Don't neglect your girl

[Lovely]

Century just grabbed Jane.. and started kissing him..

he just... um... dropped Vera

he didn't hurt her did he?

*panics*... *checks out... no Vera's fine*

okay *starts kissing him again*

*moves a canister over to hide the mark in the hull that he'll catch shet over*

*disembodied voice a small girl* You hurt me... *giggles*....

"Damniit.. River!!!!..."

laughs softly and lets him go "mm maybe later when you're not so ...busy.."

"Bu...? I'm never busy except wh... well, when... you know..." He didn't get flustered out of talking altogether except on personal business, especially when the personal business was still tasting pretty warm on his lips.

"Hmm well then did you want to be busy...?" She turned over her shoulder to ask him in a voice that wouldn't carry far, smiling at him in a way that was inviting him to follow her or maybe lead her somewhere besides right where they had been.

His hand smoothed over the cool metal that was his 'favorite' gal to have by his side, ensuring that Vera wasn't insulted by the drop and the moments of his ignorance. He seemed to feel redeemed enough to put her aside and spend a little time on... business. "Shepard keeps telling me that idle hands are the devil's tools... should keep them on something, don'tcha think?"

Her eyes sparkled and her gaze warmed as she partially turned to face him. her hand lifted and her finger idly played over her bare shoulder. "Mmm that Shepard is a wise man.. and you should never be left idle when there are so many places to discover and things to do.. with those strong hands of yours."

Hitting him where it hurt, or stroked so nicely, his ego puffed up and Vera was all but forgotten a moment until clanging against his leg. He winced almost imperceptably and raised the gun to harmlessly point down the corridor toward his pit. "Maybe I oughta take care of a few things... while they're fresh on my mind."

"Maybe.." She licked her lips, making them glisten softly as she reached to walk her fingers up his arm to his shoulder. She slid closer to him, curling her leg up around his hip as she kissed his neck softly. She uncurled and took a step back toward his room, gently tugging him to follow.

Maybe this being hitched idea wasn't so bad at least for a few minutes a day when it was quiet like this. Jayne's smile was crookedly etched with all the other things Shepard had told him about his free time activities. Bah, let him preach, it was all he was good for, Jayne thought. Preacher just needed to find a good wife himself... Jayne stopped in his tracks a moment... wife.. hrm, maybe it was worth considering afterall. He followed Century down the corridor, trying not to shoot off any rounds on the way back.

She waited to give him more attention until they were down the hall and had slipped into his room, better to make it there quickly and quietly so that they might be undisturbed for a bit. After they stepped into his room she turned running her hand more firmly up his free arm and leaning as if to kiss him again. She stopped a breath away from doing so and smiled. "I'll let you take care of Vera first... don't want you to neglect your girl.."

[Lovely]

"Thought that's what all this sneakin' around was about," he muttered, sidling up into the embrace as the door hissed closed behing them. He agreed he didn't want a jealous girl going off the moment he wasn't paying attention to her. He pulled his attention to the cot and the wall of flame, fire and fury to latch Vera back into her place of honor by his pillow and resecure the blanket that kept all his 'girls in waiting' safe and warm, but near at hand. He didn't move far off the cot, turning and sending his hand out to fetch the one he wanted to keep him safe and warm for a spell.

She heard his mutter and it brought a playful light to her eyes, which was waiting to sparkle at him when he reached for her. She took his hand and came down ontop of him on the bunk, sliding up to rest over him face to face. "That mean I'm your girl?.. You going to take care of me too?" Her finger stroked over his cheek and she inched toward another kiss.

"No," he muttered, laying back and letting her hover or glide or fly or whatever it was she did that got him all in this bind in the first place. "You can take pretty good care of yourself I seen, but if you think I need a little help, be my guest."

She growled and leaned one arm above him against the metal rail of the head of his bunk. "Jayne.. my big muscular rack of man.. you're not playing along.. I know you have done this before.. I know you know how to.. so humor me like you would any of your girls.. I want to feel special.. wanted.. I need to, and I need you.. please." As she spoke she shifted against him just so, he'd know what she was aching for. "You were supposed to say yes.. make me all excited and a flutter and then we get to stay busy in here until... well.. as long as we can."

The last thing he wanted was some woman telling him off especially about what he did with his women. He stared a moment and pushed himself away off the cot. "Maybe I got other ideas'n you," he said, grumbling about trying to stay the one in charge.

She fell with a slight thud to the floor as he pushed himself away and off the cot. The floor wasn't exactly soft and It took her a second to pull herself up with her dignity somewhat intact. "I'm sorry.. I thought you wanted.. my mistake." She pulled her top straight and took a breath, she was probably going to have a couple smarting bruises. "I'm sorry Jayne, I misunderstood." She headed for the door again, trying to figure out how she'd gotten it so wrong.

"Yeah, maybe so," he muttered, feeling entirely emasculated. He was supposed to be the one.. he should want her and tell her and she was supposed to be nice and follow along. That's how he'd always played it. Now he was just confused. His hand ran over his neck as he turned. "Hang on a minute. Let's just get one thing straight."

She stopped and turned around, her fingers playing with each other nervously in front of her waist. Century glanced up at him and then away and took a deep breath. She nodded and carefully brought her gaze up to his face, expecting him to be angry at her for messing things up again.

"Damnit," he hissed, not sure what he wanted to put into words or how to say it without it coming out all wrong. He tossed his hand down to his side, feeling about effective as a green choir boy trying to get his lines right for a solo but the sounds got all stuck in his mouth, not coming out. He just stood there a minute before throwing his hand out and raising up an eyebrow.. more or less starting over without anyone saying a word.

She stared at him in surprise for a moment, speechless and then her eyes walked over him from his arched brow to his hand and back again. She let out a breath that was something like relief and smiled at him before reaching for his hand. She used it to give herself a tug and propell her up against him with a soft sigh, she wrapped her free arm up around his broad shoulders and lifted up on tip toes to bring him a kiss that was both her apology and acceptance of his.

From tip-toed unbalance, he caught her the rest of the way in his arm to swoop her around to take them both back down to the cot, more gently than before, just as they'd left it with him staring up, closer with a kiss of his own style. He was his own boss, but he'd pretty much meet her on her own terms long as she didn't talk too much about it.

So there wouldn't be words to make her feel better, she could live with that for now as long as he kept making her feel good in other ways. Her mouth over his was warm, passionate and gently testing, she was trying to learn to kiss him how he liked. She wanted to make him ache like she did, wanted him to want her the way she wanted him. She didn't have the experience she assumed the other girls he entertained had, what she did have was a raw passion, a burning desire for him, a thirst it seemed that only he could quench. Fueled by this and by the fact that he seemed to like what she was doing and what she'd done when they were together before, she let her hands roam and tug at the layers which kept their skin from touching.

Maybe it wasn't any different than a few minutes before but she was getting the picture. He just didn't like to talk too much, not that he really minded hearing what she had to say. It was kinda clear why several of his shirts had the holes they did, being tugged, cut, torn, taken out of the way however they needed to be as he resisted playfully and returned the kisses.