Rating: R

Characters: Jayne, Kaylee

Pairing: Jayne/Kaylee (het)

Warning: Adult sexuality

Spoilers/Timeline: Post BDM AU, where Wash and Book are still on board.

Disclaimer: All belong to Joss. I got nada.

Author's Note: If you read and enjoy this, please take a minute to let me know. Hover for translation. X-posted from my LiveJournal.

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Tinkerin’

“Jayne? You down there?” Kaylee’s voice rang out through the cargo bay.

“Yeah. Lemme finish up this set.” With a series of noisy huffs, the big mercenary powered through half a dozen chin-ups, his biceps bulging with each one. Satisfied he’d completed enough for the moment, he ducked out from beneath the stair landing and looked up at his girl. “Whatcha need, darlin’?”

Kaylee used the back of her wrist to wipe the sweat from her ruddy face. Clearly, she’d been working hard on some project. “Think you could do some welding for me? You always get a better join than I do and this’n needs to be strong.”

He shrugged. “Sure. You need it done right now? ’Cause Mal just asked me to run an inventory on munitions before dinner.”

Kaylee looked a little crestfallen. “No, that’s OK. You can get it later.”

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Jayne had worked his way through about half of the ammo boxes stored in the forward weapons locker and was scribbling down the count from the latest on a clipboard when he heard the sound of Kaylee’s flip-flops. The girl bounded down the aft stairs and over to the workbench at the rear of the hold. He could hear her humming contentedly to herself and jerking open the drawers where the small parts, bolts and miscellaneous fittings were cached. When Kaylee got all caught up in her ‘projects’ she went at them with remarkable focus and ingenuity.

“Perfect!” she pronounced and scampered back up the stairs with several objects clutched in her grubby little hands.

The mercenary chuckled to himself. Who’d have ever thought tinkerin’ could mak