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This is never gonna get old; feels too darn good for that to happen. She ain’t never gonna tire of a prick that’s thicker than her wrist filling her insides up ‘til she’s on the point of fainting and near enough ready to burst.
Hanging on tight to that bracket that’s holding the vent pipe in place, Kaylee hopes they made the fittings on Serenity as sturdy as they made the engine and its housing. She’s been fucked hard enough over that to know it ain’t going nowhere from a little humping. Hell, there’s been a whole lotta humping going on last few months.
“Kaylee, Kaylee,” he murmurs, voice breaking up like the sweat that’s breaking out all over his skin in tiny little droplets. “Kay-leee.”
She’s crying out now. Crying his name over and over as she wraps her legs tight around him, riding on that cock like there’s not gonna be no more of this ever. There will. There always will. Has to be to keep her from going as moonbrained as River.
A hand clamps down over her mouth and she runs the tip of her tongue over the creases and lines in his palm. Then she’s whimpering as the roughness of the hair on his belly grazes over her clit and she’s coming, coming fierce for the second time in ten, every muscle in her body shaking from the aftershocks. He sighs and circles his hips, shifting her upwards then burrowing into her neck and fucking out his pleasure hard and dirty into her, way she likes it.
“Kay-leeee.”
Her name turns into this long drawn out gasp.
She loves that almost as much as she loves the screw.
~~****~~
“Jayne, you okay?” says Kaylee disentangling herself from Simon when she sees Mal and Zoë helping the big man into sickbay.
“Ain’t much,” he says with a scowl. “Just got beat up a little.” He covers the bloody patch on his tee-shirt with a defiant hand. “Don’t wanna be interrupting nothing for a scratch.”
The stubborn idiot turns to leave and Kaylee would be pissed if she didn’t know why he was acting up.
“Some scratch that is,” says Mal pushing him down onto the bed. “Bullet to the shoulder, no exit wound neither.”
Jayne snarls when the doc hits him with a pop in the neck and Kaylee can’t help but smile when the sleep begins to kick in and the big man looks dopily up at her.
“He’s so sweet when he’s like this,” she says “Ain’t no one’d recognise him all smoothed out.”
“Not even his own ma, most probably.” Mal pokes Jayne in the chest just for the heck of it and Zoë swats him away.
“Heard wild bears can be at their most fearsome when they’re like this, Sir. Don’t wanna risk losing an arm.”
“Aw. Don’t be mean.” Kaylee watches intently as Simon cuts away yet another ruined tee-shirt then prepares a tray with all the surgical equipment to remove the bullet.
She lays a hand on Jayne’s good shoulder. Just so he knows he’s not alone.
~~****~~
The bullet hole goes bad and Jayne don’t tell no one until it stops him hefting a rifle. He’s forced to lay up in his bunk until the fever goes away and Simon’s pretty darn excited about taking his place on one of the small smuggling ops they have lined up. Book’s not though, he’s just as calm as they come, and that makes Kaylee wanna know about his past even more’n ever.
“What d’you reckon Shepherd was. Before he was a shepherd, I mean.”
She stops what she’s doing, Jayne’s cock still half inside her, and she’s squeezing at his nipples with fingers and thumbs, smiling at the tortured look on his face.
“Gorramit girl, don’t wanna be talking ‘bout no preacher with you riding me – supposed to be riding me anyways.”
“Gotta take it easy, Doc said.” Kaylee bites at her tongue. She don’t mean to talk about Simon to Jayne. Sometimes it just slips out.
“I ain’t tiring myself none. Just laying here getting frustrated while you’re thinking ‘bout your precious doctor -- and the shepherd too.”
He grins and Kaylee relaxes some. “Book is not my baobei, you big lunk.”
She slaps at the side of Jayne’s head and he makes a grab for her and pulls her closer until their lips make contact.
~~****~~
Serenity’s been running kinda jerky and that ain’t like her. It’s bugging Kaylee bad and next rock with access to some parts--even some junker ones’d do--she’s gonna insist the cap’n gives ‘em enough time so she can give her girl a good clean bill of health. Same as she’s getting right now from the doc. It feels kinda comfy having a medical man examining who knows her from the inside out already.
“Kaylee!”
“What now?” She smiles up at him as she fastens her coveralls, wondering why he’s back doing his famous bug catching impressions. He’s not been like that for a long while now. Not since they finally found the way into each other’s pants without him making her grouchy.
“I –I don’t see this should be a problem.”
“No not if’n we get Serenity docked and fixed up soon as possible it shouldn’t.”
“Kaylee, listen to me. This time you have to think about you. Not the ship. You’re- We’re having a baby.”
“Oh.”
Oh. She’s stuck short of words for longer’n usual. She thinks of her mama’s sister’s house, full of cloth diapers and smelling like it too. Aunt Melissa had ten babies and she may have looked tired, but there was always a smile on her face.
“Oh.”
She thinks of the looks on everyone’s faces when she has to tell ‘em.
“We could get married.” says Simon nervously.
“What for?” She’s curious. You’re supposed to get hitched when you love someone -- the way Zoë and Wash love one another. She and Simon don’t care for each other like that. He’s never once dragged her into bed after something bad’d gone down just to make sure every part of her was okay. Zoë and Wash are love. They’re the ones should be having the baby. Besides, hadn't Simon given her the shot to make sure she didn’t get caught?
He’s running a hand through his hair now and he’s whiter skinned than ever with all this fearfulness spilling out of him.
“Ain’t your problem,” she says. “Honestly.” And really it most probably ain’t.
“It’s not a problem, Kaylee. It’s a baby.”
Simon presses his hand to her stomach and suddenly there’s this look of wonder gets mixed in with the fear on his face. Kaylee can actually feel love pushing its way inside her from his palm that’s resting on the swell of her belly.
“When am I having this little ‘un?” she says, blown away by the mystery of it all. The care that she feels radiating out of him.
“About twenty weeks,” he says with a smile. “We’ve not been paying attention.”
“All that sex we been having s’been distracting,” she says. Lots of sex. More than Simon knows about.
~~****~~
“There’s gonna be nothing left of you soon but scars.”
She’s snuck into Jayne’s bunk intent on telling him the news, but, instead, has ended up on her back with his mouth ghosting over her skin, beard tickling, lips brushing against her breasts.
She traces the newest wound with gentle fingertips making sorry noises when he winces.
“Watch it, girl,” he snaps and she thinks about the little person safe in her belly and tries to picture Jayne as a daddy.
Tracking downwards with his mouth he’s back to being gentle again and all Kaylee’s thinking flies out and up the ladder as his tongue works those little circles between her legs, teasing and not quite nibbling, until- “J-Jayne,” she stammers as he sucks at her clit hard enough to make her see heaven.
It’s same as always and she’s grabbing and pulling and struggling to get his cock inside her body, the panic of not quite coming making her forget to be as careful as she should and he yelps a little as her fingers dig into his wounded shoulder.
With one deep push he’s all the way into her pussy, making her fly as good as Serenity can on the best day. Her hips jerk upwards with a will of their own and as she locks her mouth tight onto his she comes hard, again and again and again until fear that the climax ain’t never gonna stop wells up inside her like tears.
“That’s my girl,” he mumbles as the shaking subsides and they’re left staring at each other, a world full of confusion spreading out in between them. More than Jayne knows about.
“My turn,” he rasps breaking out of that strange eyelock as he pushes her over onto her side and holds her thigh, sliding back in and using her to get his pleasure. Least that’s what Kaylee wants to think. She can’t think anything else. She’s gotta be selfish for the sake of the new little person living inside her.
When a warning siren from the engine room goes off she pulls on her overalls and leaves in a hurry, a sticky trail of Jayne’s come dribbling down her thigh. She ain’t got time to clean up when Serenity needs her. No time for spilling secrets neither, not when the therm resistor is likely to blow any second.
~~****~~
Simon stands up after supper is finished, leaning forward and resting his palms on the wooden table and Kaylee stares at him confused. It’s Jayne’s turn to do the clearing surely. She cooked tonight and when she cooks it’s always Jayne that does dish duty after. Unless they were betting chores on Tall Card again.
“Kaylee and I have some news.”
But Simon don’t play Tall not unless he’s been drinking, and even then not with Jayne there 'cause Simon don’t like Jayne’s tendencies t’ward cheating. He don’t like Jayne’s tendencies, period.
“We’re pregnant.”
Kaylee blinks. Did they talk about telling everyone? She doesn’t think so. There’s this stunned silence and she can’t quite bring herself to look up at their faces. ‘Specially certain ones.
“Gorramit, Simon,” she mutters, her face blushing scarlet all the way up to her hairline.
Mal speaks up first. “Well now, little Kaylee, you still gonna be able to fix my engines?”
“Yes, Cap’n,” she says feeling shyer than she’s ever done in her whole life. There’s this fluttering inside of her and it’s not the first time she’s felt it. She never paid it no mind before, thinking it weren’t nothing other’n trapped gas or nerves, but now she knows what it is she’s real excited. Laying a hand over her belly she sees if she can feel the movement with her fingers but it’s gone all quiet in there, much as it has in the dining room.
Next thing Kaylee knows she’s enfolded inside this big family hug. All of them holding onto her and doing the congratulating. Only it ain’t quite all of them. It must be the happiness of the moment that makes the tears come flooding into her eyes. When she looks up through lights that are all sparkling with little rainbows she’s just in time to see Jayne’s back disappearing through the hatchway.
~~****~~
Jayne Cobb’s been Kaylee’s friend since she first set eyes on him.
He’s been her fuck friend since not long after. They understand each other
and they’re so alike at times it fills her with this ‘at ease’
feeling. They’re not sweeties. They don’t kiss ‘cept when
they’re rutting and they don’t say dumb things neither. Not nice
ones anyhow.
Simple fact is he’s her best friend and she misses him in bed and outside of it.
It ain’t like he’s left the boat or nothing. It ain’t even as if he’s not speaking to her, it’s just he’s not there no more – not the way he used to be. Sometimes she catches him looking at her with sad eyes and that sends her bottom lip all quivery. She ends up biting it hard to make it behave.
Her belly is growing fast now and she leans on the railing and looks at the sonogram picture that Simon gave her yesterday after he used the multi-scan to make sure everything was happening like it should.
“Hello, little person,” she says to the black and white image, waving her fingers at the paper like a crazy girl.
There’s a real live baby growing inside her and it amazes her and Simon both. They share a bunk all the time now and he sleeps with his arm curled over her, protecting his new family the same way he looks after his old one. ‘Cept it most probably ain’t his family to protect.
She’s still thinking about that when there’s a hell of a ruckus starting up from below her in the hold.
“Gorramit, Jayne,” yells Mal as the mule grinds to a halt in the cargo bay. The captain storms over toward the mercenary who’s getting up off the other side of the transporter.
Kaylee looks down from the catwalk, trying not to absorb the bad feeling in the air in case the baby gets upset. Instead she gazes at the hoop and thinks about the fun times they all used to have playing ball.
“Get the hell away from me,” snarls Jayne, pushing at Mal. “I ain’t the one who made dealings with them low down dirty slime. You shoulda known better.”
“And you better learn to keep your big mouth shut else I’ll be shutting it for you permanent.”
“Hey, enough of that. Least it all went off okay in the end.” Zoë’s playing peacemaker and that don’t happen often. “We got the credits and we’re shiny, right?”
Has to be said things ain’t looking too shiny in Serenity right now.
Jayne storms off up the steps and swerves last minute to avoid Kaylee, making sure not to even glance her way and Kaylee can feel her lower lip tremble start up without sight of sad eyes. Things can’t stay as they are, that’s for sure.
Kaylee knows straight off Jayne has gone to ground to lick his wounds, all tucked away safe in his bunk. He’s so predictable, but then again there ain’t too many places you can go on Serenity if’n you’re wanting some peace and quiet.
Kaylee’s not scared when she hammers on the door. Truth is she don’t know what she is. All twisted up inside is the best way of describing it.
“Jayne,” she says loudly, trying to make her voice as insistent as she can without turning shrewish like her mama ended up. “Jayne, I ain’t stopping this knocking ‘til you let me in.”
After another ten minutes of prolonged hammering the hatch door opens.
Kaylee’s finding ladders more and more difficult. Spaceships weren’t designed for girls with bumps sticking out in front of them. Nor fat people neither by that reckoning. She ain’t half gonna be glad when next month is over and little ‘un is here in the ‘verse.
“Jayne,” she says puffing and panting and sitting heavily down on his bed.
“Ain’t nothing needs to be said, girl.” He’s counting rounds of ammo over and over. Least he’s pretending to. Kaylee reckons his plan is to stare at those boxes of shells until she’s given up on him and he’s all alone again.
“Well, I’m gonna talk and you’re gonna gorram listen.” She snatches the ammunition out of his hands and drops it, taking no notice when cartridges spill over the floor.
“Hey!” he snaps bending down to pick up the shells, “Get your hands off of my kit. Do I go messing up all that gou cao de stuff you got in your bunk?”
“Hush up, Jayne,” she says, pushing him until he sits back up. “I never wanted you to hear about the baby like that. I never wanted…” To hurt you.
“Don’t matter. Ain’t nothing to do with me. Is it.”
There’s more of a question in those words than Kaylee can bear to think about. Simon’s her sweetie. Simon loves the baby already, talks to it and snuggles up to her belly kissing it goodnight. Jayne ain’t the daddying kind.
“No it ain’t. Still, don’t mean I wanted you to hear that way.” She’s got tears starting again, welling up in the corners of her eyes. Gorram hormones shouldn’t be allowed, messing her all about like this.
Jayne shoves a surprisingly clean handkerchief at her and she smiles through the misery ‘cause that’s just how they are together. They do what’s needed for each other.
“I made you mad and now you and the cap’n are fighting all the time,” she sniffles, wiping her nose on the handkerchief. “Please don’t get him angry enough to kick you off Serenity. I miss you already. I’d miss you a whole lot more if you was gone for real.”
She never meant to end up bawling her eyes out and hiding her face in his pillow. She never meant to let him turn her around and hold her. She never meant the kissing to start up again but when it does it’s like a dam has burst and all this outpouring of feelings has to go somewhere. She never wants it to stop.
Their kisses have never been the tender kind and today ain’t much of an exception to the rule. Wrapped up in his arms with the baby solid between them she’s lost inside his mouth, sliding her tongue over his and threading her fingers into his short dark hair to hold him in place.
His hands move downwards over her body, finding their way into the pregnancy overalls which ain’t a whole lot different to her normal clothes ‘cept they come in pretty colours. Kaylee loves ‘em and she’s already decided she’s gonna keep on wearing ‘em afterwards.
As Jayne unfastens each clip and pulls the shoulder straps down, Kaylee’s eyes are fixed tight on him, afraid of what’s there but needing to see it anyways. When he lifts her tee-shirt and strokes gentle fingers over the taut skin of her belly it’s like she’s something precious to him and she’s in danger of crying all over again, but then he’s back to being her Jayne, looking up at her with a leer before nuzzling each breast in turn.
“These are shiny,” he says burying his face inside her new improved cleavage.
“Hey, enough already, mister… Oh god.”
Smile gone from his face Jayne licks and nibbles, taking a dark brown nipple into his mouth and sucking hard until she’s squirming. Why can’t Simon do this to her? He treats her like porcelain, especially now she’s pregnant, and she’s beginning to resent him for it. Where’s the passion?
Jayne’s beard tickles her swollen belly and she giggles and lifts up so he can pull off her shoes and overalls and panties. Kissing her bump and trailing his tongue downwards, Jayne follows the faint brown line that points out the way to the fun parts. Not that he needs directions.
Settling himself between her legs he sighs contentedly and gets to work, burying his tongue inside the folds of her pussy and eating her like she’s made out of chocolate. Kaylee rests her hands on his head and closes her eyes, letting the sensations wash over her in waves. Jayne loves going down on her and she more than loves him doing it. Why does everything always have to be so easy with him?
Wrapping her legs around his head, she pushes down hard and brings herself off against his fingers and tongue, finally releasing him once the feelings die down a little.
“Gorramit, girl. One of these days you’re gonna kill me with them thighs of yours.”
“Shut that big mouth and come up here and fuck me,” she says with a good-natured thump to his head.
It takes a while to find a position that works well for both of them. Kaylee ends up seated on Jayne’s lap, her back pressed up against his chest, his arms curving around her belly. She rocks slowly on his cock, her hands splayed out on his thighs as she pushes herself up and down.
“Oh hell, Kaylee girl.” Jayne’s words aren’t particularly special but they’re said in a voice that’s full of wonder. Baby’s having a real wriggle around inside and it’s kicking out against Jayne’s hand. “We ain’t hurting him none, are we?” he adds sounding kinda worried now.
“Nope. Happy momma equals happy little person. So get on with the happy making.” Taking hold of his hand she places it between her legs, letting him feel where they’re joined then she slides his fingers up to her clit. He rubs and teases just the way she likes until she’s coming for the second time and it’s the strangest of orgasms with her belly gone all hard, muscles tightening around baby.
Jayne’s too far gone to notice and he holds her up in a raised position ‘til he comes inside her, but once he’s spent and panting and has collapsed back onto the bed she swivels around then crawls into his arms.
“Jayne,” she whimpers, eyes full of tears all over again. “I think I’m having a baby.”
“Wo de tien ah! Now?”
~~****~~
Turns out it was practice contractions. Just her body’s way of getting ready for the arrival of the little person. Good thing too because she most definitely needed a shower after making up with Jayne.
Five weeks have passed by since then and a lot of it’s been spent shopping. All of them have been bringing baby things in to show Kaylee that they’ve discovered in some or other hole in the wall outpost. It makes her happy enough to cry and she spends a whole lot of time hollering. Not that she ever neglects Serenity. Her girl comes first as far as she’s concerned; the others can fix up stuff for the new crew member.
Right now Kaylee’s real happy. Engine’s finally running like a dream and she’s in Inara’s shuttle having a timeout away from the men folk who’re all as jittery as hell, especially when they’re left alone with her. The girl talk is going great until she feels a strange popping sensation inside of her belly then all of a sudden there’s a gush as her waters break and mess goes all over the pretty pillows and throw blankets.
“Oh heck, ‘Nara, I’m so sorry.” Kaylee has a hand clasped over her mouth and is all set on being embarrassed until she gets these sudden gut-wrenching, back-wrenching pains which make her forget about being red faced as she sinks back down onto the couch.
“There’s nothing to be sorry for, honey,” says Inara, kneeling down next to her and smoothing a hand across her forehead. “Are you ready to meet your little one because I think he wants to meet his mother?”
“Yes. No. ‘Nara, I’m scared.” Kaylee’s shaking now and she’s not sure whether it’s from excitement or terror. Baby moves inside her and there’s another flood of liquid which pools on the floor. “Bet you ain’t never had a client do something like this in here,” she says with a grin.
“You’d be surprised.” Inara smiles and holds out her hands, pulling Kaylee to a standing position. “Lean on me, sweetie. I’ll get you to the infirmary and leave you in Simon’s care then I’ll go fetch some diapers and baby clothes from your cabin.”
Kaylee manages to raise a smile, but then a contraction stops her in her tracks. Inara calls through to Simon on the comm and they begin the slow shuffle down to the medical bay.
“I’m all wet,” moans Kaylee as soon as she catches sight of Simon. “I wet my shiny clothes and I hurt.”
“It’ll all be over soon,” he says soothingly helping her up onto a proper bed, not the dumb examining chair that looks more like she’s gonna get her teeth mended.
“Tamade, it hurts bad,” she squeals, “Make it stop hurting.”
When the drugs hit her system she relaxes a little. Even so having a baby ain’t fun. This child, if it ever comes out of her, ain’t gonna have no brothers or sisters, that’s for sure. Kaylee can’t, at this minute, imagine what possessed her aunt to have ten.
There’s a crowd hovering around outside the infirmary. Kaylee knows this because she can feel them, hear them mumbling and pacing and the noise is echoing inside her head. She’d yell at them to go away ‘cept Jayne might be there and she’s feeling the urge to cuss him out good and proper.
Inara returns with a bag full of baby things and when the contractions start up proper she holds Kaylee’s hand tight while Simon does the doctoring. The meds send Kaylee muzzy but they’re not strong enough to take all the pain away. Simon says it’s best to feel something so she knows when to start pushing.
After a year or two of her life has passed by and she thinks she ain’t never gonna stay alive long enough to see the little ‘un, it finally seems like it’s time. Nara’s holding her hand and pressing cool cloths onto her forehead and Zoë’s down at the business end looking kinda interested like she’s storing things up for when she and Wash get in the mood for families.
“You’re ready,” says Simon, “Push hard when you feel the contraction.”
“Liu koushui de biaozi he houzi de ben erzi,” she screams hanging onto her shins and trying everything to get the little gou shi buru out of her.
“Rest now until the next one,” says Simon. “You’re doing great.”
“Shut the gorram hell up, Simon, and let me get on and do this.”
~~****~~
“I have a baby,” she says an hour later as she smiles down at the
bundle in her arms. “I have a real baby.”
Everything’s all sorted and stitched and cleaned and all she’s done, since giving birth, is stare at the little thing who just keeps on staring right back at her.
“You surely do.” Zoë slips her finger inside a little fist and grins as the hand clamps tight around it. “I think there’s a bunch of people wanna meet the new girl. Shall I tell them they can come in?”
“Hell yes. She wants to be all shown off.” Kaylee knows she’s looking all smug faced. The tiredness hasn’t kicked in yet and she’s just brimming over with happy.
“Hey everyone,” she says to the group of awe struck faces. “Come say hi to Lacey.”
“She’s real pretty,” says Jayne and Kaylee don’t look to see if there’s sad eyes that go along with the sadness only she can hear in them words.
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