Merc versus Mechanic
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bookaddict43Title: Merc versus Mechanic
Author: Bookaddict
Characters: Jayne/Kaylee
Rating: PG13 for sexual situations. It's Jayne & Kaylee after all...
Disclaimer: Firefly and all its characters are the property of Joss Whedon
Comments: a slightly late entry for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fireflyholidays ficathon. Prompt: Birthday suit. Thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ladytalon1 for all her suggestions, she comes up with the best ideas…
“Jayne!” Kaylee’s voice echoed in the cargo bay.
“Ta ma de! Gotta go Captain,” Jayne left without another word and hastened up the stairs just as the mechanic appeared in the doorway.
“Captain have ya seen Jayne?” she asked.
“He left awhile back,” Mal replied trying, with difficulty to keep a straight face. The whole crew was enjoying the recent Kaylee and Jayne show.
“So who do you think’s going to give in first?” Wash asked as Kaylee headed off in the completely wrong direction.
“I’m betting on Jayne.”
“Why sir?”
“Kaylee’s got wiles,” the Captain replied, “and knows how to use them. Jayne won’t know what’s hit him.”
**************
“What’s this?” Jayne frowned at the breakfast set down in front of him and surveyed the other crew’s food. “How come I didn’t get pancakes?”
Kaylee frowned back and didn’t answer directly. Picking up her chopsticks she hummed a tune under her breath.
“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you…”
River supplied the words happily and Jayne sighed. Kaylee was driving him mad. Maybe he should just give in and tell her his birth date.
Jayne never liked his birthday anyway, folks teased him ‘bout that as much as they did his name. It hadn’t bothered him none when he needed to change the date to hide his identity. He kept changing it, and the name of his home planet and what had started out as a precaution turned into habit, until probably only his Ma and him now knew the actual date of his birthday. So when Kaylee asked about it for some reason, he hadn’t told her. He’d been all kinds of gruff about it and now she never let him alone.
The girl was real determined in her bouncy way and clever too. Not giving him breakfast was the latest way Kaylee tried to bother him into telling her what she wanted. She’d short sheeted his bed, locked him in the engine room; told the whores at Brady’s place some story so none of them would sex him and chased him all over the boat asking questions. It got so that he was looking over his shoulder every minute…
**************
“Kaylee!” Jayne’s bellow could be heard clearly all over the ship. “Kaylee, get down here right now!”
“What did you do this time?” Wash was amazed at the girl’s bravery.
“I just gave him my shampoo and soap is all.”
“One of those girly smelling things?” the pilot was horrified. “For Jayne???”
“It’s only lavender, it ain’t that bad.”
“It’s not manly,” Wash noted her mischievous grin with trepidation. “What else did you do?”
Kaylee shrugged. “I mighta forgotten to leave any towels in there.”
“You might…” Wash goggled at her but didn’t get any further as a loud, very angry mercenary invaded the bridge. “Jayne what the..?”
Jayne was wearing a ‘barely there’ flowered robe. It reached just to the bottom of his ass cheeks and definitely didn’t cover his chest. Wash closed his eyes to avoid seeing anything that could blind him, and stumbled from the bridge.
“Where’s the slippers?” he heard the soon-to-be-dead mechanic ask as he fled.
“Gorramnit Kaylee,” Jayne growled. “They’re about ten sizes too small, you coulda left something bigger.”
“I’ll do better next time,” Kaylee assured him cheekily.
“Alright,” Jayne sighed. “Buddha knows what you’d think up next. I’ll tell you the date ifen I get what I want first.”
“It’s a deal,” Kaylee agreed quickly before he could change his mind. “What do ya want then?”
“No more girly shampoo, breakfast like the others and you - in my bunk. Nekkid,” Jayne watched her deflate with satisfaction. That should fix her There’s no way Kaylee would go for that.
“Ooooh,” Kaylee closed her mouth with a snap and stamped her foot. “Ya just wait Jayne Cobb!”
Jayne chuckled as she whirled and stamped away. There’d be no more questions from her now; he’d scared her off proper.
Much later, as he headed toward his bunk, he was still grinning about his victory. Not that he wouldn’t have minded Kaylee and her birthday suit being in his bunk; thoughts of the sexy mechanic figured plenty in his fantasies. But winning made him feel all manner of accomplished
And there was the girl herself, standing in the middle of the room, nothing covering her ‘cept a big red ribbon tied round her waist.
“Well what are ya staring at?” Kaylee demanded, hands on nekkid hips. “Weren’t ya expecting me?”
“Uh, no?” Jayne croaked.
“I knew it!” she crowed. “Ya thought you’d scared me off.” She shook her head and Jayne’s eyes were drawn to her jiggling breasts. “Ya ain’t gonna win that easily.”
“You’d go this far just to win?”
“Nope,” Kaylee moved forward and rubbed her stomach against his crotch “I’d go this far to win and get sexed. But,” she continued, “I still wanna know when yer birthday is.”
“Why?”
“Just do,” her cunning fingers tugged at his zip.
“February 14th,” Jayne growled and cut off Kaylee’s incipient giggles by lifting her off the ground, tumbling her onto the bed and proceeding to drive any teasing about his birthday right out of her head.
**************
“Jayne,” Kaylee tucked her head into his neck and stroked his chest.
“what?” he eyed her warily. He weren’t used to this talking after sex stuff.
“What kind of party would ya like for yer birthday?”
Author: Bookaddict
Characters: Jayne/Kaylee
Rating: PG13 for sexual situations. It's Jayne & Kaylee after all...
Disclaimer: Firefly and all its characters are the property of Joss Whedon
Comments: a slightly late entry for the
fireflyholidays ficathon. Prompt: Birthday suit. Thanks to ladytalon1 for all her suggestions, she comes up with the best ideas…“Jayne!” Kaylee’s voice echoed in the cargo bay.
“Ta ma de! Gotta go Captain,” Jayne left without another word and hastened up the stairs just as the mechanic appeared in the doorway.
“Captain have ya seen Jayne?” she asked.
“He left awhile back,” Mal replied trying, with difficulty to keep a straight face. The whole crew was enjoying the recent Kaylee and Jayne show.
“So who do you think’s going to give in first?” Wash asked as Kaylee headed off in the completely wrong direction.
“I’m betting on Jayne.”
“Why sir?”
“Kaylee’s got wiles,” the Captain replied, “and knows how to use them. Jayne won’t know what’s hit him.”
**************
“What’s this?” Jayne frowned at the breakfast set down in front of him and surveyed the other crew’s food. “How come I didn’t get pancakes?”
Kaylee frowned back and didn’t answer directly. Picking up her chopsticks she hummed a tune under her breath.
“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you…”
River supplied the words happily and Jayne sighed. Kaylee was driving him mad. Maybe he should just give in and tell her his birth date.
Jayne never liked his birthday anyway, folks teased him ‘bout that as much as they did his name. It hadn’t bothered him none when he needed to change the date to hide his identity. He kept changing it, and the name of his home planet and what had started out as a precaution turned into habit, until probably only his Ma and him now knew the actual date of his birthday. So when Kaylee asked about it for some reason, he hadn’t told her. He’d been all kinds of gruff about it and now she never let him alone.
The girl was real determined in her bouncy way and clever too. Not giving him breakfast was the latest way Kaylee tried to bother him into telling her what she wanted. She’d short sheeted his bed, locked him in the engine room; told the whores at Brady’s place some story so none of them would sex him and chased him all over the boat asking questions. It got so that he was looking over his shoulder every minute…
**************
“Kaylee!” Jayne’s bellow could be heard clearly all over the ship. “Kaylee, get down here right now!”
“What did you do this time?” Wash was amazed at the girl’s bravery.
“I just gave him my shampoo and soap is all.”
“One of those girly smelling things?” the pilot was horrified. “For Jayne???”
“It’s only lavender, it ain’t that bad.”
“It’s not manly,” Wash noted her mischievous grin with trepidation. “What else did you do?”
Kaylee shrugged. “I mighta forgotten to leave any towels in there.”
“You might…” Wash goggled at her but didn’t get any further as a loud, very angry mercenary invaded the bridge. “Jayne what the..?”
Jayne was wearing a ‘barely there’ flowered robe. It reached just to the bottom of his ass cheeks and definitely didn’t cover his chest. Wash closed his eyes to avoid seeing anything that could blind him, and stumbled from the bridge.
“Where’s the slippers?” he heard the soon-to-be-dead mechanic ask as he fled.
“Gorramnit Kaylee,” Jayne growled. “They’re about ten sizes too small, you coulda left something bigger.”
“I’ll do better next time,” Kaylee assured him cheekily.
“Alright,” Jayne sighed. “Buddha knows what you’d think up next. I’ll tell you the date ifen I get what I want first.”
“It’s a deal,” Kaylee agreed quickly before he could change his mind. “What do ya want then?”
“No more girly shampoo, breakfast like the others and you - in my bunk. Nekkid,” Jayne watched her deflate with satisfaction. That should fix her There’s no way Kaylee would go for that.
“Ooooh,” Kaylee closed her mouth with a snap and stamped her foot. “Ya just wait Jayne Cobb!”
Jayne chuckled as she whirled and stamped away. There’d be no more questions from her now; he’d scared her off proper.
Much later, as he headed toward his bunk, he was still grinning about his victory. Not that he wouldn’t have minded Kaylee and her birthday suit being in his bunk; thoughts of the sexy mechanic figured plenty in his fantasies. But winning made him feel all manner of accomplished
And there was the girl herself, standing in the middle of the room, nothing covering her ‘cept a big red ribbon tied round her waist.
“Well what are ya staring at?” Kaylee demanded, hands on nekkid hips. “Weren’t ya expecting me?”
“Uh, no?” Jayne croaked.
“I knew it!” she crowed. “Ya thought you’d scared me off.” She shook her head and Jayne’s eyes were drawn to her jiggling breasts. “Ya ain’t gonna win that easily.”
“You’d go this far just to win?”
“Nope,” Kaylee moved forward and rubbed her stomach against his crotch “I’d go this far to win and get sexed. But,” she continued, “I still wanna know when yer birthday is.”
“Why?”
“Just do,” her cunning fingers tugged at his zip.
“February 14th,” Jayne growled and cut off Kaylee’s incipient giggles by lifting her off the ground, tumbling her onto the bed and proceeding to drive any teasing about his birthday right out of her head.
**************
“Jayne,” Kaylee tucked her head into his neck and stroked his chest.
“what?” he eyed her warily. He weren’t used to this talking after sex stuff.
“What kind of party would ya like for yer birthday?”
