Okay, be warned people, there is nothing here resembling a story. This was written for a friend who so very politely requested some Jayne/Kaylee D/s smut.

Viola.

If this isn't your thing, turn back now.

Title : Walls.

Author: Smutty McSmutty Pornington.

Rating: NC-17 and then some. I'm warning you now.

Disclaimer: The Special Hell, I sure do hope it's comfy. By the way, I don't own these characters, in fact, I didn't even write this fic, nope, it was written by some dwarves in Tibet who stole my password and hacked into my account.

Yes, that's it.

Comments: If you haven't turned back now, I guess the only thing to do is keep reading (and don't hurt me).

***

WALLS

Kaylee can't keep her hands still. They're actually shaking. She mumbles a dozen or so curses under her breath as she carries the tool box down towards the cargo bay. Might as well check the mule release mechanism now that everyone else is off the ship.

Everyone.

Five hours they've been gone. Five gorram hours since Mal gave them all eight. She's shifted from excitement and relief straight through frustration, anger, boredom and spite. If wishes were horses she sure as hell knows one man who'd be trampled to a bloody pulp by now.

At first, she waited. Then, figuring that a watched pot never boils... and, oh, how desperately she's been needing to boil lately... she'd gone to do the actual checking of the actual engine that she'd actually told Mal needed to be done.

There were only so many times to tighten the bolts of her baby, oil her parts and keep her running smooth. If she'd known she was really going to be left alone, Kaylee wouldn't have volunteered to stay behind. Not on her nelly, she had plenty of things she could be doing planet side. Plenty of things to stop her going stir crazy.

She could be looking through a junkyard and, oh, the parts she could have seen. Strolling through the market, even if she couldn't buy anything, and ogling all th