How about some fluff?
Title: Five Reasons
Summary: Jayne escorts a heavily drugged Kaylee to the infirmary. Hilarity ensues.
Fandom: Firefly
Word Count: 477
Rating/Warnings: G
Pairing: Jayne/Kaylee
A/N: Post pilot. Pointless fluff for 30_kisses.
"You get lighter?" Jayne asked, carrying Kaylee carefully towards the med bay.
"Aww," she replied, her speech slurred from the extra tranquilizers Simon had insisted on after the Crazy Ivan, "thank you, probably."
Jayne shrugged, as if he didn't know whether it was supposed to be a compliment either. He stepped into the doorway of the infirmary carefully, checking to make sure Simon was nowhere to be found.
"You just carried me over the threshold," Kaylee told him conspiratorially, closing her eyes and nodding as he lay her on the table. "That means we're married."
"I don't remember it going like that," he said. "Thought you was all hot for that shiny doc?"
"He is shiny, and he's got nice vests and clean fingernails." Kaylee yawned. "Like a shiny, pretty... lawyer." She seemed quite pleased with this choice of wording. "But it don't matter, on account of we just got married there in the doorway."
Jayne thought for a second about his husbandly rights, but then he swore he could hear his ma screeching from halfway across the Rim. That'd get him a ticket to the hot place faster than he could jump. "Ain't we got to have a preacher for that?"
"Got a preacher, don't we?"
"Plenty of places got a preacher, but that don't make people married for no reason."
"Pssh. Plenty reasons for us to be married."
"Name," Jayne stopped, considering, "five."
"You got pretty eyes. That's two. And you got big strong arms. That makes four." Kaylee held up three somewhat shaky fingers, smiling.
"That ain't but two," he said, bending down her middle finger gently.
Kaylee thought, her face scrunching up. "We already live in the same place, so we ain't got to find a new place to live. That's three."
"Fair enough."
"You think I'm cute. That's four."
"Who told you that?"
"You don't think I'm cute?" Kaylee looked mildly offended. "Everybody thinks I'm cute."
"Hell," Jayne allowed, "you are cute."
"And don't you forget it," she said, waving her finger at him.
"That still ain't but four reasons."
"I got another one, but it's a secret," Kaylee said, in a stage whisper. "You gotta come closer." Jayne leaned in, humoring her. "I said closer," she said, pulling him down towards her.
"What?" Jayne asked.
Kaylee pecked him on the end of the nose. "I like you, silly. That's five, so I win."
Jayne was tongue-tied, but it didn’t really matter- no sooner than she’d finish talking, Kaylee went out like a light. She was just in time to miss Simon, who was staring at Jayne as if he was something unpleasant on his shoe.
“Doc,” he asked gruffly, “she’s gonna forget everything when she wakes up, right?”
“Maybe?” Simon tried. Jayne left the med bay without so much as a nod, and Simon wondered if he should be very worried.
Summary: Jayne escorts a heavily drugged Kaylee to the infirmary. Hilarity ensues.
Fandom: Firefly
Word Count: 477
Rating/Warnings: G
Pairing: Jayne/Kaylee
A/N: Post pilot. Pointless fluff for 30_kisses.
"You get lighter?" Jayne asked, carrying Kaylee carefully towards the med bay.
"Aww," she replied, her speech slurred from the extra tranquilizers Simon had insisted on after the Crazy Ivan, "thank you, probably."
Jayne shrugged, as if he didn't know whether it was supposed to be a compliment either. He stepped into the doorway of the infirmary carefully, checking to make sure Simon was nowhere to be found.
"You just carried me over the threshold," Kaylee told him conspiratorially, closing her eyes and nodding as he lay her on the table. "That means we're married."
"I don't remember it going like that," he said. "Thought you was all hot for that shiny doc?"
"He is shiny, and he's got nice vests and clean fingernails." Kaylee yawned. "Like a shiny, pretty... lawyer." She seemed quite pleased with this choice of wording. "But it don't matter, on account of we just got married there in the doorway."
Jayne thought for a second about his husbandly rights, but then he swore he could hear his ma screeching from halfway across the Rim. That'd get him a ticket to the hot place faster than he could jump. "Ain't we got to have a preacher for that?"
"Got a preacher, don't we?"
"Plenty of places got a preacher, but that don't make people married for no reason."
"Pssh. Plenty reasons for us to be married."
"Name," Jayne stopped, considering, "five."
"You got pretty eyes. That's two. And you got big strong arms. That makes four." Kaylee held up three somewhat shaky fingers, smiling.
"That ain't but two," he said, bending down her middle finger gently.
Kaylee thought, her face scrunching up. "We already live in the same place, so we ain't got to find a new place to live. That's three."
"Fair enough."
"You think I'm cute. That's four."
"Who told you that?"
"You don't think I'm cute?" Kaylee looked mildly offended. "Everybody thinks I'm cute."
"Hell," Jayne allowed, "you are cute."
"And don't you forget it," she said, waving her finger at him.
"That still ain't but four reasons."
"I got another one, but it's a secret," Kaylee said, in a stage whisper. "You gotta come closer." Jayne leaned in, humoring her. "I said closer," she said, pulling him down towards her.
"What?" Jayne asked.
Kaylee pecked him on the end of the nose. "I like you, silly. That's five, so I win."
Jayne was tongue-tied, but it didn’t really matter- no sooner than she’d finish talking, Kaylee went out like a light. She was just in time to miss Simon, who was staring at Jayne as if he was something unpleasant on his shoe.
“Doc,” he asked gruffly, “she’s gonna forget everything when she wakes up, right?”
“Maybe?” Simon tried. Jayne left the med bay without so much as a nod, and Simon wondered if he should be very worried.