Big Damn Dog
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lit_galI do not know why I am so tired. I cannot get my mojo on. As much as I wanted to get the full scene done for Taming the Muse, it's not going to get done. I am, however, giving you a nice setup for serious sex in the next chapter
Big Damn Dog
Taming the Muse Prompt: Beguile
Pairing: Mal/Jayne
Rating: Adult
Nandi survived (thanks to a little help from an unexpected source), and now she's determined to repay her debts by applying a little complaion persuasion on two very stubborn men.
http://lit-gal.livejournal.com/287571.html - Chapter One
http://lit-gal.livejournal.com/395998.ht
Chapter Six
Mal looked around Nandi’s room. The woman lay on her bed, the white bandage wound around her lower leg where a bit of lead had caught her, but overall, they’d done a good sight better than Mal had expected. Of course, it helped some that River had taken out most of Burgess’ crew. Watching her fight was downright creepifying, but Mal would take any help he could get when they were outnumbered five to one.
“That’s quite some crew you have.”
“That it is,” Mal said proudly. Nandi’s room was less fussy than Inara, that’s for sure. She moaned as she swung her legs off the side of the bed and sat up, and Mal moved toward her to offer his hand. Walking around with a bullet hole in your leg wasn’t the easiest, but Nandi wasn’t the sort to order back into bed. She took his hand and laid some considering weight on it as she pulled herself up.
“I should offer my appreciation formally,” she said with a smile.
Mal could feel the familiar heat gather in his stomach even though it’d been an embarrassingly long time since he’d allowed himself that particular pleasure. And seeing how tender Nandi walked, it was going to be a long time yet. Mal wasn’t into bedding an injured woman. “Might be this is a bad time for offering, although I do appreciate the thought.”
“I had something a little more complicated… and a little more enjoyable… in mind,” Nandi said in that tone that always made Mal start to feel distrustful of women. It seemed like the minute they tried making you happy, they went and did something to make a man powerfully unhappy.
“Not to turn down a lady,” he started, “but I hate complications.”
Nandi smiled. “You do seem like the sort of man who would say that.”
“Any particular reason for that particular expression as you’re saying that?” Mal asked. He hadn’t really seen much in the way of manipulation out of Nandi yet, but he figured any companion had more than her fair share in her. Inara did. Mal never could figure out how to keep clear of that woman’s wiles.
Mal might have expected some fancy talk, but Nandi looked right at him. “I did train as a companion you know. I read people pretty well.” She said it the way another might announce the day of the week.
“Good for you,” Mal offered, feeling like he was walking a minefield.
“She’s a hell of a woman.”
“Who?” Mal had an uncomfortable feeling he knew who Nandi was talking about.
“Inara.”
Well, cao. That was the one subject Mal would rather avoid. “She’s a cherry blossom. But I reckon you know more about her than I do.”
“Perhaps,” Nandi admitted far too easily. “I think you know Jayne must better.”
“Jayne?” Mal was feeling a little emotionally whiplashed at this point. Nandi changed subject faster than River on a bad day.
“Mr. Cobb,” Nandi added as though Mal didn’t know Jayne’s full name. “The man who is proving so very popular with my girls. Popular and unusually virile.”
“That ain’t something I’ve really thought on.”
“I doubt that.”
Mal reared back. “Excuse me?”
Nandi gave an unladylike snort. “There ain’t a one of my girls you’ve looked at as long or as loving as either of those two—Inara and Jayne. Of course, you seem to spend just as much time looking at your guns, but I’m assuming you’d rather bed the humans.” She grinned at Mal, and Mal figured he didn’t even have words to express just how disturbing that was. “It’s an unusual man who can have such wide-reaching interests. For a man who avoids complications, you do seem rather complicated. Then again, sometimes complications just crop up.”
“That they do. I reckon you need your rest, so I’ll be going,” Mal said, and for the first time, he figured that Nandi’s wiles were about as dangerous as Inara’s. He needed out of this room.
“You keep this up, and you’ll lose both of them.” Nandi warned before Mal could do more than turn his back. Mal might have ignored her, but her tone of voice made it clear that she wasn’t playing, and Mal could feel the fear that settled into his stomach. He could already feel the shifting, the way Inara inched away from him, the strain every time Jayne looked to him and Mal didn’t know what to say. It was hell, being captain and watching the crew you assembled slow start to crumble.
Nandi’s expression turned soft. “Well, I don’t think either of us ever managed to really have Inara, no matter how much both of us have tried, and I get the feeling that we both have tried in our own ways. However, you have Jayne. That man is desperate to please you. He’s a big, old hunting dog looking to bring back some prey and drop at your feet, but if you don’t let him do his job, he’s going to take off.”
A jolt of surprise hit Mal. “What is it with everyone calling Jayne a dog?”
“If the shoe fits…” Nandi limped over and grabbed a bottle and two glasses off a shelf before hobbling over and dropping down onto the couch. “Ancient cultures believed that people had spirit animals. Maybe there’s something to that because some people do seem very animal-like, and your Jayne is a junkyard dog. He’s all teeth, and he bite is worse than his bark, which is saying something because Jayne does have quite the ability to curse out people he don’t like. However, he’s still got the heart of a loyal dog under all that.”
Mal narrowed his eyes. “Inara told you to go saying that.”
“No. If she had, I would have been offended and I would have demanded to know if she thought so little of me that she thought I couldn’t see the truth for myself.” She leaned back and really looked Mal up and down. “Hell, if I were a companion, I’d try to find a subtle way of approaching the truth. Fact is, I ain’t so interested in the soft approach anymore, so let me put this out there. I can see how much you lust after both of them, but as one spurned would-be lover to another, your chances are better with Inara ain’t good. Now Jayne, that one would roll over for you in a second.” Nandi held up a glass of whiskey, inviting Mal to come sit with her.
“Does it bother you that I’m thinking on what it would be like if you two were in bed?” Mal asked as he tried real hard to not start thinking on Jayne. Jayne was too big and too goram scary to go thinking on in that way. Considering the number of times everyone else kept comparing him to an attack dog, Mal thought that was fairly obviously. So, if he wanted a woman off track, insulting usually worked.
Instead of getting offended, Nandi just laughed. “Fantasy is a healthy part of any good sex life.” She surrendered the glass to Mal and then took the second glass, filled it, and tossed back a goodly amount of straight whiskey. “So, I figure you call Jayne down here, and we’ll get this sorted now.”
Mal had been just settling in on the couch, but he froze. The way Nandi said that, she made it sound like they’d come to some sort of agreement, but Mal sure didn’t remember agreeing to anything.
“And what sort of sorting do you have in mind?” Mal eased the glass back down to the table without drinking. He needed his wits around all these womenfolk.
“You and Jayne. I figure a good dose of Jayne will settle you down, and Jayne certainly needs you to get a good hold on that leash before he can get lost again… that or wear out all my girls.”
Mal narrowed his eyes. If she had issues with how Jayne was taking out trade, she should be up front with it, not play this game. “Me and my crew aren’t your business,” he pointed out, his tone warning enough.
Instead of taking that warning, Nandi reached for one of their radios and pressed the button. “Jayne, you there?” Nandi asked.
For a second, the radio was silent, and then it clicked on, and Mal could hear the rustling and a distant giggle before Jayne’s voice answered. “Trouble?” he asked. Mal respected that about Jayne… he was a plain-talking man who got to the point. He wasn’t the brightest and his judgment was crap, but he didn’t deserve to have Nandi play games with him.
“Enough,” Mal said firmly.
She ignored him. “How many male lovers have you had?” Nandi came right out and asked.
Mal’s mouth about dropped open. He’d never ask a man that. Never. He’d really never ask Jayne that, not unless he was looking to have his teeth knocked out. Most placed out here, men who were sly ran into plenty of idiots who would treat them womanly. Now Mal had no problems with them who were sly, but he sure didn’t want anyone treating him or his crew womanly. Not unless you were talking about Zoe’s sort of womanly.
Instead of getting offended, Jayne answered pretty plain, “A bit north of a dozen, I reckon.”
“You have a preference about top or bottom?” Nandi sounded so calm, which was strange because Mal’s body was hitting most every panic button. He could feel his heart drumming in his chest and his head sort of wobble as the shock robbed him of control and the ability to have any coherent thoughts of his own.
“Not so much,” Jayne answered. “Ain’t a one of your sly boys does nothing for me, though. Why are you asking?” Jayne finally thought to demand.
“I need you to come on down here.”
“Why?” Jayne was sounding angry now.
“Mal’s down here with me,” Nandi said. There was a moment no more than two heartbeat’s time of perfect silence before Jayne answered.
“I’m on my way.” The radio clicked into silence. Giving Mal a satisfied grin, she put the radio down and reached for the whiskey bottle.
“You’re beguiling us,” Mal said when he finally found his voice.
“No, I ain’t. I’m saying straight up that if you have two bits worth of sense, you’ll fuck that man until he’s curled up and happy at your feet,” Nandi disagreed. “If you had any doubt about what Jayne wanted, I think he just resolved those for you.”
Mal opened his mouth to disagree, but he couldn’t. She’d asked Jayne on his attitude toward sexing men, and then suggested he had to get down here to Mal, and Jayne hadn’t even twitched. He hadn’t protested. He hadn’t demanded to know what in the name of all that was unholy they were playing at. If Nandi’d tried having that conversation with the doc or Wash, it would have ended different. But Jayne… Jayne who had sexed more than a dozen men, and Mal couldn’t even figure out how he was feeling on that… Jayne was coming. Jayne was going to show up here in a few minutes.
Reaching for the whiskey, Mal downed it almost automatically. Nandi had the bottle and she tipped a generous amount into his glass the second he emptied the first bit.
“When exactly did I lose control?” Mal asked weakly. The universe was turning too damn fast for him.
“About the time you were born,” Nandi answered. “People don’t have near as much control as they think… not a one of them. I figured that out the day I quit the companion guild and came out here. But the good news is that it’s plenty fun learning to get the control back.”
Mal snorted and downed his second glass of whiskey. It burned all the way down and settled onto his sour stomach uncomfortably.
“For me,” Nandi went on all casually, like they were discussing the weather or some gou shi that didn’t matter. It was disturbing. Then again, Mal was starting to think all women were disturbing. “Well, I found that learning to curse and use the word ‘ain’t’ made for a real sense of control. That and destroying a fine dulcimer by beating it to death. That was downright therapeutic. But everyone has to find their own control. I just figured I would help you along.”
“Help.” The word came out strangled and sounding a bit like a bleating sheep.
“You helped me and mine, so I figure I owe it to you to help you and yours.”
There was a flaw in that logic. Mal knew it. He just couldn’t figure out where. And he didn’t have much time for figuring because there was a loud knock on the door that suggested Jayne had just gone out of his way to make good time up here. Mal hadn’t ever been quite so annoyed by punctuality in his crew.
“Come in,” Nandi called about the time Mal started considering jumping out windows. Unfortunately, he ran out of time because a rather confused looking Jayne stuck his head in the door.
“You wanted something?” he asked uncertainly as he came in.
“I certainly do.” Nandi poured herself another glass of whiskey. “I want to pay off a debt I owe. So, Mr. Cobb, I was wondering if you could assist me in removing Mal’s head from his rather nicely shaped ass.”
Big Damn DogTaming the Muse Prompt: Beguile
Pairing: Mal/Jayne
Rating: Adult
Nandi survived (thanks to a little help from an unexpected source), and now she's determined to repay her debts by applying a little complaion persuasion on two very stubborn men.
http://lit-gal.livejournal.com/287571.html - Chapter One
http://lit-gal.livejournal.com/296957.ht
http://lit-gal.livejournal.com/395768.hthttp://lit-gal.livejournal.com/395998.ht
Chapter Six
Mal looked around Nandi’s room. The woman lay on her bed, the white bandage wound around her lower leg where a bit of lead had caught her, but overall, they’d done a good sight better than Mal had expected. Of course, it helped some that River had taken out most of Burgess’ crew. Watching her fight was downright creepifying, but Mal would take any help he could get when they were outnumbered five to one.
“That’s quite some crew you have.”
“That it is,” Mal said proudly. Nandi’s room was less fussy than Inara, that’s for sure. She moaned as she swung her legs off the side of the bed and sat up, and Mal moved toward her to offer his hand. Walking around with a bullet hole in your leg wasn’t the easiest, but Nandi wasn’t the sort to order back into bed. She took his hand and laid some considering weight on it as she pulled herself up.
“I should offer my appreciation formally,” she said with a smile.
Mal could feel the familiar heat gather in his stomach even though it’d been an embarrassingly long time since he’d allowed himself that particular pleasure. And seeing how tender Nandi walked, it was going to be a long time yet. Mal wasn’t into bedding an injured woman. “Might be this is a bad time for offering, although I do appreciate the thought.”
“I had something a little more complicated… and a little more enjoyable… in mind,” Nandi said in that tone that always made Mal start to feel distrustful of women. It seemed like the minute they tried making you happy, they went and did something to make a man powerfully unhappy.
“Not to turn down a lady,” he started, “but I hate complications.”
Nandi smiled. “You do seem like the sort of man who would say that.”
“Any particular reason for that particular expression as you’re saying that?” Mal asked. He hadn’t really seen much in the way of manipulation out of Nandi yet, but he figured any companion had more than her fair share in her. Inara did. Mal never could figure out how to keep clear of that woman’s wiles.
Mal might have expected some fancy talk, but Nandi looked right at him. “I did train as a companion you know. I read people pretty well.” She said it the way another might announce the day of the week.
“Good for you,” Mal offered, feeling like he was walking a minefield.
“She’s a hell of a woman.”
“Who?” Mal had an uncomfortable feeling he knew who Nandi was talking about.
“Inara.”
Well, cao. That was the one subject Mal would rather avoid. “She’s a cherry blossom. But I reckon you know more about her than I do.”
“Perhaps,” Nandi admitted far too easily. “I think you know Jayne must better.”
“Jayne?” Mal was feeling a little emotionally whiplashed at this point. Nandi changed subject faster than River on a bad day.
“Mr. Cobb,” Nandi added as though Mal didn’t know Jayne’s full name. “The man who is proving so very popular with my girls. Popular and unusually virile.”
“That ain’t something I’ve really thought on.”
“I doubt that.”
Mal reared back. “Excuse me?”
Nandi gave an unladylike snort. “There ain’t a one of my girls you’ve looked at as long or as loving as either of those two—Inara and Jayne. Of course, you seem to spend just as much time looking at your guns, but I’m assuming you’d rather bed the humans.” She grinned at Mal, and Mal figured he didn’t even have words to express just how disturbing that was. “It’s an unusual man who can have such wide-reaching interests. For a man who avoids complications, you do seem rather complicated. Then again, sometimes complications just crop up.”
“That they do. I reckon you need your rest, so I’ll be going,” Mal said, and for the first time, he figured that Nandi’s wiles were about as dangerous as Inara’s. He needed out of this room.
“You keep this up, and you’ll lose both of them.” Nandi warned before Mal could do more than turn his back. Mal might have ignored her, but her tone of voice made it clear that she wasn’t playing, and Mal could feel the fear that settled into his stomach. He could already feel the shifting, the way Inara inched away from him, the strain every time Jayne looked to him and Mal didn’t know what to say. It was hell, being captain and watching the crew you assembled slow start to crumble.
Nandi’s expression turned soft. “Well, I don’t think either of us ever managed to really have Inara, no matter how much both of us have tried, and I get the feeling that we both have tried in our own ways. However, you have Jayne. That man is desperate to please you. He’s a big, old hunting dog looking to bring back some prey and drop at your feet, but if you don’t let him do his job, he’s going to take off.”
A jolt of surprise hit Mal. “What is it with everyone calling Jayne a dog?”
“If the shoe fits…” Nandi limped over and grabbed a bottle and two glasses off a shelf before hobbling over and dropping down onto the couch. “Ancient cultures believed that people had spirit animals. Maybe there’s something to that because some people do seem very animal-like, and your Jayne is a junkyard dog. He’s all teeth, and he bite is worse than his bark, which is saying something because Jayne does have quite the ability to curse out people he don’t like. However, he’s still got the heart of a loyal dog under all that.”
Mal narrowed his eyes. “Inara told you to go saying that.”
“No. If she had, I would have been offended and I would have demanded to know if she thought so little of me that she thought I couldn’t see the truth for myself.” She leaned back and really looked Mal up and down. “Hell, if I were a companion, I’d try to find a subtle way of approaching the truth. Fact is, I ain’t so interested in the soft approach anymore, so let me put this out there. I can see how much you lust after both of them, but as one spurned would-be lover to another, your chances are better with Inara ain’t good. Now Jayne, that one would roll over for you in a second.” Nandi held up a glass of whiskey, inviting Mal to come sit with her.
“Does it bother you that I’m thinking on what it would be like if you two were in bed?” Mal asked as he tried real hard to not start thinking on Jayne. Jayne was too big and too goram scary to go thinking on in that way. Considering the number of times everyone else kept comparing him to an attack dog, Mal thought that was fairly obviously. So, if he wanted a woman off track, insulting usually worked.
Instead of getting offended, Nandi just laughed. “Fantasy is a healthy part of any good sex life.” She surrendered the glass to Mal and then took the second glass, filled it, and tossed back a goodly amount of straight whiskey. “So, I figure you call Jayne down here, and we’ll get this sorted now.”
Mal had been just settling in on the couch, but he froze. The way Nandi said that, she made it sound like they’d come to some sort of agreement, but Mal sure didn’t remember agreeing to anything.
“And what sort of sorting do you have in mind?” Mal eased the glass back down to the table without drinking. He needed his wits around all these womenfolk.
“You and Jayne. I figure a good dose of Jayne will settle you down, and Jayne certainly needs you to get a good hold on that leash before he can get lost again… that or wear out all my girls.”
Mal narrowed his eyes. If she had issues with how Jayne was taking out trade, she should be up front with it, not play this game. “Me and my crew aren’t your business,” he pointed out, his tone warning enough.
Instead of taking that warning, Nandi reached for one of their radios and pressed the button. “Jayne, you there?” Nandi asked.
For a second, the radio was silent, and then it clicked on, and Mal could hear the rustling and a distant giggle before Jayne’s voice answered. “Trouble?” he asked. Mal respected that about Jayne… he was a plain-talking man who got to the point. He wasn’t the brightest and his judgment was crap, but he didn’t deserve to have Nandi play games with him.
“Enough,” Mal said firmly.
She ignored him. “How many male lovers have you had?” Nandi came right out and asked.
Mal’s mouth about dropped open. He’d never ask a man that. Never. He’d really never ask Jayne that, not unless he was looking to have his teeth knocked out. Most placed out here, men who were sly ran into plenty of idiots who would treat them womanly. Now Mal had no problems with them who were sly, but he sure didn’t want anyone treating him or his crew womanly. Not unless you were talking about Zoe’s sort of womanly.
Instead of getting offended, Jayne answered pretty plain, “A bit north of a dozen, I reckon.”
“You have a preference about top or bottom?” Nandi sounded so calm, which was strange because Mal’s body was hitting most every panic button. He could feel his heart drumming in his chest and his head sort of wobble as the shock robbed him of control and the ability to have any coherent thoughts of his own.
“Not so much,” Jayne answered. “Ain’t a one of your sly boys does nothing for me, though. Why are you asking?” Jayne finally thought to demand.
“I need you to come on down here.”
“Why?” Jayne was sounding angry now.
“Mal’s down here with me,” Nandi said. There was a moment no more than two heartbeat’s time of perfect silence before Jayne answered.
“I’m on my way.” The radio clicked into silence. Giving Mal a satisfied grin, she put the radio down and reached for the whiskey bottle.
“You’re beguiling us,” Mal said when he finally found his voice.
“No, I ain’t. I’m saying straight up that if you have two bits worth of sense, you’ll fuck that man until he’s curled up and happy at your feet,” Nandi disagreed. “If you had any doubt about what Jayne wanted, I think he just resolved those for you.”
Mal opened his mouth to disagree, but he couldn’t. She’d asked Jayne on his attitude toward sexing men, and then suggested he had to get down here to Mal, and Jayne hadn’t even twitched. He hadn’t protested. He hadn’t demanded to know what in the name of all that was unholy they were playing at. If Nandi’d tried having that conversation with the doc or Wash, it would have ended different. But Jayne… Jayne who had sexed more than a dozen men, and Mal couldn’t even figure out how he was feeling on that… Jayne was coming. Jayne was going to show up here in a few minutes.
Reaching for the whiskey, Mal downed it almost automatically. Nandi had the bottle and she tipped a generous amount into his glass the second he emptied the first bit.
“When exactly did I lose control?” Mal asked weakly. The universe was turning too damn fast for him.
“About the time you were born,” Nandi answered. “People don’t have near as much control as they think… not a one of them. I figured that out the day I quit the companion guild and came out here. But the good news is that it’s plenty fun learning to get the control back.”
Mal snorted and downed his second glass of whiskey. It burned all the way down and settled onto his sour stomach uncomfortably.
“For me,” Nandi went on all casually, like they were discussing the weather or some gou shi that didn’t matter. It was disturbing. Then again, Mal was starting to think all women were disturbing. “Well, I found that learning to curse and use the word ‘ain’t’ made for a real sense of control. That and destroying a fine dulcimer by beating it to death. That was downright therapeutic. But everyone has to find their own control. I just figured I would help you along.”
“Help.” The word came out strangled and sounding a bit like a bleating sheep.
“You helped me and mine, so I figure I owe it to you to help you and yours.”
There was a flaw in that logic. Mal knew it. He just couldn’t figure out where. And he didn’t have much time for figuring because there was a loud knock on the door that suggested Jayne had just gone out of his way to make good time up here. Mal hadn’t ever been quite so annoyed by punctuality in his crew.
“Come in,” Nandi called about the time Mal started considering jumping out windows. Unfortunately, he ran out of time because a rather confused looking Jayne stuck his head in the door.
“You wanted something?” he asked uncertainly as he came in.
“I certainly do.” Nandi poured herself another glass of whiskey. “I want to pay off a debt I owe. So, Mr. Cobb, I was wondering if you could assist me in removing Mal’s head from his rather nicely shaped ass.”
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Date: 2011-09-18 05:13 am (UTC)“I think you know Jayne must better.” - much better?
but as one spurned would-be lover to another, your chances are better with Inara ain’t good. - I believe you'll want to take out 'are better'.
Hee, still. Fun times!
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Date: 2011-09-18 12:45 pm (UTC)There's no turning back now.
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Date: 2011-09-18 03:34 pm (UTC)Jayne, was such an amazing character.
*Sigh, damned Rupert Murdoch*
Great story, I'll be waiting for the updates.
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