This will read like a sequel to The Measure of a Jayne, Part 5. You can find that easily if you click on the ItsaWash profile (in light yellow just below the fic title above). Look to the right when you get to the profile.

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The Pleasuring of Kaylee, Part 1

The morning after.

Kaylee woke up and streeeetcheddd herself out in luxurious cat-like motions, a smile on her face and sleep dust in the corners of her eyes. She rubbed at the crusties, stretched again and felt a small sort of pleasurable twisting ache twixt her nethers.

“Jayne,” she said in a tone he would have surely loved to hear. ‘Probably will, too’, she thought as the smile grew bigger and her lashes lowered. He’d measured up to her fantasies right fine last night, and, if their love play and coy talk before, during and after was any indicator, he’d hear a dang sight more than his name purring from her throat when he finally gained full healing and recovered strength to do the ridin’ ‘stead of bein’ the rid-ee.

Anybody looking in on Kaylee’s open honest face during these thoughts would see a secret look of recently pleasured woman, a hint of embarrassment mixed with joy, dimple deepening along with the rosy flush at her cheekbones.

After running a friendly hand down to stroke the curls at her thighs’ juncture, she checked her chron and realized it was time to rise, gauging that her internal alarm clock had left her time for a shower before breakfast.

The lithesome woman whipped back the sheet, only covering she ever needed during sleep, and stepped naked from the bed, feeling the pull and tug of muscles she wasn’t all that used to employing that nevertheless had gotten a pretty good workout last night.

As she strode toward the shower, she used her left foot a