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Fic: Big Spoon, Little Spoon (2/3 of "St. Albans" Series)

Posted on 2008.02.04 at 16:30
Affectus (State of Mind): chipperchipper
Camena (Music): "Sugar, Sugar" - Baby Bash f. Frankie J.
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Title:  Big Spoon, Little Spoon
St. Albans
Author:  Green Owl
Rating:  R
Summary:  Not enough room at the inn makes for interesting bedfellows…
Challenge:  “Nothin’ But Smut.” – bugchicklv
Prompt:  "Whatta ya mean, they only got one bed!" – steplianna
Word Count:  2,004
Author Notes:  So it’s just supposed to be smut, but hey, we all need a little “foreplay”...

Needles – no – PAIN! – no-no-no – scooping her brain out one slow, stinging spoonful at a time –– God, please, no!

River was ready to scream when she came awake with a start, but it died in her throat when she felt the heat surrounding her.

This was not the Academy, this was not the infirmary; this was safe haven, security, shelter. 

Icy terror receded as safety and comfort shrouded her mind with drowsy, snug solace. 

Something deliciously warm was snuggled up against her backside, cuddling around her as she lay in the snowlit gloom of the hotel room.  She wriggled as she luxuriated in the sensation of being warmed from nape to heels.  Even the small of her back – the one place on her entire body that caused her the utmost discomfort when it was even a little bit chilly – was insulated against the drafts.  It felt like she was enveloped in the fur coverlet her maid used to lay out on her bed whenever winter paid its fleeting visits to Osiris.

River concentrated on steadying her respiration as she took in the smells that surrounded her, trying to identify the source of the heat that encapsulated her from her neck to her now thankfully defrosted toes.  Whatever it was, it was keeping her from turning her head because it was lying heavily on her hair…


That was no coverlet holding her hostage as it snored softly in her ear.

It was Jayne.

How it happened, she had no idea, but sometime in the middle of the night she had rolled onto her side and he had rolled over with her.  His massive body was now curved around hers, as if he were guarding her from the cold terror inside her mind and outside their window.

River felt something fond and giggly bloom in her ribcage as she felt him shift and nuzzle closer to her.  Self-centered, heat-hogging hundan that he was when he was awake, Jayne was more than generous with his body warmth while asleep.  He was practically plastered against her back; his hips flush against her bottom, his knees cradling the backs of hers, his big feet mingling with hers at the ankles.  But it was the placement of his hands that was the pièce de résistance.

One arm had snaked its way under her pillow, his biceps muscle cradling her neck, as his long, thick fingers entwined with her smaller, more slender ones.  Her other hand was resting on the expanse of his arm between his elbow and her cheek, while his was banded around her ribcage, his huge paw gently gripping the breast closest to the mattress.

She bit her lip, wondering what he’d do if he woke up right now.  Probably jump out of bed and holler something about her “takin’ unfair advantage” of him, never mind that he was the one who was groping her in his sleep.

River closed her eyes and snuggled deeper into the embrace, determined to enjoy it as long as she could.  It was not often that she got as close to him as she was now and there was another entire battery of sensations to enjoy with him holding her like her was.

She’d always loved the way Jayne smelled, even when he was performing those tasks for Mal that required him to get especially sweaty and greasy and out-and-out dirty.  She loved tracking him through the ship, lifting her nose into the air to see if she could locate him, find him by scent alone, no Reading.  Nine times out of ten, she was successful.

Right now she could identify the rotgut whiskey on his breath, the bargain-brand cleanser he’d used in his last shower, the cheap detergent he’d used to clean his clothes, the pricey cigar he’d smoked while he’d poolsharked those dastardly locals who’d somehow managed to cheat her out of her earnings, the brief sweat that he’d worked up helping her kick the asses of those same locals when they’d turned violent, the whiff of oiled leather from the holsters where he kept the many weapons he’d pulled on them to get her out of there in one piece without her attracting attention by taking them out and the faint tang of musk his body had secreted while he’d slept curled around her.

All of them communicated the same thing:  roughneck, scoundrel, thug.

Jayne Cobb was a dangerous man by anyone’s estimation, but River Tam had never felt safer in her entire life as she did at that moment as he used her as his own personal body pillow.  And if she was his bolster, he was definitely her portable space heater – no thermostat adjustment required, just turn him on full blast and she was more than content to have him warm her body and burn away her fears. 

When he was conscious, he swore up and down that he was barely able to tolerate her; plainly his body wasn’t averse in any way to nestling against hers while he was insensible.  She smiled as she heard his breathing change, a growl rumbling its way out of his throat as he nuzzled her neck.  Warmth seeped down her spine and she curled her toes as she felt a wave of heat roll off of him.

River flexed the hand that was in his, her thumb stroking the second joint of his index finger as she marveled at his strength.  She would probably have a spectacular bruise on her upper arm in the morning where his huge hand had gripped her as he hauled her across the street to the hotel when the sleet started sizzling on the concrete rooftops. 

A warm glow buffeted her as she re-tasted the rush of concern projecting from him as he fought to get her to safety.  He has such beautiful hands…Simon’s save lives, but Jayne’s prevent death. 

Jayne shifted a little and the hand that was gripping her breast contracted in some kind of insensible reaction to her musings, his thumb rolling her nipple against the base of his index finger.

River gasped, her back slowly arching as her hips rolled instinctively against his as a different kind of heat worked its way through her, flashing hot and wet between her thighs and intensifying with low sound of sleepy contentment that rumbled from deep down in his throat.

Oh, goodness, was he waking up…? 

She opened her mind to his, and had to bite her lip to keep from crying out as a chaotic swirl of sweat, skin, saliva and sex poured into her mind. 

Jayne was still asleep.

And having erotic dreams the likes of which she’d never imagined in her most feverish fantasies.

In her heart, River knew it was so very wrong of her to Read him as he cradled her body and sheltered her from the storm.  No, it was more than wrong; it was almost immoral, like she was robbing him of his privacy as he unconsciously protected her in his sleep.

But she couldn’t stop.  The images were too starkly erotic for her to extract her mind and she found herself devouring them much as she reveled in all of the different smells that haunted and taunted her whenever he was near. 

A faceless girl’s warm, wet mouth wrapped around his cock, her tongue making his eyes roll back in his head as her mouth worked with innocent, intuitive talent…

She was on her hands and knees, his fingers digging into her hips as he made her howl for mercy, deliberately teasing her by keeping his thrusts shallow and harsh…

He and the girl without a face playing “strip” tall card – him still fully clothed, her stark naked and showing him how she liked to be touched while he watched and licked his lips…

The scent of her dark hair driving him crazy as he gripped a fistful of it, smirking as her voice changed pitch while his fingers stroked her clit with a firm, gentle touch…

His tongue slicking against hers as he rocked inside of her, the twin sets of rhythmic thrusts and her hot little whimpers slithering down his throat driving him closer and closer to the edge of insanity…

She was actively fighting for breath as she felt his lust wash over her again and again, her basic knowledge of the sex act enhanced exponentially by his nocturnal ideation.  She didn’t even knowing how to catalog all of the new images – they were vivid, explicit, graphic beyond words – and they made her restless.  Her thighs refused to be still as they squeezed together, desperate for relief from the heat building between them. 

River moaned softly, her hips rotating clockwise as she shut her eyes tight.  The pressure between her thighs was crying out for relief, scalding her as she gripped his hand and rubbed her back against his chest with nameless need.  She’d borne the brunt of the mating impulses emitted by the crew many times before, but never like this.  She wanted…oh, seven hells, she didn’t know exactly what she wanted, but she knew wanted, craved, longed for something, anything to soothe this fierce ache. 

She suspected she was going to start sobbing pretty soon if it didn’t let up, it was so wicked –

Her eyes snapped open as she felt Jayne’s fingers release their hold on her breast.  She remained still as his hand slid down her ribcage, skimmed the dip of her waist and finally settled on the rise of her hip, gripping hard as he ground his pelvis against her bottom and growled low in her ear.

Was he still asleep?  Was he waking up?  Did she even care if he was?

River bit her tongue as she felt him press against the juncture of her thighs, hard, probing, throbbing.  He was eradicating the raw underworld of her dreams as he rubbed himself up and down against her, teasing her with what she suspected could make the hunger go away but also what she knew she couldn’t have.  There were at least three layers of cloth keeping them apart, not to mention the antagonism she would face if she woke him up, and that would most certainly lead to the deprivation of the sweet friction he was making between himself and that part of her that was plain weeping for him.

She shuddered as his hand left her hip, branding her with its heat as it aimlessly slid down her body, stopping when it came into contact with the bare flesh of her thigh.  Her dress had meandered up her legs during the night and was currently settled around the tops of her legs, giving his fingers unobstructed access to everything below her waist.

River gave ardent thanks for garments that misbehaved as she felt Jayne’s palm curve around the bottom of her thigh, flow up to the bend of her knee, and bring her leg up to her chest while his lips nuzzled and nipped the back of her neck.  Rational thought then became incoherent mental flailing as his massive, warm hand glided down the back of her thigh and lightly skimmed the cotton-covered source of her distress. 

She choked back a sob as his palm settled against her bottom and his middle digit started stroking her through her unders.  Heat stitched through her, making her belly ache and her nipples contract until they were almost painfully tight.  She fought to remain motionless as her calf muscles contracted and her toes flexed.

It was luscious torture, this soft, careful, unwitting teasing that he was doing to her, but, oh my, how much more could she take before she had to scream with frustration? 

Did he read her mind?  River did wonder because just as she was about to start moaning out loud, she felt a split-second subtle shift in his awareness before his fingers slipped underneath the cotton.

Ta ma de, Core girl, you’re so ruttin’ wet,” he breathed into her ear as his big blunt finger stroked her.


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Green Owl
greenowl at 2008-02-05 00:33 (UTC) (Concateni (Links))
Hey! They ain't even got to the semi-partway-nekkid stuff yet!

Give a man time to work. ;P

Green Owl
 Nayeli Honizre
willow_fae_20 at 2008-02-05 00:39 (UTC) (Concateni (Links))
Holy wow... this was 10 kinds of Hot.
Green Owl
greenowl at 2008-02-05 00:44 (UTC) (Concateni (Links))

Thank you!

Green Owl
kinkerbelle13 at 2008-02-05 00:48 (UTC) (Concateni (Links))
*heart stutters*

(that's what she said)
Green Owl
greenowl at 2008-02-05 00:54 (UTC) (Concateni (Links))
*pulling out the paddles*

(Not those paddles, you perverts!!!)

"Shipper down, we have a shipper down! Clear!"

*shocks Kinkerbelle and offers juice and donuts*

Green Owl
kinkerbelle13 at 2008-02-05 01:09 (UTC) (Concateni (Links))
paddles... LOL. Mmm, juice and donuts. You're well prepared for this kind of reaction I see.
Green Owl
greenowl at 2008-02-05 01:12 (UTC) (Concateni (Links))
"Always be prepared!" - I was a Girl Scout for three years before I got kicked out for smacking the Troop Leader's b!tch of a daughter. Wacky fun...

Green Owl
kinkerbelle13 at 2008-02-05 01:16 (UTC) (Concateni (Links))
Hey, me too! I was the one who told scary stories at the sleep overs and... well, I swore a lot. I have a mouth like a sailor most of the time. The other 11 year-olds were mighty impressed I can tell you that. Wacky fun indeed, remind me never to cross you.
Green Owl
greenowl at 2008-02-05 01:21 (UTC) (Concateni (Links))
Well, the evil wh0re stole my Barbie dolls. Keep your hands off my toys and we're shiny!

I only swear when I'm driving and people are not using their turn signals...


Green Owl
theneis at 2008-02-05 02:17 (UTC) (Concateni (Links))
nuzzling her neck
beautiful hands
big, blunt fingers


I'll be in my bunk.
Green Owl
greenowl at 2008-02-05 02:23 (UTC) (Concateni (Links))
Yeah, me like big, gentle men who protect scared little girls from their bad dreams...

Don't forget your Jayne Clone! Hee! So glad you liked it!

Green Owl
theneis at 2008-02-05 02:41 (UTC) (Concateni (Links))
If I had a jayne-clone they'd have to send officers to my house to check why I haven't been to work in 3 weeks.
Green Owl
greenowl at 2008-02-05 02:42 (UTC) (Concateni (Links))
Word, sister, word.

Green Owl
cmk418 at 2008-02-05 03:07 (UTC) (Concateni (Links))
That last line is just... Wow.

Off to read the next part.
Green Owl
greenowl at 2008-02-05 03:10 (UTC) (Concateni (Links))
Ooooh, thank you!!!

Yeah, it burnt my panties to a crisp as well.

Green Owl
gehdra at 2008-02-05 06:06 (UTC) (Concateni (Links))
*wide eyed*

Uh... guh.
Green Owl
greenowl at 2008-02-05 08:19 (UTC) (Concateni (Links))
Oh yeah. Our boy talks dirrty!!! Guh...uh...meep!

*hands you a Jayne Clone 'cause you look like you want / need one*

Green Owl
yavie_namarie at 2008-09-11 08:28 (UTC) (Concateni (Links))
Green Owl
greenowl at 2009-10-21 01:01 (UTC) (Concateni (Links))

Oh-hell-to-the-yes, we ALL die a little bit at that last line...

Nival Vixen
nival_vixen at 2009-05-08 12:28 (UTC) (Concateni (Links))
I'll be in my bunk ...

*fans self* ... did it get hot in here, or was that just because of Jayne? XD

Loved it, great work! Off to read the third :)
Green Owl
greenowl at 2009-10-21 01:02 (UTC) (Concateni (Links))

Thank you!

Slytherin Girls Unite!
Nival Vixen
nival_vixen at 2009-10-21 07:39 (UTC) (Concateni (Links))
*grinning* just re-read it, and I swear that my heart is beating so fast, I might spontaneously combust! :p hehe

mmm ... Lovely Jayne ;)

hehe ... Ohh, I love my Slytherin boys ;) and they love me too *lmao*
ellie_elorah at 2011-01-30 22:45 (UTC) (Concateni (Links))
Oh my holy... WOW!
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