The Measure of a Jayne, Conclusion

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The Measure of a Jayne, Conclusion

Kaylee tore through the kitchen in search of a meal fit to make up for the gropage she’d dealt Jayne under the guise of a friendly (and necessary) sponge bath.

A warmed up soft protein pseudo-meatloaf and a ramekin of rice/bread pudding from last night’s meal would do nicely, shouldn’t cause him no worries of the digestion kind. She spied a handful of raisins in a twist of paper, cadged a handful to toss on top of the pudding. Found some canned milk too, and heated it up with a little sorghum sweetener stirred in to help the taste.

‘Give the big bull moose some moo-juice,’ she thought with a smile.

Walking back toward Jayne’s cabin with the hastily but thoughtfully prepared nutrition on a tray, she worked on settling her mind onto safe topics she could air during a one-sided conversation so’s he could just grunt while he ate the peace offering.

Her pace sped up when she heard raised male voices coming from Jayne’s cabin.

The tray’s contents shifted, wet ingredients slopped over a little as she stopped short of beginning the awkward climb down into Jayne's place. Two paces inside stood Simon.

Angry Simon, angrier Jayne.

Didn’t look to be room for all three of them and a dinner tray in the cramped quarters so she stayed where she was, staring in. Focused her concern from face to face depending on which heated hating voice had the floor.

A’ course she’d come in mid-show, so she had a little catching up to do before she could log her own opinion or act as referee if the pissing contest would let up enough for her to try her hand.

At this point long into the 2nd quarter, Simon was busy haranguing Jayne for leaving the infirmary under his own steam when he should have at least had the modicum of intelligence necessary to realize he should have waited for help. He went on to accuse that such reckless behavior could have resulted in a spill, rupturing the work the doctor had wrought on the head and leg wounds.

Kaylee decided she'd best make her presence known fast, hoping the food on the tray might lend a calming effect on Jayne at least. She made her awkward way inside and ended up flush with the cabin wall across from his bunk, descent with tray in hand a marvel of legerdemain.

As Simon shook the length of his finger almost in Jayne’s face, righteous indignation incarnate, Jayne countered with a barely controlled sneer referencing Simon being no kinda decent sawbones, leaving a man to die alone just so’s he could go answer a gorram red alert call to put a band-aid on the shen jing bing murderin’ brat’s scraped knee.

Jayne had no way of knowing he was correct about River’s injury being all sound, no fury. However, the locus of the small wound being her elbow, not her knee, killed any possibility of Simon giving Jayne points for psychic ability.

Having had quite enough of the seemingly endless supply of both Mandarin and English words for “crazy” that Jayne pulled out of his rectum with ease and at a moment’s notice, River’s brother countered by calling Jayne an ungrateful zhu tu tah mah de, almost spitting the profanity at the prone mercenary.

The look of awe-inspired fury on his patient’s face caused Simon to back up a step nearly bumping into Kaylee’s tray as Jayne pulled himself half to his feet with difficulty, biceps straining with the effort.

Kaylee peered around Simon’s shoulders to see if Jayne was naked as he’d been under the sheet during the sponge bath just about 20 minutes ago, but was relieved to see he’d donned some kinda gray sleep shorts that rode low on his hips.

A standing but listing Jayne began mumbling something about Simon being a “ruttin’ bucket of shu ma nyaow,” but all Kaylee heard was a warning klaxon inside her pretty head at the sight of the two men facing off.

She figured a weak but recovering Jayne was probably a pretty close match to a perfectly healthy well-fed and rested Simon Tam if it came down to real blows.

Might be sorta interesting to watch beauty and the beast here get it on if not for the very real danger to the weaker of the two.

Yeah, Simon could get hurt. Bad.

Even hampered by a gunshot leg and cracked bandaged skull, hell, even using only one hand, Jayne was likely able to take Simon’s talented finger (the one that’d so recently wagged with authority in the big man’s face) with enough force to snap the delicate aristocratic bones to splinters.

Kaylee paled at that image and put a stop to the escalating testosterone fest by yelling at them to shut it and shut it right now. The doctor-patient-nurse tableau froze, the only movement in the space the expressions on the two male faces as both men looked righteously indignant and shamefaced by turns.

“Simon, since Jayne got himself to his own bunk without any help, do you think he’s okay to start walking some? Ready to get back on his feet a little? Cap’n wants his help on the caper pretty soon now, sooner’s better than later. Do ya think his making it all the way here is a good sign? Boss says this deal could have us eating good and livin’ high, maybe even get enough credits to buy some of that prognosticatin’ equipment you were tellin’ me you need in the lab.”

Simon took the bait from the agile fisherwoman, “Diagnostic equipment, Kaylee.” He looked thoughtful. “Yes, Mal did say Jayne’s assistance would be invaluable, something about brawn trumping brains when it comes to this latest greatest larcenous endeavor in particular.”

Jayne wasn’t sure, but he thought he just got insulted. Again.

His hormones began to factor toward overload when Kaylee diffused the situation by saying, “Jayne? I’ve got some goodies for you like you ain’t seen in forever.” She walked closer to him and sat on the edge of his bunk.

The hungry man’s eyes fastened on the tray’s contents and he felt his body, obedient to rumbling belly, mindlessly fold itself down into a sitting position right next to the little nurse, now waitress. He grabbed sideways at the tray and Kaylee met him half-way, sliding the impromptu dinner table helpfully onto Jayne’s ready knees.

As the famished man dug into meatloaf, Simon took account of what was important and what was not. What was of paramount interest was Jayne’s continued improvement.

Toward that end, the doctor eyed the head bandage, noticing it was still securely fastened and there was no scarlet stain in view. Might be ready to remove the binding in the morning, he pondered.

Skimmed his educated gaze down to the thigh bandage, finding it also intact, no noticeable red streaks leading in any direction out from under the gauze. Checked the patient’s color next. Yes, facial profusion normal, no paleness, no flags of crimson in the cheeks.

Even at the moment he was most angry, Simon had taken time at the onset of this latest encounter with the bull-headed hired killer to notice that his pupils were equal and appeared to react normally to light when Simon had turned it to its brightest setting upon entering the room.

Mollified at the educated realization that Jayne had not undone his work by the unaided and foolhardy stumble and stroll to his quarters, Simon backed down and sighed.

“Your odor has improved. Since you’re not only well enough to walk down here where you’re most comfortable but also to perform your own ablutions, I’ll inform the captain that the odds of pulling a successful thievery operation are being aided and abetted by your current progress.”

“You’ll do, Jayne, despite your being your own worst enemy when it comes to recovery. Kaylee is quite right; the well-being of everyone on the ship depends on your being in the peak of health. I won’t have you endangering the upcoming mission by any more nonsense, dong ma?”

Not being in much of a position to argue with rice pudding stuffed in his mouth and a raisin on his chin, Jayne grunted and shoveled in another bite. He chewed with the beatific grin of a satyr given sustenance by an angel as Kaylee plucked the wet dried fruit off his face and popped it into his mouth. Jayne chuckled around his food and dug in with a will.

“Kaylee, since you seem to be invaluable as regards the man’s road to well-being, see that his intake of fluids is adequate. The food he’s wolfing down will undoubtedly have a positive effect, but dehydration is still a distinct danger. Keep him hydrated.”

Without waiting for any acknowledgment, indeed, without meeting anyone’s eyes, Simon turned to leave the little space straight-backed, dignity incarnate, no sound left behind his retreat but Jayne’s busily chomping jaws and murmur of satisfaction.

Kaylee watched Jayne as he ate, warmed by his enjoyment, feeding herself on the knowledge that she’d done good by him in this at least. The food she’d cobbled together was good and nourishing, just the thing to help keep her six feet something of newly owned responsibility progressing toward standin’ on his own two feet again soon.

He finished the meal in record time, belched fit to be heard on earth that was, and laid back on the bed with a hearty sigh of satisfaction. Kaylee, ever watchful, grabbed the tray before it crashed to the floor, sliding it deftly off him and onto a shelf near the wall.

“Hey, do ya think the doc’d be so proud of how good I smell now if he knew ‘zactly how that came about?”, he asked Kaylee, never taking his eyes off her face as he waited for her answer.

“I know it, you know it, and that’s all that needs to know of it, even though he’d never care even a little bit if I'd swabbed your whole carcass down with nothing but my tongue.”

Jayne twitched about the corners of his eyelids, felt them narrowing down, his own tongue skimming the corner of his mouth at the visual.

“Well, okay, he’d mind my tongue action, but only ‘cause of the risk of me gettin’ an infection from your dirty skin, is all,” she smiled ruefully.

Jayne swallowed hard, downing the fantasy in the process and said, “Well, I wanted to thank you for the bathin’. God knows I needed it. And the food too.” He looked at the tray, wondering if he mighta missed some crumbs of almost-meat near the empty pudding bowl.

“I’ll get you a good breakfast in the morning. Best you take it kinda easy on eating for now. No good to ya if it comes right back up from putting too much down you at once.” He nodded.

While he searched for something else to say to keep her by his side, on his bunk, for a little longer, she stood up, slapped her overalls-clad thighs and said, “I’m gonna go put this stuff away and then go shower my own self.” He silently thanked Buddha and Kaylee for another visual. Hell, a man could do alright for fantasy fuel by just listenin’ to her talk for a while.

She bent down and stroked his rumpled hair, smiled, and almost as an after thought, kissed him on the cheek.

“ ‘Night, Jayne. Sleep good.” And then she and the empty tray were gone.

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After Kaylee left, he levered himself up off the bunk again and hobbled to the sink. Surprised and proud at how easy it was to make his way that short distance. He had to take it real careful, of course, but he made the trip 'thout toppling over and thought the face he saw in the mirror over the sink didn’t look all that done-in.

The hair, though, that was a caution. No wonder Kaylee’d laughed at him. The dark greasy hair stuck up all around the head bandage and spiked every which way. Supporting part of his weight with a hand on the wall, he took after the hair problem with a comb, but weren’t no good way to deal it since the bandage half-covered everything.

“Feng du,” he muttered. Only one thing to do. He moved closer to the sink, hip leaning up against the cold metal so he could use both hands to loosen and unravel the bandage on his head. When unwinding revealed the last square of gauze, he cautiously peeled that back and looked away from the mirror.

For a big stud, he was sometimes rendered a puling boy at the look of his own blood. Hardening his resolve and firming his stance to prepare for the worst, he forced his steely blue eyes to turn back to his image in the mirror. “Aww, it don’t even look bad.”

The doctor’s labors had left the injury remarkably hard to even see. Jayne had been blissfully unconscious with no way to know it, but Simon had used his best new suture seals to knit the scalp whole again. The procedure was so well-received, there was not even a need to shave the hair around the wound.

Jayne cheerfully but carefully tamed down his unruly mop, finding its greasy status a help to keeping it in line some.

Mindful of Simon’s lecture on hydratin’, Jayne turned on the cool water at the sink, cupped one big handful after another and drank till he couldn’t.

Leaving the water running, he propped his dry hand and forearm on the wall by the mirror, and used the other hand to nudge down his shorts far enough to haul out his penis. Eyes focused on the ceiling overhead, Jayne urinated into the sink bowl, sighing in ragged bliss at a man’s universal right to pee on his own, wherever he ruttin’ wanted to point it.

Turning off the water and leaving the shorts riding the low edge of his hips, the satisfied man made his way back to the welcome of his hard bed.

Jayne lay in the bunk and considered his options. Assessed the day’s achievements and disappointments in the Jayne & Kaylee department.

The more he tried to think on helpful ideas for reeling her in, strapping a bridle on her and taking her for a long leisurely ride, the less he could concentrate on anything but his body’s reactions to the thought. The big clean man with the increasingly filthy thoughts let it ride over him.

Nobody was gonna disturb him, he wasn’t trussed up on the medlab bed anymore with lights on him day and night and a door wide open to anybody in tarnation who had a mind to snoop. His cabin door was closed solid. His bunk was warm and private.

Nobody here but him and no reason but fatigue to impair his wanting to be of some relief to his own self. Fuck fatigue. It’d been too long since he’d flogged the dolphin, gotten any kind of release. ‘High time,’ he thought, ‘Damn the torpedoes.’

Why over-think it? Disengaging brain, shelving fatigue, he slid his strong left hand snail- slow down over a chest thinned some from convalescing, but unfailingly strong with the layered muscle he’d piled on with Book’s help lifting weights so often.

Crisp chest hair lay in a fine mat on his pecs, twin nipples peaked up and calling for his fingers to touch, and right now, please. He used his finger to rub from one dusky male tip to the next, rubbed, then pinched first one, then its twin. Arched his back a little at the bite, strong neck bent and taut turned slightly to one side on his pillow.

Jayne deliberately left his cock to simmer, wonder when the first firm touch would move in a southerly direction, played with his own body telling himself he didn’t know for sure how long he’d string this out, knowing only that it was always better when the waiting dangled on, played out.

“Delayed satisfaction.” That’s what a learned kindly whore had called it, back when he was 14 and she took it upon herself and educated him on the ways of it.

Smiling and rumbling low and deep in his ribcage, he thought of long late lessons, long and short alliances reaping the benefits of his mentor’s experience through the years and through-and-through all his partners since her.

Made him want to try the best parts of his education and internship out on lil’ Kaylee.

Give her the benefits of his learnin’, not just for one night, please god, but a long season of sessions teachin’ her what he’d been acquiring.

Part of the teaching was a quiet asking, not telling. He knew to touch her here and ask if it was good. Did she want it harder? Softer? More?

Change the pattern, alter the brushstrokes. Yeah? Oh…yeah. Schooling her and him would involve the teacher becoming a student too, watch her face, listen to her breathing, her almost imperceptible sounds, flutters.

Did she draw her leg up a little when he touched her there? Did she turn her head to the side away from his gaze then, the feeling so strong that she couldn’t even look at him? Ahhhh, yeah. That’s it. Walk with me, Kaylee. Lemme turn you a little this way. Let’s move, darlin’, let’s glide.

Moving his hand down over the hard plane of his belly, he followed the dark arrow of belly hair from navel to pubis, rubbed hard then soft from one defined hipbone to the other. Thighs slid apart, making way, giving blatant demands for the cruel teasing to end, and now.

Not yet though. Not yet.

There. Hand left his belly and circled wide of rearing cock, leaving it bereft of touch. As if it had a mind in its own head, the big curved phallus leaned hard and twitched toward the roaming hand as it veered to the side and down, searching out the heavy sack beneath.

God, the singing zapping up his body when his fingers finally cupped him, weighed him, carefully rolling each egg in its nest. Pinching the extra flesh between fingertips, he tugged gently. The pulling caused his scrotum to draw up tight, pruned wrinkles covering the balls beneath his touch.

Jayne smiled. He knew this dance so well. It was like cleaning Vera in the dark. Never needed any light at all, didn’t need to over think it. Pure pleasure without thinking. Sliding, oiling, renovating all the moving parts.

When his prick had begun to wilt just the tiniest bit disappointed from lack of any touch, Jayne’s hand quickly left his sac and plowed upwards, gripping the wide lonesome base that sprung from his pubic bone.

Jayne cocked his weapon one-handed. “C’mere, you python.” Tight hold, hand still but ready. Waiting.

Rumbled a laugh when the hydraulic system silently but willingly screamed in alert readiness at the unexpected maneuver. Right as rain, taut as Vera’s barrel.

Cock locked and ready to rock.

Sweat rode his hand and eased his way. All pretense of teasing vanished now, Jayne rolled his fingers from the wide flared base in a slightly circular pull running a calloused thumb edge along the super sensitive underside, up over the head with an extra little tug on the way back down to the root.

Slamming his head back, hardly able to contain his own body’s excitement after the long lacking loneliness, his neck arched in a foreshadowing of what his seed’s stream would be like when he finally allowed this dance to end.

He led himself by his own dick, squeezing hard at the base, sliding up, slamming back down, sweat continuing to make admirable lubricant as he conducted the symphony of hormones, muscles, bones and blood that sang the tune.

One hand plyed his balls, two fingernails lightly raking along the taint of his scrotum, ratcheting ransomed pleasure up one notch higher. The small shadowed area where his balls attached to his body and the small opening to his arsehole got what it wanted too, as his fingers pressed in, branding the dime-sized surface with just enough pressure to soothe and torment all at once.

Hell yeah. He was good at this, nobody better. Who else knew Jayne’s measure better than him? Beating out this song’s cadence was an exercise that had been honed from awkward fumblings in adolescence to the current virtuoso level performance over years of practice, times that filled in the staccato pauses ‘tween paid or free willing women to sub for his hand’s expertise of tug and flow.

Kaylee sure had appeared gorram willin’ of late. He had to be sure though, he thought as her name burning in his brain caused a sudden pulverizing squeeze of hand on cock. Had to be certain of her motives afore he ever got what he now held in his hand sheathed even firmer than fist-on-cock could inside her woman's warmth, her heat, moisture as like to boil him hot as to wet his trail.

He was close now. Close to completion lying there in his bunk and close to having Kaylee there too with him atop, grammercy. Him under. Him solid sure. Next, her under him, pinned by the hardness of his Jayne-Thomas so gorram good that she’d never want to leave. Never leave his bunk, never want it to stop.

Never…….want…..to stop.

Jayne’s big long frame whipped wide, ankles leaving the bunk on either side of the bed’s bottom, one foot banging up, slamming hard against the cabin wall. He never felt any pain in the offended ankle, the rest of him bein’ so wrapped and warped strong and agile in the maddening pleasure leaving no room for singing nerve endings to register aught but his cock’s crescendo.

Both hands secure on his weapon, Jayne tugged upwards again, chin turned upwards and here it came. Arc of creamy spurting issuing forth at an amazing rate of speed and grabbing air something fierce before touching down on his heaving belly and chest.

He rubbed his own seed into the skin on his torso like lotion. Had learned the habit as a boy, best way to get rid of the evidence in case his sheet slipped down later when ma came in to check on her own big baby boy.

As his flattened palm and fingers circularly massaged in the erstwhile skin cream, the devastatedly tired but bone-deep satisfied man forced his muscles to hyper down, mind following along to assess his status. What next move of his would bring Kaylee around?

Assessment’d have to wait. He crashed suddenly into something more closely related to a coma then restful sleep, body’s store of healed reserves sapped by tonight’s onanistic command performance. Might not’ve been all that wise to expend energy startin’ up and then dousing a fire seein’ as how he was supposed to be healing up, not heatin’ up.

Both hands slid bonelessly down off his chest and cock to lie against his sweat-soaked mattress. More sweat trickled down his forehead, pooling where his recently combed, but now mussed hair met the pillowcase.

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Kaylee washed and dried the few dishes on the tray she’d just brought back up from Jayne’s lap. Smiled at remembering how the food put out his side of the heated argument with Simon she’d walked in on there in Jayne’s quarters. The good doctor might have come there spoiling for an unfair fight, harboring some misguided hope that since Jayne was still poorly this might be a grand time for Simon to sternly lecture the big mercenary, take him down a notch or two.

Simon was pursuing a potential beating just when his salvation walked up in the form of a shapely ace mechanic in overalls. Kaylee was witness to the fact that Jayne did not lack the strength to stand. Didn’t lack in nothin’ he needed to quell Simon's shouting, apparently. And stand he did, fury and caged strength flexing and toiling, ready to lay Simon out flat on the deck, in sudden dire need of a doctor himself.

But a heartbeat before it came to that, Kaylee the peacemaker had swooped down with her tray of good nourishing food like a boxed picnic on a summer’s day. Lured Jayne’s fists into going from coiled up and ready to rain down hell to simple appendages gripping a spoon and fork in the space of the time it took Kaylee to step forward and sit down on the big man’s bunk, patting the place at her side for him to sit down and eat.

As his raging appetite showed, Jayne clearly didn’t need as much help from her or Simon, not near’s much as before. Simon was lucky Kaylee was there to look out for his welfare, she figured. But hell, Jayne still needed Simon too; there was things Kaylee could not, would not do.

The patient would do well to remember that fact and work harder at taking lip from the well-meaning doctor from time to time if need be. Kaylee was fine as a junior nurse in training, handing Simon a bandage, spooning soup into her charge when he was too weak to hold a spoon some days ago. But Simon needed to be the one to do what real doctorin’ was still needed.

The sight of blood and seepage had always had the potential to bring a roaring to her ears. Any quantity of gore within view meant that windy sound in her head and spots afore her eyes’d be the last things she’d see or hear before all her blood rushed to her vital organs and left her head as the deck rushed up to meet her.

Simon had thoroughly explained to her the body’s intelligent process of going from alert to unconscious when she was curious to know what could cause the sight of blood to drop a grown woman like a stone.

But to be honest, at the time she’d asked him for the scientific explanation she had been even more curious to get a close-up look at the flecks of sunlight that danced in the fine doctor’s eyes when there wasn’t even any sun out there for many parsecs around to explain their presence.

Her favorite doctor surely did love to talk about his craft and spent a pleasant hour rambling on about how shock to a body’s system caused lack of blood to the brain. That was because adren’line sent a good lot of it to protectin’ the heart, lungs and other vitals located mid-wise in the body. When the brain got to feeling suffocated out of blood, it sent signals so that the body would drop flat. And when a body’s lying down, it’s plain to see that blood can’t help but flow like a river back into the starving brain.

She seemed like a simple girl to a lot of folks, but they didn’t know nor never bothered to check the depth of imagination, the wealth of questions and answers she was like to hoard inside her head covered with soft and wavy –often messy or greasy- honey hair.

If folks spared a moment to think, they might smack their own heads and ask themselves just how much of an idjit could she be, seeing as how she’d proven time and again a master at keeping her only child healthy and thriving. Hell, a massive Firefly class ship and all her systems, running smoother than chicken fat on a glass doorknob weren’t no kind of small ‘complishment.

Kaylee liked to ask questions. Back home her pa’d been drove to near despair at her endless supply. That was a long time ago, back when she thought there was nothin’ more like heaven than voodooing farm equipment and mules into submission.

Was before she’d ever boarded this ship of dreams and Serenity‘s soon-to-be-former mechanic in quick succession.

Using subterfuge she never knew she was capable of, she’d talked all manner of sweet to a studly but inept spaceship tinkerer docked on her homeworld’s port looking for supplies. For the wee cost of letting Bester think he’d seduced her with his manly charms, she’d gotten walked back with him to see his ride, a Firefly class ship. Small price to pay to get up inside one of those, she thought excitedly as the outside of the ship filled her eyes.

Shortly after Bester was done with their quick romp against the bulkhead of the engine room, she’d found that, rather than losing anything in the transaction, she’d gained the love of her life.

The process of payment began with considerable groping at her breasts and kisses sloppy enough to fill a teacup. Kaylee’d paid scant attention to the boy mechanic’s manly equipment exposed to light when he shimmied his pants down just enough to show her what he had.

She’d seen better.

She did make damn sure that when he took her to the wall and got it up into her she’d be maneuvered so as to face the biggest, most shiny thing she’d ever laid eyes on. The real pistoning action she cared about, the guts of the ship, were what she was there to see.

Her first look at Serenity’s turning churning innards had been from a vantage point of four feet away as her head bobbed, pert chin knocking Bester’s clavicle on each short withdrawal, body rocking on the smallish axis of the man’s pride and joy.

What she saw over his shoulder was the most glorious vision, the best thing ever. Luckily the male half of the mediocre coupling was able to mistake the overwhelming enthusiasm in the pretty farm girl’s eyes for awe at his manly prowess. The flax-haired boy that had her propped and bouncing atop him had no idea he was just the means to an end, Kaylee’s fingers itching to leave his body and get on, get into, the real equipment. To that end, she took her talented tongue to the inside of his ear, breathing out words of admiration, utterances of bliss.

That was when the Captain walked in making Bester’s end into her beginning.

Bester was a buffoon, couldn’t handle the crucial job of keeping Serenity flying and Mal’d known it, was just waiting for the chance to prove it. Hopefully in port somewhere rather than out in the 'verse when it'd be a dangerous thing to find out for sure.

When the captain came in and caught them in the act, Kaylee slid down off the boy totally at ease, barely even needing to adjust her short skirt. Her shiny smile belied any guilt or guile. It was a genuine expression of goodness of spirit that the captain would grow to realize was a gift the whole crew would get to know on a daily basis. On all the days Mal knew her afterwards.

When Bester had no proper answer to Captain Reynolds’s question about Serenity’s readiness to fly, Kaylee’d instinctively known what to say, what to do. So she said it and did it, like she always did back home. The captain was no fool, could tell real gold from pyrite when he saw it, and made her an offer. She didn’t spare one thought for her eager recent lover, only reasoned as how she’d need to ask her pa.

So began the best day of her life, starting her life’s work as ship’s doctor—Serenity’s doctor, more important than even Simon Tam himself. Because when it came right down to it, Simon kept Serenity’s humanware servants firing on all cylinders, but when Miss Kaywinnit Lee Frye hung up her shingle, the hard skinned creature that cradled them all stayed in perfect running order.

After he came on board much later, and after it turned out he was staying put, Kaylee selected Simon to be her answer man as replacement for her pa. Truth to tell, Simon didn’t seem to mind the new job Kaylee set him to, and usually performed quite well. He had more and longer answers than pa’d ever had, but wasn’t necessarily better at making himself understood to the little student.

He made up in quantity what he lacked in clarity, ‘most any time she had a question. Whenever he wasn’t preoccupied with River. Which was often. Which was almost always.

Kaylee’s trick was to be aware when River got involved on her own for a brief spell, then she’d hunt up Simon and patiently watch for the lines of concern around the man’s mouth to ease up some. Then she’d swoop in with her questions ready-made for asking. He’d begin talking, she’d sit with her elbow resting on the table or her knee or, oh, any convenient surface, chin cupped in hand, and she’d stare at him and listen.

The interested look she plastered on her face never changed while he talked to her. If she felt her eyes begin to glaze over as Simon waxed far too technical, she was too kind to let him see disinterest.

Her remedy was to jump up, let him know one Serenity system or another was wanting her brand of doctorin’ and she’d make her escape to the flawlessly thrumming heart of her big metal and wire baby. The walk to the engine room and the time she spent there right after their talks was tailor-made for reviewing the doctor’s flow and cadence as he spoke, the lovely line of his lips, the rise and fall of feather eyebrows over intelligent eyes.

Yeah, she asked Simon stuff so she could be near him, for the excuse to see him up close, hear his silky voice wend its way up and down her spine and think of parts of him twining around and in other things on her. But she couldn’t rightly detect how or why her formerly all-time favorite activity of wrangling for Simon-time had lately been replaced by a completely different male object to focus on.

She opened up his hatch and peered into gloom, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the shadows. Trusted her ears to catch any sign that he was awake and wouldn’t welcome her barging in. Faint sounds came and they didn’t sound to be of the good so Kaylee descended into Jayne’s lair quick enough to help him if he needed her.

Standing just a foot from the side of his bunk, she studied the bare back that was all she could see above the sheet draped over his hip. His breathing seemed steady, but the broad stretch of skin was shiny with sweat. She bent down using her other senses in the gloaming to examine the situation, see if Simon needed to be called in.

She knelt by the bed and touched Jayne’s wide back. No reaction. Nudged him gently with enough pressure to wake most anybody from sleep. Nothing. Bent close to make sure she was right about him still breathing. Yup. Good-to-go there.

She rose back up then and half-turned to leave and maybe think about getting Simon outta bed for a look-see when a sound from Jayne made her turn sharply about.

“Kaylee?” said his voice, made odd with an undertone she didn’t recognize. “Kaylee,” he said again softly.

“Yeah, Jayne?” she said helpfully. No answer. She bent at the waist, tips of soft hair waving and sweeping along his shoulder, “What, Jayne?” Nothing. Her eyes were fully adjusted to the low light by now, enough to notice that she could see his hair combed out but slightly mussed. In fact she could see all of his hair. So where was the head bandage he’d been wearing a couple hours ago? What the hell had he done?

Fear pricked at her and she shook him hard. “Jayne. What’d you do to your head? Where’s the bandage, Jayne?” He moaned a little and it resolved into words sounding something like, “Rock me, Kaylee. Ride with me, mmmmmmm.”

She drew back her hand as if she’d been scorched by an afterburner. Ride with him? Was he delirious? He’d been like that for days when they rescued him from near dying. But he was so much better. Was there something wrong with his head again?

She had a tiny flashlight in the pocket of her coveralls, always kept it handy in case an infrequent power outage left her blind and needing to find the smallest flaw in the engine. Fished it out, flicked it on and peered at Jayne’s skull. Drew back again just short of focusing her eye on what was previously covered by gauze.

What if she fell on him, passed out from the sight of the wound? Kaylee gingerly folded herself down to sit on the edge of Jayne’s bunk. Safely seated and guaranteed of a semi-soft place to fall if so needed, she directed the little light source to examine Jayne’s uncovered noggin. Sweet Buddha, Simon was good. No blood, almost no line to mark the path of the grievous head wound she knew he’d been dealt barely a week ago.

Why had Jayne risked taking off the wrapping? Maybe he couldn’t resist a look in the mirror? His hair being all combed down proper now spoke to the fact of his doing the job with a mirror to look into for aid. Oh no.

“Ni shi sha gua, Kaylee girl,” she said aloud, grimacing at the guilty feeling. She’d badgered him about his hair today, hadn’t she… Laughed at his crazy porcupine hair sticking up all over to the point that he’d barked out at her in anger.

Her fault that he’d gone and shucked the bandage to pretty up his hair. For her. For the next time she would come to see him. He’d tried to look swai for her. She coulda told him his hair weren’t nothing but raisins on rice pudding to her, though. The whole package of the man weren’t detracted one bit from by a little messy hair.

She smiled down at him and stroked the side of her hand softly, slowly along his thick hair. Her fingers found that it was getting a little long, almost curling at the nape of his neck. While her hand played there, fingertips spread apart and lightly scoring the base of his neck so she could plow up into his soft hair, her gaze slid sultry slowly down between his shoulder blades and down, down to his low back. Her hand not trapped in his hair obediently followed her eyes to map the path from neck to back. Dared to slide just a little bit under the sheet’s edge looking for the waistband of the old shorts he was wearing last time she saw him. They were gone now.

She felt the swell of his abs a little further down. Jayne was still, an occasional unintelligible word or moan coming out, that’s all.

A wrack of shivers whanged through the man and the sound Kaylee heard turned out to be his teeth clattering lightly. She thought again of going for Simon, but armed with the newfound knowledge that her careless remarks had likely been the cause of the bandage removal kept her where she was to think on it further. What if Jayne told Simon he couldn’t tell him not to comb his own hair when it needed it? What if Jayne told Simon where he could go with his instructions?

Kaylee studied him anew. The shivering came and went, nothing steady. Maybe Jayne was just cold or maybe he was only a mite feverish. If the situation was as harmless as she thought it to be, rousing Simon from sleep for no good reason could turn into another shouting match like the one she’d broke up earlier. Simon didn’t take well to being waked from sleep. The closest thing to meanness that he’d ever shown to River was when her fitfulness roused him from night slumbers. He didn’t yell at her, he never did, but the whole ship would hear him stomping around gathering what arcane potions he needed for calming his sister.

Kaylee felt all alone suddenly, with nobody to care for her in the night. Jayne was the same, she realized. Everybody on Serenity had somebody, when you thought about it. Even Shepherd had his good book, said it was the only friend that counted when you came right down to it. Mal could have ‘Nara, that he didn’t was his own fault so he didn’t count.

It was Jayne and Kaylee, cold, lonely, wanting the warmth of a friendly body laid up against their own. Before she could think beyond that, she propped the little flashlight on the shelf that served has Jayne’s nightstand and unclipped the one clasp of her coveralls to reveal her cotton panties. She shimmied out of them and shucked the tank top over her head. Everything fell where it wanted, Kaylee unmindful of all but where she wanted to be right now, who she wanted to be with.

She carefully and fully lifted up the sheet that covered Jayne, sliding herself tight up against him covering them both back up, breasts to low back, belly to his hard bottom, knees nestled against his thighs. Knew that before he’d gone abed he’d shed the well worn shorts he’d had on earlier. The skin of her own tummy registered that helpful detail.

As she settled in tight against the big merc, their breathing adjusted to the point that it was almost in unison. He still shook a little, causing Kaylee to try to gain a position even more flush against him to warm him, still him.

She laid her face against his shoulder blade, turning her nose into his skin, inhaling deeply the clean leather and tobacco smell of the man. There was also, what? Maybe a touch of the scent of gun oil she’d often smelled when he sat at the kitchen table vivisecting Vera during her daily cleaning. Cleaned his weapons so often that the oil had become part of his scent’s signature.

Kaylee recalled hearing Zoe joke about her unintended play on words to Jayne when she’d ordered him to get his weapon in hand. She’d meant for him to get himself armed up, but since the order had been given shortly after the merc had announced, “I’ll be in my bunk,” it came out all manner of wrong. Zoe’d laughed hard along with everybody else recalling Jayne glimpsing Inara’s kissing a female client hello being the cause of his sudden need to go to his bunk.

It was all smiles until Jayne had walked in packing Vera and carrying cleaning supplies. Everybody got quiet suddenlike, causing the big man to bark out, “What?,” for which nobody had an answer.

Jayne’s weapon. She’d never forget how he looked, how it felt when she took to exploring in the medlab when she was informally standing guard while he rested and had accidental-like found herself enjoying a little gropage. Not little. Big.

Little as in the amount of time she’d groped, big as pertained to everything else about the experience. The man still hadn’t stirred, but his breathing was regular. What if he woke while she was doing what she planned on? What of it? He was okay. He was getting so much better.

She knew he wanted her, could tell by the way her being with him gentled him, improved his attitude, hell, she’d seen the growing results during the sponge bath in this bed. The signals he broadcasted in her direction seemed to have started when he got hurt and she turned to nursin’ him. Or else her nursin’ him had brought her close enough to the man for her to take in the signals.

Whichever, whatever the sequence, it was time to fish or cut bait. She wasn’t scared. Knew how to handle ‘most any bait and how to lure. She’d been around the block and back, probably near as many times as Jayne. Okay, not that many.

But she knew things she might could teach the man, lessons he’d be glad of from the perspective of a young woman who knew her own body, wasn’t ashamed to tell her man where to put what, how to put it and how long to keep it there. She’d waited long enough to ride this stallion, and the time was now.

The first thing was to feel him out. Ummm, feel him up. Get him gentled, used to her touching him everywhere.

Jayne swam up out of fitful sleep to find something blessed warm strapped across his back. Not just his back, swamped around his butt and down past his knees. Breath on the nape of his neck, a tickle of spider webs across his naked shoulder. The violence of his shaking frame was invited to slow, stop to match the stillness of what, of the who that held him.

The question of who was enough to bring his brain back to puzzle on it some. Dragged into harness long enough to take inventory of his possessor. Softness. Warmth beyond belief. The spider webs of long hair, might mean a woman. Twin hard soft mounds abutting the small of his back confirmed it.

Yeah, woman. Kaylee. Either Kaylee for well and true or his mental health had gone all to go se impaired again worse’n ever, got itself dropped right back into the shitter of hurt that started on that dustbowled planet.

Took a wary breath and a nanosecond to pray to the god of Vera that his mind was alright and his body aware an’ in the now so’s both could benefit in the real world by what he felt gripping him. Wrapped around him. Holding him. Rubbing him. Fondling him. Fondling his, yeah. Ohhhh, sweet yesu. Yeah.

The him was his dick, and the her was definitely Kaylee.

His left hand reached up from where it lay on the mattress toward the slow firm gliding motion riding his prick. He moaned a little, couldn’t help it and heard a lovely sound that didn’t come from him follow right along with it.

Kaylee. Kaylee wrapped around him, lil’ Kaylee breathing short fast hot, moaning, stirring, rumpling his hair with each exhale. She surrounded him, body played all along him, eased the hurt and fever in him. She contrarily and inexorably instigated a different kind of fever in him. One that scorched from where her hand tugged sweetly like a piston lined in satin and fleece to where her legs had begun to rub slowly, oh surely silkily slowly up and down along his bent knees and hard buttocks.

Her tits moved and swayed, walked like a massage along his back as her hand did its work. Oh yesu, Kaylee, oh. Don’t stop. For the love of all that’s holy and not, don’t stop it. If I’m dreaming or I’m gorram wide awake, it don’t matter. I’m a lucky man, luckier than I deserve to be.

If anything in Serenity’s hard-lived mercenary’s future was ever due to get any better than this, he’d likely never believe the prophet who told him so.

The big man surprised Kaylee mightily, proved his being awake by means of pulling himself toward the wall, away from her reaching hands, startling her into a little sound of frustration. His next move told her why, made things all better, as he made room on the small mattress for him to lie flat, then rolled onto his other side, turning the business end of him to face the business side of her. Much better, but not the best. The best was in his eyes.

His wide open gunmetal blue eyes didn’t meet hers, couldn’t do it just then. Not as he leaned back a little to get his first sight of a generously naked Kaylee swanned out on her side next to him. He’d seen her eyes lotsa times before, had studied them when her attention was focused elsewhere so’s she wouldn’t know she was being inspected.

Now when he had the time and opportunity, here in his quarters, in his bunk, with Vera unnoticed on her perch, he let the knowledge of Kaylee, that he was gonna know Kaylee in the sense they meant in Book’s bible, wash over him.

Preamble to the knowin’ was looking his fill at what he hadn’t had exactly right when he’d mentally stripped off her gear so often in the past. Alone in his bed or with her standing right across the room from him in mixed company she’d never suspected he was stripping her bare to pass the time or pass the lust harder through his hand on cock.

Imagination hadn’t lied to him ‘bout her tits. The new little light coming from his bunk’s shelf clearly showed him the curve of full breasts, nipples positioned a trifle right of true center due to her laying on her side. Her position made her left titty the most easily visible of the two and he took in how the good weight of it rounded, made it pull the tightly wound nipple a bit mattressward, flesh full and full-on beauteous to his eye. Could just see the other dusky rose aureole and nipple half hidden by the weight of her other breast on the mattress.

Down her lithesome body from that vantage point was her ribcage, thin but meat covered enough. He could make out her ribs, wanted to touch where his eyes had just left and what they now saw oh, so bad, but not daring to yet. Don’t spook her.

If he took his time, his only contact being eye for skin for now, he’d have that at least if she flew off when he finally touched her. Gods, let this last. Let Serenity find a slow time warp right this second so the minutes could be drawn out to hours of time to do what he wanted to.

Kaylee was confused and a little scared when the man had pulled away from her embrace. She thought she was dead wrong about him wanting her, even though the signs had been so encouraging. But then he’d used the space she wasn’t occupying on the bunk to urge his big body onto his left side, to face her, and she’d found herself under close inspection.

He wouldn’t look at her. That wasn’t right. He looked at her breasts, her belly. She wanted him to do that, felt her skin glow all over from him doing that, but enough was enough. What did his eyes say? She couldn’t rightly have his eyes on her body and matched to her own hot gaze at the same time, so she called him back to her.

“Jayne.” He didn’t come. “Jayne Cobb, you look at me.”

“Am looking at you. Now that I know you’re real, not some gorram vision I’m used to seein’”.

“Jayne!”, louder now. His eye lashes lifted, steel blue eyes met hers at last. Both gazes naked, naked and hungry as their bodies were. She held on, her gaze shifting from his right eye to his left, finding them both so swai, frank with the knowledge of her, the knowing that she was his for the taking, and he was hers.

“Jaylee,” both voices blended as they spoke at the same time, anxious to get out of the way what had to be said before satisfaction could get started. Both smiled, and he lay silent, let her start again.

“Jayne, I want to be here, couldn’t stay away from here, from you. I know you don’t have any reason to care for me, and it ain’t fair o’ me to whang on in here and jump a sick man that don’t want what I’m offering, but hear me out, will ya?”

Did the corner of his mouth twitch? Was going to ask him what the hell that meant, but changed her mind when he nodded for her to go on with what she had to say.

“That first day Simon and Mal had me lookin’ out for you in the medlab, you were pretty much out of it. You weren’t keepin’ any food down, not much progress toward healin’ and Mal needed you healthy soon as possible for a gig he was planning. So I was in there, fed you some broth when you came to, held your hand while you fell asleep after that.

It was late, it was quiet and you were so still. I hadn’t seen much of your hurts since I found you nearly dead on that planet, so I walked around the bed an’ lifted the sheet to look at your shot up thigh and I didn’t think about how you’d be naked and it surprised me when I saw your… And.,”

“Kaylee?”, Jayne interrupted his nurse’s guilty announcement with a smile she could hear in his softened voice. The girl paused, took a breath, murmured the smallest possible “Yeah?”

“I know all about it.”

“What? There wasn’t anybody else there to see.”

“What you was doin’, I didn’t have to have my eyes open to feel it, lil’ Kaylee.”

“I’m sorry I took advantage of ya, Jayne, I beat myself up about it somethin’ terrible but it’s all I’ve been thinking ‘bout ever since and,”

“Look,” he ordered, bringing her gaze back to him, not willing to let her eyes run away from him while he said what needed saying. “I’ve been wanting your hands on me, something besides a friendly whack upside my head when I joke at dinner or a sisterly pat on my shoulder as you walk by, forever, seems like. When I came to and found your hand was getting’ a rise outta me, the only thing that bothered me was I didn’t have the bad-boyin’ in me to do anything right by you.”

Kaylee colored at that, warmed all over again. Yeah, he had known, even though she’d tried to tell herself it was just her secret.

“You ran out of there like your ass was on fire, afore I could decide whether to open my eyes or just lay still hoping for more. I did care enough to watch your ass hurrying out the door, and not just to make sure there it wasn’t smokin’.”

They both chuckled at the bad joke, two sets of eyes crinkling at the corners.

“I want you, Jayne. It’s been worryin’ at me since you been hurt so bad, but the want’s been buildin’ so I can’t think anymore, can’t keep my mind on anything ‘cept finding out if you want me too.” She leaned in to kiss him only to meet his cheek pressing warm against her own.

“Ummmmm,” the big man rumbled, chest softly vibrating against her own. “I ain’t hurt as bad as you think, not now, and we’re gonna do this my way.”

He went on, “That want you was talking about? I been carrying it my own self ever since I found out how you come to be on this boat. Before I ever knew how good you were inside, I wanted to get a piece of what Mal’s first mechanic got. Now don’t be mad at me for it, for the bare wanting without knowing who you were.”

She shook her head shyly. “The wanting got to be needing once I talked to ya, pal’d around with ya some. I’m thinking I feel more for you than any woman ‘cept my ma.”

Kaylee was wise enough to take that for the compliment it was. He saw that he was making progress and took it upon himself to lean up over her, body making to take control of the situation. Her hand stopped his move and she shook her head.

“You’ve got some strength back, sure. But you ain’t ready to ride yet. I’m doing the riding here, dong ma?,” and she pushed him back down on the mattress, he let her do it.

As he lay flat, Kaylee heard him say inquiringly, “We gonna get time to do it my way soon’s I get a clean bill o’ health from your boyfriend?”

“Look. He aint’ my boyfriend, never will be. The more I’ve been thinking about you, the more I come to know he ain’t like me. Can’t be like me, can’t really ever like me ‘cause of bein’ different. I don’t care anymore. I care about how you and me are the same. Neither one of us got anybody to care about us. Both got a lot of things in common, an’ most important right now is we got parts that wanna cooperate. I’m in large need of cooperation, here, Jayne.”

“But to answer the other question, yeah, if this turns out as good as I plan it to, I’d be fong luh to turn down a re-match once you’re able. No, lay back, you just think you’re able now, but I know better. You’ll drive next time. Let mama take you where we need to go tonight.”, she ended the sexy speech with a purr of a sigh and one leg looped over both of his thighs, carefully avoiding the bandaged area as she settled herself in.

“Oh, I’m able,” he teased the beauty astride his body, “I’ll show you in a minute.”

“ It‘ll take longer than a minute, Jayne. I got ways to make you scream.” ‘Is the door closed?’ she wondered, and he answered her unspoken thought with, “Good thing I can see you closed the door then.”

Privacy needs assured, the woman on top of Jayne inched her way a little toward the bunk’s wall, not losing her seat atop him, but getting set secure so as to lean forward, arms straight out, hands smoothing the sides of his face. He was bristly, but she didn’t mind since she knew he probably wouldn’t kiss her anyhow.

“Jayne? I can’t kiss ya, huh?”

“I don’t never kiss, you know that Kaylee.” And he didn’t take the time to explain, just turned his mouth to her palm and kissed her that way in apology.

“That’s okay, there’s a lot to do besides kissin’. It’s just a shame to leave that out, it bein’ so shiny and all.”

She idly decided to try letting her body talk him into changing his mind, knowing that the menu was so full of treats even without a kiss, they were both like to be sated before tonight’s dinner party was done.

To that end, as appetizer, she bent down as if to kiss his mouth, turning away at the last instant to fasten her lips on the side of his neck. He turned his head slightly to clear the way. She brushed his jaw with her mouth, lightly so as not to abrade her lips too much, then sought softer territory at his ear.

He sighed in pleasure at the feel of warm woman all along his body then, as much as at the feel of her lips tugging on his earlobe, tongue hot wet facile at his ear. Used his hand to smooth up the side of her, gentling her, easing some of the tension he felt.

She left his ear and bent her head down to one male nipple, fastened to him tight, mouth to chest, teeth grazing his tip, mouth nursing a little there. The bud tightened as his chest rose to her, and she took that for reason to attend to its twin. His left nipple was a little recessed, taking her teasing it out from its nest of hair to get it peaked proper. She used her teeth on it a little harder than the other, causing Jayne to groan loud and grip her head in one big hand. She thought she’d hurt him, but knew better and smiled around his flesh when his fingers simply pressed her harder to him.

He smoothed her hair, wordlessly crooning a little, a boy held up in the smooth and wracking arms of pleasure. The gorgeous dealer of passion atop him left his hands empty when she rose back up and stretched luxuriously, arms overhead. His heavy-lidded gaze shot to her tits, nipples pointed harder than his as her motion lifted them the tiniest bit, changing shape with it.

She knew what she was doing to him, could feel his prick jump beneath her bottom, did it on purpose to see if he’d look.

“Easy, big boy. We’re taking this slow, you know? And don’t you forget that I’m leading this dance, don’t need no help from you.”

He put a lie to her words by jutting his pelvis straight up to her, giving her advance notice of what help he planned on giving, as if she didn’t already feel the package behind her, urging her on. She reached behind her to give it a welcome squeeze. Turned it into a firm stroke he was well-acquainted with, would never be able to forget.

“There’s slow dancing, and then there’s gorram torture, bao bei.” said the tormented man with an angel astride his lower body, cunt close to surging cock. She looked to his face to determine if he was indeed as hard up as what her hand told her, saw that he was.

Saw that it was time to begin for true. Kaylee rose up a little, then found she had to rise up quite high, weight supported on her kneecaps and one hand as she found the distance she needed to put his cockhead to her opening. He trembled at the slip of Kaylee moisture he felt drop onto him. Had time to wish he’d put his hands there, lamented the loss.

“I guess the first time oughta go fast,” she said, “Even though I wanted this to last for us, to go easy on you in your condition and all.”

His answer was to push up hard, but she was ready for that, riding backwards the littlest bit so his cock would ride along her slit, head ending up almost at her belly button by the time her opening rested on his balls, tight against his body.

He groaned at the missed opportunity, but rested, slave to whatever fong luh plan she was bent on enacting on his poor, abused, long hungry body. Tallied up the teasing, though, to take out on her hide later, at the next promised horizontal (or upright or sideways or sink-wise shower-wet) mambo she’d promised to put on her dance card. He would do all the leading then, by god.

But damn, he had to give her credit. She not only knew about delayed satisfaction, she was as much a gorram master at it as his own generous older woman teacher had been to him back in the day. His brain near imploded at the thought of the deranged lengths his Kaylee and him could push each other to, given time, strength and opportunity.

“Kaylee, quit playing around. If you don’t let me get my cock up inside you, I’m gonna bust a stitch turning you around and ride you to glory like a grown man should.”

“I want you inside me,” said the engine angel, just about making him waste his load on his own stomach instead of where he wanted it to go, “but from what I’m feeling at my nethers, Jayne, I ain’t so sure that’s do-able.”

At his quizzical look, Kaylee went on, “You’re huge, Jayne! I mean, I knew you were big, had you in my hand and all, but the likes of you is beyond anything I’ve ever taken before. Maybe the long while between screwings is making it like this?”

He reached around behind her and felt the base of his cock, then in front of her to feel the end. “Naw, it’s normal, Kaylee. And just because I ain’t had a woman in a long time don’t mean I don’t know how to take care of myself. Hell, I beat off thinking about you giving me a sponge bath not 10 minutes after you left here.”

Well, damn. Kaylee was already hot, dampened a little at the feel of his impossibly large cock nudging her slit suggestively, but what he’d just said had worked mogambo enough to send her fears far away and ratchet her desires up to the fore.

“Cheeng jeen, then Jayne.” Kaylee slid forward just enough and, aided by her body’s moisture slid back down carrying the tip of Jayne’s manhood inside her body. Gasped at the feel of him, in love at the feel of him just where she wanted, just like she knew it would feel.

Jayne found himself in similar straits, head of his prick nearly burned in her heat, her moistness, the rest of his cock temporarily soothed by the cleft of her buttocks.

She didn’t move for what seemed like forever, but that was alright. It was too good to take it too fast after all. He decided to loose both his hands’ grip on the mattress to cup her breasts that hung within easy reach. He remembered to do it right, heard his kindly mentor’s voice in his head showing him, telling him, ‘Hold it like a woman’d hold it, never grab it like it’s a cow’s teat. I’m gonna learn you right, boy.”

Kaylee benefited from the big man’s lessons learned as she felt both his hands hold her breasts from where they rose off her ribcage, testing their full weight in cupped palms, calloused thumbs reaching up to rub nipples threatening to catch fire from the soft abrading.

Ai ya, he held her just the way she’d do it to herself. Not one man in a thousand ever learned that particular easy lesson, and a man who was as happy shooting a woman as making love to her turned out to be the one. Lucky Kaylee.

The shooting she wanted from him was most likely to come if she got on with this. So she rose up off him the littlest bit and gave in to his insistent cock pushing up into her. Took him an inch at a time, intent on easing him in, ready to draw him out if she couldn’t take his size.

At her blessed motion, riding his cock straight into her a little more, Jayne gently let go of Kaylee’s breasts to slide his hands along her waist, lifting her slightly upwards so as to take the pressure off her lower body’s descent.

Supporting herself on one hand on Jayne’s bunk mattress, the lovely woman used the other to take his hand from her waist press it back down on the bed. “Don’t, Jayne. You’re the horse, I’m the rider. The only work you need to do is lay back and enjoy it, remember? You can ride next time. There’ll be a next time.” she reminded him.

He lay quiescent, but when she slid down another inch letting him make further way into her velvet sheath, he used one hand to rub slow circles on her belly, enjoying the tumescence of her lower body.

“Jaaayne,” Kaylee groaned as she gained another three inches of him, “I can’t believe how hard, how good you feel.” She took him all the way, her opening flush with his flared base, balls tight up against her pubic hair. Threw her head back and grated down on him as if to pull his nuts inside where his cock was firmly seated.

Jayne was beyond words, all systems in overdrive, using every resource he had to keep from flipping her over and plowing her good and hard, like his body screamed he ought to do. Ruttin’ girl was gonna kill him, kill him good, ohhhhh, good. So gorram good that he’d go to his death happy as a kid at Christmas.

He talked to her about it, told her how good, how fine, how ruttin’ amazin’ she felt to him. “Kaylee-girl, don’t stop. Ya love me so good, I want to take a week off, Kaylee don’t stop. Make me out of breath, make me red hot. Havin’ you alone is like living a dream.”

Kaylee finally rose off the axis inside her, the upslide feeling every bit as good as the filling her had. She showed him why they call it screwing by sliding just a bit to the side and back as she took him back inside her, back home.

“Sweet Budha, Jayne, I can feel you getting bigger, how do ya do that?,” not really wanting an answer, not caring, only caring about the sweet pressure and heave between her legs, coming off her and the man. If she’d known the way of Jayne, she’d a’ never wasted any wanting on Simon, she realized then.
Surprising her with the quickness of it, he exerted enough pressure to turn them both to their sides, not leaving the sheathing of her in the process.

“Shhhh. Don’t fuss, Kaylee Frye. I’m not trying to drive, just think of it as a two-seater. One we can both operate at the same time.” He wrapped his arms around her, palms cupping the perfect plumpness of her ass and edged into her a little more.

The overstimulated woman held onto his shoulders and looked down to where their pubic hair merged, straining to see the place where they were joined into one body. The light wasn’t enough to see, though, a problem Kaylee promised herself she’d remedy the next go-round. Yeah, there’d be more of this, she swore. And next time she’d leave all the lights blazin’ so as to see what she could feel almost good enough to see right now.

“You sure you’re okay?,” she asked solicitously, ever mindful of her lover’s need to heal up right.

“The hurt leg’s on top, not rubbing on the mattress so we’re good. No worries. No time for worries, only for lovin’, Kaylee”, as he pulled out half way, couldn’t quite bring himself to leave her warmth any more than half, and ground into her as slow as he could and still retain some sanity.

At his mention of love, even though she knew he meant it only as lovemaking, not the real thing, her chocolate eyes melted, lashes covering the expression so he wouldn’t see. That was what she was really looking for, but she’d never tell him. Couldn’t ever tell him that she loved him already, had tripped into loving him sometime between desperately searching to find him almost dead to plucking a raisin off his chin at dinner this evening.

Kaylee placed both palms flat on his chest and pulled back, then let Jayne’s hands draw her lower body flush once again with his. The ebb and flow of the dance revved up several notches, neither set of nethers finding any patience left for a slow waltz anymore. They gasped each other’s breath, moaned each other’s names and ran hell bent for leather toward culmination, not feeling any loss at the increased speed of it.

He put one hand between their bellies on a quick backswing, spread her folds to find her clit awash in moisture but hard and erect as he was. Damn, she was fine. Everything just as he liked it, no woman put together as well as her logged in the black book of partners he kept in his head.

At the circling of his fingers, then the pressure of his thumb and forefinger on the nerve bundle in her cul-de-sac, Kaylee quivered hard, flung slamming into her climax. It hit her just like she always most liked it to come, with her passage filled to overflowing with a big hard cock. Jayne’s hard cock, none better.

He was thoughtful enough to obey when she said, “Ahhhh, Jayne! I’m coming, coming all over your cock. Don’t move.” His only movement was to tighten the hold of his hand on her bum, pressing her to him the slightest bit more. Enjoying the feel of her trembling, tightening on his pole, straining himself harder than she knew so as not to rip her back from him and slam back in to seek his own release.

Her engine tick, tick, ticked into a lower gear at last, he felt every throb as she shifted.

When she started breathing again, he decided it was his turn.

Pulled out slowly, pushed back into her heat faster. Kept the pace up for as long as he could, urged on by her soft little cries of joy. It was three more strokes and then he arced his lower body deep, waist and chest pulled back for extra leverage and let go with a groan deeper, louder, dwindling as his sperm shot, rolled deeper into Kaylee’s depths.

She leaned into him, held him tight, head resting on his mattress and the big man’s shoulder.

They both took well-earned rest, bodies’ sweat mingling, nethers twined together, neither wanting separation.

When she had breath enough to speak Kaylee said, “You know, it was pretty jing zi of you to take care of yourself before I came in so’s we could take our time just now, you know?”

He growled, smiling at her, manhood twitching as he pushed in as a show of agreement. “Care to see how quick I can be ready for round two?,” he asked her.

“Much as I’d like to, much as I’m convinced I want to go all night with you, Jayne, it ain’t the right thing to do.” Sadly, she decided they’d had all she could allow without being guilty of harming the mending patient.

Before he drew himself completely out of her body, Jayne cupped her head in his dry hand, “Bao bei, come back to me tomorrow, okay? I’ll letcha go now, but don’t leave me for too long. I’m a man in need of nursin’, don’t you forget it.”

She smiled and tucked her head under his chin, loving the feel of his strong arms and hands tight around her slender shoulders.

“I’ll be back for more, Jayne. But when you’re done with me once you’re all mended up, I’m likely to be the one in need of nursing.” Their bodies shook with good clean laughter and Jayne reluctantly loosened his grip when Kaylee moved to pull back and get up.

He watched her dress in the dim light, one bicep bulging as he folded an arm under his head. “When you come back tomorrow, Kaylee, don’t wear any panties under them overalls.”

She paused and leered at him, nodding her head. The man thought just like she did, gorram it all to hell. She might just have found a soul mate in a man she used to think didn’t even have a soul.
He handed her the little flashlight which she pocketed.

“Bye Jayne. See you soon.”

“Kaylee,” his voice stopped her as she was pivoting to climb out of his cabin. “I’m glad you went exploring. Glad it was you who found me out there. When I first saw your face, the sun shining through your hair that was blocking out the sun, I didn’t know it was real. Thought you was more hallucinatin’. I’d been having you six ways from Sunday out there while I was waiting to die or be rescued.”

She stared at him, stunned. “You were having sex with me and it was fine. Was what kept me alive, Kaylee.” He looked away in order to say the next part. "But tonight…Well, my mind couldn’t no way dream it up to be as good as it turned out to be."

She rushed back to his bunk, held his head tight between her soft hands and kissed him quick, even though she knew it was forbidden. As she climbed out of his cabin before he had a chance to protest the contact, she added deep, slow kisses that last for two days to the list of erotica she planned for their future together.

Conclusion to The Measure of a Jayne.


Note: Some of Jayne’s love words are from Low Millions’ song, “Nicky Don’t Stop.” Okay. I’m done now. Your turn. Feed me, fair readers. Don’t let me see the tally at the top of my fic showing 73 people read the thing but only 6 left feedback. Help me out here, and give me the urge to try another story sometime. Will you just press the button and type some for me? Buddha knows my hands are tired from typing for you (and for me.) :0)