Before we get to the fic, I've a few words to say to AComfortableNumb and EngineAngel for the beauteous beta work. I was ready to deposit this whole thing into the rubbish bin until ACN gave me hope by erasing a rampant plot twist that didn't belong, and by bringing humor in. Engie is, as always, dear friend and mei mei, and her encouragement kept me going.

'ACN's fic'

'Engie's fic'

Here's the story:

Simon bent Kaylee over Jayne's lap at the dinner table, the doctor's slim-fingered hand skating lightly over her fabric covered hip. No licentiousness was involved, Simon's touch was applied to an angry swelling under the material.

Nobody knew how or why the girl had taken an injury. What they DID know was that she was sensitive about it, wouldn't allow an examination even after Simon pressed her about it when Inara had reported having seen the little mechanic limping along toward her quarters the day before. Now Kaylee was insensible from the pop the doctor had administered to her bare upper arm seconds before. Nervous and guilty at doping the lovely girl without her consent, even though he well knew the medical reason for it, he held his hand lightly, waiting to see if she would wake.

She didn't.

Her head dangled at the level of Jayne's shin where he sat in the dinner table chair. The impromptu exam table looked down to his left to Kaylee's grimy sleep-curled little hand that hung near his ankle, seeming ready to grasp him. He sucked in air of a sudden, shifted his seating a bit for the pleasure of feeling her breasts rustle against the outside of his muscled thigh.

˜Yesu, doc, take all the time ya need," his heated thoughts ran along those lines as his body felt the lines of her own strung out and unconscious in his lap. The shaft between his legs fought for air, for notice as the pleasurable torture of Kaylee's curves laid out atop him continued.

"The coveralls will have to come down, of course."

"Huh?"

Simon ignored Jayne's one word question, un-tied the loosely knotted arms of the garment tied like a belt around her hips and tugged it below one side of her bottom.

Jayne swallowed nervously, his adam's apple sliding down with the olive green material that slid by way of Simon's hand along her flank. The big man was rapt with wonder at the vision of hills and valley just a dozen inches from his mouth. 'Lord love a duck, but I'd love to get closer to that.' He swallowed again, as if he could taste her. Wondered silently if Simon might could be convinced to go away for a few minutes.

She wore white cotton nothings underneath, Jayne thought they were called "French cut", the kind that sat high up on smooth white thighs. Yeah, them's the ones. He swallowed and swiped with the back of one hand at beaded sweat that erupted on his upper lip. He shifted in the chair again.

Simon was oblivious to everything but the angry red bump the size of an apple on Kaylee's hip. Heat radiated off of it and a pustule pulsed in the center. "Wuo de ma, doc, what the hell is that?," Jayne exclaimed, his upper body retreating then slowly leaning in to get a better look at the injury.

Jayne had seen her frame in full light before, but only in his dreams. In his eyes right now the disfiguring bulge didn't hurt the beauty of the girl's bare lower back and barely clothed posterior cushioned pertly on his thighs. He cleared his throat and leaned forward, the better to see what the doc was looking at.

Tilting his head to the side, Simon took a small maglite from a shirt pocket and freed his hands by clenching the tip between his teeth, aiming at the odd protuberance. He applied strong fingertips to the edges of the thing, probing the base, then up toward the middle, watching Kaylee for signs that the pain was so great as to wake her from sedative slumber.

Nothing. At least not from Kaylee.

The thing on her hip, however, swelled and pulsed with feverish notions. Simon continued to probe, and decided it best if he lance the wound first to see if the color of the liquid expelled would indicate any serious infection.

"Jayne, hold her here, I need to go retrieve my med kit so I can lance this before she wakes."

Jayne nodded, and watched the doctor turn to leave. As soon as Simon left vacated the room, Jayne's attention was immediately drawn back to Kaylee's exposed backside. He stretched out one hand, wrist bent backward, knuckles cracking loud in the quiet room. Reaching toward nirvana, he risked going to the special hell, one calloused finger slipping under the waistband of the white cotton.

Still breathing, not hellbound yet, Jayne was encouraged to slide the whole of his large hand inside Kaylee's panties, his palm cupping her, rubbing, fingers kneading her plump bum, a deep rumbling groan issuing forth from his chest. His head fell back, currents of pleasure shining up from what his hand held, travelling all up his arm to his seizing brain, down to his cock where it rode high and tight in his pants.

He ran his other hand beneath the woman's middle to shift himself as best he could, thumb and forefinger gripping the tip through coarse denim, swallowing back a louder groan, his organ strained, his body strained, his mind strained and as a bead of moisture colored the pants a shade darker, Kaylee's hand caressed his ankle.

Jayne's head whipped down and to the side, his breath drawn inward like air through the engines at the feel of kaylee's semi-conscious hand on his skin. Her head continued to loll senseless though, seemed her hand was all that held a will to move. He stopped the motion inside her panties, hand raised a little above her pearly skin, stretching the material upward but not touching her bottom.

Her hand fell away and Jayne sighed, resumed his hand's explorations.

Sliding his fingers, middle finger at the cleft of her buttocks, he ran it down, down, touched crisply curling hair and wetness. Traced a circle around the opening of her womanhood, stopped guiltily.

"Ain't gonna rape her," he muttered, but gods knew he hadn't the will to not touch what he'd been wantin' to do more than look at ever since Simon laid the lass on his lap. Extracting his hand from inside her clothing, Jayne touched his index finger to his lips and tasted Kaylee.

As Simon reentered the dining room, Jayne quickly applied his hand back towards him and adjusted Kaylee's dangling coveralls, as the blood that had been routed into his lap rushed back up to his face, red with embarrassment.

"Didn't seem right, her all exposed like that, I was just tryin' to cover her up a bit," Jayne explained, the redness in his cheeks growing.

"Jayne with honorable intentions..." Simon raised a perfect eyebrow. "Right. Makes me wonder what possessed me to leave you with her in a state of undress. Look, just hold her while I see if I can drain this, and we'll have her back upright in no time." Bending down, the doctor carefully placed his thumb and forefinger around the protrusion, and with his other hand raised the needle, gently inserting it into the center of the wound.

Kaylee's body flinched slightly in Jayne's lap, causing the big merc to wince as his own protrusion was wrenched slightly by her sternum.

Simon looked up at Jayne, "You have to hold her quite still, I need to draw the liquid out."

Jayne obliged, tracing his tongue along his lips, re-tasting the woman's body there. Keeping the rest of him steady, he wrenched his strong neck to the side, audibly popping the vertebrae, releasing some tension he planned on liberating further once in his bunk.

"You about done there, doc?," he grated out, brow furrowed, body below unfurled and ready.

"Just...about....THERE!," and Simon drew back the syringe with a flourish. Applying a sterile alcohol soaked cotton ball, he swiped at the now empty almost flat place on Kaylee's hip. Ending with a thinskin bandage pressed down gently, he and Jayne worked in concert to get her clothing adjusted right as rain and Jayne began the process of lifting her for a ride in his arms to the medlab till she recovered consciousness.

Jayne stopped in the act of rising to his feet, his arms full of Kaylee. The reason had to do with fully risen interest that had bloomed during her tenure on his lap. "Awww, stuff it," he growled, reaching down to roll her off his lap into one waiting arm at her shoulders, the other sliding beneath her knees. She laid like a baby in his grasp and he eased the arm at her shoulders so as to catch the back of her neck, making her head lay more comfortably there.

The big man and his arms' small passenger made their way to the doctor's domain, Jayne placing the non-burden carefully on the table, lifting her arm back to lay beside her as Simon covered Kaylee with a light sheet.

"We done here, Doc?"

Simon didn't answer, having already turned back toward the counter and his experimental treatments for River's continued healing.

Jayne slunk away toward where Vera slept, shifting his body's weapon tenting the front of his khaki's as he walked hurriedly, nearly bow-legged. Swiftly into his bed, he tore open the front of his pants, mind and body intent on getting a grip on himself while the taste, smell, feel of Kaylee was fresh and new.

He'd been through a lot; had done his good works for the day, and it had worked him up something fierce. His hand pistoned up and down, organ pulsing, pounding, blood pounding in his head in time with his strong heartbeat. Jayne's shaft stiffened, hardened, steel sheathed in suede, his balls tightened unbearably in the sack beneath.

This wouldn't take long. Couldn't. Not with the fuel of his senses so recently full of Kaylee-live, Kaylee-real, Kaylee-for-true.

He arched back hard in his bunk, booted heels digging into the thin mattress, both hands full, fingers of the lower hand tickling his balls, longest finger creeping back to stroke, oh-just a little at the opening back there.

And he came.

Gods, he came, the milk jetting from him in streamers of hot wet thick cum that fled his body like ammunition from his best gun. The man's hands slowed, thumb rose to the crown of him, wiped lazily at the last of the fluid, smile on his face as he ran his hand up further, rubbed the hot wetness into the skin of his chest.

He slept like that, legs bent at the knees, spread wide, pants open, shaft and sack cupped in one big hand. As he drifted off, he re-lived the last hour of goodness. His mind gave him Simon bending Kaylee over Jayne's lap.

End.