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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]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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