Kaylee was layin’ down under the engine beside Jayne. givin’ directions and chattering.

“Simon says I can get the cast off as soon as we pick up the Shepherd.”

Kaylee didn’t know what she was so excited ‘bout. Oh she was dying to have her arm back, to be able to do things for herself, to look after Serenity. But being better meant seeing a lot less of Jayne, she wouldn’t need his help so much in the engine room.

This last couple of weeks since their fishin’ expedition, and her touchin’ him, they’d been together even more than usual.

The Captain had got them out of the tussle with the other ship but that ended with Serenity’s engine and electrics all needin’ work. She, Jayne and Wash had spent days repairin’ the damage.

She’d been sleepin’ better to, after a day repairin’ all the damage, Kaylee was so tired that the bad dreams had no chance. When she did dream, she dreamt of Jayne, irritatin’ man! Her plan of goin’ slow was frustratin’ her all to hell.

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Jayne was goin’ crazy with Kaylee so close to him. The space under the engine was a tight fit when it was just him, with her there they were really scrunched up. Hips and shoulders touched, her hair got in his eyes and her feet kept nudging his. Every time she reached across him to point out somethin’ he missed, her breast would rub against his side.

The next time she reached over he weren’t expectin’ it and he jerked his arm in surprise catchin’ his knuckles on the sharp engine.

“Gorram it,” Jayne pulled himself out from beneath the engine knuckles drippin’ blood everywhere.

“Here, let me look.” Kaylee took his hand as she picked up the first aid kit, shakin’ her head at him when he started backin’ away.

“Don’t be a baby.” She started cleaning the cut with a wet swab.

Jayne watched the top of her head as she concentrated on his hand. It weren’t the pain that was buggin’ him; it was Kaylee’s intoxicatin’ touch. He kept imaginin’ her clever little hands all over his body, not just on his hand.