Disclaimer: They ain't mine and no money changed hands. Thanks to Joss and all for inspiration, Jacqui for beta and support, and to my own big, bad man for 'technical guidance'. Thanks to you readers for all the great comments and encouragement - that's what makes the work all worth it. If you've just found this series, for Pete sake, start at the beginning. Makes a lot more sense like that, yes? And by the way, Mal's on his way back to the ship...

Waited Long Enough Part Ten: Dessert Course

The shattering glory faded an’ Jayne gently lowered Kaylee to her feet, both of them clingin’ unsteadily to one another as they gasped for breath.

“Guess we better finish gettin’ rinsed off.” He suggested. The emotional and physical intensity of recent events had them both feeling more’n a little vulnerable an’ awkward.

Without speaking, they finished showering, frequently reaching out to touch one another, seekin’ reassurance. Jayne turned off the water and opened the shower door, peering into the steam-filled room. “We musta been in here a while, huh?”

“I’d say so, goin’ by that fog.” Kaylee stepped out after him.

“Ai ya! Didn’t even think about grabbin’ no towels for us.”

Kaylee giggled. “Wasn’t like ya had a free hand to grab em’ with, anyways.”

Jayne scooped up their piled clothes and gestured toward the door. “Let’s make a run for it – I’m gettin’ cold. Head for my bunk; it’s closer.” He stopped at the threshold long enough to step into his unbuckled boots. ”I hate walkin’ barefooted on that gorram gratin’.”

Kaylee turned around in the corridor and stared back at Jayne, just shakin’ her head an’ hooting with glee at the big, wet, naked mercenary standin’ there in nothin’ but his combat boots.

“What? What’s so ruttin’ funny?” Jayne looked all around, oblivious to the extraordinary sight he offered.

So tickled she was unable to even speak, Kaylee tried to stifle herself with one hand an’ pointed the other in his general direction.

Jayne scowled. “What’ya laughin at my Joh