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toxic_cornSeries: When I Was A Boy
Title: Dirty Sunshine (8/12)
Author: Toxic Corn
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Like father like son...
Notes: The sequel series to Songs From A Firefly. To read earlier chapters of this story, check out the Organizational Post.
Dirty Sunshine
It was David’s eighteenth birthday and Jamey wanted to kill him. A part of him felt guilty for feeling that way, because David had no idea what it was that was getting Jamey’s goat.
Just that morning, he’d overheard a conversation between Lady and Vee.
“So, are you still going to give David that special present you were talking about?”
“Vee, shhhh! It’s not that funny!”
“Sure it is. You’re gonna de-virginify David and he doesn’t even know it yet!”
Long ago when David and Lady had officially paired up, Jamey had tried to let his infatuation with her go. He thought he’d been getting better but apparently the thought of them sexing was too much for his brainpan to handle.
Usually he went to the engine room to take his mind off things or he’d goof around with Nettie. Aunt Kaylee didn’t need him in the engine room today and Nettie was gone, so he had to go a more drastic route to distract himself.
~*~
Emmaline stared glumly into her glass of apple juice and wished herself far, far away. Back home, maybe. Sure, she’d have to hear a lot about how she shouldn’t have left in the first place but all the “I told you so’s” in the ‘verse would be worth not living on this god-forsaken moon anymore.
If only she’d kept a better eye on her bag. That’s what she got for growing up on a planet where you didn’t have to lock your front door at night; it robbed you of a healthy suspicious attitude towards folk that she had to develop slowly on her own.
“Hey there, sugar puff.” A man came up to her side, leering. “Don’t think I’ve seen ya here before.”
“She’s new,” Marguerite said, patting Emmaline on the head with false affection. Emmaline wanted to recoil but stopped herself just in time. She’d hate to meet the back of Marguerite’s many-ringed hand again. “Care to take a ride, Cord?”
Cord looked Emmaline over. “Her titties are kinda small. Think I’ll stick with Shoshanna. Maybe another time though, sugar puff.” He gave her a lecherous wink and wandered off, bellowing Shoshanna’s name.
Emmaline sighed in relief. She hadn’t had to service many men since coming here, just one bald man who had called her Bernice the whole time and a dirty drifter who hadn’t been able to keep it up for very long.
Marguerite wrapped an arm around her shoulders and unseen by the others, pinched the top of Emmaline’s breast, making her yelp.
“You’d best be attractin’ more johns, little girl,” Marguerite hissed. “I got no problem with throwin’ ya out on your ass if you can’t earn your keep.”
“I’m trying,” Emmaline said, testily. “Unless you wanna pay for my breast implants, I’m not going to-”
Marguerite gasped, cutting Emmaline off. “That can’t be… he’d be so much… is that?” She let Emmaline go so abruptly, she nearly fell off the stool she was sitting on. The madam hurried off and Emmaline picked up her drink once more, sipping at it. It looked like alcohol but without the horrible effect; she’d been drunk her first job with the Bernice man and it hadn’t ended well.
“Well, hello there, sweet cheeks, what can Marguerite do for you today?” Marguerite asked, practically cooing. Curiously, Emmaline turned to see who she was talking to.
An uncertain-looking young man awkwardly shook the hand Marguerite had held out to be kissed. The madam pursed her lips and Emmaline giggled into her glass.
“I was looking for a… I mean, I just… I wanted to… um.” The man looked about ready to bolt but Marguerite snaked her arm through his.
“I know just what you need,” Maguerite said, patting him gently. “You need one of my girls. And I have the finest girls in town, you just ask anybody. That there’s Jenna, and Maxine, and…” She rattled off the names of each girl lounging around the room.
The young man was frowning, looking like he was ready to yank his arm away and run from the room. She almost felt bad for him and wondered why a good-looking kid like him was in a place like this.
“Um.” The man shook Marguerite’s arm off. “Maybe I can just look around?”
Marguerite looked put out but said, “Of course. Take your time, honey.”
Emmaline turned back to her drink, no longer interested. Maybe she should break into the other girls’ savings, use that cash to get the hell off this crappy moon and find one where chefs were needed. And this time around, she’d glue her bag to her hand if she needed to.
“What’s that you’re drinking?”
Surprised, Emmaline looked up and found the young man looming over her. She put on a big, fake smile. “Lager,” she chirped.
Before she knew what he was doing, he captured the hand holding her drink and brought the glass up to his nose for a sniff.
“Smells like apple juice,” he said, raising an eyebrow at her.
Emmaline blushed. “Look, I’ll do what you want, just don’t tell Marguerite that I was-”
The man’s brown eyes widened and he waved his hands at her. “No, no, don’t worry about it, I was only teasing you.” He looked around the room and then back at her. “You don’t really belong in a place like this, do ya?
“What do you mean?” Emmaline folded her arms and scooted away when he took the stool next to her at the wet bar.
“There’s something about ya. Maybe something in the eyes.” He gazed at her for a long moment and Emmaline could feel her face get a little hotter. “Yeah. You actually got more than half a brain.”
That surprised a laugh out of her. “Really, now?”
“Uh huh.” He grinned and ducked his head. “My name’s James.”
“Emmaline.”
“That’s pretty. You go by Emma or…?”
“No, just Emmaline.”
“Ah. I see.”
They sat there in awkward silence for a moment.
“Do- do you want to go upstairs, James?” Emmaline asked.
“Do you?” he blurted and then winced. “I didn’t mean... I’m sorry, I just-”
“This is your first time in a whorehouse, huh?” Emmaline was charmed by his blush. She so seldom saw that in this line of business and it was nice to know that there were men out there who didn’t feel as if every woman in the ‘verse owed him.
“It is,” he admitted. “I never thought that I’d ever come to a place like this.”
“Neither did I,” she said, softly.
He looked up from where he’d been tracing his finger over the wooden counter and they stared at each other as if trying to figure one another out.
“Well!” Marguerite came up behind them, dropping her hands onto their shoulders. “Looks like you’ve made your choice!”
~*~
Jamey took the hand Emmaline offered him and followed her into the room, shutting the door behind them. She released him for a moment to light the lantern next to the bed, which gave the room a kind of orangey light.
She flicked a piece of her pale blonde hair out of her eye and sat down on the bed. “Are you gonna join me?”
“Oh!” Jamey realized he’d been staring and hurried over to the bed where he dropped down so hard the tinier Emmaline bounced up into the air. He was absolutely mortified until she started giggling. Then he started to laugh, too.
“I think we’re off to a good start,” Emmaline said, playfully. She reached out a hand and traced a finger over his jacket lapel. “You can lose this if you’re plannin’ on staying a while.”
Jamey shrugged off the jacket and pulled off his boots and socks for good measure. Then he looked at her expectantly.
She furrowed her brow. “What?”
“What what?”
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she laughed.
“Like what?”
“Like I’m supposed to break this down for you step by step.” She slapped her forehead. “You’ve never been to this kind of place before, that’s why. Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Jamey said, glad that that was the conclusion she’d drawn.
Smiling, Emmaline inched closer to him, her head nearing his. He ducked his head to meet her lips but she ended up going lower and started to unbutton his shirt.
“Don’t need this,” she said softly.
“Sure don’t,” Jamey agreed and automatically felt ridiculous.
She didn’t laugh at him but peeled the fabric off his shoulders, exposing his chest to her view. She sighed, softly.
“What?” he asked, a little alarmed.
“Nothing,” she said, and ran her fingers between his pecs. “It’s just been so long since I’ve been with anyone young and in good shape.” She leaned forward and kissed where her fingers had been. “It’s nice.”
“Thank you,” he whispered, his throat feeling dry.
She pulled back and smiled. “My turn.”
He stared at her.
“My shirt, James.”
“Oh! Right.” Her shirt was a flimsy little tank top and he had no trouble pulling it off as she raised her arms to assist him. He watched her blonde hair fall back around her shoulders and thought he’d never seen anything prettier. Which puzzled him since blonde women usually didn’t do it for him.
She tapped the white strapless bra she was wearing. “This too.”
He swallowed. Nettie wore bras and he’d done her laundry lots of times but none of hers looked anything like this. He knew that the fastener was in the back, though. Wiping his sweaty hands on his thighs, he reached around Emmaline’s tiny frame to get to the snap.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
Jamey quickly pulled away. “I was trying t-”
She covered his hands with her much smaller ones and brought them to her front. “It opens here.”
“Oh.” Blushing, Jamey found the clasp easily enough and only fumbled a second before getting it open. It fell behind her and he gaped at the first pair of real breasts he’d ever seen.
“I know they’re kind of small,” Emmaline said, sounding almost apologetic.
Jamey shook his head. “No. They’re perfect.” He cautiously reached out to touch but paused to look up into her eyes for permission. When she smiled and nodded, he cupped one of her breasts and watched in fascination as her little pink nipple hardened. Experimentally, he brushed his thumb over it.
Emmaline made a tiny whimpering noise and Jamey pulled away. “Are you all right?”
She nodded and took his hand. “I liked it, James.” She tilted her head to the side. “Do you really go by James? Or are you a Jim or a Jimmy?”
“I’m actually a Jamey,” he said.
“Jamey.” She appeared to consider it for a second, then nodded again. “It suits you. Jamey.”
He smiled at her and she smiled back, her dark blue eyes crinkling at the corners. She looked so beautiful that he impulsively leaned forward and kissed her.
~*~
He was so sweetly eager and good at this that she hated to stop him. But she knew she had to. Emmaline pressed a hand to his chest and pushed him back.
“You can’t do that, Jamey.”
“Why not?” He looked so adorable in his confusion that for a second, she wondered “why not” herself before remembering the reason.
“It’s against the rules.”
He frowned. “I didn’t know there were rules.”
“There aren’t many but you have to follow them. No kissing is near the top of the list, just under ‘Always pay in cash.’”
“Okay, I won’t kiss you again.”
“You can kiss me!” Emmaline said, cupping the back of his head. “Just not on the mouth. See?” She pressed a hot kiss where his jaw met his neck then blew in his ear. “That’s allowed.”
He shivered and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his lap. Jamey bent his head and captured one of her nipples between his lips, giving it a soft suck, making Emmaline gasp and grab at his shoulders.
“That allowed?” he asked, roughly.
“Uh huh,” she gasped.
“Good.” He went right back to what he was doing and Emmaline sank bonelessly against him. She’d had other men do this, yes, but with Jamey it felt… new. Like this was her first time.
He pulled away, panting, and stared at her with dilated eyes. “Maybe we should lay down?”
“Mmm.” Emmaline slumped onto the bed and cracked one eye open to watch him stare at her. “What do you think comes next, Jamey?”
He swallowed and then his shaking hands reached out for her skirt, gently tugging it down her hips.
“Smart boy.”
~*~
Jamey dropped the skirt to the floor and hooked his fingers in the waistband of her pink underwear. He’d felt confident a few minutes ago and now he was nervous all over again.
“Go on,” Emmaline gently encouraged him.
Taking a deep breath, Jamey peeled the underwear off and gaped at what was revealed to him.
She was a natural blonde.
Emmaline smiled. “Now you.”
“But I’m not wearing a skirt,” Jamey joked, feebly.
“Do you need help?” She smiled wider.
“No, I got it.” He stood up and unbuckled his belt, letting his pants puddle around his feet. He started to blush and thanked whatever deity ruled the ‘verse that he had decided to wear the blue plaid boxers and not the yellow duck ones Nettie had gotten him as a joke for his birthday last year. It took a moment to gather up his courage and lower his boxers, too.
He froze when Emmaline gasped. “What?”
“Nothing,” she said, quickly.
“What’s wrong?” Jamey asked, concerned. “Are you all right?”
“Oh, I’m more than all right,” Emmaline blurted, then bit her lip. “You’re just not quite what I was expecting.”
Jamey looked down at his erection worriedly. “Is it…?”
“In a good way, Jamey.”
“Oh. Oh!” He knew he was grinning foolishly and tried to get it under control. “That’s a relief.”
Emmaline giggled and held her arms open to him. “I think we’re ready here, Jamey. Get a condom out of the bedside drawer.”
“Condom. Right.” Jamey opened the drawer and boggled at all the choices before going with a simple clear condom, forgoing the glow in the dark colors and the ones that promised to be different flavors. He carefully tore it open and then slid it on, remembering how Pop had told him this was done. Now he was grateful for that sex discussion though it had been humiliating at the time.
He lowered himself down into Emmaline’s waiting arms and felt the fear he’d been pushing aside suddenly rear up and make him freeze.
“Jamey? You okay?”
For a moment, he couldn’t speak. After a few tries, he managed, “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just… this is my first time.”
“You’ve already told me that. This isn’t going to be that much different from your other-”
“No, I mean this is my first time time.”
Emmaline looked up at him in confusion before realization dawned on her. “Your first…?”
He nodded, fear shifting over to make room for humiliation.
“Oh, Jamey. Are you sure you want to do this? Do you want it to be like this?”
If she’d asked him that when he’d first walked in the door, he would’ve said no. But looking into her compassionate eyes, not judging him but feeling concern for him, he knew there was no other place he’d rather be.
“I’m sure.”
~*~
Emmaline had never been someone’s first time before so she gently coached Jamey on how to start. She’d gasped when he’d first pushed into her and had to quickly reassure him that he hadn’t hurt her, in fact, the opposite was the truth.
She held him as he got used to the sensation and kissed his temple as he shook.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“No, don’t be.” She nuzzled a kiss onto his ear and stroked his muscled back. “It’s all right. Do you think you can move now?”
“I can try,” Jamey said, raggedly. He pulled out and then pushed back in experimentally and moaned.
“Just like that.” Emmaline cupped his shoulder blades and wrapped her legs around his waist. “Just like that, Jamey.”
For his first time, he had good instincts. He kept a slow, steady pace and after awhile an unfamiliar feeling started stirring in her lower body.
She’d heard about this but had never experienced it before.
“Oh god,” she moaned. “Jamey!”
“Is this okay?” he whispered, his tone gruff.
“Faster!”
He complied happily and it wasn’t long before she was almost there, it would take just the slightest push to get her to…
“You’re so perfect,” Jamey breathed, reverently. “Emmy!”
Her scream as she flew apart made Marguerite jump in surprise from all the way downstairs.
~*~
Jamey decided he liked the feel of her draped across his chest as they both caught their breath. So this was sex. It was every bit as amazing as he’d been led to believe yet nowhere near what he’d been expecting.
“How did you end up here?” Jamey asked, softly.
Emmaline purred and nuzzled his chest. “I left home to become a chef. Ever since I was little, I’ve been cooking and I’m damn good at it, too. But on the transport to Boros, someone stole my bag. It had everything in it, pictures from home, my clothes, all the money I had. The captain was angry and when he found out I couldn’t pay, he just dumped me here.
“At first, I worked in the diner on Main Street but it wasn’t as a chef. I was a dishwasher and it was hard, dirty work. When Marguerite came in one day and saw me on my break, she offered me a job. It sounded like the work was easier and I’d be paid a lot more. So here I am. Not a day goes by I don’t wish I’d kept a better eye on my bag.” She laughed, humorlessly. “A lesson to the kiddies at home…”
Jamey rubbed her shoulder. “I could get you a cook job if you want it.”
She sat up and looked at him in surprise. “Really?”
“Yeah. On my ship. Cap’s always mentioned getting a cook, so…”
The warmth fled from Emmaline’s expression. “On your ship.”
“Yeah, it’d be great. We have a spare bunk you could sleep in and you’d have free run of the- What’s the matter?” Jamey watched in confusion as Emmaline climbed from the bed and started pulling her clothes on.
“I think your hour’s almost up,” she said, shortly.
“Emmaline? Why are you-”
She spun on him and hissed, “I’m not going to be your personal whore, okay?!”
“WHAT?!” Jamey’s jaw dropped. “I said ‘cook’ not ‘whore.’”
She laughed and it had a hurt, brittle sound to it that made Jamey’s heart ache. “Yeah. You say cook. But then you’ll tell the crew my hard luck story and everyone will think they can get a ride from me whenever they need it because, hey she’s a professional! Forget it.”
“No one’s going to think that,” Jamey said, firmly. “Besides, we have a Companion on board.”
“Now I know you’re lying.”
“It’s the truth!” Jamey crossed his heart as she gave him a disbelieving look. “No one has to know what you did for a living. That’s your story to tell and your decision who to tell it to.”
“Right,” she said, flatly, shaking out her skirt.
“You don’t have to make a decision now,” Jamey said and accepted his boxer shorts she tossed at him. “But if you change your mind, I’m on the Firefly transport ship Serenity. We’re taking off tomorrow about ten or so. I’ll tell our captain, Malcolm Reynolds that I found a cook who’s interested in work, and if you show up, great.” He grabbed her arm, stilling her movements. “You don’t have to stay in this life, Emmaline.”
She looked conflicted but then her features hardened and she shook him off. “Yeah, you can save me from all this.”
“I didn’t mean it like that,” Jamey said, sadly.
“Finish getting dressed.” Emmaline slammed the door behind her.
~*~
“So where’s this cook you mentioned?” Cap looked around as if expecting her to fall from the sky and shake his hand.
“She might’ve had a hard time getting off work,” Jamey said, without much hope. It was 9:45 and everyone was getting antsy to leave.
“I don’t have time to wait around for mythical cooks, Jamey,” Cap said. “We have a full cargo hold and payment waitin’ for us on-”
“WAIT!”
Jamey and Cap spun around to see a tiny blonde girl holding a duffle bag running their way. Jamey grinned at her.
“Are you Captain Reynolds?” she asked Cap, not looking at Jamey. He hid his disappointment as best as he could.
“I am,” Cap said. “Are you our new cook?”
She blinked in surprise. “I’m already hired?”
“Yeah, Jamey vouched for you. Said you were a better cook then his Gramma Cobb and that’s sayin’ somethin’. I’m expectin’ wonders from you, girl. And your name was Emma?”
“Emmaline.”
“Emmaline. Jamey here’ll show you to one of the spare rooms and then he’ll take you to the kitchen. I’ve gotta get this boat up in the air, if you’ll excuse me.”
When Cap was gone, Jamey hit the button to close the doors. “So, uh, you made it.”
“I didn’t do it for you,” she snapped, adjusting the bag on her shoulder. “I couldn’t put up with Marguerite’s crap anymore and this was the first job I knew of.”
Jamey nodded. “Of course. Your bunk’s this way.”
With his back to her, he smiled giddily to have her there.
END
Previous < Edge of the Ocean : Next > Weird, Friendless Kid
Title: Dirty Sunshine (8/12)
Author: Toxic Corn
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Like father like son...
Notes: The sequel series to Songs From A Firefly. To read earlier chapters of this story, check out the Organizational Post.
Dirty Sunshine
It was David’s eighteenth birthday and Jamey wanted to kill him. A part of him felt guilty for feeling that way, because David had no idea what it was that was getting Jamey’s goat.
Just that morning, he’d overheard a conversation between Lady and Vee.
“So, are you still going to give David that special present you were talking about?”
“Vee, shhhh! It’s not that funny!”
“Sure it is. You’re gonna de-virginify David and he doesn’t even know it yet!”
Long ago when David and Lady had officially paired up, Jamey had tried to let his infatuation with her go. He thought he’d been getting better but apparently the thought of them sexing was too much for his brainpan to handle.
Usually he went to the engine room to take his mind off things or he’d goof around with Nettie. Aunt Kaylee didn’t need him in the engine room today and Nettie was gone, so he had to go a more drastic route to distract himself.
Emmaline stared glumly into her glass of apple juice and wished herself far, far away. Back home, maybe. Sure, she’d have to hear a lot about how she shouldn’t have left in the first place but all the “I told you so’s” in the ‘verse would be worth not living on this god-forsaken moon anymore.
If only she’d kept a better eye on her bag. That’s what she got for growing up on a planet where you didn’t have to lock your front door at night; it robbed you of a healthy suspicious attitude towards folk that she had to develop slowly on her own.
“Hey there, sugar puff.” A man came up to her side, leering. “Don’t think I’ve seen ya here before.”
“She’s new,” Marguerite said, patting Emmaline on the head with false affection. Emmaline wanted to recoil but stopped herself just in time. She’d hate to meet the back of Marguerite’s many-ringed hand again. “Care to take a ride, Cord?”
Cord looked Emmaline over. “Her titties are kinda small. Think I’ll stick with Shoshanna. Maybe another time though, sugar puff.” He gave her a lecherous wink and wandered off, bellowing Shoshanna’s name.
Emmaline sighed in relief. She hadn’t had to service many men since coming here, just one bald man who had called her Bernice the whole time and a dirty drifter who hadn’t been able to keep it up for very long.
Marguerite wrapped an arm around her shoulders and unseen by the others, pinched the top of Emmaline’s breast, making her yelp.
“You’d best be attractin’ more johns, little girl,” Marguerite hissed. “I got no problem with throwin’ ya out on your ass if you can’t earn your keep.”
“I’m trying,” Emmaline said, testily. “Unless you wanna pay for my breast implants, I’m not going to-”
Marguerite gasped, cutting Emmaline off. “That can’t be… he’d be so much… is that?” She let Emmaline go so abruptly, she nearly fell off the stool she was sitting on. The madam hurried off and Emmaline picked up her drink once more, sipping at it. It looked like alcohol but without the horrible effect; she’d been drunk her first job with the Bernice man and it hadn’t ended well.
“Well, hello there, sweet cheeks, what can Marguerite do for you today?” Marguerite asked, practically cooing. Curiously, Emmaline turned to see who she was talking to.
An uncertain-looking young man awkwardly shook the hand Marguerite had held out to be kissed. The madam pursed her lips and Emmaline giggled into her glass.
“I was looking for a… I mean, I just… I wanted to… um.” The man looked about ready to bolt but Marguerite snaked her arm through his.
“I know just what you need,” Maguerite said, patting him gently. “You need one of my girls. And I have the finest girls in town, you just ask anybody. That there’s Jenna, and Maxine, and…” She rattled off the names of each girl lounging around the room.
The young man was frowning, looking like he was ready to yank his arm away and run from the room. She almost felt bad for him and wondered why a good-looking kid like him was in a place like this.
“Um.” The man shook Marguerite’s arm off. “Maybe I can just look around?”
Marguerite looked put out but said, “Of course. Take your time, honey.”
Emmaline turned back to her drink, no longer interested. Maybe she should break into the other girls’ savings, use that cash to get the hell off this crappy moon and find one where chefs were needed. And this time around, she’d glue her bag to her hand if she needed to.
“What’s that you’re drinking?”
Surprised, Emmaline looked up and found the young man looming over her. She put on a big, fake smile. “Lager,” she chirped.
Before she knew what he was doing, he captured the hand holding her drink and brought the glass up to his nose for a sniff.
“Smells like apple juice,” he said, raising an eyebrow at her.
Emmaline blushed. “Look, I’ll do what you want, just don’t tell Marguerite that I was-”
The man’s brown eyes widened and he waved his hands at her. “No, no, don’t worry about it, I was only teasing you.” He looked around the room and then back at her. “You don’t really belong in a place like this, do ya?
“What do you mean?” Emmaline folded her arms and scooted away when he took the stool next to her at the wet bar.
“There’s something about ya. Maybe something in the eyes.” He gazed at her for a long moment and Emmaline could feel her face get a little hotter. “Yeah. You actually got more than half a brain.”
That surprised a laugh out of her. “Really, now?”
“Uh huh.” He grinned and ducked his head. “My name’s James.”
“Emmaline.”
“That’s pretty. You go by Emma or…?”
“No, just Emmaline.”
“Ah. I see.”
They sat there in awkward silence for a moment.
“Do- do you want to go upstairs, James?” Emmaline asked.
“Do you?” he blurted and then winced. “I didn’t mean... I’m sorry, I just-”
“This is your first time in a whorehouse, huh?” Emmaline was charmed by his blush. She so seldom saw that in this line of business and it was nice to know that there were men out there who didn’t feel as if every woman in the ‘verse owed him.
“It is,” he admitted. “I never thought that I’d ever come to a place like this.”
“Neither did I,” she said, softly.
He looked up from where he’d been tracing his finger over the wooden counter and they stared at each other as if trying to figure one another out.
“Well!” Marguerite came up behind them, dropping her hands onto their shoulders. “Looks like you’ve made your choice!”
Jamey took the hand Emmaline offered him and followed her into the room, shutting the door behind them. She released him for a moment to light the lantern next to the bed, which gave the room a kind of orangey light.
She flicked a piece of her pale blonde hair out of her eye and sat down on the bed. “Are you gonna join me?”
“Oh!” Jamey realized he’d been staring and hurried over to the bed where he dropped down so hard the tinier Emmaline bounced up into the air. He was absolutely mortified until she started giggling. Then he started to laugh, too.
“I think we’re off to a good start,” Emmaline said, playfully. She reached out a hand and traced a finger over his jacket lapel. “You can lose this if you’re plannin’ on staying a while.”
Jamey shrugged off the jacket and pulled off his boots and socks for good measure. Then he looked at her expectantly.
She furrowed her brow. “What?”
“What what?”
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she laughed.
“Like what?”
“Like I’m supposed to break this down for you step by step.” She slapped her forehead. “You’ve never been to this kind of place before, that’s why. Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Jamey said, glad that that was the conclusion she’d drawn.
Smiling, Emmaline inched closer to him, her head nearing his. He ducked his head to meet her lips but she ended up going lower and started to unbutton his shirt.
“Don’t need this,” she said softly.
“Sure don’t,” Jamey agreed and automatically felt ridiculous.
She didn’t laugh at him but peeled the fabric off his shoulders, exposing his chest to her view. She sighed, softly.
“What?” he asked, a little alarmed.
“Nothing,” she said, and ran her fingers between his pecs. “It’s just been so long since I’ve been with anyone young and in good shape.” She leaned forward and kissed where her fingers had been. “It’s nice.”
“Thank you,” he whispered, his throat feeling dry.
She pulled back and smiled. “My turn.”
He stared at her.
“My shirt, James.”
“Oh! Right.” Her shirt was a flimsy little tank top and he had no trouble pulling it off as she raised her arms to assist him. He watched her blonde hair fall back around her shoulders and thought he’d never seen anything prettier. Which puzzled him since blonde women usually didn’t do it for him.
She tapped the white strapless bra she was wearing. “This too.”
He swallowed. Nettie wore bras and he’d done her laundry lots of times but none of hers looked anything like this. He knew that the fastener was in the back, though. Wiping his sweaty hands on his thighs, he reached around Emmaline’s tiny frame to get to the snap.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
Jamey quickly pulled away. “I was trying t-”
She covered his hands with her much smaller ones and brought them to her front. “It opens here.”
“Oh.” Blushing, Jamey found the clasp easily enough and only fumbled a second before getting it open. It fell behind her and he gaped at the first pair of real breasts he’d ever seen.
“I know they’re kind of small,” Emmaline said, sounding almost apologetic.
Jamey shook his head. “No. They’re perfect.” He cautiously reached out to touch but paused to look up into her eyes for permission. When she smiled and nodded, he cupped one of her breasts and watched in fascination as her little pink nipple hardened. Experimentally, he brushed his thumb over it.
Emmaline made a tiny whimpering noise and Jamey pulled away. “Are you all right?”
She nodded and took his hand. “I liked it, James.” She tilted her head to the side. “Do you really go by James? Or are you a Jim or a Jimmy?”
“I’m actually a Jamey,” he said.
“Jamey.” She appeared to consider it for a second, then nodded again. “It suits you. Jamey.”
He smiled at her and she smiled back, her dark blue eyes crinkling at the corners. She looked so beautiful that he impulsively leaned forward and kissed her.
He was so sweetly eager and good at this that she hated to stop him. But she knew she had to. Emmaline pressed a hand to his chest and pushed him back.
“You can’t do that, Jamey.”
“Why not?” He looked so adorable in his confusion that for a second, she wondered “why not” herself before remembering the reason.
“It’s against the rules.”
He frowned. “I didn’t know there were rules.”
“There aren’t many but you have to follow them. No kissing is near the top of the list, just under ‘Always pay in cash.’”
“Okay, I won’t kiss you again.”
“You can kiss me!” Emmaline said, cupping the back of his head. “Just not on the mouth. See?” She pressed a hot kiss where his jaw met his neck then blew in his ear. “That’s allowed.”
He shivered and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his lap. Jamey bent his head and captured one of her nipples between his lips, giving it a soft suck, making Emmaline gasp and grab at his shoulders.
“That allowed?” he asked, roughly.
“Uh huh,” she gasped.
“Good.” He went right back to what he was doing and Emmaline sank bonelessly against him. She’d had other men do this, yes, but with Jamey it felt… new. Like this was her first time.
He pulled away, panting, and stared at her with dilated eyes. “Maybe we should lay down?”
“Mmm.” Emmaline slumped onto the bed and cracked one eye open to watch him stare at her. “What do you think comes next, Jamey?”
He swallowed and then his shaking hands reached out for her skirt, gently tugging it down her hips.
“Smart boy.”
Jamey dropped the skirt to the floor and hooked his fingers in the waistband of her pink underwear. He’d felt confident a few minutes ago and now he was nervous all over again.
“Go on,” Emmaline gently encouraged him.
Taking a deep breath, Jamey peeled the underwear off and gaped at what was revealed to him.
She was a natural blonde.
Emmaline smiled. “Now you.”
“But I’m not wearing a skirt,” Jamey joked, feebly.
“Do you need help?” She smiled wider.
“No, I got it.” He stood up and unbuckled his belt, letting his pants puddle around his feet. He started to blush and thanked whatever deity ruled the ‘verse that he had decided to wear the blue plaid boxers and not the yellow duck ones Nettie had gotten him as a joke for his birthday last year. It took a moment to gather up his courage and lower his boxers, too.
He froze when Emmaline gasped. “What?”
“Nothing,” she said, quickly.
“What’s wrong?” Jamey asked, concerned. “Are you all right?”
“Oh, I’m more than all right,” Emmaline blurted, then bit her lip. “You’re just not quite what I was expecting.”
Jamey looked down at his erection worriedly. “Is it…?”
“In a good way, Jamey.”
“Oh. Oh!” He knew he was grinning foolishly and tried to get it under control. “That’s a relief.”
Emmaline giggled and held her arms open to him. “I think we’re ready here, Jamey. Get a condom out of the bedside drawer.”
“Condom. Right.” Jamey opened the drawer and boggled at all the choices before going with a simple clear condom, forgoing the glow in the dark colors and the ones that promised to be different flavors. He carefully tore it open and then slid it on, remembering how Pop had told him this was done. Now he was grateful for that sex discussion though it had been humiliating at the time.
He lowered himself down into Emmaline’s waiting arms and felt the fear he’d been pushing aside suddenly rear up and make him freeze.
“Jamey? You okay?”
For a moment, he couldn’t speak. After a few tries, he managed, “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just… this is my first time.”
“You’ve already told me that. This isn’t going to be that much different from your other-”
“No, I mean this is my first time time.”
Emmaline looked up at him in confusion before realization dawned on her. “Your first…?”
He nodded, fear shifting over to make room for humiliation.
“Oh, Jamey. Are you sure you want to do this? Do you want it to be like this?”
If she’d asked him that when he’d first walked in the door, he would’ve said no. But looking into her compassionate eyes, not judging him but feeling concern for him, he knew there was no other place he’d rather be.
“I’m sure.”
Emmaline had never been someone’s first time before so she gently coached Jamey on how to start. She’d gasped when he’d first pushed into her and had to quickly reassure him that he hadn’t hurt her, in fact, the opposite was the truth.
She held him as he got used to the sensation and kissed his temple as he shook.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“No, don’t be.” She nuzzled a kiss onto his ear and stroked his muscled back. “It’s all right. Do you think you can move now?”
“I can try,” Jamey said, raggedly. He pulled out and then pushed back in experimentally and moaned.
“Just like that.” Emmaline cupped his shoulder blades and wrapped her legs around his waist. “Just like that, Jamey.”
For his first time, he had good instincts. He kept a slow, steady pace and after awhile an unfamiliar feeling started stirring in her lower body.
She’d heard about this but had never experienced it before.
“Oh god,” she moaned. “Jamey!”
“Is this okay?” he whispered, his tone gruff.
“Faster!”
He complied happily and it wasn’t long before she was almost there, it would take just the slightest push to get her to…
“You’re so perfect,” Jamey breathed, reverently. “Emmy!”
Her scream as she flew apart made Marguerite jump in surprise from all the way downstairs.
Jamey decided he liked the feel of her draped across his chest as they both caught their breath. So this was sex. It was every bit as amazing as he’d been led to believe yet nowhere near what he’d been expecting.
“How did you end up here?” Jamey asked, softly.
Emmaline purred and nuzzled his chest. “I left home to become a chef. Ever since I was little, I’ve been cooking and I’m damn good at it, too. But on the transport to Boros, someone stole my bag. It had everything in it, pictures from home, my clothes, all the money I had. The captain was angry and when he found out I couldn’t pay, he just dumped me here.
“At first, I worked in the diner on Main Street but it wasn’t as a chef. I was a dishwasher and it was hard, dirty work. When Marguerite came in one day and saw me on my break, she offered me a job. It sounded like the work was easier and I’d be paid a lot more. So here I am. Not a day goes by I don’t wish I’d kept a better eye on my bag.” She laughed, humorlessly. “A lesson to the kiddies at home…”
Jamey rubbed her shoulder. “I could get you a cook job if you want it.”
She sat up and looked at him in surprise. “Really?”
“Yeah. On my ship. Cap’s always mentioned getting a cook, so…”
The warmth fled from Emmaline’s expression. “On your ship.”
“Yeah, it’d be great. We have a spare bunk you could sleep in and you’d have free run of the- What’s the matter?” Jamey watched in confusion as Emmaline climbed from the bed and started pulling her clothes on.
“I think your hour’s almost up,” she said, shortly.
“Emmaline? Why are you-”
She spun on him and hissed, “I’m not going to be your personal whore, okay?!”
“WHAT?!” Jamey’s jaw dropped. “I said ‘cook’ not ‘whore.’”
She laughed and it had a hurt, brittle sound to it that made Jamey’s heart ache. “Yeah. You say cook. But then you’ll tell the crew my hard luck story and everyone will think they can get a ride from me whenever they need it because, hey she’s a professional! Forget it.”
“No one’s going to think that,” Jamey said, firmly. “Besides, we have a Companion on board.”
“Now I know you’re lying.”
“It’s the truth!” Jamey crossed his heart as she gave him a disbelieving look. “No one has to know what you did for a living. That’s your story to tell and your decision who to tell it to.”
“Right,” she said, flatly, shaking out her skirt.
“You don’t have to make a decision now,” Jamey said and accepted his boxer shorts she tossed at him. “But if you change your mind, I’m on the Firefly transport ship Serenity. We’re taking off tomorrow about ten or so. I’ll tell our captain, Malcolm Reynolds that I found a cook who’s interested in work, and if you show up, great.” He grabbed her arm, stilling her movements. “You don’t have to stay in this life, Emmaline.”
She looked conflicted but then her features hardened and she shook him off. “Yeah, you can save me from all this.”
“I didn’t mean it like that,” Jamey said, sadly.
“Finish getting dressed.” Emmaline slammed the door behind her.
“So where’s this cook you mentioned?” Cap looked around as if expecting her to fall from the sky and shake his hand.
“She might’ve had a hard time getting off work,” Jamey said, without much hope. It was 9:45 and everyone was getting antsy to leave.
“I don’t have time to wait around for mythical cooks, Jamey,” Cap said. “We have a full cargo hold and payment waitin’ for us on-”
“WAIT!”
Jamey and Cap spun around to see a tiny blonde girl holding a duffle bag running their way. Jamey grinned at her.
“Are you Captain Reynolds?” she asked Cap, not looking at Jamey. He hid his disappointment as best as he could.
“I am,” Cap said. “Are you our new cook?”
She blinked in surprise. “I’m already hired?”
“Yeah, Jamey vouched for you. Said you were a better cook then his Gramma Cobb and that’s sayin’ somethin’. I’m expectin’ wonders from you, girl. And your name was Emma?”
“Emmaline.”
“Emmaline. Jamey here’ll show you to one of the spare rooms and then he’ll take you to the kitchen. I’ve gotta get this boat up in the air, if you’ll excuse me.”
When Cap was gone, Jamey hit the button to close the doors. “So, uh, you made it.”
“I didn’t do it for you,” she snapped, adjusting the bag on her shoulder. “I couldn’t put up with Marguerite’s crap anymore and this was the first job I knew of.”
Jamey nodded. “Of course. Your bunk’s this way.”
With his back to her, he smiled giddily to have her there.
END
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Date: 2006-11-09 06:41 pm (UTC)It's... he's like... innocent Jayne.
Also I liked this. And I think that Emmaline is a great name and it's a great relationship and I'm happy.
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Date: 2006-11-09 07:57 pm (UTC)Whew, I was worried about Emmaline but if I sold Curi, I feel okay.
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Date: 2006-11-09 07:16 pm (UTC)I love Emmaline! She's sweet and perfect for Jamey!
Also: Shoshanna! Busty Massage Lady! *dies laughing*
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Date: 2006-11-09 07:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-09 07:21 pm (UTC)I like Emmaline. I like Emmaline a lot.
Whoop! :D
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Date: 2006-11-09 08:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-09 08:06 pm (UTC)-princat, currently residing in nano-land
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Date: 2006-11-09 08:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-09 09:54 pm (UTC)I LOVE the name Emmaline, and you must send me pictures! This is amazing so far. Genius work.
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Date: 2006-11-09 10:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-09 10:47 pm (UTC)Do you pronounce it emma-lynn, emma-leen, or emma LYNE?
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Date: 2006-11-09 10:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-09 10:52 pm (UTC)This fic is like crack.
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Date: 2006-11-09 10:27 pm (UTC)Great chapter, although obviously a rambly review.
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Date: 2006-11-09 10:47 pm (UTC)Eeep. *shrinks* I wasn't going for the blonde cliche, honest! It's just that Jamey's sort of established himself as being the type to like brunettes so I sort of wanted to poke fun at the concept of having a "type" and also give him someone who was the physical opposite of Lady. I'm glad you liked it anyway, though!
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Date: 2006-11-09 11:08 pm (UTC)I wasn't sure, but Emmaline's older than Jamey, right? Not much, obviously, but I just got the vibe that she was a little older. Or maybe it was just his inexperience that made it seem that way. Can't wait to see the pic you choose for her.
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Date: 2006-11-10 12:23 am (UTC)Emmaline is older than Jamey, yes, by three years. Not enough of an age difference to really matter but it shows sometimes.
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Date: 2006-11-12 11:17 pm (UTC)Love it!!!
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Date: 2006-11-13 12:03 am (UTC)