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This will read like a terribly wordy sequel to The Measure of a Jayne I posted here previously. Prior to this bit of fluffy nonsense TMoJ was my first-ever fanfic, this is my second.
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The Pleasuring of Kaylee, Part 1
The morning after.
Kaylee woke up and streeeetcheddd herself out in luxurious cat-like motions, a smile on her face and sleep dust in the corners of her eyes. She rubbed at the crusties, stretched again and felt a small sort of pleasurable twisting ache twixt her nethers.
"Jayne," she said in a tone he would have surely loved to hear. 'Probably will, too', she thought as the smile grew bigger and her lashes lowered. He'd measured up to her fantasies right fine last night, and, if their love play and coy talk before, during and after was any indicator, he'd hear a dang sight more than his name purring from her throat when he finally gained full healing and recovered strength to do the ridin' 'stead of bein' the rid-ee.
Anybody looking in on Kaylee's open honest face during these thoughts would see a secret look of recently pleasured woman, a hint of embarrassment mixed with joy, dimple deepening along with the rosy flush at her cheekbones.
After running a friendly hand down to stroke the curls at her thighs' juncture, she checked her chron and realized it was time to rise, gauging that her internal alarm clock had left her time for a shower before breakfast.
The lithesome woman whipped back the sheet, only covering she ever needed during sleep, and stepped naked from the bed, feeling the pull and tug of muscles she wasn't all that used to employing that nevertheless had gotten a pretty good workout last night.
As she strode toward the shower, she used her left foot and toes to pluck up the clothes on the cabin floor where she'd shot them after leaving Jayne's bunk. Strong leg bent at the knee next, toes surrendering to her hand each item of clothing one at a time so she could drop them in a wicker hamper for later laundering.
Kaylee hit the shower's hot/cold settings to get the temp right, a little hotter than her usual selection, so as to spread tightness out, get limbered and loosened for the rigors of the coming day. And maybe night, if things worked out right. 'Haveta see how Jayne's faring, hope he ain't worn out,' she had questions to ask his body such that last night hadn't even begun to answer sufficient-like.
Tossing her head downwards and bending at the waist, Kaylee smoothed her hair into a topknot, twisted once and pinned in place with a chopstick, a lovely and effective maneuver she'd copied from 'Nara. Hair safely ensconced, companion-style, Kaylee stepped into the shower, mindful that it wasn't thrifty to let water run wasted down the drain. Not at the price of it and the price they'd all pay if they ever ran out.
As she let the flow wash over her neck and shoulders and wetted, soaped a cloth, Kaylee thought about the day portion of her plans. Serenity was due for a tune-up, and the few days 'tween now and their next set-down planetside made for prime fixer-upper time. She kept the ship in great shape even when things got hot and busy, but a surplus of time for unlimited care and maintenance like this was ideal.
Brow slightly furrowed as she catalogued the stuff needed for the care and feeding of the big ship's heart, Kaylee quickly soaped her face and neck, then raised up and rinsed her eyes afore they had a chance to burn.
She used the sudsy cloth to cup and cleanse her breasts, all thoughts of maintaining the welfare of her metal and wire girl fleeing, replaced by body-memory of her man. She rubbed smoothly over and under each mound, pausing to cup them, thinking on Jayne's holding them just that way while she was astride him last night. Yesu, but he did that right. Just as if he'd owned a pair all his life making him know how a woman wanted, needed them to be held.
She thought that she'd like to handle a man's balls that way, fondle them with the right measure of heft and movement, like as to how he'd handle them himself. She'd been sultry witness to enough men at their self-pleasuring while she did likewise to know already, but wondered if seeing was enough. Could be this point required some askin' and answerin' next time she spent some quality horizontal time with her big swai lover.
Jayne-thinking continuing, Kaylee squeezed out a bit of soap onto her palm and washed up the her and Jayne from between her legs. She used her fingers to lightly probe the folds and furrows echoing the feelings brought by the man who'd been there, had eased himself inside her there, from her body's portal to womb's own, so well, so good. Oh so good. Wuo de ma, good didn't even begin to touch it.
The hard deep ebb and flow of him, the meeting and pulling back of their bodies, her on top, then side-by-side with him slamming her skittering demanding hauling him in hard and still for her little death. He'd obeyed her in the requested stillness, bless him. She liked that in a man. But when he knew her need for quiet was over, lord almighty, he had bulled through and taken the last of his pleasure in the sure knowing sheathing-and-un that'd near set her off again. What a man, what a night.
