Slim as Dimes, Part 6
Thursday, October 20, 2005

Oh, the things you hear in a cracked spaceship…I’m going back to my first love, Jayne/Kaylee, with a smattering of Simon for good luck.


Slim as Dimes, Part 3 By belasera NC-17…ish

Oh, the things you hear in a cracked spaceship…I’m going back to my first love, Jayne/Kaylee, with a smattering of Simon for good luck. Spoilers for the BDM!

A vague disclaimer is nobody’s friend. All recognizable characters belong not to me, but to Joss Whedon and the darlings over at Universal. No money made, no harm meant. ........................................... He meant it, no two ways about it. And she meant to be free, if’n she decided to leave her lock off she meant to do with as little hurt as she could to them that didn’t earn it. It wasn’t easy, to be endin’ it, to look on Simon as he nodded and sighed. Sparked a bit of anger, way he took it so calm like nothin’ he could do about it. But he was right not to fight her even if she wished he would. Nothin’ would change them, make them somethin’ to be fightin’ for. She thought to tell him, not everything, but just enough that if he found out he could understand. Wasn’t that she was leavin’ him for Jayne, not a thing like it, was just that she was leavin’ and Jayne was…there, Jayne was comin’ no matter what. But there wasn’t words enough in English or Mandarin to explain the whys of that. Walkin’ away from Simon was like comin’ down with fever real fast, left her unsteady and fitful, and she knew she’d have to lock her door, though Jayne might not understand. She could whisper him a reason and curl up tight, take a goramn minute to grieve before….before him. She didn’t have to, Cap’n took him and River on the shuttle headin’ to a job, left Zoe in charge, said they’d be back in three days. Kaylee heard them from her hideout in the engine room, Jayne and River bickering in their odd manner as Mal hollered for them to get their butts on board if they was wantin’ to eat this week. They were an odd group left behind, Zoe, Inara, Simon and Kaylee. Quiet, but peacefully so. Bein’ around Simon without Jayne near was a kindness, let her ease into the start of a new friendship with him. Slow, to be sure, slow and uncertain but it looked to be there. She even spent a night with Zoe on the bridge, drinkin’ the freshest wine Serenity had to offer and laughing ‘bout old stories, when they was all together. They was late comin back, but not for nothin’ worrisome. Kaylee was there when Zoe got the wave, Cap’n lookin’ tetched but healthy when he said, “Jobs gone a mite wooly,” Glared behind him at River and Jayne when they started laughin’ at the same time, River so hard she had to lean against Jayne, Jayne stuffin’ his fist in his mouth to stop. “And we’ll be a bit late….nothin’ to worry about, the giggle twins will be happy to tell you all manner of stories about it when we get back. Shut it, you two!” Zoe kept a straight face as she killed the wave, but Kaylee couldn’t help but to grin. Was the sight of Jayne had caused it, thought of hearing the story from him, two of them laughin’ together like he’d done with River. Made her happy in a way she hadn’t felt in months, sort of happy didn’t end with your face but went all through you, down to your toes. Happy hadn’t worn off when she heard them come home in the wee hours of the morning, heard Zoe and Mal heading to the bridge, heard Jayne drop into his bunk. She barely breathed, just lay and listen as he moved about, stowed his guns before going to his sink to clean up, maybe shave the stubble she’d seen in the wave. Words tumbled out of her, clear as bells. “Don’t shave. I like it when you’re scruffy.” Just a beat and he answered. “Your door locked?” It wasn’t and she gulped. “Find out.” He was quick, too quick, she heard him go up his ladder and she thought for a moment to lock her door, after all. She was next to her ladder with her hand hovering over the lock a minute too late, and the sight of his bare foot on her top rung made her glad of her slowness. He dropped down, bare all over but for a pair of low slung cargo pants, and Kaylee blushed when he took in her own self, in a t-shirt that hid near nothin’. For a full minute they just…stared. And then he moved, pressed her back up against her ladder, her fingers already tugging at his zipper as he pushed her t-shirt up and off, their thighs bumping until he picked her up, let her wrap both legs around his waist and stopped. They were quiet like they’d never been, didn’t say a word, didn’t even touch more than was needed to keep them pinned to each other, didn’t kiss or nuzzle, just panted low until Kaylee gasped at him. “Jayne, I need you to be…” But he was, her plea ended in a dark groan to match his as he pushed into her, all the force of his body in that one desperate plunge. Kaylee had one hand on her ladder and one over his shoulder as he thrust into her, two of them barely touching each other, just staring hard, eyes staying open even as Kaylee’s orgasm flung her brain like a catapult. Jayne followed right after, with sharp gasps sounded like they was yanked out of him. Kaylee threw her head back, grinned ‘cause she knew it would be that way, knew without knowin’ that he’d have that sort of control, be the sort of man to always follow her, not the other way ‘round. He wrapped his arms around her then, pulled her close to him and staggered them to the bed, dropped onto it so she was in his lap, her legs wrapped around him still, his cock still hot inside her, makin’ him hiss as they settled down. She let her body fall into him, felt his hands roaming over her back and down across her ass, cupping it with a small squeeze before they roamed back up, around to her breasts and across the tops of her thighs. She realized hers were little travelers themselves, she traced his biceps, his back, his chest, his belly and even his knees playfully before lookin’ up to his face. He was waiting for her there, his eyes all over her as he grasped her chin, pulled her like gravity to his lips and kissed like every kiss should be. All trembles and push, his tongue pouring over her as she gave back what she got, tasted cigars and…chocolate, wondered where he stashed it and then wondered not a thing as he rolled her onto her back, leaving her brain three feet above when it didn’t follow. He was hard inside her again and she moaned like whores must, like nobody cared how it sounded, twisted her hips up for more but he surprised her, pulled out with a gasp and looked down on her. Shook his head. She gaped at him, moved to get up on her elbows and maybe beat on him a bit, bit he just grinned like wicked knives and pushed her down, the weight of his body full on her so that she thought she might drown in it. Tickled her face with his scruff as he whispered in her ear. “Nunh unh.” She squirmed against him. “Don’t be ornery, Jayne.” He laughed. “Ain’t ornery, just that I reckon you owe me hours of foreplay.” His voice was a threat that she was learning to take seriously and the knowing made her gasp a bit. “Yeah, might even take days. Hell, they may come lookin for us in a week or two, but I ain’t leavin’ this bunk until you’ve made every little sound I’ve ever heard out of ya.” She laughed softly into his mouth as he leaned down to kiss her again, his hand slipping down her body. “Every sound?” “Uh huh. Twice.”

.......................................... fini


Thursday, October 20, 2005 5:50 PM


Awww, poor Simon. He's been kicked so many times he won't even fight for his woman anymore.

Oh well. On with the porn!

Thursday, October 20, 2005 5:53 PM



You know, I reread the whole damn thing. And it was excellent. Drool worthy. Hot.

I know you said finished, but I can't help but want more. To see how it all goes down when it stops being physical and emotions start to develop.

I'm a greedy lil' wench.

Thursday, October 20, 2005 7:22 PM


I second Rinny.

This is the kind of quick, fast, fic up against a wall that leaves you wanting more.

And then some.

Very, very satisfying. Jayne, Kaylee, NC-17, what more can a girl ask for?

Friday, October 21, 2005 4:47 AM


That was really fun to read, thanks. You write beautifully. Personally, I like that you ended it
where you did and don't think there should be
more--but I see that's not the popular sentiment!

Friday, October 21, 2005 6:30 AM


i'm with jayne, you owe me weeks of foreplay!!!

*hint* write more!!

Friday, October 21, 2005 2:41 PM


Please, please, write more! This was a great story, and I would love to see what happens between them next.

Saturday, October 22, 2005 2:29 AM


Loved the whole series. Great stuff, I keep re-reading it!


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