Disclaimer: It's fanfic, I don't own 'em. If I did, the show would be restricted to mature aged viewers. Count on it.

Comments: I just can't do PWP, there's always Plot. Damn you, Plot, damn you! Jayne/Kaylee fluff. Adult smutty fluff, but fluff nonetheless.

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"Hey! Watch it."

It starts when she trips, running through the cargo bay between the boxes. Her ankle twists and she loses her balance, falling face first into his chest. His arms catch her around the waist and she feels his hands at the base of her spine.

"Sorry Jayne!" Kaylee gasps out.

Then sprints away because she can hear River's laugh getting closer and see a flash of color too close for comfort. Her breath is hot and hard in her chest, her own laugh bubbling up. Her feet know the path of the ship and they land surely on every step, her hand clutching the stair rails and pulling her up faster as she squeals her delight in getting away. She doesn't stop, doesn't have the time.

But her skin remembers, stores it away for later, the feel of those large hands steadying her. A glint in his eye that she doesn't recall being there before, not for her anyways.

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Hell. There are four women on this gorram boat and a helluva lot more nights to be spending alone. Thoughts wander sometimes, to the women he sees everyday, he ain't been bothered about it much before, but he's been focusing on Kaylee a lot lately and he can't be held responsible for it. Not when she grins at him like that, not when her hands on his arm make him stand rock still.

Who went ahead and told her it was okay to be winking at him? To smile at him so bright when he gave her those gorram apples way back after Ariel? Sure as hell wasn't him. She's just about the only one who'll look at him like he's worth a damn and it cuts just as deep to know he's not.

Somebody has to put a stop to it. Right shameless it is. If'n she found out about some of his thoughts, Jayne k