“Sounds like an old west tale,” she smiled. He looked down at her, serious.
“It was,” he nodded. “In the end, he got the girl,” he smiled. “But only after a bit o’ shootin’ and what not. Killed his evil relative, and made peace with his mother’s aunt. Lived happily ever after, in fact,” he smiled.
“Well, I can do with some o’ that,” Kaylee murmured. “Fact is, there’s somethin’ else I can do with a bit of, right now,” she breathed huskily into his ear. Jayne grinned at her.
“Reckon we can make do with that,” he told her, pulling her to her feet. “Only not here. Mal’d be like to strain somethin’,” he joked, and Kaylee giggled, allowing him to pull her upright.
“Your bunk or mine, big boy?” she asked coyly, batting her eyes theatrically.
“Your choice, ai ren.”
-- Archangel – Chapter Twenty Five by badkarma00