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Simon Bent Kaylee Over (Flan B fanfic challenge)
Wednesday, January 3, 2007

At Flan B in California, BigBadJayne wrote four words on a scrap of paper. He gave the words as a fanfic challenge to 5 browncoat writers at the table where we sat. 2 Jaylee and 3 Silee writers were invited to scribble away at a ficlet that followed those words. Leiasky has done hers. Kaynara too. This is my contribution. Hope it works okay for those who read. Let me know what you think and I'll be thankful for whatever you say, approving or not.


CATEGORY: FICTION    TIMES READ: 2321    RATING: 8    SERIES: FIREFLY

Before we get to the fic, I've a few words to say to AComfortableNumb and EngineAngel for the beauteous beta work. I was ready to deposit this whole thing into the rubbish bin until ACN gave me hope by erasing a rampant plot twist that didn't belong, and by bringing humor in. Engie is, as always, dear friend and mei mei, and her encouragement kept me going.

'ACN's fic'

'Engie's fic'

Here's the story:

Simon bent Kaylee over Jayne's lap at the dinner table, the doctor's slim-fingered hand skating lightly over her fabric covered hip. No licentiousness was involved, Simon's touch was applied to an angry swelling under the material.

Nobody knew how or why the girl had taken an injury. What they DID know was that she was sensitive about it, wouldn't allow an examination even after Simon pressed her about it when Inara had reported having seen the little mechanic limping along toward her quarters the day before. Now Kaylee was insensible from the pop the doctor had administered to her bare upper arm seconds before. Nervous and guilty at doping the lovely girl without her consent, even though he well knew the medical reason for it, he held his hand lightly, waiting to see if she would wake.

She didn't.

Her head dangled at the level of Jayne's shin where he sat in the dinner table chair. The impromptu exam table looked down to his left to Kaylee's grimy sleep-curled little hand that hung near his ankle, seeming ready to grasp him. He sucked in air of a sudden, shifted his seating a bit for the pleasure of feeling her breasts rustle against the outside of his muscled thigh.

˜Yesu, doc, take all the time ya need," his heated thoughts ran along those lines as his body felt the lines of her own strung out and unconscious in his lap. The shaft between his legs fought for air, for notice as the pleasurable torture of Kaylee's curves laid out atop him continued.

"The coveralls will have to come down, of course."

"Huh?"

Simon ignored Jayne's one word question, un-tied the loosely knotted arms of the garment tied like a belt around her hips and tugged it below one side of her bottom.

Jayne swallowed nervously, his adam's apple sliding down with the olive green material that slid by way of Simon's hand along her flank. The big man was rapt with wonder at the vision of hills and valley just a dozen inches from his mouth. 'Lord love a duck, but I'd love to get closer to that.' He swallowed again, as if he could taste her. Wondered silently if Simon might could be convinced to go away for a few minutes.

She wore white cotton nothings underneath, Jayne thought they were called "French cut", the kind that sat high up on smooth white thighs. Yeah, them's the ones. He swallowed and swiped with the back of one hand at beaded sweat that erupted on his upper lip. He shifted in the chair again.

Simon was oblivious to everything but the angry red bump the size of an apple on Kaylee's hip. Heat radiated off of it and a pustule pulsed in the center. "Wuo de ma, doc, what the hell is that?," Jayne exclaimed, his upper body retreating then slowly leaning in to get a better look at the injury.

Jayne had seen her frame in full light before, but only in his dreams. In his eyes right now the disfiguring bulge didn't hurt the beauty of the girl's bare lower back and barely clothed posterior cushioned pertly on his thighs. He cleared his throat and leaned forward, the better to see what the doc was looking at.

Tilting his head to the side, Simon took a small maglite from a shirt pocket and freed his hands by clenching the tip between his teeth, aiming at the odd protuberance. He applied strong fingertips to the edges of the thing, probing the base, then up toward the middle, watching Kaylee for signs that the pain was so great as to wake her from sedative slumber.

Nothing. At least not from Kaylee.

The thing on her hip, however, swelled and pulsed with feverish notions. Simon continued to probe, and decided it best if he lance the wound first to see if the color of the liquid expelled would indicate any serious infection.

"Jayne, hold her here, I need to go retrieve my med kit so I can lance this before she wakes."

Jayne nodded, and watched the doctor turn to leave. As soon as Simon left vacated the room, Jayne's attention was immediately drawn back to Kaylee's exposed backside. He stretched out one hand, wrist bent backward, knuckles cracking loud in the quiet room. Reaching toward nirvana, he risked going to the special hell, one calloused finger slipping under the waistband of the white cotton.

Still breathing, not hellbound yet, Jayne was encouraged to slide the whole of his large hand inside Kaylee's panties, his palm cupping her, rubbing, fingers kneading her plump bum, a deep rumbling groan issuing forth from his chest. His head fell back, currents of pleasure shining up from what his hand held, travelling all up his arm to his seizing brain, down to his cock where it rode high and tight in his pants.

He ran his other hand beneath the woman's middle to shift himself as best he could, thumb and forefinger gripping the tip through coarse denim, swallowing back a louder groan, his organ strained, his body strained, his mind strained and as a bead of moisture colored the pants a shade darker, Kaylee's hand caressed his ankle.

Jayne's head whipped down and to the side, his breath drawn inward like air through the engines at the feel of kaylee's semi-conscious hand on his skin. Her head continued to loll senseless though, seemed her hand was all that held a will to move. He stopped the motion inside her panties, hand raised a little above her pearly skin, stretching the material upward but not touching her bottom.

Her hand fell away and Jayne sighed, resumed his hand's explorations.

Sliding his fingers, middle finger at the cleft of her buttocks, he ran it down, down, touched crisply curling hair and wetness. Traced a circle around the opening of her womanhood, stopped guiltily.

"Ain't gonna rape her," he muttered, but gods knew he hadn't the will to not touch what he'd been wantin' to do more than look at ever since Simon laid the lass on his lap. Extracting his hand from inside her clothing, Jayne touched his index finger to his lips and tasted Kaylee.

As Simon reentered the dining room, Jayne quickly applied his hand back towards him and adjusted Kaylee's dangling coveralls, as the blood that had been routed into his lap rushed back up to his face, red with embarrassment.

"Didn't seem right, her all exposed like that, I was just tryin' to cover her up a bit," Jayne explained, the redness in his cheeks growing.

"Jayne with honorable intentions..." Simon raised a perfect eyebrow. "Right. Makes me wonder what possessed me to leave you with her in a state of undress. Look, just hold her while I see if I can drain this, and we'll have her back upright in no time." Bending down, the doctor carefully placed his thumb and forefinger around the protrusion, and with his other hand raised the needle, gently inserting it into the center of the wound.

Kaylee's body flinched slightly in Jayne's lap, causing the big merc to wince as his own protrusion was wrenched slightly by her sternum.

Simon looked up at Jayne, "You have to hold her quite still, I need to draw the liquid out."

Jayne obliged, tracing his tongue along his lips, re-tasting the woman's body there. Keeping the rest of him steady, he wrenched his strong neck to the side, audibly popping the vertebrae, releasing some tension he planned on liberating further once in his bunk.

"You about done there, doc?," he grated out, brow furrowed, body below unfurled and ready.

"Just...about....THERE!," and Simon drew back the syringe with a flourish. Applying a sterile alcohol soaked cotton ball, he swiped at the now empty almost flat place on Kaylee's hip. Ending with a thinskin bandage pressed down gently, he and Jayne worked in concert to get her clothing adjusted right as rain and Jayne began the process of lifting her for a ride in his arms to the medlab till she recovered consciousness.

Jayne stopped in the act of rising to his feet, his arms full of Kaylee. The reason had to do with fully risen interest that had bloomed during her tenure on his lap. "Awww, stuff it," he growled, reaching down to roll her off his lap into one waiting arm at her shoulders, the other sliding beneath her knees. She laid like a baby in his grasp and he eased the arm at her shoulders so as to catch the back of her neck, making her head lay more comfortably there.

The big man and his arms' small passenger made their way to the doctor's domain, Jayne placing the non-burden carefully on the table, lifting her arm back to lay beside her as Simon covered Kaylee with a light sheet.

"We done here, Doc?"

Simon didn't answer, having already turned back toward the counter and his experimental treatments for River's continued healing.

Jayne slunk away toward where Vera slept, shifting his body's weapon tenting the front of his khaki's as he walked hurriedly, nearly bow-legged. Swiftly into his bed, he tore open the front of his pants, mind and body intent on getting a grip on himself while the taste, smell, feel of Kaylee was fresh and new.

He'd been through a lot; had done his good works for the day, and it had worked him up something fierce. His hand pistoned up and down, organ pulsing, pounding, blood pounding in his head in time with his strong heartbeat. Jayne's shaft stiffened, hardened, steel sheathed in suede, his balls tightened unbearably in the sack beneath.

This wouldn't take long. Couldn't. Not with the fuel of his senses so recently full of Kaylee-live, Kaylee-real, Kaylee-for-true.

He arched back hard in his bunk, booted heels digging into the thin mattress, both hands full, fingers of the lower hand tickling his balls, longest finger creeping back to stroke, oh-just a little at the opening back there.

And he came.

Gods, he came, the milk jetting from him in streamers of hot wet thick cum that fled his body like ammunition from his best gun. The man's hands slowed, thumb rose to the crown of him, wiped lazily at the last of the fluid, smile on his face as he ran his hand up further, rubbed the hot wetness into the skin of his chest.

He slept like that, legs bent at the knees, spread wide, pants open, shaft and sack cupped in one big hand. As he drifted off, he re-lived the last hour of goodness. His mind gave him Simon bending Kaylee over Jayne's lap.

End.

COMMENTS

Wednesday, January 3, 2007 7:00 PM

LEIASKY


I hesitated to read this simply because I just can't stand j/K fics, but because its you, and you know I love you to pieces, I decided to read it.

And JUST for the maglite that Simon pulls out of his pocket this gets a 10. And really, only those of us that were privy to that special joke-telling will really get it, but OMG, Washie, I laughed myself nearly into a coma when he pulled it out!

Nicely done with the challenge too!

But god I'm still giggling over the maglite!

Wednesday, January 3, 2007 7:04 PM

KAYNARA


maglite. oh my god. bwahahaha, you're pure evil! In the best possible way.

'Lord love a duck, but I'd love to get closer to that.'
--such a Jayne expression!

"He'd been through a lot; had done his good works for the day, and it had worked him up something fierce."
--gotta love Jayne being noble!

Oh, this was very...whoa. And hot. Good job with the prompt, darlin'. :)

Wednesday, January 3, 2007 7:27 PM

ACOMFORTABLENUMB


You have no idea how wonderful it is to see a new post from you. Thirsty, I was, and you quenched it with this wonderful little oneshot. I'm actually very honored that you'd actually ask me for my opinion on the plot, really, thank you, but this was completely Washie wonderful and I'm just so glad to read something over yours again here.

On to the fic.....

Nobody knew how or why the girl had taken an injury. *Way to set this story up, short and to the point, you didn't waste words on trying to explain how she got injured, she just is that's all that mattered.

The impromptu exam table looked down to his left to Kaylee's grimy sleep-curled little hand that hung near his ankle, seeming ready to grasp him.*Your describing Jayne as an impromptu exam table is just fabulous and only goes to show the depth of your ability to paint a scene, and her hand hanging near his ankle just adds to the description as if her hand were hanging down around the table leg of the exam table. *smiling*

"The coveralls will have to come down, of course." *uh...well yeah, of course they do....

Jayne thought they were called "French cut" *yeah..that is the total Jayne there, goin' off and thinkin' again. I love how you write him.

Jayne had seen her frame in full light before, but only in his dreams.*uh huh....that'd be our Jayne too.

Tilting his head to the side, Simon took a small maglite from a shirt pocket and freed his hands by clenching the tip between his teeth, aiming at the odd protuberance. *Great description here, impromptu exam table, AND now an impromptu exam light...and poor Jayne right now, while Simon is busy inspecting, all he can do is sit there and play the part of an inanimate object, at least as best he can *winks*

Jayne nodded, and watched the doctor turn to leave. *okay...not so inanimate...lol

Reaching toward nirvana, he risked going to the special hell, one calloused finger slipping under the waistband of the white cotton. *Going to the special hell..LOL...I can just see the conflict in Jaynes head, well, maybe not so much a conflict of morals, rather a conflict of how much to play doctor before the real doctor came back. *smiling big at that one*

his mind strained and as a bead of moisture colored the pants a shade darker *good image...poor Jayne, would love to see how he explains that one.

Lemme just say, right here...the sexin' of poor lifeless Kaylee at the hands of Jayne...makes me want to punch him in the nose, so I can take his place...did I just say that?

As Simon reentered the dining room, Jayne quickly applied his hand back towards him and adjusted Kaylee's dangling coveralls, as the blood that had been routed into his lap rushed back up to his face, red with embarrassment. *ROFLMRAO....That is HI-larious, Jayne gettin' caught with his hands in the cookie jar, or fruit basket, or well, you get what I mean.

And then this...."Didn't seem right, her all exposed like that, I was just tryin' to cover her up a bit," *Yeah....and since you write Jayne so well it was so easy to see him fumble through this, infront Simon.

"Jayne with honorable intentions..." Simon raised a perfect eyebrow. "Right. Makes me wonder what possessed me to leave you with her in a state of undress...*Absolutly perfect Simon wit right there, not many people would be able to catch his little dig.

"We done here, Doc?" *Uh...yeah, you can go now big boy.

Swiftly into his bed, he tore open the front of his pants, mind and body intent on getting a grip on himself while the taste, smell, feel of Kaylee was fresh and new. *And he heads to his room...and...he would be swift about it.

And this...to end, if there's a man out there who has any mis-understandings or questions bout' the how in Jayne's hands, well let me just say this...Washie, you could write an instruction manual. *grins..just a little*

Loved this, want more. Please?


Thursday, January 4, 2007 4:30 AM

VERASAMUELS


Damn, that was hot <phew>. I wonder if Kaylee will have any interesting dreams <BEG>?


Vera

Thursday, January 4, 2007 9:35 AM

LEIGHKOHL


Maglite....can't get over the maglite!!!! Dying of laughter!
Though I am not a Jayne fan, I have to say, at least he was "noble", but not in the strictest sense! Nice work with the prompt!

Thursday, January 4, 2007 4:23 PM

ENGINEANGEL


licentiousness - good word!!!

I really like how you put the "She didn't." at the beginning as its own paragraph. Tis good.

"Jayne swallowed nervously, his adam's apple sliding down with the olive green material that slid by way of Simon's hand along her flank." ----- love this line, the adam's apple sliding down with the coveralls, very good wording and imagery.

great descriptions, truly you are the queen of wording!

*insert wolf whistle here* dayum! lol

"Jayne's head whipped down and to the side, his breath drawn inward like air through the engines at the feel of kaylee's semi-conscious hand on his skin." ----- I love how put in "air through the engines" as Kaylee causes air to go through the engines as well!

"as the blood that had been routed into his lap rushed back up to his face, red with embarrassment." ----- nice description, very nice wording yet again!!!

""Didn't seem right, her all exposed like that, I was just tryin' to cover her up a bit," Jayne explained, the redness in his cheeks growing." ----- lol, yeah, nice try jayne. it was a good attempt at a coverup lol.

"Jayne slunk away toward where Vera slept, shifting his body's weapon tenting the front of his khaki's as he walked hurriedly" -----good good line, the comparison of vera and jayne's...um...weapon *grins*

"Gods, he came, the milk jetting from him in streamers of hot wet thick cum that fled his body like ammunition from his best gun. " ----- DAYUM what a line!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! damn damn damn damn damn!

ok.....DAMN, mei mei, this has to be my favorite story from you...and that's saying something, due to how amazing your others are! oh so hot...love how you took the prompt and went with it your own way, pure genius, genius.

ok, now i've read the comments...what's this joke bout the maglite???

Thursday, January 4, 2007 4:46 PM

ITSAWASH


Engie's asked, and others might wonder, so I'm hereby giving all and sundry the story of the maglite. Gird your loins, youngsters: A lovely young man at Flan B 2006 in California, friend of a Silee writer, said he was so disappointed by Flan being (almost) canceled that he planned on stripping nekkid, shoving a maglite up his bum and running through the Hilton hotel lobby shouting, "I'm a Firefly! I'm a Firefly!" He said afterward he would drop to his knees and yell, "Serenity NOW!" There you have it. From his mouth to your ears. Since this was a Flan B fanfic challenge and one of our writer's good friends gave that vivid image, I added a maglite to my fic, in his honor. :0) God, I do love Browncoats, don't you?

Thursday, January 4, 2007 4:48 PM

ENGINEANGEL


HAHAHHAHAHA!!!!! OMG, i wanna meet that guy! lol

Thursday, January 4, 2007 7:54 PM

TAMSIBLING


You write Jayne with the love and adoration of a true fan - that is a talent.

And of course, having been privy to the inception of the "maglite" story - I laughed so hard, I cried as soon as I read it!

Friday, January 5, 2007 11:12 AM

MAL4PREZ


Just getting to this now...

All I have to say is... I'M A FIREFLY I'M A FIREFLY!!

You're too clever Washie!

Friday, January 5, 2007 3:09 PM

BIGBADJAYNE


Washie, I gorram love you to pieces!
this is classic Jayne at his best (or should I say worst) to take advantage of poor lil Kaylee in the style that you excel at, which is to say filthy and completely hysterical at the same time....Leiasky warned me I'd need a cold shower after this...so "I'll be in my bunk" LMAO!
Cheers to you again! Excellent!!!

Saturday, January 6, 2007 11:02 AM

BLUEEYEDBRIGADIER


Damn...this was just too hot and hilarious for words, Washie! I mean it...the amount of smuttiness and sexual innuendo found here would keep Jaylee shippers happy for a quite a while ;D

BEB

Saturday, January 6, 2007 11:03 AM

BLUEEYEDBRIGADIER


And oh yeah...I totally was like "what's the freaking joke about the MagLite?" The explanation certainly goes farther than I imagined it would;D

BEB

Tuesday, January 9, 2007 3:41 AM

CANTONHEROINE


As a Jaylee shipper I am officially offended by this fic.


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