12 comments/ 22521 views/ 7 favorites The Pleasuring of Kaylee Ch. 01 By: ItsaWash Disclaimer: You know I don't own anything Firefly, don't you? Joss Whedon is King of the Firefly/Serenity 'Verse and I'm just a lowly vassal worshipping from afar. This will read like a terribly wordy sequel to The Measure of a Jayne I posted here previously. Prior to this bit of fluffy nonsense TMoJ was my first-ever fanfic, this is my second. Bein' new and all, I'm mightily in need of feedback. If you like it or you don't I'd be grateful for a few words. Just push the button at the end of the fic and speak to me. It's easy and you'd be amazed at how helpful it will be to me. The Pleasuring of Kaylee, Part 1 The morning after. Kaylee woke up and streeeetcheddd herself out in luxurious cat-like motions, a smile on her face and sleep dust in the corners of her eyes. She rubbed at the crusties, stretched again and felt a small sort of pleasurable twisting ache twixt her nethers. "Jayne," she said in a tone he would have surely loved to hear. 'Probably will, too', she thought as the smile grew bigger and her lashes lowered. He'd measured up to her fantasies right fine last night, and, if their love play and coy talk before, during and after was any indicator, he'd hear a dang sight more than his name purring from her throat when he finally gained full healing and recovered strength to do the ridin' 'stead of bein' the rid-ee. Anybody looking in on Kaylee's open honest face during these thoughts would see a secret look of recently pleasured woman, a hint of embarrassment mixed with joy, dimple deepening along with the rosy flush at her cheekbones. After running a friendly hand down to stroke the curls at her thighs' juncture, she checked her chron and realized it was time to rise, gauging that her internal alarm clock had left her time for a shower before breakfast. The lithesome woman whipped back the sheet, only covering she ever needed during sleep, and stepped naked from the bed, feeling the pull and tug of muscles she wasn't all that used to employing that nevertheless had gotten a pretty good workout last night. As she strode toward the shower, she used her left foot and toes to pluck up the clothes on the cabin floor where she'd shot them after leaving Jayne's bunk. Strong leg bent at the knee next, toes surrendering to her hand each item of clothing one at a time so she could drop them in a wicker hamper for later laundering. Kaylee hit the shower's hot/cold settings to get the temp right, a little hotter than her usual selection, so as to spread tightness out, get limbered and loosened for the rigors of the coming day. And maybe night, if things worked out right. 'Haveta see how Jayne's faring, hope he ain't worn out,' she had questions to ask his body such that last night hadn't even begun to answer sufficient-like. Tossing her head downwards and bending at the waist, Kaylee smoothed her hair into a topknot, twisted once and pinned in place with a chopstick, a lovely and effective maneuver she'd copied from 'Nara. Hair safely ensconced, companion-style, Kaylee stepped into the shower, mindful that it wasn't thrifty to let water run wasted down the drain. Not at the price of it and the price they'd all pay if they ever ran out. As she let the flow wash over her neck and shoulders and wetted, soaped a cloth, Kaylee thought about the day portion of her plans. Serenity was due for a tune-up, and the few days 'tween now and their next set-down planetside made for prime fixer-upper time. She kept the ship in great shape even when things got hot and busy, but a surplus of time for unlimited care and maintenance like this was ideal. Brow slightly furrowed as she catalogued the stuff needed for the care and feeding of the big ship's heart, Kaylee quickly soaped her face and neck, then raised up and rinsed her eyes afore they had a chance to burn. She used the sudsy cloth to cup and cleanse her breasts, all thoughts of maintaining the welfare of her metal and wire girl fleeing, replaced by body-memory of her man. She rubbed smoothly over and under each mound, pausing to cup them, thinking on Jayne's holding them just that way while she was astride him last night. Yesu, but he did that right. Just as if he'd owned a pair all his life making him know how a woman wanted, needed them to be held. She thought that she'd like to handle a man's balls that way, fondle them with the right measure of heft and movement, like as to how he'd handle them himself. She'd been sultry witness to enough men at their self-pleasuring while she did likewise to know already, but wondered if seeing was enough. Could be this point required some askin' and answerin' next time she spent some quality horizontal time with her big swai lover. Jayne-thinking continuing, Kaylee squeezed out a bit of soap onto her palm and washed up the her and Jayne from between her legs. She used her fingers to lightly probe the folds and furrows echoing the feelings brought by the man who'd been there, had eased himself inside her there, from her body's portal to womb's own, so well, so good. Oh so good. Wuo de ma, good didn't even begin to touch it. The hard deep ebb and flow of him, the meeting and pulling back of their bodies, her on top, then side-by-side with him slamming her skittering demanding hauling him in hard and still for her little death. He'd obeyed her in the requested stillness, bless him. She liked that in a man. But when he knew her need for quiet was over, lord almighty, he had bulled through and taken the last of his pleasure in the sure knowing sheathing-and-un that'd near set her off again. What a man, what a night. Liking the taut readiness her hand, the hot water and heated Jayne thoughts brought to her lower body, Kaylee cocked up one leg to wash away the last of the soap and concentrate the spray where she needed it most. Coming to completion in the shower wasn't on her agenda this morning though so she clamped down on the thrill ride and switched off the jets. A stepping onto the mat and a quick toweling and she was ready to get dressed for the day. A new day. A new woman with new feelings, unsure of which area of the ship she ought to get to first: her Man's cabin or her Engines. The shower with her hands and fingers standing in for the invisible man'd left herself with a pleasant tumescent set of nethers, was the reason for her temporary inability to keep her mind on business. She knew that a day begun that way tended to be a deposit into her body's account. A deposit that'd pay off big later that night when she got down to it, whether she had a man to walk up to the counter with her or if she just did it herself. Was Jayne her man? This was the second time she'd thought of him so. The promises for more they'd made to each other last night seemed to say so, neh? But after so long a dry spell, so long spent longing for Simon to notice her, and then finding the dividends of her recent Jayne-obsession, Kaylee'd never given a lot of thought to what would happen after the first horizontal mambo with a man on this ship. Gorramit, had it been a year or more since she'd had any? No wonder she didn't know where to go from here. Out of practice. Never thought she'd see the day. Could she feed this almighty craving for the ship's biggest protector and could she do the work needed to keep the ship firing on all cylinders too? Did she want to? Hell, this might be a relationship she was contemplatin' here. But projectin' ideas too far into the future was no gorram good to anybody. It was just getting ahead of things. Wasn't of any use 'cept to make her of no use either to Serenity or to her level-headed half of the romantic equation that appeared to be forming up. Kaylee put on a plain cotton bra and a green ribbed tank top that stopped at her belly button. Reached for a pair of green panties, but stopped and smirked, remembering Jayne's "Don't wear no panties when you come see me tomorrow." Ever obedient when compliance would benefit not just the requester but herself as well, she patted her own bare rump and wiggled into a pair of coveralls up to her waist. Loosely tying the arms of the uniform to hang on her hips and dangle at the backs of her thighs completed the outfit. Catching a quick glimpse of her face and hair in the mirror while she pushed her feet into flip-flops, Kaylee decided to leave the honey-brown mass up, chopstick and all. 'Nara had hinted one time that her hair looked good up. She'd see if Jayne thought so too. End Part 1. More to come, but help me along, will you? Leave feedback. It's jet fuel to aid in the creation process. wuo de ma: mother of god yesu: jesus neh?: yeah?, yes or right, usually a question gorramit: god damnit or gosh darn it gorram: god damn or gosh darn The Pleasuring of Kaylee, Part 2 Serenity's handmaiden sashayed up the ladder from her cabin to the corridor outside, one hand giving the little white lights arrayed around her door a playful cat's paw pat. She slowly walked down the hallway toward Jayne's quarters, smiling to herself and feeling the cant and sway of her bare rump inside the coveralls draped around her hips, the light brush of the arms tied low cupping her back end. "No panties, Kaylee", he'd requested last night and she'd been awesome-happy to comply, leaving the underwear in her drawer for today. Goin' commando wasn't exactly a new thing for her anyhow, it was a pleasantly sexifyin' way to spend an occasional day, if not done so frequently that it became a boring habit. What she liked about it was the knowin' of a secret nobody but her had knowledge of. That, plus the knowing little smile on her face now and then throughout the day brought on by the feel of it, pleasant slide slip pull of material without the buffer of underwear. So going without undies was nothing new to Kaylee for her own delectation, good for a little sexual tension relief. But shucking undies and walking around for the express purpose of pleasing a man, well that was of the new. She smiled at the thought of pleasing Jayne, of the pleasuring they'd worked on each other last night. Felt a twinge of anti-expectation, wondering if it maybe the night's pleasures was just a one-time thing. Found herself wondering if there was more, if there could be more than just that hard sweet mating, a one-time only. What if, after sleeping on it, Jayne had woke up feelin' like he'd gotten in and that was all he really wanted? The conditions were just right last night, maybe, an all-systems-go kinda deal, and perhaps it no more bore repeating than the likelihood of reinstallin' that Rey coupling she'd disconnected her first day on Serenity. That coupling was the little bit of guess work mixed with instinct, the first bit of mechanic-ing she'd ever done for Mal, the one that'd got her this job. And got her Jayne too, you might say, since one didn't come without the other. So was this destiny here or just a passing need for her and him? Shiny purely happily- ever-after kinda destiny was what she wanted, what she'd always wanted. Could it be that Jayne came wrapped up in that kinda packaging? Big posturing bull-headed knight errant on a gorram alabaster charger? She laughed out loud as she walked on in the direction of his cabin, corridor and stairs echoing softly with the sound all along her way. It wasn't that the idea was stupid, just that it was…contradictory, didn't seem go with the man she was just barely getting to know. Heck, other than in the biblical way, she didn't really know him at all. Before yesterday she'd a' never pegged Jayne as a shiny prince to her damsel. She'd been thinking on his parts, sure, but the question of whether he was more than a good bio-mechanism for sexual exercise hadn't come up till he'd well, come up inside her. But when they got to it they'd tangled up so nice and elegant and all, dancing as pretty as any of the gliding gentlefolk twirling at the fancy ball on Persephone. Not smart to confuse an hour of mutual lustful consummation with projecting on him and her many years of happily ever after. She knew the truth, the folly of such wishes, but the girl who wore the pretty pink confection made o' ruffles and fluff at the ball was bound to lay her heart's desire on something more long-lasting than lust. Nothin' wrong with lust, no sirree, but what's a greasy mechanically-minded Cinderella to do after the ball's done and gone? More than half-way to Jayne's quarters, Kaylee made an about face and headed toward the engine room instead. No questions awaited her there, no prickly 'what ifs' more complicated than what goes where, and she knew all of that, knew Serenity's heart like she could never know Jayne's. What waited there in the engine room was security, safety and acceptance of a sort she'd never found in the short life she'd lived before Serenity took her aboard. Acceptance and security were guarantees that might not necessarily come with Jayne, and maybe she was afraid to find out that was the case. At least for now. Jayne'd have to wait. He might have to get good at waiting. He wasn't going far, even if the night's sleep had taken him to full recovery, which wasn't likely, he had no choice but to be a captive audience. Only so far a big studly limping cussing mercenary could get to when he was fenced in by ship's bulkheads all around. And anyhow, nobody bought any merchandise when there was plenty of it on the shelf right there in front of their eyes. Nope, they bought a thing when it looked to be in short supply. So she'd make herself scarce for awhile and do her job that needed doin', let Jayne realize that she was of value through scarcity. Best not to be too damn available to the man. A certain-sure problem with her last-minute decision to turn to Serenity instead of continuing on to Jayne's cabin was the pleasantly full feeling that thoughts of him had brought to her lower abdomen. Khaki overall cloth between her legs and nothing else there 'cept the memory of Jayne-on-Kaylee had left her aroused without recourse. Curse the man and his wiles. Blast his request and her dim-witted following of it. ~~~ Jayne woke up groaning. Frowned and scratched his scrotum idly. "Ohhhh, yeah," groan turned into a big satisfied growl, for all the world akin to a mountain lion in full-bore pleasured-up purr. "Kaylee, for true. No prick-teasin' fay-fay d'pian of a vision-Kaylee, not this time." But a still small voice asked him how he could know for sure? After all, the Kaylee he'd had in, on and around him while he was bleeding to death and hallucinatin' walked and talked and screwed and…. "Gorramit!" He had to pee like a bastard. Jayne exited the bunk barely giving any care to his gunshot thigh. He hadn't let the smart-ass doctor give him any shots for pain last time he came around waving a needle and picking a fight, 'cause he didn't need that shite. Was proud of his ability to do without it, come right down to it. And as he stood up straight, holding on to the wall by the bed in case of wobbling, he realized he had almost no pain, was damn near ready for active duty. A trifle weak around the knees and noggin, maybe, but that was just the result of immobility and lack of substantial or prolonged eatin'. Good thing he had some decent mobility at a time like this, or he didn't know if he'd have been able to speed-limp to the recessed toilet in time. He pulled the bowl down, put both hands up on the wall over it and threw back his head ready to enjoy a long slow satisfying piss. A morning voiding was satisfying beyond belief, always had been, the release was so tah mah de-ing good. Not so good as the release of the other fluid supplied through the same conduit he was fixing to make use of right now, but mighty fine all the same. Right then he felt his bladder give up the furious leaving fullness he'd been waiting for. Which was exactly when a cataract of urine commenced spraying every which way, in all directions but down into the toilet bowl for a length of three feet all around. "Wo cao ni ba bei zi zu zong!" grated the merc as he raked one hand down from the wall to get his reckless phallus under control. Pushed downward where it surely already knew it was supposed to be, it did its work obediently and properly. But an irked Jayne wondered what in hell woulda caused it to… Furrowed brow relaxed immediately as the corners of his wide mouth pushed up in a beatific grin and a hearty "gorram." Proof. He knew it well enough, but it was a fine enough explanation that it needed him to say it out loud: "A man's stream'll do that the mornin' after he's had the ride of his life." Or in this case, the ridin' was more accurate. She'd done all the riding, as a matter of fact. Pushed him back down when he'd tried to get on top, he wanted to get on top, his favorite position would be his body plowing down into her, hard and long betwixt her shapely legs. It all rushed back to him then, in living loving laving color, her smiling at him as she slewed all graceful and awesome-beautiful atop him, saying something about him bein' allowed to do the ridin' next time when he got to feeling better. He had looked his fill of her cream-skinned body hovering over his hardness as she teased him, tried him, as she let him wait it out and wonder when she'd take him inside. Her breasts rose up as she teased, raising her arms high, stretching, private dancer, coyly looking back down at him, watching him watch her tits rising up, re-shaping from planetary globes already high on her ribs to jutting pears right there in front of him. Right there on top of him. Right there in his gorram bunk. With him. For true. When he could look and not touch no longer, his hands had rushed to her, rushed to take her beautiful breasts in hand, to test their weight, god, he'd waited so long, but he remembered his first teacher's lesson well and reined in the hot lust that would have made his grip too harsh, too fierce. He'd slowed down his hands' move on contact, cupped her in palms flush against her ribcage. He'd smoothed his calloused fingers over her supple balcony softly, pushed the sides in easy, then slid both thumbs over strawberry nipples till he wanted to just die right there, right then. No, the dying ought to, please god, it had to, wait till he got it inside her, shoved it up inside Kaylee wet, Kaylee heat, ahhhh, Kaylee-girl… It'd been better than a dream, better than his perverted imagination ever offered him. And his imagination was a stage all manner of kinky burlesque. In the real production of Jayne and Kaylee, not his own screenwritten pornucopia version, letting her direct the dance had given him more than he'd have thought he could take. But after it was over, tasty as it was, it still wasn't enough, not near enough. He had a powerful need to give and take all manner more of the same. Or different, actually, if it could come to that. His Kaylee-starved mind had a whole catalogue of different to do with her. To do ~to~ her. And get done to him. Hell, might be hard to decide who could be teacher and who'd have to play student next time they got together. She looked to be able to school him right proper her own self, and wouldn't it be fong luh wonderful to be teacher's pet to that whirlwind of clenching moisture and wanting he'd had in his bunk last night? Where was she anyhow? Jayne grabbed the khakis near the sink where he'd shucked them the night before and wiped down the piss that now streaked the area that served as his cabin's head. After getting the place sufficiently de-wetified by the pants used as a rag, he called the clean up good for now and stuffed the smelly garment in a box hamper. After kicking the toilet back into its recessed wall unit he turned to look around his quarters hoping to find more and better hard proof of Kaylee's having been there. Had she left them panties on the floor or taken 'em with her? The Pleasuring of Kaylee Ch. 01 No panties on the floor. No panties on her today either, if the god of fornicatin' monkeys happed to be smiling on Jayne. He'd asked her to leave off the panties under the coveralls next time she showed. The smile she gave him in answer to his request seemed to promise she'd come through for him. He limped over to the bed and eased back down, feeling an ache start to hammer in his head. Laid himself fully back down, pulling the sheet and then a blanket up over his long frame and closed his eyes. Bone weary but not tired enough to stop his restless pleasured brain from Kaylee-thoughts, he thanked his un-earned great good luck for what he'd had, for what he might have again. A real gorram wu de tyen ah night torn through with hot wet pure-d bonafide love-making. Such like as he'd read in the best spank books. Nah, better'n that. And more to come, Buddha grant him the wit and wisdom and charm to see that he did what it took to see that more DID come. Jayne drifted off to sleep like a kid who knows Christmas will be there when he wakes. The smile on his lips was peacefully happily mei shi, not something anybody on the ship had ever had occasion to see on the man. A shiny thing to see, the mark of a man who had reason to hope not to be so lonely anymore. ~~~ Kaywinnit Lee Frye squatted next to one of the Gerslers, the cooling mechanisms for Serenity's main engines. She had a soiled soft rag in one hand and a long thin metal shaft in the other putting them to good, if tedious use, cleaning and prepping the cylinders for max operational status. She'd been steadily working for a good two hours now and it was hot tiring work. There were crevices cattywampused up inside the tubes that were tetchy to get to so Kaylee had to trade the metal shaft for a thin wire and gauze pad every minute or so. The switching off acted as a deterrent to repetitive motion aches, but it made for damn slow going. The cleaning solution she used would leave no odor behind, mostly alcohol based, so as not to pollute the airflow to Serenity's corridors and cabins, but it was powerful smelly and eye-watering to the little mechanic as she toiled. This had to be done, and it had to be done carefully. If she didn't treat the task with the precision demanded by Simon's own work, she stood to damage the Gerslers beyond any chance of repair or re-use, and unless she had at least six per cooling drive, things were apt to get mighty uncomfortable for certain oxygen-breathing primates on board. Without the G's being clean and ready, her girl's primary artery function would fail and they'd all find it a mite more difficult to breathe air. She remembered telling the interrogating Alliance Fed about the Gerslers when he'd grilled the whole crew about their jobs back when the colossal Alliance cruiser had locked Serenity down and they'd been boarded. The formal and systematic question process had been a small price to pay for the treatment that saved Shepherd Book's fading life, but the experience of one-on-one with the Fed had been far from pleasant. Nobody expected the Spanish Inquisition. She'd been honest with him about the Gerslers when he'd pulled her in to impose his questions about her job. She knew he was trying to catch her in a lie, to find that a little slip of a country girl like her could in no wise know anything about mechanic-ing anything more complex than a cherry pie for dessert. The stern uniformed man had sat across from her at the long table trying his best to intimidate Kaylee, unbelieving that she was up to the job she said was hers. Falling back on what she knew best had saved her, even though she was nervous and downright scared facing the handsome, perfectly put-together, spit and polished inquisitor. Her knowledge of Serenity and the running of her was second-nature. Well before she'd exhausted her encyclopedic store of knowing, the Alliance's best and finest had yielded, utterly convinced she was what she said she was. If she'd done her job of explaining right, and she suspicioned that she had, the poor man was all feng-du bored in the bargain which had the added bonus of shortening the encounter. She was used to folks' eyes glazing over within a few minutes of her starting in on things mechanical. That particular technique was useful when a girl wanted to get untangled from most unwanted clinches even though it was hard to see how anybody could find motors and wiring boring. It interested her all manner of fine, but nobody else had ever come close to her level of fascination. Kaylee was all over today's planned tune-up task list, could do it in her sleep, matter of fact. She could and would do loving chores for Serenity any day, any time with pleasure. It was what made her life worthwhile. It was amazing to her that it paid too. Well, sometimes it paid. At least it kept her traveling far and wide, like she'd always yenned to do, kept her fed and flying Mal's sky, kept her smiling and now it had brought her…Jayne Cobb. Back again to Jayne. Her train of thought seemed to have only one persistent stop anymore. All roads led to Jayne. She figured it was muscle-memory at this point. His muscles and her muscles all coiled up together in his bunk. And ever since the mingling of them, her own musculoskeletal system couldn't stop remembering and wanted another go. The maddening middlin' meddling way of this repeating refrain in her head was getting downright impossible to tolerate. Was starting to disrupt her concentration. She worked carefully but a little more quickly on the last of this phase's cylinders, anxious to get done with it so she could work on something more absorbing. Something more needful of her attentions, a task that might take her head away from Jayne and toward what she needed to get done today. Sitting legs crossed, back against the wall facing the main engine, head down over her needful Gerslers, Kaylee wouldn't have noticed another person was approaching if it hadn't been for the lightest scent of jasmine and ginger penetrating and softening the cleaning fluid odor coming from the cloth in her hand. Inara's lovely form appeared in the engine room doorway. "Kaylee? I thought I'd find you here. You are remarkably easy to find, you know." Kaylee looked up briefly, 'Nara! Hi. How am I easy?" "One may find you in your cabin, the kitchen or the engine room, not necessarily in that order. Oh, and the cargo bay if there's a game of hoop and ball afoot," laughed Inara. "Yeah. I guess so." Inara gave the seated girl a searching glance, mentally asking her to look up from ther work, "There was a time not so long ago that I'd know to look for you in the medlab or anywhere else Simon might be, but not so much anymore." Kaylee didn't raise her head, didn't answer. "You hungry? I brought you a sweet bao, your favorite kind. Might even have some strawberry filling inside. Had to grab it quick before Mal piled it on a plate already full buns he was taking to Jayne." Kaylee, grateful for the thoughtfully delivered breakfast but still preoccupied, answered, "Thanks, Nara. I'll get to it later. Kind of busy right now." "What's wrong, Kaylee? You know, except for you and Jayne, we were all at breakfast this morning, Mal, me, Wash, Zoe, Simon…", the lovely woman eyed Kaylee to see how the mention of their handsome young doctor hit her, "In fact, Simon asked after you specifically." "Yeah? Well I've been kind of busy," said Kaylee, still not looking up, wiping and swabbing away industriously at the metal part in her overalls-clad lap. Inara slid the sweet roll plate down on the floor near Kaylee's pants leg, tucked her own royal blue sarong to the side and sat cross-legged next to her busy friend. "Tell me something," she begged. "Sure," Kaylee replied, hesitantly. "We've grown to be quite good friends, haven't we?" "Yeah. There's River, but she's more like a needful little sister. I don't know what I'd do for a real sister if you weren't here," Kaylee said, finally looking up at her good friend. Inara noticed moisture brimming at the edges of the worried girl's eyes. Kaylee saw that Inara noticed her coming tears and quickly hid, looking back down again. She blinked frantically once, twice in a vain attempt to push them back far enough so the evidence of grief would not well over. Tear drops came unbidden anyhow, unable to be denied, tumbled over a small grease spot on Kaylee's cheek, her latest accidental but self-placed beauty mark. "Friends can't really remain close unless they talk to one another, keep up with how they're doing, how their world is looking, wouldn't you agree?" Kaylee quickly but hurriedly put the part aside on the floor atop the rag, slid the cleaning fluid safely against the wall and turned her teary face fully to Inara. "It's awful, 'Nara, just awful!" Inara leaned toward her and that was all it took for Kaylee to give up and fall into her perfumed grasp. "It's okay, Love. Just breathe. Take your time and tell me what's wrong." Kaylee began, "It's just, it's umm… it's all messed up and I'm….so confused and I'm scared. I don't know what to do. Just don't know what to do," wiping her nose on the thin strap of her own tank-top. "I don't know if I want to say how I., …don't know how to say…," she finished lamely. "Talk around it, Honey. Just talk around it and I'll get what you mean." Inara smiled as she heard herself speak this phrase effortlessly, remembering where she'd first heard it. Her Guild friend Sonja had used that phrase replying to the wave Inara'd sent to her some weeks after Inara's first day aboard Serenity. Inara had been stumblingly trying to explain to her friend about her convoluted feelings concerning Malcolm Reynolds. The more Inara jittered and stuttered, the less she'd been able to make herself understood. But when Sonja calmly urged her to just talk around it, 'twas as if a sorcerer wove a spell of plain-speaking in Inara, one that let her get the words out smoothly and understandably. She told Sonja that the captain was handsome of face and form, with ugliness inside him, coming out when he constantly demeaned her profession, called her a whore and worse. His many other faults included being reckless with his own life yet careful with the lives of those under his care. Brave at keeping them all under control and afraid of speaking to Inara for more than a few minutes at a time, always running from the chance of an argument. The man was a mystery wrapped in an enigma, clad in the leanly muscled skin of a swai swaggering broad-shouldered space cowboy. Inara couldn't quite find a way to speak to him or be spoken to by him that didn't end in an untenable uncomfortableness that lasted for days. Buddha, it was probably a good thing their bursts and starts of conversation didn't last long or she couldn't possibly have lived on the Firefly ship with him underfoot. Sonja listened patiently and long, a trained Companion well versed in such skills. When Inara finally came up for air, her friend laid it out clearly and simply, "He loves you, 'Nara. And you need to take a minute for that to sink in, then tell me what your body's response is to that realization." The eruption came a full 57 seconds earlier than Sonja had recommended as a waiting period. "The zhu tou posturing pongoid can walk right here and quin wode pigu!" an incensed Inara had bitten out. Sonja laughed lightly, "Language, my dear Companion! Wouldn't our tireless Guild senseis be appalled! But I can't blame you, really. Not a surprising reaction when somebody tells you what your heart doesn't want your head to know. Perhaps if you had waited the minute I recommended, your answer would have been something else entirely." She couldn't resist adding another aside, "And as to your inviting the pig-headed monkey to kiss your lovely ass, I am quite certain he wouldn't mind starting there, should the possibility exist that the two of you could stop talking long enough to use our learned skills of non-verbal communication, Companion friend of mine." A minute or more went by as Sonja filled Inara's heavy-breathing silence with those observations. After taking in her friend's meaning, the raven-haired Inara's considered response changed to, "Cao! What a sha gua I am, a fruit for brains. You're correct, of course, he and I have feelings for each other. My god, what am I going to do…" Her friend gave her the answer she needed, "The standard two choices to the horns of any dilemma apply. You may act on the attraction, or do your best to pretend to yourself and the good captain that there's nothing between you." Sonja's client was due to arrive any moment so she wrapped up her advice-giving. "To keep on pretending, to do nothing is a valid option, Love. But if you choose that route, you'll have to work on stoic acceptance. So choose. And know that whichever you decide to do, it will be the right choice. I believe in you." "Namaste," two lovely voices chimed in unison in their usual goodbye to one another and the wave was over. Most women's problems seemed to boil down to men or money and Inara sensed that Kaylee was about to spill a man's name so she brushed away the cobwebs of her own unresolved Mal issues to listen intently as Kaylee's small cries at last gave way to intelligible speech. "I slept with Jayne." There. It was out, big, bald and awful to say. She hoped 'Nara wouldn't slam up off the floor and fly as far away from Kaylee's shame as she could get. Didn't dare look at her friend for fear of seeing Inara wanted to do just that. Seeking clarification before going any further, Inara ventured, "Jayne's been incapacitated. Mal said you'd been of much help to his progress, easing Simon's load too, helping Jayne take nourishment, staying nearby while he slept. Did you, errr…sleep beside him to help him to get warm?" Kaylee blurted out, "Noooo, well yeah. It kinda started out like that. But it hit me that he's all alone and I'm all alone without a man, without Simon ever sparing me more than a bare word or glance now and then, and I slid in beside Jayne last night and…it sort of happened." Mei-mei, did he… Did you… Was it something you both wanted?" "Oh yesu, yeah, Inara," Kaylee nodded vigorously as she swiped one bare forearm across her eyes and then nose, clearing the way for some good forthright girl talk. "He's, errrr, he's a strong figure of a man and simply exudes sex, Honey, it's not that I don't understand you'd be attracted, but, ummmm, Simon? Do you still have feelings for Simon?" "It's funny how it came on me. And it ain't that I don't still think Simon's all swai and gentlemanly-fine, but Jayne and me… we just fit. Boy, did we fit, 'Nara. And I've been grazing the skin over my knuckles in here working all morning trying to quit thinkin' on how well we fit, and on what he's gonna do, what I'm gonna do when we see each other again." "How long do you think you can avoid a guy that big in such a small ship, Kaylee love? Fresh tears welled up, "Not gorram long enough. Not long enough for me to start sussing out what I want. Or figuring out what I'll do when I see him the next time and he tells me he does NOT want." Kaylee pulled a fresh rag out of her pocket and swiped at her eyes, blew her nose. "I'm a wreck of womanhood, 'Nara, my wires are all crossed up. Dunno which direction to go. I feel like a weather vane in a windstorm." Inara thought about her own choice about her and Mal, about unrequited love, or at least lust, put on terminal hold for her and him. She held the little mechanic at arms length, met her eye to eye. "Kaylee, you need to find out what you want. And the best way to do that is for you to find out what Jayne wants first. You get that information, then you go from there." Her gaze was direct and urgent. "Don't let the chance for something good pass you by, dong ma?" End of Part 2 Thanks for reading. Let me know what you think. I'll be watching for it! gorram – god damn or gosh darn fay-fay d'pian – big fat lie tah mah de-ing: mother fucking wu de tyen ah – dear god in heaven mei shi- free, without problems fong luh - crazy wo cao ni ba bei zi zu zong – fuck 8 generations of your ancestors feng du – bored zhu tou- pig headed quin wode pigu- kiss my ass cao! - fuck sha gua - stupid melon namaste – a Hindu farewell or greeting. "The Divine in me meets the Divine in you." The Pleasuring of Kaylee, Part 3 Malcolm Reynolds met Kaylee while she was walking head down and concentrating in the corridor outside Jayne's quarters. She looked to be dirt-smeared but cute in a spring-born lamb kind of way. "Hey, Kaylee. What's news?" His mechanic stopped short and squeaked in surprise, putting out one hand against the hallway wall, "Uh, hi, Cap'n. Didn't see you, I musta been wool-gathering." She shifted from one foot to the other, placing hands on hips. "Ummm, how's Jayne doing?" "Good, real good. Doc's been to see him so I know the verdict ain't just wishful thinking. According to Simon and Jayne, it seems your good works've been part of the cure. Benefits of that'll be paying off in credits if my plans for ill-gotten gains go shiny. Jayne's gun-hand representing our little group looks to be a key element so his bein' healthy'll be the difference between paid and broke." He smiled at her absent-mindedly, thoughts locked on the further workings of The Plan. "Inara told me you took him something to eat this morning. Did he get it down alright,?" she asked, making conversation but also wanting to find out if Jayne still needed her to bring him something to break his fast. Trucking a meal down to him yesterday had been a means to communion between them. Might work that way again. Doing for him today might be a good way to get said what needed saying. There was talking to be done. Inara had been right to suggest it. A quick ripping of the bandage and then she (and he) could go on from there. Which ever way the wind blew them. No matter what happened, Jayne's little lover was tired of the waiting, the wondering and the wounding it brought to her mind. "Ate four strawberry baos, some powdered eggs Book liquefied and scrambled up for him and downed two cans of milk," Mal answered, one side of his mouth smiling at her as he spoke. "I'd say he did alright, inhaled it all as if it was air and he was suffocating from the lack." No meal-taking then. Answer received, Kaylee put small talk aside, had her own purpose in mind and wanted to get to it. "Is it okay for me to say hi to him, or is he sleeping?," she asked. "Simon and I just walked Jayne to the shower, he needed some help making the trip. Insisted he could get there on his own, but Simon wasn't taking no chances on a fall sending the patient back to the infirmary. Funny, nobody's ever accused Jayne of being worrisome over personal hygiene before. Maybe the rap on his head's done us all a favor if it brings us a cleaner-smelling man." "Shiny. Thanks for the update, Cap'n," Kaylee delivered this as she headed toward Jayne's last known location ma-shong. She needed to face him before her courage fled, and that meant now, no matter whether the surroundings included steamy water or not. The sole object of her attention was still inside the shower when she reached there. The outside door to the small room was closed but not latched. She stood outside, forehead pressed to the portal for a minute, then walked on in, closing the door silently behind her and facing the shower in the corner, girded up for the encounter. She needn't have worried about making a little noise or about confronting him just then. Jayne's back was to the room, his shoulders rising above the water vapor that shifted all around him like a lover's hottest breath. He was soaping his hair, face turned up into the spray, then shook his head like a terrier as he rinsed. Seemed content to let the water's force pound the back of his neck after that. The Pleasuring of Kaylee Ch. 01 Kaylee swallowed and followed the line of him down from otter-sleek head past heavy mountainous terrain of shoulders and back. Her gaze passed over the inhospitable mist-covered areas and settled on one hard buttock that played peek-a-boo through the flumes. She swallowed again. Took a large dry linen towel down off a rack and settled into a stance of watchful waiting. There was plenty to watch and she'd never mind if the waiting lasted for a week. He soaped under his arms, then turned this way and that to allow water to cleanse away the soap. Her eyes were adhered to the man as he stepped a little back from the shower head, took the cake of soap and vigorously lathered his genitalia. She couldn't see it, exactly, but knew that to be his destination due to his spread legs, slightly bent knees, elbows jutting back and forth as he laved himself clean, then rinsed. Grateful for something to lean on, Kaylee edged her way nearer to a storage closet a few feet from the shower under an exhaust fan that was currently switched on. She had keen need of something to lean on at that moment, and it would provide a handy place to duck beside when he turned around to face what he had every reason to expect would be an empty shower room. Just as she moved to the cover, he about-faced, rinsing his back, eyes forward. Didn't see Kaylee, wasn't looking for anybody, although his mind had been seeing Kaylee all the previous night and all of today too. Woulda liked to spend some quality time with her now, even if only in his head, allow his hands to work himself imagining it was her. Mal'd told him to hurry, though. He wanted to talk to Jayne and Zoe 'bout the shanghaiing of a payroll. Truth to tell, Jayne was in a hurry his own self to get back to earning his keep. A flush money bag was a thing o' beauty and a joy for-fecking-ever, but also might be a help to getting Kaylee something nice. She liked nice things, even though her job left her in work clothes and smudged most times. He liked what he saw her in, no matter what it was. Liked her even more nekkid. Had seen it with his own eyes in his own bunk so he knew what he was talkin' about. There it went again. He turned off the hot and cold water, shoved the nekkidness of Kaylee outta his gorram mind and opened the shower door, looking down at the threshold so as to not trip while getting out. The steam from the open door rolled out onto something standing on the terrycloth bath mat just outside. Jayne jumped, hands reaching for weapons that weren't on his wet naked hip. "Kaylee!," he yelped at the sight of her, linen towel in hand, chestnut hair fluffed around her pretty face from the room's humidity. "I didn't, ummm, I wasn't…" She didn't say much, and her expression said even less as she grated, "Turn around." He did. Complying with any Kaylee request was becoming second nature to Jayne. He didn't even have to think about it, just did whatever she asked because what she asked him was for his good. His back was safely to her now and he searched for something to say, anything that might be charming and calm-producing at a time like this. Nothing came to him. What would Simon say? Jayne's brain function revved up a notch toward guilt, thinking her request for him to turn around might be on account of her embarrassment at the bold sight of him, pure overhead lights of the room limning his swingin' cod, hanging out there all to hell and back. He thought to cup his privates from view, but trashed the thought. He wanted, needed to see where this would go and no more hiding might be the way to provoke some kind, any kind of conversation. She was all he'd been thinking about and talking had to be the way out of his current mental predicament. He took a deep breath to start in on saying something, even if it was wrong, when he felt the first firm gliding touch of her hand through the linen cloth. She toweled the back of his head and neck, moved on to the breadth of shoulders and dipped in at the small of his back. He should have been cold, the water on him cooling as the room's temperature penetrated through the open door of the shower. He was red hot though, not a shiver to spare. The big wet man let all his breath go at the first touch of her, leaned on his bent arms on the shower wall while involuntarily and simultaneously pushing his body out toward her reach. She took the cloth up to his right armpit, "Raise your wing," dried under there, moved to the other side, Jayne, the quick study that he was where she was concerned, raised his other "wing" without needing to be asked. She turned the dampening cloth over and smoothed it over one of his hips, then the other. His head turned as far around as it could to look down at her, trying to catch a look at her expression, but she was bending down to kneel at his heels. He faced the wall, afraid to look anymore, frankly fearing he was losing his mind again, happily hallucinating his heart's, his body's desire made flesh right here and gorram now. From her kneeling position on the bath mat, Kaylee reached the cloth up to his firm buttocks, rubbing as if they were stepping stones to be lightly polished. He flexed a bit and she smiled, pulling her cloth-covered hand down to the juncture of his thighs, hesitating just the tiniest instant, then plowing down one of his legs and up the other almost before his upper thighs had a chance to part in vain hopes of further delving toward his balls and staff. Surely THERE was a wet place in need of some industrious drying. Jayne's shower assistant made the slightest pleased "mmm-ing" noise deep in her throat at his eager reaction, but Jayne was breathing so hard and loud that he'd never heard it. If he could see her face just then, he'd not be worried so much about what he needed to say in order for her to find him charming. Non-verbal communication was working a goddamn miracle. The back of him all properly dry, she uttered, "Turn around," again and he did. And his cock nearly hit her in the head. He bent down a little as if to raise her up by her arms but she stopped the motion-- hell, stopped his breath-- by cupping his cock and balls in her linen-swathed hands. Well, somebody throw him a squirrel and let him ride a cab to nut town. He was about to go completely insane and it looked to be a very good place to be. Kaylee was looking straight up into his stunned face as she worked the towel beneath him, above him and around him, drying his nethers off. She carefully gently slowly and easily took the towel's edge to behind his nutsack and slowly swept it back under it and over it, and cupped first one ball, then the other. She had a need to dry him off especially carefully in this area, prior to an even stronger need to re-wettify them herself. Inara was wrong. Words weren't what was needed here. Kaylee and Jayne had not exchanged more than a dozen words here in the shower room. Talking was over-rated. She filled her eyes with his face and form, filled her sinuses with his soap-clean smell, with the underlying leather and tobacco smell of the man. Filled her ears with his hard-won breathing, a difficulty she was the glad cause of, and filled her hands with the lovely weight of his jutting manhood. And just in case there was any possibility that Kaylee might actually need to do some speaking, just because she didn't want to voice any words since she didn't have anything pretty to say, she stopped the need for speech by flipping the damp towel over one shoulder, gripping the base of his shaft in her hand, balls in the other and filled her mouth with Jayne. ma-shong – on the double gorram – god damn, or gosh darn The Pleasuring of Kaylee, Part 4 The top of Jayne Cobb's head blew clean off. That's the only way he could describe it as it happened. People talked about having their mind blown, and this had to be what it meant. Since the biggest part of his brain tended to be located where Kaylee Frye's mouth was working at that very moment, it was a doubly accurate description. Right after she had tenderly and thoroughly dried him down with a towel, she'd knelt down, ordered him to turn to face her and she'd started on wettin' right specific parts of him. His eyes took it all in like he was sighting down Vera's sleek length boring down on a potential kill. A living breathing all-over perfect wet dream was mucking up his ability to think straight so he simply stopped thinking, left everything on auto-pilot while his body went on a field trip. He couldn't take his eyes offa her head, her pretty hair, the small hand that alternately gripped him hard and circled up soft to where her mouth held him, then back down to where his cock rose up from its moorings at his groin. She took him in deep, hand resting at his base, then pulling suction wet and hot, taking giving, back up to the purple head of him, fingers pulling toward her mouth, running all along his length to just in front of her lips and back down again. Her hand knew the pace, the squeeze, the rhythm and pulse he needed, god damn, she was the best he never knew could be. How'd she get to know this dance so friggin' well? Who cared? He sure didn't care. Would be all luh-suh of an idiot to really have any need to question the gift of this. Couldn't no-wise bring himself to care about anything just now, what with the move and sway of Kaylee's mouth on him, her hand a graceful ministering acolyte praying service to him alongside her mouth, her tongue. Her other hand didn't lack for terrain ripe for torture neither. She plied it all soft and long up behind his low back, then ranged beneath him, running fingers along his ball sack, now slyly pinching the bit of excess flesh not yet strung tight to his balls up against his body. Restless as a long tailed cat in a room full of rockin' chairs, she touched, held him there lightly, playfully, seeming to know just the right handling he'd take. 'Wa ch-ao, she held his eggs like she'd had a pair to learn on all her life. And he knew that wasn't the case, for hadn't his own hand's fingers played over her nethers, stroked inside her folds, tested her pinkness last night when they'd made love in his quarters, in his gorram bunk? Right now in the shower room, the girl was a miracle of tenderness, of caring planted right at his feet, mouth leaving his cock to hotly, leisurely kiss her way to his scrotum, lips gently tugging one covered ridged oval and then the other. He hissed through mouth and nose, coiled snake of a man stretched up taut beyond bearing, het up on all manner of engine overload. Before he lost any shred of control, Jayne took another deep breath and exhaled her name in a plea for her to stop. "Kaylee girl. Awwwww, no I don't want you to, but you gotta stop." His eyes registered her compliant attention, cessation of the blow job of his life, and his body called his mouth a gorram fool. Kaylee's water-misted face turned up to him, eyebrows raised in a question that her eyes couldn't find answered in his own. She used the back of the hand that had lately held his manhood, slowly wiped across her mouth before she stood to face him. She was trembling, realizing the horror of her latest mistake. Hell, the whole story of her and Jayne that'd come down during the last few days was a stupid mistake, and she was the author, only one to blame. He didn't want her, couldn't want her. Had to think she was a tchen wa, a desperate slut, throwing herself into his bed last night and attacking the man in his shower this morning, ordering him around, putting her mouth where it weren't no way welcome, not even useful enough to tolerate her on him... "Jayne, I'm sorry. Sorry I've been so stupid. I thought I'd just let it all lay, give me and you time to even things out and simmer down after last night," she moved back from him a step. "It didn't work for me, the giving time, the simmering down. I've been no good to anybody, and worse, no good to Serenity's needin' work like I should. And it's because of you. You're running around in my head, nekkid and muscly and screwin' with everything I'm supposed to be concentrating on. I quit working on tuning up the engines this morning on account of you. Left it on hold, figuring maybe if I stopped avoiding you, found you in your cabin and sat down to talk, really talk about it, maybe I'd get free to get back to normal." She turned her back to him then, not wanting to see his face when she finished. "When Mal told me you were in the shower, all I could think about was not thinking. Not needing to think, just needing to do. And when I saw you in here, sweet Buddha, Jayne, it was a relief, a glorified relief to stop thinking and let myself take you in, hold you tight, let that answer some of the questions that've been rattling around in me. No need to talk, just to touch ya." "Kaylee," she heard his voice easing out deeper, smokier than usual, felt the air shift a bit when he stepped a little closer to her. Out of the side of her eye she saw his hand reach to turn her back toward him but she couldn't have that. She stepped away again, slid sideways to the door, urge to escape the undeniable inevitable dismissal he was surely about to give over-riding anything else. "I'll…I'll talk to you later, Jayne. I've gotta go, shouldn't have left the engine room a mess. Captain'll kill me, will be askin' me about space monkeys tearing things up again, so I've gotta get there and finish up before he sees red." Jayne hated himself for having no gift with words. Words to fling in anger, speech to make her stay. Chinese curses worked in whorehouses and taverns, sure. Sarcasm sharp as the big pig-sticker sheathed on his belt, yeah. Words pretty and charmifying to combat Kaylee's hurt, well, nothing like that appeared in his arsenal. Especially not now when he needed them, when SHE needed them. All he did was clear his throat in helpless confusion as she turned to go. That and he wrapped a towel around his waist in belated modesty. The makeshift kilt didn't do a thing to ease the congestion of a dick that kept pointing accusingly up at the pie-hole that'd told the glory that was Kaylee to stop ministering to him. Amazingly, his cock twitched a bit toward her direction as she turned to leave, threatening to follow her out the door, would his uncooperative feet please just assist in the carrying of it in her wake. The mindless piece of meat left off veering toward her exit and began pointing up at him when she closed the door. She'd flown away from him, from it. "Wo cao ni ye ye de sao pi yan!," he yelled, uncaring that Kaylee was sure to hear his anger expressed in the filthiest mandarin he could dredge up as she strode down the corridor outside. He slammed the flat of his hand up against the clear plaz of the shower door with all the strength of considerable frustration. It came off its moorings at the force of it, swinging crazily back and forth. "That's just great," he mumbled. Something that needed fixin' quick-like before the next person came in. Some innocent would come in here for a shower, see the broken limping door and make some crack about him not knowing his own strength, or maybe sayin' he was too weak to stand up proper, musta leaned on the door and broken it, and he'd hand them their gorram teeth in payment. He knew he would. And after he administered the dental work, Mal'd treat him to a non-stop economy flight out the airlock without a moon suit. Things was bad right now, but no need for more bad just because he was all hell of a twisted up wang ba dan. He'd have to work quick before someone came in and reaped bodily injury they didn't nowhere near deserve. The next person to take a shower would be lucky. They'd get all he'd wanted, a nice long pleasant shower. Oh sure, theirs wouldn't be complicated, interrupted by a sweet little love slave's mouth all wrapped warm and willin' and pulling on their nethers… Gorramit! What'd he done? Why did he have to be such a gan ni niang'n fool? He kicked at the bottom of the door, rewinding its crazy canted swinging. Now his big toe hurt too and that was actually good news, because the stinging singing pain took his mind off the tightness of his testicles, the throbbing of his prick's disappointment unrighteously-wrought. The big man yanked open the storage closet and found a little box of sundry tools on the bottom shelf. He grabbed what he needed and went to fixing the damaged shower door with a vengeance ordinarily only shown by him in a bar brawl, controlled anger vented somewhat on the work at hand. He finished the job quickly, put the box back in the closet and ripped the towel off his waist, tossing it without a thought on the floor despite Zoe's sure-to-be-repeated lecturing on a body's need to respect a space used by his peers. At this moment he refused to see any path of reasonable thought due to the obscuring red haze in his head. Like an alpha wolf raked bloody by its mate, seeking only to find and vent frustration on the cause of his pain, he let only instinct guide him toward his next move. "Whadda I do now?," he hissed. Looked around the room as if the answer lay there. 'Stick to essentials,' he thought. Since he couldn't go after her buck-naked, he thrust his still damp feet into clean khaki army-issue pants, dragging them up over his rearing cock and struggling to button the fly strained nigh to bursting by what Kaylee'd left behind as a souvenir. Shoes weren't strictly necessary for tracking down his tormenter and neither was a shirt, so he left them in a pile on the bench where he'd tossed them when he came in to shower an hour or maybe a year ago. Hell, time'd stood still while she'd been at him, on him. Sufficiently garbed for government work, the big man took huge hurrying strides to the exit and slipped, slid unstopped by his bare feet on the wet floor. On the way down he grabbed at the door handle for support but lost his grip and fell down hard on the tiles. Seeking purchase on the door meant that his hands were no help in bracing for impact so his right hip and gunshot thigh met unyielding floor and, lastly, the side of his head impacted with a double thud that echoed all along the corridor outside. Not soon enough for Kaylee to hear it though since her running feet had taken her half-way to the engine room by the time the floor rose up to meet him. The lights went out for Jayne as he lay cold and alone in the shower room. ~~~ Inara's still small smile was testament to the good she felt she'd done today. A life sold to the Companion's Guild sometimes honed one's ability to provide counsel regarding relationships, a sort of working woman's amateur psychology. That was a side effect of years spent perfecting one-on-one (or sometimes one on two) intimate relationships for a living. Her profession was perfectly suited to what she knew in the very bottom of her soul was her love for people, her need to be of use and help to them. By doing so, she helped herself. Some people did not, could never understand this. Didn't acquaint what she and her carefully chosen clients did with the societal service it truly was. One person in particular refused to see how ideally suited Inara Serra's craft was to her inner self, how necessary it was for the continuance of her existence both physical and metaphysical. His refusal to try and understand left the serene lake of her reserved calm choppy and nearly foaming in the wake of his jarring insults. It was as if he reached one strong long-fingered hand inside her, stirring up her waters. Malcolm Reynolds trod all unheeding inside the house and property of Inara's soul. And just as a plumber's house tended to have leaky pipes, the lovely Guild-registered Companion found the captain to be the evidence of her failure at home on Serenity.