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Jaime Elizabeth Davies ([info]finder) wrote in [info]indarkness_logs,
@ 2010-08-30 20:05:00

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Entry tags:!complete, 2032 08, jaime davies, malcolm reynolds

RP: Lunch
Characters: Jaime, Mal
Time/Date: afternoon, August 30
Location: his room
Warnings/Rating: Jaime's mouth. and smut.
Summary: Jaime brings Mal lunch and bitches about the lack of selection on the TV
Status: Complete



After their grand kitchen argument, discussion, and compromise, Jaime had been significantly more relaxed around Mal. She'd resumed her care-taking duties, fetching him things and keeping him company and the like. She really didn't do much more than cuddle with him just yet, still acclimating to the idea that maybe, just maybe, he really did want her and they might have a shot at something resembling a relationship.

She'd been less than thrilled by the selection of shows on the TV, and when she'd headed to her room to shower, she'd watched the one with Lily's name on it - and really wished she hadn't. She'd surfed through to see if her name - or Mal's name - was there ... but the only thing she found for Mal was a war clip or something. Which was probably good. She thought she would have had a meltdown if she'd seen him fucking someone. Even if it had been a long time ago.

She hadn't found anything for herself, which was also a relief.

Once she'd finished tidying up her room, she realized just how little time she spent in it anymore, and she wondered what Dug got up to. She did leave the door open for him. Mostly because she figured if anyone was going to swipe anything, it probably wouldn't matter - and if their captors wanted in, it wasn't like a closed door was going to stop them.

Heading down to the kitchen, Jaime made a couple of sandwiches for Mal, adding some strawberries to the plate before she snagged a Coke for him. Snatching a couple of small bags of chips, she figured that was a good lunch for him, and she carted it carefully back up the stairs. Letting herself in, she carried the food over toward his bed.

"If I catch you watching any of that smut on the TV? It's so over," she said as she set the food down on the nightstand and popped open the Coke for him.


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[info]accordingtoplan
2010-08-31 05:39 am UTC (link)
He grinned as she entered, noticing that she had food and reaching his hands for it automatically. Like a small infant. But he was a bit hungry, and he'd been in a much better mood lately so he was up for some kidding around.

"Sheh-sheh, bao bay," he said with a warm smile. "An', in fairness, shouldn't you jus' say 'Don' want TV today' 'cause really - what else am I gonna watch at this point?"

He had in fact started to flip around to other channels. But that had led to seeing footage of his crew. And he really didn't want to revisit the time that he'd almost had to kill River, or Jayne being... well, Jayne. He'd caught a very, very brief glimpse of an all-too familiar battleground before he'd shut off the TV and decide it just wouldn't be for him today.

He did... kind of wonder... if Nandi... but no. He didn't want to know if it was there.

His expression had faded briefly into one of displeasure, so he chose to drop his line of thought, grinning at Jaime and scooting around in his bed to make room for her if she wanted to sit.

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[info]finder
2010-08-31 05:48 am UTC (link)
Jaime settled in beside him, swiping one of the berries off of his plate. "The DVD players still work. Checked the one in my room and it worked, anyway." Granted, she hadn't looked around to see if there were any DVDs ...

"I tried the computer to see if it got anything else, but, no. It's playing the same crap."

She took a bite of the berry, licking her lips as she drew it away. "So I guess that leaves music or talking to each other. Or playing games. Because I just can't possible think of anything else to do."

Jaime wondered a little if he'd seen the footage of him, and opted not to ask about it. Instead, she patted his thigh. "Or read. We could do that. Nice quiet time, reading books ..." she tipped her chin up to regard him, a little grin on her lips.

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[info]accordingtoplan
2010-08-31 08:24 am UTC (link)
He raised an eyebrow, slightly amused when she pointed out the DVD players still worked. It always felt like something he should have known, and he'd second guess himself before remembering, "Cause we got so many DVDs lying around here, within arm's reach," though for all he knew, maybe she had a stack of them in her room. She'd probably bring them over next trip.

"Figures it'd be playing the same stuff," he said with a shrug. "It don' matter much. It ain't like I was watchin' much've it before they pulled this - don' righ'ly see any point in changin' that now."

He thought he could think of something else they could do, and he thought that she knew it too, but he'd play dumb for the moment. "Music's alright, I suppose. What sort of games were y'thinkin'?"

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[info]finder
2010-08-31 02:24 pm UTC (link)
"I could go look downstairs and see if they had any," she offered with a little shrug. But really, music suited her just fine, and for all she knew, they'd override the DVDs somehow. Because they were just assholes like that.

"I don't know. There're some board games downstairs. Or we could play cards. I think I could beat you at strip poker," she continued thoughtfully. "Or Go Fish. Whichever." She grinned over to him before she nodded to the sandwiches. "Eat your lunch," she instructed as she settled into a more horizontal position, her head resting on his pillow as she closed her eyes. "And then we'll talk games," she added with a teasing grin.

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[info]accordingtoplan
2010-09-02 05:53 am UTC (link)
He rolled his eyes in a teasing sort of 'yes, dear' way, taking a bite of the sandwich, nodding his approval at the taste. "Why can' we do both?" he asked, after he swallowed. "I c'n eat, you c'n talk games. All we had back on the ship was..." he grinned a bit. "Suppose you'd call it basketball. 'N cards, I s'pose. Didn' play much my own self, but the rest of the crew seem'd t'enjoy it."

He continued to munch on the sandwich thoughtfully, rather enjoying the feel of her lying next to him like she was, not sure what kind of contact was appropriate. He felt a pressing desire to run his hands over her body, press himself more fully against her, maybe engage in a different kind of game, but he thought that might be... moving too fast. They'd barely kissed yet, after all.

"You'd hav't'teach me whatever this Go Fishin' game is, though. Can't say I've ever heard've it."

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[info]finder
2010-09-02 06:02 am UTC (link)
"We could do both," she agreed, poking teasingly at his side. "I'm pretty sure you're not up for basketball," she added with a glance toward his foot. Though that made her wonder if they should try to set up a court at the far end of the island. They could probably make something ... well, not her, but someone could.

It would be something to do, anyway. Maybe she'd run it by Lily and Tyler and see what they thought.

"Go Fish is ... I don't know. It's kind of a dumb game, and I'm not honestly sure I remember the point of it. I think to run out of cards by pairing them off." She shifted on the bed to bump herself against him teasingly. But, again, it was something to do.

"Or we could make out," she offered with a shrug, a grin curving her lips. It really did seem weird, telling a man twice her age and then some that they could make out. She still wasn't sure he wanted to, but if he was inclined, she thought she could be ready for that.

The irony wasn't lost on her, either. She would have been in any other guys' pants by now, but because she thought she was in love with Mal, she wanted to take it slow. Yeah, it didn't make sense to her, either.

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[info]accordingtoplan
2010-09-02 08:58 am UTC (link)
"Hey now," he said, nudging her back. "I've still got some kick in my step. May not be obvious t'some, but soon as we work out what t'use as prosthetic toes, I'll be all over th' course again." He suspected that wasn't true at all, but it made him feel better about the situation.

He nodded absently to her description of the card game, munching on the sandwich, and had just swallowed and was about to agree to her next statement before it processed through his brain. "Or we could... wait, what?" he stared at her.

Now, 'making out' wasn't exactly jargon that he'd used in his day to day life, but he'd been here long enough and see enough of what went on - and heard enough, franky - to understand what she was getting at, and it had taken him a little off guard. Not that he was... terribly opposed to the idea, exactly. Just a bit... surprised.

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[info]finder
2010-09-02 02:20 pm UTC (link)
"Of course you will," Jaime assured him, though she was pretty sure they both knew they were being big fat liars. Maybe someday, sure, once he was healed, and if they managed to do something about his mangled foot. She dropped a hand to his thigh, rubbing softly before squeezing just above his knee and withdrawing her hand.

She giggled at his question. "Make out. Kiss. Fool around. Snog. Um...what're some other phrases ..." Jaime tipped her chin up thoughtfully. "Play tonsil hockey. Lock lips. Suck face," she concluded with a nod. "Unless you weren't interested in doing anything like that," she added as her brows elevated slightly.

"I could probably come up with more," she added. "If you gave me a minute. But if you'd rather not do that, that's completely understandable," she quipped in a voice much lighter than she felt. If he didn't want to, she'd have to wonder if there was a point to their ... relationship, such as it was.

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[info]accordingtoplan
2010-09-04 05:13 am UTC (link)
"No I... I follow'd," he said, waving his hand to try and cut her off, though he had an amused smile in place. He kind of shook his head a bit - he didn't really get what had her so attracted to him, or why he was so torn up about it, but he saw other guys around with admirable qualities and - from his point of view - less baggage to haul about that were closer to his age, and he just sorta... didn't really understand why she would want him, when he was clearly so damaged.

"Been a while since I..." he searched for one of her terms that sounded the least offensive, decided he didn't like any of them and went for broke, "'sucked face' with another person. Reckon I could use a bit've practice in that regard. You offerin' t'teach me? Or should I go take lessons'n come back in a week an' see how you like me then?"

He hoped he wasn't saying anything stupid, but he was a bit nervous at how long it had been. And really - one of the last time's he'd kissed a girl he'd wound up unconscious.

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[info]finder
2010-09-04 06:53 am UTC (link)
Jaime snorted back a giggle when Mal actually said 'sucked face'. "I don't really do teaching, no," she said with a sad shake of her head. "I'm sure there'd be plenty of girls here who'd help you refine your technique, but I don't really share, either," she continued.

"So ... I guess you should just hope you're already that good and don't need anyone to teach you," she continued. She was a little nervous herself, but it had been a long, long time since she'd let herself actually feel something this deep for a person.

Jaime shifted slightly against him, tipping her chin up to gaze at him. Pale blue eyes searched his face before she shrugged her shoulders slightly. "You should ... finish your lunch first," she pointed out. Not that she was stalling for time, and not that she was ... nervous or anything like that. No, because he should finish his lunch. That was all.

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[info]accordingtoplan
2010-09-04 08:21 am UTC (link)
"Reckon you're stuck with my inability to remember how it goes, then," he said, trying to swallow beyond the large lump that had recently developed in his throat. "Goes like this?"

He pressed his lips against her forehead.

"Or like this?"

That time he hit her nose.

He pulled back to regard her a bit sheepishly, not sure if he was ready for the obvious next step. "Can' say m'that hungry anymore," he admitted awkwardly, putting the sandwiches and things aside for the moment before he turned back to look at her, trying to work up the courage to move onto the next step, before he swallowed thickly again and leaned forward to press his lips against hers.

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[info]finder
2010-09-04 08:58 am UTC (link)
Jaime's heart was thumping very loud and very fast in her chest. She closed her eyes when he kissed her forehead, and then her nose, tipping her chin up slightly in anticipation of the feel of his lips on her own. When she felt his lips pressing against hers, Jaime felt a deep-rooted flutter of panic tearing through her, and she wanted to pull back. Because if she got in too deep, if she kept crossing all these lines, she was going to get hurt. Someday, he'd be sent home, he'd be gone, and ... so would she.

That alone should have made her stop, made her pull back, made her give this up before it even got started. This couldn't last. This was just here. This was just pretend. But it didn't make her stop. Didn't make her pull away. Instead, she shifted closer to him, easing one arm over his shoulder as she pressed lightly against him.

She didn't know how far he wanted to go, if he wanted to go anywhere at all, but she also knew that he probably shouldn't be on top because of his foot.

Deciding she was over thinking it and she should just let it go wherever i twas going to, Jaime tangled her fingers in Mal's hair, cradling the back of his head as she returned his kiss eagerly, deeply.

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[info]accordingtoplan
2010-09-04 10:46 am UTC (link)
Mal discovered that he liked the feel of Jaime's lips pressed against his. He moved his hands to wrap around her shoulders, and one to tangle in the hair at her back, rubbing between her shoulder blades as he did so.

He shifted a bit, trying to sit up more, not really sure how to go about this. Did she want him on top? Should he encourage her to lay back? Shifting made him aware of his foot, but he thought he could manage it okay if he was careful. His hand drifted down her back, stopping before it reached her rear and then trailing back up her side before moving down to rest casually at her hip, holding her in place. He... really didn't know what to do here, and thought that his statement that he might need lessons was more accurate than he wanted to admit.

He did wonder if he should break the kiss so they could talk about it, but he didn't really want to, letting her deepen the kiss and set the boundaries that she felt comfortable setting for right now before he started testing limits again.

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[info]finder
2010-09-04 11:06 am UTC (link)
The mechanics of their position were definitely awkward. Jaime figured she could stop kissing him and they could figure out how they wanted to go from here, or she could run with it and just ... go with what she was feeling. But what she was feeling was ... well, it involved a lot less clothing, and parts of him inside of her. So maybe talking was better?

Jaime broke the kiss gently, her tongue flicking across his lower lip before she bit it softly. Releasing it, she opened her eyes to gaze at him. "How," she began before she leaned in to claim his lips again, her back arching slightly as she tried to wiggle closer, despite the constraints of their positions. "How do you want to do this?" she mumbled once she'd managed to break that kiss.

Mostly, she was very interested in a lot of touching and a lot less clothing, so she started on that. Small hands moved down his shoulders to his chest. She began to work at the buttons of his shirt, parting the fabric as each one was undone, baring a little more of his chest each time. "Mal," she whispered as she leaned in to press her lips to the corner of his mouth before tilting her head to claim his lips once more, her palms pressing flat against the center of his chest.

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[info]accordingtoplan
2010-09-06 06:18 am UTC (link)
He wasn't certain if he was meant to be responding to her question with words or with actions at first, but when she started to undo the buttons of his shirt warning bells went off in his head that he couldn't help but ignore.

"Woah, hey, slow down there," he said against her lips, teasing lilt in his voice. He really didn't necessarily want to slow down, but he didn't want her to necessarily feel obligated. He wanted to... be sure this was what she wanted. Sure, she was initiating it, one could assume, but girls were sometimes funny that way. Little Saffron, before she'd turned out to be Yo-Saf-Bridge, had seemed to think that he'd be expecting sex. And yeah she'd talked him into it eventually, but he was seduced by a professional and wanted to avoid the Special Hell at all costs and this was getting offtopic.

"Don't gotta rush into anything," he said more seriously, trying to pull apart enough that he could look her in the eyes. "I mean... if... are y'... y'sure? This is what you want?"

His hands were still on her, running up and down her back, brushing hair out of her face. He was pretty much inable to let go of her at this point.

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[info]finder
2010-09-06 06:38 am UTC (link)
Jaime flinched a little when he said to slow down. Her lips parted slightly as she looked away. "We don' t... have to," she said. It had just been something to do, right? So, he'd kissed her first; that didn't mean anything.

She tried to be rational about it, but she had years of defenses built up, walls with no doors, barbed wire around the perimeters. The fact that he followed it up with something that laid it at her feet didn't really make it better. Yes, she wanted it or she wouldn't be doing it. So obviously, he was trying to find an out.

Was she aware she was being an idiot about it? Yes. Did that change anything? Maybe. But was it enough?

She dropped her hands away from his shirt before she shifted slightly to put some distance between them. What the hell did she think she was doing, anyway? Whichever way it fell out, she was going to get hurt. Sooner or later.

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[info]accordingtoplan
2010-09-06 09:59 am UTC (link)
Trust him to muck up a perfectly good thing. He did let her pull away, but from the expression on her face he could tell that pulling away wasn't necessarily something she wanted to do. He rolled his eyes at himself, and ran his hand over his face, trying to think of how to right the situation.

"Hey now," he said, looking at her sternly. "We've been over this. It ain't you, by a long shot, and is all me'n my hangups. Last girl who told me she wanted me was as backwater as they came, an' mayhaps only wanted me 'cause she thought it was what she was s'posed to want. I don' want that for us. If we're gonna do this, we're gonna be grown ups about it. I don' want no... one nigh' stand, or whatever it is you kids call 'em. I want you for as long as we've got, an' maybe longer. So you best be sure, missy, that you can commit t'that. 'Cause I promise you I can, but if you're gonna walk out halfway through then we best not be gettin' into anything just now."

He hated the uncomfortable feeling that talking about this sort of stuff was causing him, but he hated the idea of Jaime thinking badly of herself because of something he'd mucked up saying correctly even worse.

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[info]finder
2010-09-06 10:20 am UTC (link)
"So I have to decide right now if I can handle being committed?" Jaime replied. She wondered if he'd meant it to come off that way, but she didn't think so. She hoped not, at any rate. "I mean, I'm not ... just looking to get laid, if that's what you're trying to say. If that was all I wanted, there's a lot of guys here who'd be happy to fuck me.

"I want you, Mal, but I ... if you're asking ... for forever right now, I can't. Not ..." she hesitated. It wasn't for lack of wanting, but the fear ran deep. "Not because I wouldn't want to, but ... I've spent so long ... building up walls against forever, and love, and everything else. They aren't just going to fall over because ... because you say you want me.

"So the question is, if we're going to do this, can you be patient with me? Can you ... handle it when the issues win and I have to go somewhere and be alone?" Maybe to him it wasn't her, but to her, it would always be her. Her fault. Her problem. Her issues. Just her.

Jaime glanced over to him, pale eyes searching his face. Maybe he had baggage, but he wasn't the only one.

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[info]accordingtoplan
2010-09-06 12:36 pm UTC (link)
"I... no," he shook his head. It was sort of what he meant, but... he'd be able to deal with what she was suggesting. "I mean... you... commit to givin' it a shot," he decided. "You ain' just stringin' me along until somethin' better arrives 'cause that ain' gonna work with me. I mean, I... I ain't gonna say forever," though he had, and he had probably meant it at the time - he took this sort of change in his routine pretty seriously. "But for a while, at least?"

He wanted to, but chose not to, quibble over her emphasis on the 'because you say you want me'. It hurt something inside of him. But he thought that arguing about it wasn't going to get them anywhere. So he'd take the hit and drop it for now because it was probably just him being stupid again.

"I c'n be patient," he said quietly. "You c'n go off'n your own, if you need to. I ain't gonna try and stop you, f'that's what you need. S'long as you always come back when you're done."

He thought that was fair, really.

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[info]finder
2010-09-06 12:52 pm UTC (link)
Jaime almost rolled her eyes. Stringing him along, really? Instead, she shoved lightly at his shoulder and shook her head slightly. "I've been lusting after you for ... a while," she said, unwilling to admit to how long, because it was ridiculous, really. "I'm pretty sure that doesn't count as stringing," she pointed out before she leaned her head on his shoulder.

She didn't want to point out that they only had as long as their captors let them have. It just seemed ... unnecessarily cruel to bring it up just now.

"I'd come back," Jaime assured him. Granted, he had grounds enough to suspect she wouldn't; she'd dodged him for several consecutive days, after all. But she would come back to him in the end.

Dropping one hand to his thigh, she rubbed it gently before tipping her chin to gaze at him again. "So ..." she began. "What now?" She assumed -- hoped -- that talking was done for now.

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[info]accordingtoplan
2010-09-07 06:01 am UTC (link)
"Ow, hey, don't hit the cripple," he teased when she slugged his shoulder, and while he'd heard it before - that she'd lusted after him for a while - or at the very least suspected, it didn't do a great deal to ease his general concerns that she was just in this until something better came along. But he supposed that if he wanted her to trust him, he'd have to reciprocate, so he pushed it from his mind and just smiled at her.

"Well good then," he said when she said she'd come back. "No problems here. Where were we again?" he leaned in to press his forehead against hers, aiming to misbehave. There was a voice in his head that was insisting that they were moving too fast, and this was not how it was done, but he ignored it. That voice had never gotten him anywhere before, and it wasn't going to get him anywhere now. He'd just... do what felt right. And right now he thought that it'd feel right to be kissing her again. So assuming she was agreeable, that was what he was going to do, pressing his lips gently against hers to start to build back to where they'd been when he'd mucked things up again.

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[info]finder
2010-09-07 06:09 am UTC (link)
Jaime closed her eyes when he rested his forehead to her own, and she smiled slightly before tilting her head so he could claim her lips again. She was a little hesitant this time, unsure if he was going to put on the brakes again once she got started.

Still, her hands found their way back to his shirt, sliding along the parted fabric until she found the button she'd left off on. She tugged at it before she drew her head back to break the kiss.

"If I start in with the buttons, are you going to stop me again?" she inquired, brows elevating as if this were a Very Serious Question. While it was, in a way, if he wanted to stop her, then she'd deal with it. She could go slow. Really she could.

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[info]accordingtoplan
2010-09-09 04:06 am UTC (link)
"Depen's," he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "What're you gonna do when you get'em undone?" He honestly didn't mind - if she wanted his shirt off, he'd gladly take all his clothes off fer her. But he didn't want her to feel obligated - like he was dying to get out of his clothes or something. He could wait for her to be ready if she needed him to be.

But she obviously didn't seem to, so maybe he had more issues than he really wanted to admit to. Still, he thought he felt comfortable enough taking his shirt off. At least, now he did.

His own hands slid back down her back, gripping her rear for a moment before they slipped back up her body, one easing over her side to ease up her middle, slipping over her breasts in more of a passing gesture before moving over her shoulder and down her arm to rest lightly on her hip, drawing small circles there with his thumb and forefinger. The other moved to grip the back of her head to pull her back in for a kiss, shifting his weight a bit to try and move closer to her.

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[info]finder
2010-09-09 04:26 am UTC (link)
"I don't know yet," Jaime said. "Probably take your shirt off." She grinned as she moved her hands to pick up where they'd left off with his buttons, undoing them slowly, running her hands down his chest as she bared his skin.

Shivering a little, she shifted and squirmed to press herself closer to his hands as he caressed her. Her head tipped back slightly, her lips parting before he drew her in for a kiss.

She kissed him deeply, eagerly, her hands pressing to his chest as she scooted closer, but the only way for it to really be comfortable was ... well. Jaime shifted and eased herself over him, straddling his hips as she braced her hands against his shoulders. "Okay?" she inquired as she drew her head back briefly before leaning in tot suck lightly on his lower lip.

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[info]accordingtoplan
2010-09-09 05:27 am UTC (link)
He smiled a bit and all but shook his head when she mentioned that she would take his shirt off, but he supposed he'd been asking for that sort of response. When she shifted to straddle him, his hands moved to support her, and he frowned a little when she asked it it was okay.

Well, sure - it wasn't uncomfortable, if he... pretended like what was now all but pressing against her was just his gun - but her lips were too far away now. He gripped her hips tightly, lifting her slightly as he shifted until he was sitting up, leaning back against the headboard and pressing his lips firmly against hers for a moment before he pulled away long enough to nod his head yes. This was okay.

His hands on her hips alternated between gripping tight and easing off, moving in lighter circles, but having both his hands free and her so close was proving to be a blessing and he slipped his hands carefully under her shirt, still just remaining at waist level for a moment before easing up and down her sides to test the waters.

Again, he wasn't sure if it was for her benefit or for his that he was taking it a step at a time.

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[info]finder
2010-09-09 05:41 am UTC (link)
She'd admit later it was probably good he was keeping things slow. As much as she wanted, she knew if he moved too fast, the panic would rise to overwhelming levels.

So she let him adjust her in his lap, grinding her hips deliberately against him once they'd settled into the new position. She shivered as she felt his hands on her skin, skating up her sides, and she paused her own motions for a moment. She waited to see how she was handling that, hating how it was weird for her to be scared of a guy she liked -- loved, whatever -- touching her, but it would've been just fine for someone like Jayne to be groping her.

She couldn't ever defend girl-kind against statements like 'girls are weird' because she was a fair representation of the fact that girls were fucking weird. Or she was. Whichever.

So she was a little tense at first under his hands before she relaxed as she kissed him, her lips pressing to his before her tongue pressed against his lips, seeking entrance to his mouth as her hands slipped along his chest to rest on his shoulders, the removal of his shirt temporarily abandoned. It was open; that was enough for now.

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[info]accordingtoplan
2010-09-11 01:18 am UTC (link)
He opted not to comment on the frustration of the mixed signal that was driving him crazy by moving against him like that, while tensing up when he touched her. He never commented right, and it would inevitably end in her getting the wrong impression and storming out again. He'd just deal with the fact that it was a paradox that he'd never be able to figure out and take things as they came. He'd asked her if she was okay with this, she'd said she was okay with this, he was going to have to trust her on that and just take his cues as they came.

One hand wrapped around her back, easing up and down the flesh there while the other traced a path up her stomach, his thumb moving in circles between her breasts, barely brushing against the sides of them to see if that would result in him getting slapped or encouraged, and he grinned a bit against her lips as he thought about how he was half serious at that wonder.

His lips did part to allow her tongue access to his mouth, his own slipping out somewhat hesitantly to mingle with hers, a practice he hadn't really engaged in in recent years and wasn't all too sure about.

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[info]finder
2010-09-11 01:38 am UTC (link)
It was somehow easier to focus on kissing him while not thinking about his hands or where he was touching or what it might lead to or how it would hurt when he left her.

She slid her hands up the sides of his neck, tangling her fingers in his hair as she held him in the kiss. Her hips ground down against his, more reflex and desire than intention to tease. Jaime broke the kiss with a soft gasp, her head tipping back slightly as she tightened her fingers in his hair. "Mal," she whispered as she dropped her chin to regard him.

She wanted ... something. Assurance, she guessed, but she couldn't ask in words, nor would she accept words alone as an answer. She was terrified and hopeful at the same time, needing him and fearing that need in the same breath. She knew this wasn't easy for him, but it was encouraging he'd stuck with her so far.

"Do you want me?" She asked. A remarkably loaded question for four simple words.

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[info]accordingtoplan
2010-09-12 02:32 am UTC (link)
He wasn't stupid, though he supposed that was a highly argued point between people who knew him well enough to suspect otherwise. But even he could tell a loaded phrase when he heard it. Beat him over the head with a point hard enough and even he was like to catch on. So the initial reaction of swearing incredulously in Mandarin and rolling his eyes as he growled out that it should be obvious that he did was immediately discarded.

He couldn't keep the incredulity out of his eyes, though, the sheer bewilderment that she could keep asking this question, keep doubting his resolve. He supposed in a way he wasn't necessarily making it easy to trust him, taking it slowly as he was, stopping every couple of steps to double check and make sure he was still doing it right, but it was all for her, and because of how he cared about her.

Want was such a small word, and didn't explain half of it. Want was a word he thought of when it came to Jayne, and how he wanted more than he could have. He didn't... just want Jaime, though that was a big part of it. There was more to it than that.

"Yeah," he rasped out finally, pressing kisses along her jaw because frankly, with her moving against him like that it was difficult to stop touching her, stop kissing her, but he really thought that it was important to get this out. "But i's mor'n that." He closed his eyes and gasped a bit as his breath hitched, not sure if it was him moving or her that caused that particular reaction, but he did need to very suddenly remind himself to stay in control.

"Don' know that I c'n say for certain f'it's love or nothin'," he murmured a bit against her ear. "But i's gorram close."

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[info]finder
2010-09-12 03:40 am UTC (link)
Jaime tightened her grip on his shoulders, nodding silently because she very suddenly didn't trust her voice to speak. Her instincts, the instincts she'd spent years honing, rebelled against this, against the idea that there was anything about her worth wanting. She couldn't keep that up forever though. Not when it was so obvious, through actions and words, that he did want her.

Going slowly was not an indication he didn't want her. It was ... evidence that he respected her, cared about her, didn't want to rush, hurt, or scare her ... because he wanted her around.

Jaime rested her head briefly against his shoulder before she tilted it, pressing kisses along his throat, to the curve of his jaw, to his ear. She bit down on the lobe lightly before dragging her lips along to his, resuming the abandoned kiss as she pushed his shirt away from his shoulders, pushing the sleeves down his arms, stilling herself as well as she could in his lap.

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[info]accordingtoplan
2010-09-13 04:36 am UTC (link)
He moved his arms to make it easier for her to get his shirt off, appreciating her noticeable efforts not to deliberately thrust down against him but god every move of her body against his was all but lighting him on some kind of fire, and he really needed to not let it get too long between sexings if he wanted to have any kind of endurance at all. But he thought he could manage it. He'd damn sure try, at any rate.

Kissing her back when her lips found his, her resumed the movements of his hands. moving to cup one of her breasts under her shirt in his hand while the other continued to just press against her back. He recognized that her shirt was in the way, though, so her slid that hand back down her back to grip the base of her shirt, trying to pull it up over her head (or at the very least, assist her with getting it off) without releasing her breast from his hand as he teased and squeezed the skin there.

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[info]finder
2010-09-13 04:43 am UTC (link)
Jaime made a few soft noises, breaking the kiss reluctantly to let him get her shirt off before she leaned in again to reclaim his lips, kissing him deeply, eagerly, needfully. She was aware of his hands on her breasts, but not focusing too much on that. Focus led to panic, somehow, and she liked the feeling of his rough fingers playing at her breast.

"Mal," she whispered against his mouth as she ran her hands over his chest, over his ribs, down his sides, caressing and touching and simply wanting him. She tugged at the waist of his pants, drawing her head back slowly to gaze at him with lust-dark eyes.

There was a touch of fear, yes, but it was buried under the lust, the desire, the need to have him. If ... he wanted to, of course.

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[info]accordingtoplan
2010-09-13 09:41 am UTC (link)
He was pretty sure that he was so far gone that she'd be able to get anything she wanted from him. When he felt her tugging at his pants, his only concern was how he was going to get them off while still holding onto her, and the sudden realization that he was going to need several more hands if they were going to make this a regular practice, and dear god he hoped they were going to make this a regular practice.

He slid one hand down, the other still busy with her breasts, to at least get his belt undone and the clips out of the way, trying to shift his hips so he could pull the pants down with just one hand and finding it difficult. Swearing sharply, he glanced down, using both hands to elevate himself enough off the bed and pull the fabric down past his hips enough that he could deal with them before - while he was at it - he turned his attention to hers, gazing into her eyes to seek permission to undress her further.

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[info]finder
2010-09-13 02:07 pm UTC (link)
Jaime still slightly as he pushed his pants down, almost rolled her eyes at herself, and reached down to undo the button and zipper on her own jeans. She wondered if he wanted ... to keep going, but ... why else would they be taking their pants off?

Easing off of him, she rolled onto her back to slip her jeans down her legs, pulling her legs out of them before dropping them aside. She repeated the process with her panties before she glanced over to him. "Think you can handle being on top? With ... your foot? Or ... should I get back on you?" There was a hint of a teasing grin on her lips at the question, because honestly it sounded ridiculous and she felt a little ridiculous discussing positions like this, but ... she enjoyed the idea of being pinned under him, if his foot could take it.

She also wouldn't mind getting right back in his lap, either, if it came to that.t Whatever position allowed him inside of her was good, as far as she was concerned.

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[info]accordingtoplan
2010-09-15 04:28 am UTC (link)
He stopped when she stopped, worried that he'd misinterpreted her tugging at his trousers. Had her hand slipped and he'd just read too much into it? Saw and felt only what he wanted to? But then she started at her own pants and he finished at his, trying not to think too hard about how he was getting naked with a girl half his age.

When she asked her question he stilled a bit. He'd never really had a preference in terms of positioning. He'd been with a lot of women who'd just naturally assumed the top position, but he wasn't sure if that counted as his preference or if that was just the way the cards had fallen. Either way, he wiggled his foot (and managed to keep most of the wince out of his face) and nodded his head.

"Reckon I can manage it," he said lightly. He figured since she'd opened with it that it was her preference, anyway, and he wanted to do whatever he could to make sure that she was okay with this. His lips quirked in a smirk before he added, "Reckon the Doc'll have my neck for 'extraneous activity'?" before he chuckled a bit, shifting over so that Jaime'd have room to lie down.

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[info]finder
2010-09-15 04:52 am UTC (link)
"Not if it's going to hurt you," she said firmly. She wondered if he was healed enough yet, but ... well, if he kept his weight on his knee, then maybe ... "Just ... if it starts to hurt, I can be on top," Jaime said.

She ... almost thought it would be worth the laugh, listening to the doctor lecture him though.

Still, if he wanted to be on top, she wasn't going to protest. Jaime laid herself on the bed, bending the keen farthest from him and parting her thighs to invite him over. She felt vaguely obscene, spread out like that, but ... well, that's where this was going, right? Where she wanted it to go. She wanted him inside of her, and that required parting her legs.

Lifting up her arms, she beckoned him over her, blue eyes searching his face as she did.

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[info]accordingtoplan
2010-09-18 03:19 am UTC (link)
He watched her as she laid down, all inviting, for him and he swallowed thickly trying to remind himself that the point of these things wasn't to go fast and get it over with - but to draw it out and make it last so it was satisfying. He needed to focus.

Easing himself over her carefully, aware of his foot while at the same time trying to forget about it, he kissed his way briefly along her body again, mostly because it felt incredibly awkward to him to just go from... discussing positions to having sex with no foreplay in between those two. So he kissed along her abdomen and then over her breasts to her neck. He was kissing along her jaw lightly when he shifted again, easing himself into her slowly with a soft, low groan of pleasure.

When he was fully pressed into her, he stopped to give her some time to adjust, though every fiber of him protested it and wanted to keep going. He wanted this to be good for both of them.

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[info]finder
2010-09-18 03:25 am UTC (link)
Jaime shivered a little, trying to keep her rattling nerves in check when he kissed her body. She had ... silly worries. That she wasn't curved enough, that her breasts were too small, that he wasn't attracted to her appearance. Ridiculous, she knew, since ... he was here, and they were together like this, and then he was sliding inside of her, effectively shoving the rest of the thoughts out of her head.

Jaime made a few soft noises as she felt him pushing his length inside of her. She groaned when she felt him buried completely, whimpering faintly when he ... stopped. "Mal," she gasped, rolling her hips under him to try to encourage him to move, writhing as she wrapped her arms around him. "Mal, Mal," she whispered urgently, aching, needing to feel him moving inside of her.

She could go slow, sure, if that was what he wanted, or needed, or if it was hurting his foot, but oh, she wouldn't mind at all if he just started to thrust into her.

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[info]accordingtoplan
2010-09-18 05:38 am UTC (link)
He had been planning to start slower, to build up to a faster pace, but at the urgency in her voice, the way she moved against him, he didn't have the strength to hold off. He hoped that he was giving her what she wanted as he placed his hands on either side of her head, above her shoulders and began to move against her, hard and fast, trying to be aware of how she was taking it, trying to maintain enough control that he could stop if she wasn't liking it, change how this was going if he needed to. But his eyes were all but rolling back into his head in pleasure, and he groaned deeply, ducking his head slightly as he thrust into her.

"Jaime," he moaned in response, his breathing becoming harsh and punctuated by the sounds of their bodies moving together as they were. He'd needed this, and more than he realized.

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[info]finder
2010-09-18 05:52 am UTC (link)
She cried out, softer noises parting her lips after that. She tightened her arms around him, short nails digging against his back, scrabbling against his heated skin as she started to move under him. She whimpered when he moaned her name, a little tremor pulsing through her ... not quite an orgasm, but something like an echo of one.

Jaime didn't spend too much time analyzing the feeling though. It was what it was, and Mal -- her Mal -- was creating the feelings. She tipped her chin back, her throat bared to him if he was inclined to kiss or lick or bite or suck or mark her, and she shuddered softly as she tightened herself around him.

Ridiculous as it was, she was already close, the way he was pounding into her like he was. "Mal," she breathed, her head craning back further as her arms tightened more around him, her hips thrusting back up against him as she drew ever closer to an edge.

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[info]accordingtoplan
2010-09-18 07:52 am UTC (link)
When she tilted her neck back, he was drawn to it, his head ducking to kiss and suck at it gently. He didn't really intend to bite or mark - it wasn't really his impulse to - but he did gently tease the skin there as he moved with her, feeling himself push in and out of her body.

He felt her body shudder under him and he groaned deeply, increasing the pace, shifting the angle so that he could press into her deeper, hopefully rubbing more intently against her clit as he did so. He was beyond words, entirely running on feeling and instinct and need now as he moved against her. Wanting her. Needing her.

He was almost painfully close, and while he wanted to hold out to let her come firs,t he wasn't certain that he'd be able to at this point. With several more determined thrusts, he groaned again before he felt himself give way, spilling inside of her and hopeful that he'd done enough.

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[info]finder
2010-09-18 07:58 am UTC (link)
Jaime was completely lost in sensation. There weren't thoughts, not anymore. There was just him, and her, and lustloveneeddesirewant, primal things, instincts and feelings and sensations. She gasped when the angle changed, when she felt him rubbing so damn pleasurably against her, when she felt herself tensing up. She felt her release crashing through her, barely aware of his own, save for the faint registration of the fact he was groaning.

She was aware then of the faint pulsing of his cock as he came inside of her, and her shoulders slumped against the bed. She didn't release him though ... not yet. She kept her arms around him, kept her legs parted like they were, wanted to keep him over her at least for now. She knew he'd soften and slip free from her soon, but until then, she wanted to stay like this, holding him, feeling the slight tickling sensation of part of him inside of her.

She wanted to tell him she loved him, but the words caught in her throat. He didn't quite love her yet, and she didn't want to create any awkward by saying it, now, and having him unable to return the sentiment. So she remained silent, an expression of complete (if somewhat sleepy) contentment on her face.

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[info]accordingtoplan
2010-09-18 10:51 pm UTC (link)
He lost track of time, of how long they lay there like that, trying to get breathing under control and remind muscles that they served other functions. Like being able to move so that they weren't crushing people, like he was. He did slowly become aware of the way that his arms and legs were comfortably spasming with the effort of keeping most of his weight off of her, and the familiar dull throbbing sensation in his foot (which had possibly increased, but he was ignoring that) but he still sort of ignored that for a moment. He was comfortable like he was if she was comfortable having him over her. Which she seemed to be, if the way she'd yet to release him was any indication.

"Al'right darlin'?" he mumbled, not entirely sure that all the sounds managed to leave his mouth, as he'd kind of slurred them out in a really contented sounding jumble. But maybe she'd get the impression of what he was trying to say.

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[info]finder
2010-09-18 11:16 pm UTC (link)
Jaime giggled a little as he slurred something at her. "Yeah," she agreed before she slowly relaxed her grip on him to just rub at his back and sides, softly caressing him.

She tipped her chin down to gaze at him, studying his face. So he'd had her now ... was he going to leave her? But no, not him. Not now. She had to stop thinking that way about him ... though it was reflex to her. She assumed the worst and was wary when it didn't play out that way. He seemed genuine though, and she wondered if she could accept that.

Lifting her head, she pressed a kiss to his cheek, and then his lips though only briefly. "Nap time?" she suggested. "Or should I go pester Simon for some drugs for your foot?"

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[info]accordingtoplan
2010-09-19 05:07 am UTC (link)
When she relaxed her grip on him, he let out a shaky exhale before he moved to pull out of her, easing his way down onto one side before moving to curl her up against him, holding her close. His eyes drifted closed for a moment before he opened them again to peer at her at his question.

He thought that he could do with some drugs, but the pain wasn't too much that he couldn't handle it. Besides, "I reckon I ain't lettin' you go anywhere for the next little bit 'less you absolutely need to. M'comfy here."

He was only half teasing. He'd let her go if she wanted to, of course, but there was no way he was going to be happy about it.

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[info]finder
2010-09-19 05:27 am UTC (link)
Jaime flushed with pleasure at his words. Perhaps it was ridiculous, and maybe she was reading too much into it, but it was sort of nice to react positively to things rather than not. Scooting down a little, she fished around for her shirt, slipping it on before she resettled herself against him.

"If you're sure you're all right," she said. She was fine just crashing here, having a snooze with him. Staying the night. Whichever.

Maybe letting go and relaxing and trusting him wasn't going to be the nightmare she feared it would. This felt nice. Felt right. It still scared her, and she was still waiting for the bad news to come crashing in, but there was definitely an acceptance, however tentative, that she might have found something real here.

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[info]accordingtoplan
2010-09-19 10:22 am UTC (link)
"M'sure," he confirmed, his eyes closing lightly, resting against her comfortably. It wasn't anything new and different, after all - just a dull throb. He'd get over it. Besides, he'd be asleep soon. It wouldn't bother him in his sleep.

"Don' have'ta stay long, you don't want to," he wanted to clarify that he was half kidding when he said that he was going to keep her here. "C'n go once m'sleepin', you got somewhere you'd rather be, s'long 's you come back."

He was very firm on that, even through the tired. He wanted her here when he got up or he was liable to get pouty.

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[info]finder
2010-09-19 10:56 am UTC (link)
"I'll be here," she promised him. "I'm not going anywhere," she whispered, wonder if he even heard, or if he was already too far under. She rubbed his arm lightly before shifting a little to settle more comfortably against him.

Jaime sighed, feeling ... content? Was that it? It didn't quite seem all the way to happy, but there was definitely some satisfaction and pleasure there. So, it had taken them a long, awkward road to get here. They were here, and that was the important part.

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