Mmm, flufftastic.
Title: Just Like That
Summary: Kaylee teaches Jayne to dance.
Fandom: Firefly
Word Count: 451
Rating/Warnings: PG
Pairing: Jayne/Kaylee, mentions of Mal/Inara
A/N: For 30_kisses. More flashfic than anything else, but I like it. Ok, yeah, I know the sound system in Kaylee’s bunk is probably not a tape deck. But… I don’t care, and you shouldn’t either.
When Kaylee hit the button, the little space was filled with music. It was a sweet, airy waltz, and it made Jayne think of places he’d never been, fancy Core worlds with too little sky.
She took one of Jayne’s hands and led it to her shoulder. He rested the other uncomfortably on the middle of her back, stiff as a board and completely uneasy.
“Remind me why we’re doin’ this?”
“You know damn well Mal’s not lettin’ Inara go down there without a bodyguard.”
“Why can’t it be Mal then? At least he knows how to pretend to dance.”
She stepped slowly through the dance, watching his feet to make sure he was doing it properly. “Further my way- good, like that. Now, like this.”
Jayne fumbled, trying to follow her small feet, but he managed well enough. “And where’d you learn to do this, anyway?”
He was losing his rigidity, following more easily now. “Weren’t nothin’ to do at home sometimes for the women, so some of us learned to dance.”
“Just seems a little fancified for you, is all.”
“What, I can’t be fancy?” The more he was distracted, the easier his feet moved, so Kaylee drew it out. “I think you just insulted me.”
“Hell, l’il Kaylee, it ain’t like fancy’s always such a good thing to be. Plenty of things that’re good ain’t fancy at all.”
“Like what?”
“Like… hell, I don’t know. Guns, and apples, and dirt. The sky. Hot coffee in the mornin’. Sex. Ain’t fancy, just good.”
“Hold on,” Kaylee said, stopping the dance. “This ain’t right.”
“What ain’t right? Sex?”
“No,” she said, giggling. “You have to lead.”
“What, do what you was just doin’? It ain’t nothin’.” He put his arms back around her, one hand slipping comfortably to the small of her back. Kaylee stepped ever so slightly closer, and they were waltzing again.
“You never did answer me,” he said after a few minutes of silence.
“Answer you what?”
“Why ain’t Mal takin’ Inara?”
Kaylee snorted. “They’re all tetchy with each other again. Can’t neither one admit the other’s crazy for ‘em.”
“That ain’t no way to be in love.”
“Why, Jayne Cobb, I never thought I’d hear somethin’ like that out of you.”
“It ain’t like it’s not plain as day. Shouldn’t be all complicated like that, all tied up and spun about. You love somebody, they love you? Well, then it ain’t no more to it.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that.”
They stopped dancing, suddenly distracted. Something flashed in Kaylee’s eyes, a spark of recognition. She leaned up very slowly and kissed Jayne on the lips. He drew her in, holding her close.
“Just like that.”
Summary: Kaylee teaches Jayne to dance.
Fandom: Firefly
Word Count: 451
Rating/Warnings: PG
Pairing: Jayne/Kaylee, mentions of Mal/Inara
A/N: For 30_kisses. More flashfic than anything else, but I like it. Ok, yeah, I know the sound system in Kaylee’s bunk is probably not a tape deck. But… I don’t care, and you shouldn’t either.
When Kaylee hit the button, the little space was filled with music. It was a sweet, airy waltz, and it made Jayne think of places he’d never been, fancy Core worlds with too little sky.
She took one of Jayne’s hands and led it to her shoulder. He rested the other uncomfortably on the middle of her back, stiff as a board and completely uneasy.
“Remind me why we’re doin’ this?”
“You know damn well Mal’s not lettin’ Inara go down there without a bodyguard.”
“Why can’t it be Mal then? At least he knows how to pretend to dance.”
She stepped slowly through the dance, watching his feet to make sure he was doing it properly. “Further my way- good, like that. Now, like this.”
Jayne fumbled, trying to follow her small feet, but he managed well enough. “And where’d you learn to do this, anyway?”
He was losing his rigidity, following more easily now. “Weren’t nothin’ to do at home sometimes for the women, so some of us learned to dance.”
“Just seems a little fancified for you, is all.”
“What, I can’t be fancy?” The more he was distracted, the easier his feet moved, so Kaylee drew it out. “I think you just insulted me.”
“Hell, l’il Kaylee, it ain’t like fancy’s always such a good thing to be. Plenty of things that’re good ain’t fancy at all.”
“Like what?”
“Like… hell, I don’t know. Guns, and apples, and dirt. The sky. Hot coffee in the mornin’. Sex. Ain’t fancy, just good.”
“Hold on,” Kaylee said, stopping the dance. “This ain’t right.”
“What ain’t right? Sex?”
“No,” she said, giggling. “You have to lead.”
“What, do what you was just doin’? It ain’t nothin’.” He put his arms back around her, one hand slipping comfortably to the small of her back. Kaylee stepped ever so slightly closer, and they were waltzing again.
“You never did answer me,” he said after a few minutes of silence.
“Answer you what?”
“Why ain’t Mal takin’ Inara?”
Kaylee snorted. “They’re all tetchy with each other again. Can’t neither one admit the other’s crazy for ‘em.”
“That ain’t no way to be in love.”
“Why, Jayne Cobb, I never thought I’d hear somethin’ like that out of you.”
“It ain’t like it’s not plain as day. Shouldn’t be all complicated like that, all tied up and spun about. You love somebody, they love you? Well, then it ain’t no more to it.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that.”
They stopped dancing, suddenly distracted. Something flashed in Kaylee’s eyes, a spark of recognition. She leaned up very slowly and kissed Jayne on the lips. He drew her in, holding her close.
“Just like that.”