Disclaimer: Not mine, no pay.

Pairing: Duh, it’s me, folks. Jaylee, of course.

Setting: A one-off fluffy ficlet, not part of my long, sequential series of Jaylee stories. Something to tide you over while I work on “Leaps of Faith.” This assumes nothing about the nature of Jayne and Kaylee’s relationship. Blame it on Kaylee – girl’s stubborn. Darn lil’ story was stubborn, too, and insisted on being written.

Rating: A very suggestive PG15, depending on how smutty your mind is.

Feedback: Please, pretty please?

Stubborn

“Kaylee, are ya really sure ya wanna be doin’ this?” The big man slides his arm around her waist, braces his hip hard against hers. He looks awful uncertain.

“Yeah, I’m sure. I done thought ‘bout it a lot and I wanna…” Her speech is husky and slurred.

“But sugar, “ he patiently explains to her as he tries to steady them both, “once we do this, there ain’t no goin’ back.”

“I ain’t no idget. I’m a… a grown up girl an… I know… wha’ I wanna do and… I wan’ ya ta do it… with me.” She brings her arm up under his, hooks a hand over his shoulder and grins up at him with those wide chocolate eyes.

“Gorrammit, Jayne Cobb, you quit puttin’ me off. I know… gzactly what I’m doin’ and I wanna do it.” She grabs his t-shirt in both hands and pulls him down so their faces are closer.

“Aw, Kaylee, why do ya go gittin’ these ideas in yer lil’ head? I’m doin’ my damndest to behave m’self and tryin’ to help you behave, too.” It’s takin both his hands and a good deal of his strength to hang on to her, especially the way she’s leanin’ all over him.

“Are ya gonna do it with me or ain’t ya?” She’s defiant and determined.

“Jesus, Kaylee, Mal’s gonna kill me. Don’t you know that?”

“Don’ care… come on. You promised…” Now she’s doin’ her best to drag him along, one thing on her mind.

“That’s was ‘for I knowed ya was serious. ‘Sides, yer drunk an ya ain’t got no business makin’ this kinda decision when ya ain’t sober. What happens if ya wak