The Power Of Chaos - It's Bath Time

Title: It's Bath Time

Author: Tori Deathangel

Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own Firefly, not any one part of it. DANG!

Notes: I kind of rolled up a couple of Challenges and ideas in one,
my bunnies are breeding quick, going to have to play catch up now.
Oh BTW this falls under the 1st challenge, Neroli's Challenge, which
I am officially numbering as number 3 and hopefully I can get
another fic out for the official day of naked day, lol. Blame Silk
for the nakedness and smut.

Jayne hurried into the bathroom of the ship, he had wished his bunk
was bigger so that he can have his own private bathing facilities,
it would make his one luxury to himself a lot more safer from being
discovered.

He put down the small duffel on the edge of the sink and latched the
door behind himself. He unzipped the bag and reached in to lie out
the content inside of it, when someone knocked. He quickly turned
around and opened the door, careful to shield the bag from prying
eyes.

"Oh hey, um did I leave my brush in here?" The pretty mechanic tried
to go around the huge mass in front of her unsuccessfully.

"Well, Little Kaylee, If ya just wanted to spend some time with me,
all ya had to do was come to bunk." He said with a leer.

She rolled her eyes and stomped off, the brush can wait.

Grinning he closed the door, he'll get an earful from that hwan dahn
of a boyfriend of hers. He went back to removing the parcels he
brought. Once laid out he removed his clothing and started the water
in the tub adding the items into the warm running water.

He looked at himself in the full-length mirror, he thought of the
pretty little pinup hanging up on his wall right now. Movement
stirred between his legs and he felt the blood begin to fill his
cock. He could almost picture her down on her knees in front of him,
taking his hardness into her mouth, at the same time he wrapped his
large hand around himself and stroked to same rhythm that he
pictured she would do. Bobbing, caressing slowly first, with his
other hand he steadied himself on the wall in front of him.

His vision blurred and the points of fantasy and reality melded into
one. It no longer was he stroking himself, his pinup was in control.
She quickened the pace, caressing his inner thighs moving outward to
his buttocks, squeezing them gently. She her slid her hands back to
caress upward over his stomach lightly grazing his nipples. Her
palms traveled back southward moving through the patch of hair and
lightly squeezing his sac.

His breath coming in short pants now as he neared his completion. He
humped into his own hand as he moved faster, finally loosing his
load. The sweat rolled off of him and he struggled to clear his
vision, knowing the tub should be full enough, it was a good thing
he started it on a slow flow.

He cleaned up his mess and got into the water. He relaxed back and
enjoyed the scent of the suds. Kaylee had left the bottle behind one
day and he wanted to know what the big thing of bubble baths with
the woman folk and ended up enjoying it. She never could find that
missing bottle either. He smiled briefly and suddenly remembered the
other item he tossed in. he dove through the suds and heard the
squeak of it as he latched onto it. The last remnant of an innocent
past, the rubber duck that his maw had bought for him to play with
alone. Now that it was free from the foam he cleared a small path
for it and let it gently wade in the water.

This was a time he can relax, sure the fighting and killing is a
great hoot, but this, this was nothingness. No thoughts and no
watching over his back, especially that loon of a sister of Simon.
She scared him the most. He would rather face the Alliance sooner
then cross her again. Flash backs of the memory of her cutting into
him with that Gorram knife and not even batting an eye at it. Though
he had to admire her for her coolness, but those are thoughts best
left for another day and never to be shared openly for the fear of
being spaced.

"I knew it!" he was brought out of his contentment to have that
damned mechanic shrieking in triumph. He could have sworn he locked
the damn door. `Shit!' he remembered that when he reopened the door
that there was no memory of latching it in place. He became his own
undoing. He sighed; knowing it'll just be a few minutes before the
whole rutting ship knows his little secret.

She closed the door behind her and Mal had managed to round the
corner in time to see her leaving the room.

"Isn't Jayne in there?" His eyebrows arched up knowing full well
that he was.

She just waved her brush at him, "I needed this. Ran in and then
back out."

"Don't make a habit of this. Wouldn't want certain parties round
here getting the wrong impression."

"Will do." She watched him climb the stairs upward to the next level
and smiled that all knowing smile of hers. There was a window in
Jayne's life that was always shut and now she caught a slight
glimpse of what was inside and not to mention a little looksee at
other things. He was like a brother to her and that bonding is the
one thing saving his bad ass reputation right now and keeping her
from telling every last soul on board what she now knows.

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