Mornin’ Glory

By belasera

Jayne and Kaylee in the lazy morning. Could be a sequel to Slim as Dimes if you’ve read it, but stands find by its lonesome.

More R than NC-17

A vague disclaimer is nobody’s friend. All recognizable characters belong not to me, but to Joss Whedon and the darlings over at Universal. No money made, no harm meant.

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“What time is it?”

Jayne didn’t answer, just put one large hand over her mouth. Kaylee shoved it down and repeated,

“No, really, you have to budge or tell me the time.”

“Early, it’s early.”

Kaylee laughed and tried to wiggle out from behind him, tried to pull herself up to see the clock. But Jayne twisted deftly, pushed her back down and laid obstinately half on top of her.

“I have work to do, and I know Cap’n wants you in the hold scrapin’ mud off the mule.”

“Naw, he came in while’s you was sleepin’, told me mud makes good cover, I’m to let it be.”

“Oh, ok, that makes lot’s of sense…move!”

“It’s seven.”

His voice was soft in her ear and one arm was rubbin' up her thigh.

“Still early, stay put. Others won’t be wantin’ us for a while.”

“Yeah, but I need a shower, I look like…I smell like…”

Jayne leaned in, sniffed across her belly, up to her face where he stopped with a hard little kiss.

“Yeah, you do.”

She moved again and again he stopped her, just put his hand over her belly and shook his head.

“No…”

His voice a little hoarser than it’d been a moment ago.

“Stay, I’ll…I’ll get you cleaned up, no need to go nowhere for it.”

Kaylee leaned back, smiled up at him, his hair standing on end, his eyes still holding their sleepy kindness. Jayne was sometimes this way, in the wee hours when they woke together. He was...she didn’t rightly know what to call it, it wasn’t really sweet none, more just…raw, like worn down leather soft and near to crumbling.

He was needy, and it was something to see in a man so fit to strut, to flex and bluster. Something to see, when it’d been her the night before keening like a starved k