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Fighting a Reader was a challenge, but Jayne liked to keep life interesting.
The cargo bay was their arena of combat, where they circled each other, armed or not, equally matched in their own ways.
She had the smarts, he had the experience. Despite appearances, they both had the speed and the strength.
A glancing blow, a swift kick, limbs locked around each other, they both went down. Way down.
“You didn’t see that comin’?” he asked with a salacious smile, pinning her body to the floor with his own.
“She did,” River admitted, shifting beneath him, welcoming his kiss.