Yawn.
Title: Space
Summary: Kaylee and Jayne have bunk problems.
Fandom: Firefly
Word Count: 220
Rating/Warnings: PG
Pairing: Jayne/Kaylee
A/N: For 30_kisses. I'm woefully behind, but school, she is over! For good!
A standard bunk was too small for a person. This was an article of faith to Kaylee’s mind, as covered as she was with scrapes and dings and bruises from accidental meetings with the bulkhead on too many evenings. She’d damned the thing to hell so many times that she was surprised it didn’t just catch fire in the night, out of sheer spite.
So it was, of course, ridiculous when she’d visit Jayne’s bunk. It always started out the same way: five minutes of negotiation, thirty seconds of comfort, ten more minutes of struggling. Then Jayne would wedge himself in against the wall and, growling, pull her tight against him, neck all vulnerable and stretched out for kissing.
Until she ended up back in his arms, Kaylee always forgot how big he was, how male, how small he made her feel when he put his arms around her. Simon was never like that- he wasn’t that much larger than her, and he held her gently, as if she might break. Jayne didn’t have any such restraint; he squeezed her tight and held her fast against him, until she felt tiny and safe in his arms.
It might have been too small for one, but Kaylee was starting to think a standard bunk was just the right size for two.
Summary: Kaylee and Jayne have bunk problems.
Fandom: Firefly
Word Count: 220
Rating/Warnings: PG
Pairing: Jayne/Kaylee
A/N: For 30_kisses. I'm woefully behind, but school, she is over! For good!
A standard bunk was too small for a person. This was an article of faith to Kaylee’s mind, as covered as she was with scrapes and dings and bruises from accidental meetings with the bulkhead on too many evenings. She’d damned the thing to hell so many times that she was surprised it didn’t just catch fire in the night, out of sheer spite.
So it was, of course, ridiculous when she’d visit Jayne’s bunk. It always started out the same way: five minutes of negotiation, thirty seconds of comfort, ten more minutes of struggling. Then Jayne would wedge himself in against the wall and, growling, pull her tight against him, neck all vulnerable and stretched out for kissing.
Until she ended up back in his arms, Kaylee always forgot how big he was, how male, how small he made her feel when he put his arms around her. Simon was never like that- he wasn’t that much larger than her, and he held her gently, as if she might break. Jayne didn’t have any such restraint; he squeezed her tight and held her fast against him, until she felt tiny and safe in his arms.
It might have been too small for one, but Kaylee was starting to think a standard bunk was just the right size for two.