The Pleasuring of Kaylee, Part 5

Jayne’s captain stared wide-eyed, jaw set titanium hard straight past Zoe’s shoulder at a half-naked mercenary lying half atop his own good mechanic on the shower room floor.

‘Nara and Zoe stood filling the partially-opened doorway blocking Mal’s attempts to advance into the room, making themselves a barrier of female flesh preventing (or at least delaying) Jayne’s destruction, should Mal decide to draw down on the man.

Inara had her own motives for feeling protective of the budding relationship she’d earlier heard about and seen through Kaylee’s eyes. Zoe’s reasons had more to do with Jayne being unarmed and thus of little threat, undeserving of introduction to Mal’s packed heat. Also quickly noted was Kaylee’s face and figure unstruggling beneath the merc, seeming more than comfortable in Jayne’s arms. The firmly braced young womens’ unspoken agreement was that they'd hedge Jayne’s bets, stand Mal off long enough for explanations to be given and received.

Grunting, frustrated, Mal managed to wedge one broad shoulder and arm between Inara and his second-in-command. Trial and error proved that was all he could manage without hurting one of them and angering both.

From that snugly cushioned but slightly undignified position, Serenity’s crew’s righteously angry protector sighted on Jayne's face above a naked chest on top of Kaylee and issued a hard demand, voice icy cold but steady, “Jayne, you get your sorry self offa my mechanic and get up off the gorram floor.”

No move from Kaylee’s Jayne to prove he’d heard any directive, let alone cared.

Raking a hand through his shock of brown hair, the other snaking down to rest on the holstered mare’s leg at his hip, Mal continued, “Be quick about it now, Jayne. I ain’t playin’. To hell with needing you ridin’ shotgun on the job, I’ll teach SIMON to point and shoot Vera at any obstacles that need moving!”

Jayne continued to show no intent toward compliance, although he heard Mal fine. All the man on