Powerful Weapons, Sexy Machines, by Jayne Leitch (PG)

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Fandom: FIREFLY
Pairing: Jayne/Kaylee (of a sort)
Author on LJ: serrico
Author’s Website: The Fanfiction of Jayne Leitch
Why this must be read:

Kaylee and Jayne is another relationship I don’t often find explored in fanfic. This fic takes up Jayne’s reputation, Kaylee’s issues, post-War Stories, and adds in a dash of angst with a fine heaping of humour. I adored Jayne in this fic, though I don’t often gravitate towards stories featuring him.

"Okay now," he said, very slowly, raising his hands in as non-threatening a pose as he could manage while he turned back to face his guest. A trickle of apple juice ran down the blade of his knife and onto his fingers, but he ignored it. "You wanna tell me just what the ruttin' hell you think you're doin' in my bunk? With my gun?"

"Why? Don't you like it?" The smile got wider, and Kaylee cocked her head to the side, letting her hair fall half-over her face. "Girl in your bed, holdin' your big, powerful weapon...I'd have thought you'd be happy to come home to that."

Jayne let out a disbelieving snort. Right now, he was just happy she was dressed. Although...squinting past the gun, he could see that she was wearing a short skirt and some kind of top that did real interesting things with her...girl parts. It didn't look bad--not bad at all, come to that, and why did she cover herself up all the time, anyhow? 'Cause this was about as far from her usual, shapeless overalls as that frilly pink thing Mal'd bought her for the ball a while back, and yeh soo ta ma duh, Mal... "D'you have any gorram idea what the captain'll do to me if he finds you in here?"

Kaylee crinkled her nose. "Why would you get in trouble? I broke into your bunk."

"So? The captain still won't like it. He's got...views. On girls. And me." The apple juice was collecting under his grip, making the hilt of his knife sticky. And he'd just cleaned it, too. "Jesus, Kaylee, you've got views on me. What're you doin' here?"

Finally dropping that eerie-ass smile, Kaylee rolled her eyes. "Come on, you whoo dahn ox, what does it look like I'm doing?" And without shifting her grip on Vera even an inch, she slid off the bed and slunk right up to him--or as close as she could get without lowering the gun, anyway. Jayne noticed she wasn't wearing shoes, which meant that the top of her head was several inches below his shoulder--but Vera's quiet, high-powered whine as Kaylee prodded his chest with the end of the barrel kept him stock-still. "I'm tryin' to seduce you. Didn't think it'd be quite this hard, to tell the truth."

Powerful Weapons, Sexy Machines