Title: Strawberries

Summary: Kaylee always smelled like strawberries.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything in the Firefly 'verse.

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Strawberries

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Kaylee always smelled like strawberries.

She could work on Serenity’s engine for hours, or not even eat a single strawberry for months; but, under all that dirt and grime, Kaylee Frye always smelled like strawberries.

It was something she always looked forward to after days - even a few hours - of servicing clients. She could come home, bath, and relax. Kaylee couldn’t always meet her when she arrived, as Mal seemed to like to keep Kaylee in the engine room as long as possible. But at the end of the day, when Serenity and the rest of the crew slept, Kaylee would always sneak into her shuttle.

“Welcome home bao bei.”

She grinned; speak of the devil.

“Kaylee,” she breath out, stepping into the welcome embrace. Just as always, underneath the grime and dirt, she could smell strawberries.