A continuation of the Twelve days of Christmas story arc.

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All manner of hot

Kaylee ran down the stairs jumping from the last step straight into Jayne’s arms. He always caught her, never let her fall. Biceps bulging his arms engulfed her, surrounded her, and made her all manner of hot for him.

She weren’t forgettin’ that she’d nearly lost him not long back; needed to make sure he was there, hers. She needed his brand of lovin’.

Her big, mean, ornery, wonderful man made love the same way he did everything else, with concentration. Sometimes it was rough though he never hurt her, sometimes messy and quick, sometimes so tender and slow she almost melted, sometimes fun, and sometimes needy.

Today it was needy, him for her and her for him, they weren’t even gonna make it to their bunk. The mixture of desire and heat that she knew was in her eyes struck an answerin’ spark in his. Pullin’ her under the catwalk into the darkest recesses of Serenity, Jayne growled low and deep makin’ her shiver with need.

He lifted her up so they were breast to chest, hearts beatin’ against each other, lips caressin’ lips, all raw emotions between them. All four hands fumbled with zips, skimmin’ over skin, pushin’ clothes aside. Kaylee wrapped her legs round his hips drawin’ him closer to her moist depths moanin’ as he thrust deep inside.

She traced her hands over his back in time with the quick, deep strokes, Jayne fillin’ her like no man ever had. They moved in unison, tongues tanglin; mouths swallowing each other’s moans till they leant together shaking and sated, not sayin’ anythin’, just breathin’ together.

Restin’, forehead to forehead, one arm cradling her to him, the other strokin’ her body gently, Jayne still hot inside her started movin’ again, slower this time, Kaylee was in heaven.

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All manner of uncomfortable

Over the last few months Mal had had time to come to terms with another shipboard romance. And Kaylee and Jayne