Challenge #4
Challenge 4
Title: Killing Time
Rating: PG, if you stretch.
Fandom/Characters: Firefly - Kaylee/Jayne
Spoilers: None.
Word count: 699
Summary: “I ain’t as innocent as everyone seems to believe.” Kaylee was arguing, a hand around his bicep. “The first time the Captain met me, I was on my back underneath his last mechanic.”
Why was it, when he was dealing with guns or whores, he was completely self-assured, but a wounded-looking Kaylee would make his brain shut down completely?
He couldn’t even claim to think of her as a little sister considering the supple roundness of her body had his brain zinging in all kinds of directions, none of them at all fraternal. She had a heart-shaped face and a soft swell of a belly and every now and again when she leant passed him to steal the last bread roll off the dinner table he would get an inkling of how soft other parts of her were.
Bad, bad, bad.
Truth be told, he thought of himself as a bad guy, but there was this one tiny little part of his life where he could be valiant and noble, or at least try. He was comfortable with the man he had become over the years as long as he had this one little place where he was good and pure.
Not touching Kaylee, despite his baser urges, had been his one little shining place in the sun.
Of course, it had been a lot easier when there wasn’t five foot four of willing girl pressed up against him in a shuttle, miles away from anyone else and with nothing to do but wait for the next six hours while the Serenity was searched by the Alliance and they had a compartment full of stolen booty.
River, Simon and Inara were in Inara’s shuttle, equally distant from Serenity as they were, but in a different direction.
“I ain’t as innocent as everyone seems to believe.” Kaylee was arguing, a hand around his bicep. “The first time the Captain met me, I was on my back underneath his last mechanic.”
Jayne snorted. He hadn’t known that interesting little detail and was miffed at Mal for never telling him. “Don’t make no nevermind. We’re going to sit here and wait patiently and the only polishing of guns occurring will be these.” He tapped the pistol in the holster on his hip.
“Am I that hideous?” Kaylee’s voice was small and hurt, and Jayne recognized it for the trap it was. He reached an arm around her and lifted her off her feet. Kaylee squeaked in pleasure, but a scowl surfaced a few moments later when Jayne carried her over to one of the pilot’s chairs and dropped her in it.
“You know the answer to that question and I ain’t going to dignify it.” Jayne snapped and retreated to the opposite end of the shuttle.
He watched Kaylee spin lazily in the pilot’s chair for a little while, marveling at how achingly pretty and fragile she was and how their ship’s doctor could be so dense as to not indulge in the sweetness she was offering.
Same as him, he supposed.
“I thought you was in love with our Doctor, in any case.” Jayne prodded, curiosity getting the better of him. His mind had been saying ‘don’t engage, don’t engage, don’t engage’ but he’d spent most of his life ignoring his mind’s advice.
Kaylee spun back so she was facing him, drawing knees up to her chest. “That don’t make me dead from the waist down.” She arched an eyebrow.
Jayne thought, I’m a bad guy, what the hell am I waiting for?
He was across the length of the shuttle in only a few strides and Kaylee was grinning when their comms crackled to life and Mal’s harried voice issued forth.
“Jayne! Get your asses back here, and I do mean now!” He barked.
Jayne contemplated ignoring the order in lieu of the more interesting prospect that had arisen, but Kaylee was already turned back towards the controls, powering up, all business.
Jayne dropped into the co-pilot’s chair and dropped his head into his hands. He felt a small hand on his back, patting gently. “Maybe next time big guy.” Kaylee’s voice was tinged with amusement and Jayne looked at her.
He grinned.
Title: Killing Time
Rating: PG, if you stretch.
Fandom/Characters: Firefly - Kaylee/Jayne
Spoilers: None.
Word count: 699
Summary: “I ain’t as innocent as everyone seems to believe.” Kaylee was arguing, a hand around his bicep. “The first time the Captain met me, I was on my back underneath his last mechanic.”
Why was it, when he was dealing with guns or whores, he was completely self-assured, but a wounded-looking Kaylee would make his brain shut down completely?
He couldn’t even claim to think of her as a little sister considering the supple roundness of her body had his brain zinging in all kinds of directions, none of them at all fraternal. She had a heart-shaped face and a soft swell of a belly and every now and again when she leant passed him to steal the last bread roll off the dinner table he would get an inkling of how soft other parts of her were.
Bad, bad, bad.
Truth be told, he thought of himself as a bad guy, but there was this one tiny little part of his life where he could be valiant and noble, or at least try. He was comfortable with the man he had become over the years as long as he had this one little place where he was good and pure.
Not touching Kaylee, despite his baser urges, had been his one little shining place in the sun.
Of course, it had been a lot easier when there wasn’t five foot four of willing girl pressed up against him in a shuttle, miles away from anyone else and with nothing to do but wait for the next six hours while the Serenity was searched by the Alliance and they had a compartment full of stolen booty.
River, Simon and Inara were in Inara’s shuttle, equally distant from Serenity as they were, but in a different direction.
“I ain’t as innocent as everyone seems to believe.” Kaylee was arguing, a hand around his bicep. “The first time the Captain met me, I was on my back underneath his last mechanic.”
Jayne snorted. He hadn’t known that interesting little detail and was miffed at Mal for never telling him. “Don’t make no nevermind. We’re going to sit here and wait patiently and the only polishing of guns occurring will be these.” He tapped the pistol in the holster on his hip.
“Am I that hideous?” Kaylee’s voice was small and hurt, and Jayne recognized it for the trap it was. He reached an arm around her and lifted her off her feet. Kaylee squeaked in pleasure, but a scowl surfaced a few moments later when Jayne carried her over to one of the pilot’s chairs and dropped her in it.
“You know the answer to that question and I ain’t going to dignify it.” Jayne snapped and retreated to the opposite end of the shuttle.
He watched Kaylee spin lazily in the pilot’s chair for a little while, marveling at how achingly pretty and fragile she was and how their ship’s doctor could be so dense as to not indulge in the sweetness she was offering.
Same as him, he supposed.
“I thought you was in love with our Doctor, in any case.” Jayne prodded, curiosity getting the better of him. His mind had been saying ‘don’t engage, don’t engage, don’t engage’ but he’d spent most of his life ignoring his mind’s advice.
Kaylee spun back so she was facing him, drawing knees up to her chest. “That don’t make me dead from the waist down.” She arched an eyebrow.
Jayne thought, I’m a bad guy, what the hell am I waiting for?
He was across the length of the shuttle in only a few strides and Kaylee was grinning when their comms crackled to life and Mal’s harried voice issued forth.
“Jayne! Get your asses back here, and I do mean now!” He barked.
Jayne contemplated ignoring the order in lieu of the more interesting prospect that had arisen, but Kaylee was already turned back towards the controls, powering up, all business.
Jayne dropped into the co-pilot’s chair and dropped his head into his hands. He felt a small hand on his back, patting gently. “Maybe next time big guy.” Kaylee’s voice was tinged with amusement and Jayne looked at her.
He grinned.