God, I can't believe I'm posting this. I don't even like this pairing. But I owed 'Itsawash' for her shiny S/K fic

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Title: Breaking the Rules

Rating: PG-15

Synopsis: Kaylee persuades Jayne to break a rule.

Author’s Notes: This takes place months BEFORE the series began. Because no one will ever be able to convince me that once Simon got on board, Kaylee ever had eyes for anyone else but him. Disclaimer: This story is not meant to infringe on the copyright of any person or company related to the trademarked characters and situations depicted in the Serenity movie or Firefly series. I make no money from this. Only done for fun – and a desperate craving to have more stories told about this wonderful ‘verse Joss Whedon created.

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I owe Itsawash for writing me a S/K fic. Consider yourself DAMN special for getting even this little bit out of my brain! :)

Thanks to Washie for the beta.

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“I need to get off this boat, Mal,” Jayne followed the Captain all the way to the cargo bay, brushing by Kaylee without a single backward glance. He’d been warned the minute he stepped on board not to touch that girl. And so far, despite how hard he got at the mere sight of the mechanic, he’d not so much as looked at her the wrong way – well, when anyone was looking, that is.

“Learn to control your hormones, Jayne,” came Mal’s exasperated retort.

“It’s been weeks!”

Kaylee crept closer to listen, her curiosity piqued.

Mal didn’t answer, simply double and triple checked the cargo before pulling himself to his full height and staring down the mercenary who’d only been on his ship for a few short months.

“I need some trim, Mal. C’mon, a man’s got needs.”

Kaylee raised an eyebrow, her eyes darting from Jayne to the Captain and back again. Jayne wasn’t the only man who needed a good lay.

When Mal opened his mouth to answer, Jayne glanced up at the shuttle, “Unless you’re – breakin’ your own rule.”

Mal rolled his eyes at the thinly veiled implication that he was relieving his needs in the Companion’s bed. “Wash and Zoe are already breakin’ my rules.” The disgust was evident in his voice at their blatant disregard for his number one rule – no shipboard romances.

Jayne’s mouth quirked into a knowing smirk. “Couldn’t afford her ‘eh?”

Mal huffed in annoyance. “I’ve never bothered to ask.” He raised his finger like a father scolding a small child. “And we’ll be on Santo within the week. You can get your needs met then.”

Kaylee flattened herself against the wall as Mal strode through the door and up the back stairs, grinning as she thought of the Captain and his rules. She’d grown up breaking every one her parents put in front of her. And she’d turned out quite fine.

When she poked her head around the door, she landed cheek-to-chest with a very tall, very muscular Jayne Cobb.

Kaylee’s eyes went wide with surprise but she didn’t step back. She stood her ground. Refusing to be intimidated by this hulk of a man that simply oozed sex before her very eyes.

“Spyin’ll get you in a heap of trouble ‘round here.”

Kaylee cocked her head to the side and grinned at him. “Only if it’s you doing the spying,” came the confident retort.

“Yeah, well,” Jayne took a step back, unnerved at her behavior. “I got – things to do.”

“Uh huh.” Kaylee’s eyes swept down the length of him and then back again. “Got near a week before –“

“Don’t,” Jayne raised his hand and silenced her. He didn’t like the way she was looking at him. No, he corrected himself, he was instantly aroused by the way she was looking at him. But Mal’s warning echoed in his head and he wrinkled his nose in disgust that he was even concerning himself with the Captain’s opinion. Jayne Cobb was not a man to turn down a willing woman. Ever.

Kaylee’s eyes flashed with hurt for a moment before she shoved her hands onto her hips and challenged him with every inch of her petite frame. “I ain’t good enough for ya?”

Jayne’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth to speak but she wasn’t finished.

“Girl’s got needs to, y’know. I ain’t had none in longer than you probably.”

“Ya don’t want me, girl,” Jayne snapped, willing his feet to take a step back but unable to force his brain to connect with his limbs.

One glance at his rapidly tenting cargo pants told Kaylee all she needed to know and she grinned coyly at him, eyes dancing. “You want me, though.”

Jayne growled, glanced down at his hips, and swayed forward, towering over her. “Boy gets all excited over any pretty little thing.”

Kaylee took a small step forward and Jayne could feel the scent of engine grease and sweat on her skin. It was a heady smell that made him want to push her up against the wall and take her right then and there.

He knew how she’d gotten her job on this boat. Despite that sweet, innocent face, there was a lusty aura that surrounded this girl. He could see it in the sway of her generous hips, in the swish of her hair, the way her eyes danced over any handsome boy she met, or, the clincher that sent him straight to his bunk without dinner, the way she ate a strawberry.

“Don’t mean nothin’, Jayne.” An inch closer and he could feel her breath on his skin. “Just want ta feel somethin’ down there for a change that ain’t run on batteries.”

Jayne swallowed thickly. Gorram girl was gonna get him thrown off this boat.

Long, thin fingers tapped out an uneven rhythm against his chest as at once those puppy dog eyes turned from sweet and innocent to feral and hungry.

He hadn’t even felt her put them there.

“Mal catches us and I ain’t likely to make it to Santo alive.“

The flash of smile across her pretty mouth told him she’d noticed how his voice had dropped, revealing his barely contained arousal. “It’s just sex, Jayne.” Kaylee said with a shrug as she turned around and walked toward the passenger dorms, her dirty coveralls hugging her curves in all the right places.

It took the big man a moment to regain his senses as the synapses in his brain shorted out due to the pooling of every available blood cell in his groin. With a low, determined grunt, he willed his legs to move and he caught her just walking by the first dorm room. He wrapped big, thick arms around her waist and slid open the door, growling, “That’s right, girl, that’s all it is. Just sex.”

He was going to hell. But he knew the satisfying rut he’d have between her legs would be worth it.

END

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Yes, I still love Simon. Yes, all the rest of my fics will have Simon and Kaylee together. I just loves them! :)

This was written as payback for Washie and posted because she nagged.