK, darlin'. It's just the nerves. Everyone gets them from time to time." He leaned down and gave her another kiss before whispering into her ear, "And I think I know how to calm yours'."
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Ivy let out a giggle as Pain pinned her to the ladder, giving her tender kisses up and down her neck. The giggles turned into soft moans as his hands caressed her body, glided over her breasts and started to unbutton her shirt. She returned the favor by gliding her own hands up his toned abs and over his chest before going down and unfastening his belt. Pain tilted his head back and let out a moan as he felt Ivy's hands down below, gently caressing him.
Bringing her lips to his with a bruising intensity, Pain let their tongues interact with each other as their hands continued to grope, fondle, and free the remaining clothing. Once the clothing had been discarded, Pain brought Ivy down onto him and worked in her, in and again with a slow burning, white hot intensity that made both the outside world and Ivy's nerves melt away.
She rested her head on his right shoulder, kissing it between moans as he continued to move within her. He kissed and suckled her neck before nibbling on her left earlobe and whispering sweet nothings into her ear. She whispered the same sweet nothings into his own ear before enclosing his mouth with hers, letting her tongue dance with his in a passionate tango. Bringing his hands down to her hips, Pain grabbed and held her tight as he picked up the pace. Ivy let out a moan as she wrapped her arms around his
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Ivy had been shaking when she returned to Pain and her bunk. The stress from earlier that day, the impending job and the warning that Mal gave her were enough to set her on edge. They only had 30 minutes before they were due to depart on the job and she couldn’t stop thinking about it. She’s never even done something like this before. She didn’t know how things like that were supposed to unfold. Should she be expecting trouble or was the assortment of firearms lying on the desk merely a cautionary tactic.
Then Pain made the comment that shaking wasn’t good when holding a gun, which she figured was a truthful statement, so she had apologized.
What am I thinking? she asked herself. I’m gonna get someone killed!
She was nervous. Well, that was an understatement. Her nervous quotient could set off a nuclear bomb if she got too close.
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"It's OK, darlin'. It's just the nerves. Everyone gets them from time to time. And I think I know how to calm yours."
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And then he started. She giggled a bit as he pushed her up against the ladder. He was unconventional as to where they did it, that’s what made it so much fun with him. No monotony, always unpredictable.
The giggles quickly disappeared, being replaced by soft moans as he caressed her body, gliding over her breasts as he quickly unbuttoned her shirt. It didn’t take long before he had it off and discarded onto the floor. She reached and grabbed the bottom of his shirt, nearly tearing it from his body before tracing across every muscle on his torso. His hands returned to her breasts and fondled them as moan after moan escaped from her lips. She felt so alive right now. She didn’t know if it was because of the upcoming job or if it was because of his touch or a little of both, but she did know that she needed him, more than ever right now.
Quickly her hands were at his pants, unbuckling the belt to gain more access. She pushed them down so that both his trousers and his boxers fell to his ankles. Without breaking contact, he flipped them off with a mere shake of one ankle then the other. Her hands traced over his hip bones before taking him into her hands, caressing him with a gentle touch. She was pleased when his head leaned back as she heard his throaty moan.
His kiss came with an intensity that made her shiver, straight to her soul. Somehow, with a few gentle tugs, he had her pants off. The fact that she hadn’t bothered to put on any underwear of any kind earlier, just made his day. She could tell by feeling a slight smile form on his lips while their tongues battled a war more intense than any other they might have experienced before.
He lifted her a bit higher as he slid into her, which elicited a moan from both of them. Since Mal had only given them a half hour before they were to leave, she half expected an extended make out session without any cumbersome clothing getting in the way, but having full intercourse was far better at easing her nerves than any frenzied make out session could provide. Using the leverage of the ladder and the tender placing of his hands on her behind, allowed him to move inside her slowly, his strokes long and gentle.
She found herself calling his name, the name that everyone called him. Pain. But soon it wasn’t enough, she felt the need to be more intimate, she wanted to touch a place that perhaps no woman had ever gone. Softly, she called him by his given name, his real name, the one his parents had bestowed on him. As she did, she let him overtake her, body, mind and soul.
As the want grew within her, she laid her head on his shoulder, kissing him there whenever she could between panting and moaning he caused. His pace had not changed and it was extending the pleasure both of them were experiencing beyond their expectations. What had probably started as a quickie to ease her nerves had become so much more. They had melded together, moving as one and feeli
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Evelyn listened to what they were supposed to be doing on this job. It sounded simple enough; though, she was mildly disappointed with her team. Jayne was of no interest, and she hadn't been sent here for John.
Oh well. She needed to make herself a part of this group anyway, and working on this job was the way to do that.
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"Did you bring your own guns, or do you want some of mine,"
"I have my own," Evelyn replied. That was a little terse for friends, though. "But thanks anyway."
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"Ok, well see you at the job." John moved to his room to get supplies for the job. He grabbed a flashlight and put it in his belt. He picked up his two favorite handguns for the holsters on his belf, and one more that he stored on his leg. After getting plenty of extra clips he went to the cargo bay, ready to land.
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Pain and Ivy's Bunk
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“Mal’s gonna kill us,” Pain whispered.
"Did you say somethin', honey?" asked Ivy as she watched Pain put on his final piece of clothing.
"No, baobei. No I didn't." he replied as he put on his gun belt and slid his .44s into their holsters.
Ivy watched as Pain put on his shoulder holster and slung his assault rifle over his right shoulder. She was pretty sure he had said something, but she didn't have time to ask for sure as Pain put on his trench coat, closed up his weapons locker and put a rectangular box in her hand. She looked down at it and saw that it was a box of bullets.
"For your gun." Pain said to her. "It's about half full, but hopefully it should do you." He ran a hand through her hair, smiled at her, then said, "Come on. We should get our pigus down to the cargo bay before we're anymore late."
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John walked off, and Evelyn was left to her own devices. She double-checked her guns, made sure she had extra bullets, and found herself with some time to kill. She walked around the ship, familiarizing herself with the place she would be staying for the next however long amount of time, but made sure that she made it back to the cargo bay with plenty of time to spare. It wouldn't do to make a poor impression.
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Ivy bent down and rifled through her things.
"Whatcha lookin' for?" Pain asked.
"I have an extra magazine... somewhere..." she said pushing aside some things then others. "I know I brought it."
She went through her stuff again quickly and let out a sigh.
"I can't find it," she told him.
"Is it in your old room?" Pain asked. "Maybe you didn't get everything when you moved up here."
She stood up and smiled.
"I did! I left it downstairs! I know exactly where!"
She shoved her gun in the waistband of her pants, close to the middle of her back and climbed up the ladder as fast as she could go. Pain followed her, but she was definitely agile and fast. Plus he was carrying a little more weight than she was.
Luckily she went down to her old room via the corridor that would not make her go directly through the cargo bay. Pain didn't want to encounter Mal until they were totally ready to go. Getting a lashing for being late was one thing, but getting a lashing twice for not being ready would be worse...
But then again, Pain thought as he smiled, the sex they just had was well worth it. She had called him by his name...
When he finally caught up to her, she had found the magazine she was looking for as was quickly loading bullets into it.
"I'm almost done," she announced as she slid the last couple in. She looked down and found no place to store the extra magazine or the bullets that were left over.
"I should've gotten cargo pants," she said, frowning. She looked around until she found a small pouch she used to keep snacks in when she was home and in the fields. It wasn't huge, but it was big enough to put the mag and the extra bullets in. She didn't really know why she had brought it along when she left, except that her dad had made it for her and it reminded her of him. She tied it to her belt and stood up. "Now I am ready."
She started through the door getting ready to head to the cargo bay when he stopped her and leaned down to gently kiss her again. He didn't know why he felt the overwhelming urge to do so, but it didn't take much to entice him to kiss her. It caught her by surprise for a moment before her arms wrapped around his neck and her body formed to his. When they finally parted, she smiled at him.
"What was that for?" she asked.
"Just a preview," Pain answered as he kissed her again. "For later. After we get back."
Then he took her hand into his and led her out to the cargo bay. He grinned again when he thought of their time... reducing stress. He wanted to get back to their bunk as soon as they got back. There was no telling what they could do when they weren't pressed for time.
Anyway, he was certain that it was the highlight of the day and it would take something huge happening to change his mind.
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Cargo Bay
Fifteen minutes. One fourth of a hour. Nine hundred seconds. That was how long Mal and everyone else assembled in the cargo bay, who were integral to the job, had been waiting for the two stragglers known as Pain and Ivy. Mal was getting very impatient with the waiting. They had a job to do and they could already be doing it, but instead they were two people short in the cargo bay. Mal had his arms crossed, the fingers on his left hand tapping his right bicep. He wanted to know what was keeping those two and he wanted to know now.
"Jayne?" he asked, rather annoyed. "Go find Pain and Ivy and see what's takin' them so long."
"Why do I have to do it?" protested the mercenary. "For all we know they're busy ruttin' each other like a couple of rabbits. Frankly I ain't too keen on seein' Pain nekkid. Ivy on the other hand..."
Jayne trailed off, grinning wide like the Cheshire cat as he pictured Ivy naked. 13 was in the background snickering himself shy of a circuit overload, stopping as he caught sight of Mal's glare. Jayne stopped grinning as he caught the same glare coming from the captain.
"Alright." he muttered. "I'll go find 'em."
Just as the mercenary stalked off to find the two lovebirds, Pain and Ivy made their entrance into the cargo bay. Turning to Mal, Jayne pointed to them and called out, "Found 'em!"
"Sorry we're late." replied Pain, giving those in the cargo bay an apologetic smile. "Had to find a spare magazine for Ivy's gun, which I didn't have. Found on in her room though, so uh sorry for the inconvenience."
"Alright." Mal breathed out. "Now that everyone is here." He gave Pain and Ivy a look before continuing, "We can get on with this job, but before we do I want to remind all of those here which team they're on, dong ma?"
After everyone signaled that they understood, Mal listed the teams once more, "Now like I said before, Isahiah, Zoe, Cate, and I are the Command Center team. John, Evelyn, and Jayne are Vault #1, and Pain, Ivy, and 13 are Vault #2. Kaylee, Inara, River, and Simon will be staying aboard in case there's any trouble. This job most likely won't be a cake walk, so I expect all of you to have you eyes and ears open for anythin' that might sound like trouble or is suspicious. An alert team is an alive team. Got that? Good. Now lets get a move on."
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Ivy thought back to the explanation that Pain gave for the reason they were late.
"Do you think Mal bought the excuse that we were looking for the magazine the whole time?" she asked Pain quietly. She was staying close to Pain and his presence had a calming effect.
13 snorted at the comment from his position about 10 feet back.
Pain shot a glare back at him.
"Not at all, bao bei. The man ain't stupid. He knew exactly what we were doing," Pain told her. She quickly blushed. "The excuse just let the others go about their way without knowing."
13 snorted again.
"Without knowing?" 13 exclaimed. "Hell, Jayne figured out what you two were doing and by the look on his face, I think he'd be more than happy to hook up with your twin. Maybe we could arrange it. Say... do you remember what happens when she's around?"
Pain's posture stiffened as he stood straight up and turned to face bot boy.
"There will be no arranging anything between Tommy and Jayne," Pain snarled.
13 snickered.
"Oh. My. God," he said as his eyes got wide. "You've had sex with both of them haven't you? No wonder you've been down in your bunk so much. She must be a hellcat in the sack."
Quicker than Pain had moved in a while, he cracked 13 across the face with the butt of his assault rifle. 13 stumbled backwards a couple of steps.
"Shut. up. 13," Pain ground out.
13 approached Pain with his fist clenched.
"Stop!" Ivy exclaimed. "We are on a job, remember? Perhaps a slightly dangerous one? I think we should keep our minds on one thing at a time."
Pain stared 13 down, clenching his jaw in anger as he did. The thought of pumping a grenade into the robot slipped through his mind.
"Ivy's right," he finally said. "Let's do the job."
Pain, Ivy and 13 walked in silence towards their assignment. Every few steps, Pain would tap his earpiece.
"Something wrong?" Ivy asked.
"I'm getting a lot of static," he said, stopping again. "You getting anything other than that 13?"
13 paused and listened.
"Just static. And a couple of words here and there," 13 reported. Ivy searched him for an ear piece, but couldn't see one. 13 smirked at her. "Built in comm. Plus I have very good hearing."
Pain tapped his earpiece again as they started walking again.
"Jen dao mei," he whispered. He was getting the feeling this wasn't going to be an easy job. He turned to Ivy. "You stay close to me."
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*Jen dao mei = just our luck
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