The Pleasuring of Kaylee, Part 5

Jayne’s captain stared wide-eyed, jaw set titanium hard straight past Zoe’s shoulder at a half-naked mercenary lying half atop his own good mechanic on the shower room floor.

‘Nara and Zoe stood filling the partially-opened doorway blocking Mal’s attempts to advance into the room, making themselves a barrier of female flesh preventing (or at least delaying) Jayne’s destruction, should Mal decide to draw down on the man.

Inara had her own motives for feeling protective of the budding relationship she’d earlier heard about and seen through Kaylee’s eyes. Zoe’s reasons had more to do with Jayne being unarmed and thus of little threat, undeserving of introduction to Mal’s packed heat. Also quickly noted was Kaylee’s face and figure unstruggling beneath the merc, seeming more than comfortable in Jayne’s arms. The firmly braced young womens’ unspoken agreement was that they'd hedge Jayne’s bets, stand Mal off long enough for explanations to be given and received.

Grunting, frustrated, Mal managed to wedge one broad shoulder and arm between Inara and his second-in-command. Trial and error proved that was all he could manage without hurting one of them and angering both.

From that snugly cushioned but slightly undignified position, Serenity’s crew’s righteously angry protector sighted on Jayne's face above a naked chest on top of Kaylee and issued a hard demand, voice icy cold but steady, “Jayne, you get your sorry self offa my mechanic and get up off the gorram floor.”

No move from Kaylee’s Jayne to prove he’d heard any directive, let alone cared.

Raking a hand through his shock of brown hair, the other snaking down to rest on the holstered mare’s leg at his hip, Mal continued, “Be quick about it now, Jayne. I ain’t playin’. To hell with needing you ridin’ shotgun on the job, I’ll teach SIMON to point and shoot Vera at any obstacles that need moving!”

Jayne continued to show no intent toward compliance, although he heard Mal fine. All the man on top of Kaylee wanted was to tell his captain to shove it. He was utterly absorbed at the moment taking in the view of Kaylee’s nipples puckered up and perky through the snug tank top riding half-way up her ribcage. That and the coveralls with arms tied and hanging that had slid way down her hips, low enough so Jayne could see that not only was his little paramour not wearing a bra, she’d god a'mighty honored his request that she leave off panties.

Jayne said nothing to Mal, all his thoughts churning and smoking in his eyes on Kaylee, seing Kaylee without the offending clothing that hardly provided any barrier at all to him. He growled low, predatory, involuntarily at the thought. If he concentrated ruttin’ hard on just the two of them and what he wanted to do, maybe the circus audience at the door would give up and leave them to it.

By way of Jayne ignoring his obvious direct orders, no, Jayne ignoring orders and ogling Kaylee like she was a grade A beefsteak and Jayne a starving diner, Mal perceived insult after injury. Fists clenching in impotent anger, one balled-up hand on Zoe’s shoulder for balance as he leaned forward between her and Inara, Mal seethed all the more, stoking up to a fine and percolating rage.

Zoe, Inara, Jayne and Kaylee appeared to have nothing to say, which was of the good, really, because Malcolm Reynolds was on a roll, gathering words fit to goad Jayne into angry but immediate obedience.

“Real soon now, the doc’ll have plenty of extra time for learning to replace you in the henchman trade since your moldering corpse won’t need his fine doctorin’ anymore.” He jerked one arm and hand back over his shoulder, demanding and finally catching Jayne’s attention.

“You an’ me got an appointment that starts and ends with your worthless carcass on the wrong side of the airlock.” Mal patted the gun at his hip, the only hip he had managed to shove between Jayne’s friendlies at the door. His eyes narrowed in a pure-D threat he was sure to make reality. “Get up, Jayne. Final warning before I skin this smoke wagon and shoot you someplace non-lethal and then take you to die proper-like, all breathing space outside my boat.”

Jayne turned toward Mal, smiled sideways, evil-visaged, daring his angry captain to make his move. For his part, Jayne did not move from his perch. The view was too good for moving. No matter how tempted Jayne was to turn his risen and as yet unsatisfied libido to good use in a long over-due brawl with his leader, he had all manner of better use for it right where he was at.

“Nah, it’s shiny, Cap’n. I’m fine, he ain’t hurting me,” the woman pinned under Jayne’s big body was finally heard from. She used a hand to try and make her hair behave, hoping to look less like a mauled thing, more like a satisfied vixen who meant to be right where she found herself.

“Truth to tell, I came after him. Been chasing him down for days now, nowhere I’d rather be than this close to ‘m.” She thought better of playing favorites between Jayne and Serenity in front of the boss of both her and her girl, so she rose up a little on her elbows, best attempt at attention she could manage in her current position and hurriedly added, “I mean to say, Serenity’s all ship-shape, Cap’n. Work’s all done so I’m sorta taking my break.”

“There, Mal. Ya got your answer so get the ruttin’ hell out,” Jayne bent down and kissed Kaylee lightly but lingeringly on the lips, planning for their audience to be gone by the time he came back up.

Three sharp intakes of air from the doorway trio, and then, “Did he just kiss her? Jayne that doesn’t kiss? This looks serious,” that cogent observation from Zoe.

Testing her theory out, Zoe raised her voice toward the man on the floor, “Did you hear the Captain say Vera’s got a new owner, Jayne?”, she asked, closely studying Kaylee’s beau for reaction.

“Fuck Vera. Take her, she’s all yours!,” and Jayne punctuated the short speech by using one bare foot to kick the heavy shower room door closed, nearly clipping the side of Mal’s face in the jamb. Before anybody outside could react, the door was heard to latch from the inside.

Stunned into insensibility, Mal turned toward the two women left on his side of the closed door, his hard jaw set impossibly harder as he spoke, “Zoe, did that hwoon dan just give me Vera? With no trade on the table?”

“Trade was offered, Sir.” Mal searched her placidly serious face. “Seems you get Vera, he gets Kaylee.”

Mal leaned against the door, thumping his forehead on it for effect. Not four inches from where his head rested he could hear Kaylee making outrageous giggly sounds that were cut off abruptly by he knew who doing who knows what.

Helpless to do anything but try hard to wrap his mind around the events of the past several minutes, Mal drew ragged breath and spoke through teeth clenched tight enough it was a wonder they didn’t crack into shards. “Yeah, it’s serious,” and a beaten man turned and walked away down the corridor toward the kitchen. Suddenly he needed a drink, even if it was just green tea with a little Sake added for flavor.

Zoe and Inara followed in their captain’s wake, no further need for their being a barrier of protection any longer, they were fully prepared to be ear-witnesses to what Mal would say about the situation he was making fast strides away from. Besides, they were loath to play voyeur to the sounds of the pair’s communion through the door. Discussion was to be had in the kitchen, and it promised to be more interesting.

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“Where was we at, Kaylee?", Jayne asked, rubbing his hand along her bare belly and hips his eyes had been steadily mapping while Mal raged outside. His fingers fluttered the smallest bit as he moved the palm firmly along her middle, the motion a wavering gentle rubbing that sent Kaylee's flesh tingly warm signals from that connection down to her pointing toes.

Belatedly realizing that Mal was likely to storm in since the door was un-locked, the strong man quickly sat up off of Kaylee, leaned to the door handle and flipped the lock, giving them their needed privacy.

Lamenting the lost connection, Kaylee still spread on the floor, Jayne reached one arm down around her waist and back and scooped her up onto his lap. Breath sweeping out of her in the process, Kaylee giggled on her next indrawn one.

Jayne butt-walked them both flush with the door, their combined bodies added security against a door-rush from outside. It was just after that when they both felt and heard a dull bump, bump, bump as if a fist lightly socked the upper door outside.

Ignoring the small distraction, Kaylee straddled the man’s lap, one leg on either side of his hips, feet seeking purchase behind his low back. He obligingly pressed his shoulders hard to the door, sliding his abdomen forward a little as Kaylee’s legs curled around him, feet nearly crossing at his behind.

The merc-turned-chair held Kaylee’s laughing face in his hands and laid his forehead on hers, unknowing the reason for his sudden waryness but unable to let her see the nuclear glow of lust(?) love(?) he figured was spelled out in his eyes.

Hands pressed her head to one shoulder as his jaw nuzzled the side of her neck. His mountain-lion purr filled and vibrated inside her where she was pressed to him.

“We’re gonna have to talk now, Jayne. Right now. It’s now, and it’s here, dong ma?”

He didn’t move, merely turned his head a bit to apply heated lips to her throat. She tilted her head back despite herself, body unable to find a reason for resistance, only for abetting any efforts the man made toward taking them to an all-out completion of him inside her, him ~on~ and inside her this time. Good lord, she’d waited long enough, couldn’t take the wait anymore.

Body and brain skirmished briefly. Had to wait. Not waiting, not talking meant no future. Hell, they both knew it, both said it over the past two days at one time or another. Her brain, thus reminded took over. She leaned back from Jayne’s mouth's trekking and took both his hands into hers, disentangling him from her hair.

The girl’s leaning back had caused the bottom of her rounded buttocks to press into him all nice and right. He needed her mouth, needed her tight-molded to him so he could further this along the way he knew it needed to be. He tilted his pelvis and lifted his legs, attempting to get her re-positioned against him when she put both her hands on his chest and pushed sideways off his lap. “Aaaargh!,” Jayne was angry now but still all-over amorous, a big cat deprived of his chosen mate.

“What are we playin’ at here, Kaylee? They’re gone. We got rid of ‘em. I heard them walk away. I don’t know what Mal’s gonna do to us later but I can’t find it in me to care. Most important thing I don’t know’s how much time we got till Mal comes back with Vera and blasts the doorlock to smithereens so I say we don’t waste it. You got me?”

“I got you? Have I? That’s a question I want answered, Jayne. And I think you got some questions for me. Talk. To me. Now. Here and now or I’ll walk out that door and save myself havin' to repair Mal’s gun-welding work on the lock.” She slid back on hands and bottom further away from the man who looked fit to take her down and hard without thinking twice about it.

‘If he touches me again, I won’t find anything left in me to fight myself offa him,’ she thought, her tree bark brown eyes darting back and forth between the steel blue ones on her heart’s desire. He was staring at her long and long, the look unfathomable, almost as if he was trying to let his features communicate something important his ohhhh, lovely mouth couldn't get out.

Fearing the silence that’d lead to one of them giving up and leaving, the woman of two minds thought hard on what to say to start them off in the direction of words resolving their future together, to find out if they even had one. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, when he finally spoke.

“I’ve been watching you for a long time now. It was easy to do because you was all eyes on Simon Tam, not seeing me seein' you. That first night he was on board, when we was all at the dinner table? I watched you watchin’ him, and didn’t haveta be no kinda expert to see you thought he was prince charming. You talked sweet nothin’s and lollipops to that puppy, and he smiled back talking all gentleman-soft and admirin’.”

Kaylee swallowed, hearing the scene, seeing it playing in her head exactly as it had gone down, but this time seeing it through the eyes of a man who now had a stake in her time, had had his stake inside her, and was right now plying a sharpened one in her mind’s eye, pinning her to his steady gaze like a screwdriver turning a bolt.

"I tried to shut it all the hell off, flip a switch and clear it offa me, but nothing worked.” He slid himself further up the door, sitting upright, turning to face her better instead of talking with head turned sideways.

“Before that boy came on the boat, I had lots of time to take it easy with you. Had me a plan. I'd be your ornery big brother, then ease into bein’ your friend and see how it panned out from there.”

Jayne went on, “Simon Tam stepped right into my place, killin' my chances with you. Didn’t even gimme a chance to get close enough to let you know what I was feelin’, what I was hopin’.” His voice cracking the littlest bit as he spoke left Kaylee stunned into grief.

“Kaylee, I’m sorry as I can be…”

Never willing to see such pain she cut him off, “Jayne, let it be, don’t fret it, we’re both trying too hard, and...,” he moved swiftly beside her on the floor and smoothed one hand along her denim-clad thigh, “Nah, Kaylee. Lemme finish, now that I finally sussed out what I need ta say.” She smiled encouragingly, her pretty eyes that almost perfectly matched the color of her hair gleaming up at him.

“I’ve been ugly to you, Kaylee. More'n once at the dinner table, I made terrible fun of your reasons for talkin’ to Simon, when you was just being friendly, was all. And when Mal set me down, I let it get even worse. Hell, I think I piled it on so he’d have a reason to make me leave, needed somebody else to make me get outta there, away from you.”

Her head turned downward and she made a little sound he couldn’t interpret. She studiously avoided looking at him, her hands fisted in her lap. “Bao bei, I wanna tell you I’m sorry. For that and for the other times I took out powerful frustration on ya. Wasn’t right to do that, just too scared to tell ya why I’d go from joking and teasin’ ya to pulling the meanest kinda words out to hurt ya. I did it for a long stretch, making you hurt when what I wanted to do was make you mine.

He surprised himself, amazed he could lay out the whole thing, make it come out right, so true to what it really was for him. For what he felt for her.

Kaylee didn't make a sound. Hoping she'd heard it the way he meant it, her silence making him question himself, he bent down to try to read acknowledgement in her eyes.

“Kaylee, can I hold you? What are ya thinking?”

Head tipped downward, Kaylee sniffled, sending Jayne scared, not knowing whether it meant tears or maybe disgust at him, at his heart getting bared. “Kaylee-girl, you said you wanna ask me something.”

She looked up from beneath her lashes at his hurt handsome face. Almost inaudibly, Kaylee murmured, “I want answers to specific questions. You ready?”

Encouraged, the big man replied with a small sexy smile she could both see and hear, “Ask me anything you want. But first you’re losing some of those clothes so we can put right an unequal an' unfair difference in garb ‘tween you and me.”

The tile floor under her that had previously felt quite cold became a welcome foil for the heat that flooded her body at his words. He went on, “I’m all willing as hell to listen to you and answer you too, Kaylee. But I’m just a man, and no man’ll keep his mind on talkin’ when he’s all tensed up wanting a look at the woman he had naked in his bed, but ain’t never seen clearly in the light.”

Obedient to what her own body already wanted, what she saw clearly mirrored in his eyes, she crossed her forearms in front, her hands grasped the bottom edge of her tank top and she pulled it up back over her head, all in one movement. She wadded the garment, handed it to him and laid her head on his lap as he tucked it under her head as a makeshift pillow. 'Fair is fair. Let 'm look all he likes.'

Wu de tian, she was all he’d seen in the half-light of his quarters, and a damn sight more than he’d seen at the same time. Her breasts were rounded, nipples shell pink and no bigger around than his thumb. He wanted them in his mouth, wanted to test how his lips could suckle on her there, see about makin' the tips of them point even higher.

Almost as if they caught his thought, the small twin objects of his lustful thinking perked up higher toward his face as he leaned in to study and smile at her body in want.

He had time to reconsider the smarts of asking her to take her clothes off as his dick began to rise bringing non-verbal suggestions that had nothing to do with talking things out. Yep, he was ready to stop talking. ‘Gods can she be quick with what she has to say?’

“Do you want me, Jayne?”

‘What, was she luh-suh?’ he thought. His cock leaped to answer her, nudging her ear in his lap through his pants, helpfully prodding Jayne to give the kind of quick answers he’d just been praying for.

“Hell yeah, Kaylee, I want you.”

He shifted, no relief in inaction and waited for the next question, not knowing what to expect next.

“How do you want me, how long do ya think you’ll want me? And what do you feel about me right now?” She rubbed her head sideways along his erection, wondering if he was gonna answer her literally, of if he could ken her meaning was to question him for the long-term, a lot longer than it would take for him to pin her to the floor and take her the way they’d promised.

Jayne seethed and drew breath through nose and mouth. He pulled the girl off him mongoose-quick, pushed her away and stood up in one motion. He turned his back on her to get space to think, resisting his body's turbo drive to act out an answer on her own that'd be prettier than words of his could ever say.

He supported his weight facing the plaz shower door, breathing slow, shoveling in some thoughts he hoped would undamage his calm. Blessing Kaylee for not talking just now, he gathered one deflating thought for each ragged inhalation.

Breathe in, breathe out. Here was Badger insultin’ him, Mal and Badger’s henchmen joining to keep Jayne from the righteous revenge of planting a bullet where it’d do 'em the most good.

Breathe in, breathe out. Here was Patience, prune-ugly stringy-haired witch who’d tried to kill Mal more'n once, with Jayne tempted to do it for her when he'd had Mal's head clear in gun sight.

Breathe in and out. He reckoned he only had time for one more good (bad) thought before Kaylee’s patience bottomed out so he made it quick, made it a doozy. Reavers. Just the word. No image necessary. Was enough to take his bulging cock from sixty to zero in the last of the three breaths.

Jayne turned to face Kaylee who was standing close enough that her hair brushed his chest in the wake of his turning. She stumbled a little in surprise at his quickness and he reached out to steady her by the shoulders.

He pulled her into him, used one hand to turn her lovely head and press it to his shoulder.

“Kaylee, I want you. I need you. I think--I really think I need you or it’ll never be right with me. Been going crazy with wanting you around me all the time. Spent hours ponderin' strategies for gettin' close to you, to get you to want me back. I’m not smart like Simon. Never be a gentleman if that’s what you want. Ain’t me.”

He kissed the top of her head and gathered her closer to corset her almost tight enough to make breathing uncomfortable. Kaylee wouldn’t dream of protesting, instead she burrowed closer, waiting for his next words.

“If you’ll have me, I’m all for the having. What I mean to say...”, his voice petered out, lucky strike mine of words now emptied.

“Just say yes or no for a little while now Jayne, neh?”

“Mmm-hmmm,” he grunted as he slid one large palm down her back and slipped two fingers inside the drooping waistband of coveralls at her hips, sliding fingers the length from one seam of the pants to other atop the rise of her butt. He badly wanted to flatten his hand, swoop inside her pants and cup her bare-handed, raised tighter to his loins, but he knew a woman like Kaylee might take that as inattention, unforgivable.

As reward for uncharacteristic restraint, Jayne awarded himself second prize by removing fingers from skin sliding his hand back outside her clothes, roving down over the material. He cupped her buttocks as a trophy, learning the feel of her in his hand. She fidgeted against him, wreaking holy hell on weakened defenses as demonstrated by his strengthened erection making a comeback harder than ever.

“First question,” she said, level voiced.

‘Christ, there’s a list? How long is the gorram list?’, his tortured brain and body asked.

“Have you ever loved a woman?”

“Love my ma,” he smiled as he answered, purposely mistaking her meaning. “Uh, one word answer? Yeah.”

“Have you ever loved a woman not related to you?”

“Yeah.”

“When?”

He drew back from her a little, faces still so close their features blurred in each other's eyes. Just far enough from her mouth so he could give her the one word she needed from him.

“Now.”

He climbed back into her mouth, burrowed his tongue between her lips, swallowing her down whole, jerked each time she swallowed him back. Hands tore at clothes regardless of whose hands worked on whose garments, single goal abetted by two pairs of all-impatient hands.

She kicked off her flip-flops, barely needed to wiggle her hips and used only one hand to encourage her workman’s coveralls to rocket down and pool at her feet. She stepped out and over the pile and nudged it a little to the side.

Jayne bent down to edge his pants off first one leg, then the other, she bending down with him to catch his mouth as he went. Lips connected, kissed, parted, came back again to slant this way then that. Her hands gave him balance as he shed the garment, palms rubbing his back up and down, learning and loving the play of muscle groups that teetered and danced as he disrobed.

He had her then. She had him now. They had each other the way they'd wanted it, bodies standing locked together as fingers played all over naked flesh that burned one for the other.

She dragged herself off of Jayne with a will to see him, to see all of him in the light. Blessed bright-lit room gave her what she’d craved when she couldn’t see near enough of him in the dimness of his cabin’s bed before.

Kaylee let her eyes stoke the fire in her belly to boiling by the simple process of thoroughly looking him over. He reached arms out to swaddle her back to him but she shook her head no, held one hand up between them. Obedient as ever to what she demanded since he trusted her to do good for them both, he stood tall, unembarrassed as her gaze roamed where it would.

Kaylee studied his body warm in the light, tan looking so good on him, enough brown all over that he seemed to glow from the inside out, darker lines spreading to corded biceps, tendoned neck exposed to more sunlight when he wore a t-shirt to work.

Though he stood student-still at her behest, Jayne’s eyes weren’t idle, not missing this chance to see what had been smudged in shadows on top of him by miniature flashlight’s glow the night before.

Wuo de ma, but she was the finest woman he’d ever seen. Her breasts rose and fell like a hypnotist's device, drawing him in until he broke the spell by following the line of her waist that curved like Vera’s trigger. Her hips were ripe and just wide enough to fit proper when dragged underneath him, pinned under him like he knew he’d have her soon, oh, sooner, please.

Her belly button was a little well of secrets, made him smile to think on kissing her there, of pursing his mouth and blowing a raspberry of noise on the sensitive spot. Her laugh was a kicker anytime, but especially when caused by him, it was as pretty to him as her laughing face. But the anticipated giggles of Kaylee in loveplay promised to play rainbow to Jayne’s arid landscape desperately in need of moisture.

He had time to brush downswept eyes quickly across her pretty belly to her thick soft and curly triangle before his plans for the evening escalated to the feverest of pitches.

Kaylee jumped to him, body nearly smacking into him, her hand reaching his penis to give herself the only answer she knew to the ripe moisture sliding flowing up inside her. His body called to hers, his heart did likewise. He came where she led, bending at the knees when she tugged him south toward the floor.

In an instant they were down, discarded clothes serving as small islands to cushion their bed.

Kaylee wanted him all on top of her, legs to legs, belly to belly, breasts to chest. And what Kaylee wanted, where Jayne was concerned, Kaylee got. Such easy needs to fulfill he couldn't help but want to. Today's pleasure was hers. It was his turn, after all, and by her own rules, she was due to be the saddle on this gorram ride.

Not wanting to rob her of breath she'd need before he was done with her, Jayne raised chest and belly back off, weight supported on his knees spread either side of her hips. He took his hand between their bodies and played at her nethers, sighing in relief and pleasure at the wet warm Kaylee his hand had found.

Good, better'n good. He didn’t think he could wait to get inside her so it was providence that she was as hot for him as he was for her.

No protestations from her this time, no unreasonable fear that they wouldn’t fit together. No barriers to their rush to pleasure.

He wondered if he could resist going too fast. He was stretched wafer thin, control waffling from bad to worse, never had it this bad since his first boyhood wet dream.

“JAAAAYNE!?”, her cry jerked him up right quick, his eyes flying to hers. Kaylee's face was a mask of frustrated woman-pleasure, want as beautiful as anything he’d ever seen in the 'verse. Wanting him like that, she made him wonder if he looked like that to her and he took his shaft in one hand, nudging her thighs apart with one of his and bending to her.

He put the head inside her, groaned a basso song to her soft falsetto of expectation, want so high and hard the gods themselves had to own envy at the sound. She cocked her knees, bent a leg up and around his hip, demanding that he get this started, no more false starts, no will to wait for this dance.

Jayne pushed into Kaylee slowly, inch at a time. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to plow her like a bullet down a gun barrel, but her tightness, even assisted by obliging moisture, held him hostage, slowing him as he bent to her, pushed inside her.

He angled down and to the right in an attempt to take it deep, Kaylee shoved her pelvis up to it, and they met in the middle, grinding down hard and harder, as if to become one flesh all along their bodies' surfaces.

“My god, Jayne”, she called, eyes wide and staring, “I think I’m just gonna die right here. Oh sweet mercy, don’t move, don’t move, don’t move…” her voice went on terminal repeat, softening even as she spoke until no more sound came, only her lips continuing the two word refrain.

He waited, hard put to allow it, cock screaming at him to move, gorramit, take this all the way, get it done right proper while something this good was so tightly sheathing his sword.

“Kaylee, hold on now,” he commanded and pulled almost all the way out, looking down between them at the place where they connected. Didn’t think it was possible for his cock to swell even larger, but what he saw between them made it do just that, and he plunged back down inside the woman, back up half-way and then in. He found a rhythm that played them both into wanton frenzy one moment, and a wave of joyous pleasure the next.

Jayne’s lover slid both her legs up and around the backs of his thighs, holding him in as far as she could to the point of hurting, then giving way when his hips moved to pull back in a rhythm he perfected in no time. The pull of her channel surrounding him, the ridged perfection of Jayne’s manhood purging, searching, finding all of her inside, yesu, it was unlike anything any man had ever done to any woman.

Nobody had, would ever reach her the way his body could, the way it was doing to her right now.

She arched her neck, breasts bobbling offering to him, him taking the favor. Hungry mouth descended on one strawberry nipple, tongue laving the long pink tip, then leaving it puckered and pleased so he could perform a mission of mercy on its lonely twin.

Jayne liked to do good works.

Kaylee held his head to her, hand smoothing his hair, bending her own head toward his so she could say his name in his ear.

He left off the breast ministering and put his mouth where his name had come from, closing his eyes tight as he kissed her thoroughly with every ounce of emotion to lead the way. He looked at her close, down into her eyes and smiled, blue steel to hot chocolate.

He kissed her again lightly as if she would break, barely-there kisses on her eyelids, the bridge of her nose, her temple all the while his body kept a beat sliding inside her more slowly now, in a controlled ecstasy of wanting her, needing her, say it true, 'loving her.'

Yeah, he loved the lovely creature whose body sheltered perfectly beneath him. She was more perfect for him, around him, than any person in the ‘verse ever had been or ever could be, not just in this particular dance, but in the every day steps of a life full of Jayne with Kaylee.

‘Twasn’t lust then, had to be love. It was the sound of his name on her lips. The smell of her as she quickly passed by him in the corridor. The way just seeing her far off would lift his heart up to float four feet over his head. It was Kaylee calling to Jayne and his heart's pounding answering her every time, as involuntary a response as breathing.

She provided him a sure certain clarity that they would last a lifetime at the same instant Kaylee clenched up all tighter than he’d had reason to suspect was possible, chain reactioning him into a whip of muscle and bone pressing down into her body and back up mostly out, then powering in like they had a destination to go and were hard-pressed to get there.

Kaylee’s orgasm ripped through both lovers, swept up and over the girl drawing her tight as a bow, then loosing her again to flow all over Jayne’s cock plowing inside and almost out of her. He felt it, god damn, it snatched his attention from himself and all into her.

Looking back down to her body which didn’t seem to have any intention of stopping the ebb and pull anytime soon, Jayne found his release, pulling up almost out and slamming back home again one time, again, again then pushing deep, god deep, upper body supported on his forearms as he shot forever long inside the woman who dragged him over into heaven.

They turned onto their sides on the floor, her leg over both of his, no chance of losing the part of him that still held them connected. She whispered something just before kissing his sweat-streaked jaw and tucking her head under his ear.

Panting, then breathing full-chest deep and exhaling, Jayne asked her what she said, she replied again but he still didn’t hear, his own body’s breath loudest in his ears.

Taking a moment to pause and adjust her volume first to be sure her voice would not crack when she spoke, Kaylee turned her honest sunflower face up to Jayne Cobb and said, “I love you.”

At her words, he covered her mouth with a kiss as full of tenderness as sunlight beams on a flower. Afterward Jayne raised up a millimeter and replied, “I know. I love you too.”

End, Part 5 (Conclusion.)

gorram – god damn, or gosh darn wu de tian – my god luh-suh – crazy wuo de ma – mother of god