Just a little piece of Jaylee fluff that was floatin’ ‘round my brainpan… Or Jaylee lint that was floatin’ ‘round by bellybutton… You decide.

IMPRESSION

By Canton Heroine

They didn’t meet straight off.

Kaylee’d stepped down into the cargo bay, just in time to see his back end goin’ out t’wards the kitchen. All she could tell from the glimpse she got was that he weren’t average-sized none.

“Man’s hungry,” the Captain commented, nodding at the doorway. “Ain’t been eaten fit servin’s for a month or more.” There was a pause before he added dryly, “Don’t seem none the worse for it though. Still the biggest, meanest gorram tracker I ever saw.”

Kaylee didn’t much like the sound of that. Big an’ mean weren’t her cup of tea. She knew there had to be a grain o’ truth on account that Mal didn’t lie to her, and that he’d specifically been on the lookout for some extra muscle since him and Zoe almost got nabbed a while back, but she weren’t one to make assumptions ‘bout how someone ought to be took on first appearance. She reckoned to follow said tracker to see for herself.

He whipped ‘round from starin’ all lost-like at the table when she come in, and she gasped like she’d had her breath knocked clean out.

Sweet Buddha, but he was swai. Taller’n her pa and built real solid. Her old gramma would’ve called him ‘strapping’.

Thick muscles rippled and rolled along his tanned arms, stretched out the material of his tight blue t-shirt like they had a life of their own. Her eyes shifted from the breadth of that undulatin’ landscape down long, powerful legs, takin’ in with awe how the gunstrap ‘round his thigh was stretched taut with the strain of holdin’ on.

He cleared his throat and her wide eyes shot to his face. That’s when her respiratory system plain shut down altogether. Weren’t fair on a body, him bein’ so unexpected fine.

“Hi,” she squeaked.

“Hey.” They stared at each other for a full five seconds ‘fore he broke contact and scratched at his scruffy dark head. “Uh… Where ya hidin’ the grub?