There ain’t ever been a lot of good in Jayne’s life. His days been mostly full of dirt and sweat and blood, a few moments of happy sprinkled about in between. When something good comes along, he doesn’t waste time questioning it like some fool Captain he knows, he grabs on and holds tight for as long as he can.

And he got a hold of something real good, here on Serenity. Or rather, she’s got a hold of him.

Kaylee’s got herself curled up on his chest, ‘cause there just ain’t room for her on the mattress with his body takin’ up space, sighing all happy like and Jayne can’t help but smile. He should be tired after the workout lil’ Kaylee put him through, but he aint ready to drift off just yet, didn’t make sense to waste his time with her by sleepin’.

Girl seemed to have similar ideas, she squirmed around a little, wedging herself in under his arm, her nice, soft thigh hugging his hip. Now, things’d be perfect if she’d just keep--

“Jayne?”

He rolled his eyes at the ceiling. This *thing* between ‘em only just started, but he figured out right quick that Kaylee had a habit of talkin’ after sex. Talkin’ during sex too, for that matter, but that he didn’t mind so much. The talkin’ after was harder on a fella. Shoulda expected it though, girl couldn’t keep that pretty mouth of hers closed the rest of the time neither.

“Hmm?” He grunted, hopin’ for the best. He cared about the girl, probably more ‘n he should. Her fingers slid over his chest, threading through the curling hairs. Oh hell, definitely more ‘n he should. But that don’t mean he gotta talk back.

Her fingers are drifting lower, and he grins a little, maybe he aint so worn out as he thought. “I’ve been wonderin’…” her words are whisper soft and hesitant. And that aint normal.

Wo de ma, he hated talkin’. “Well, spit it out.”

He braced himself, expectin’ a whole mess ‘o talk about his intentions and feelin’s and their future. Her hand stopped on it’s quest down his body, the pad of her finger smoothing over the raised ridges of skin belo