Hey, Browncoats!

Okay, so I'm new to the Firefly fandom. Really new - I just started (and finished) the show and movie last week. I'm not really sure if I'll keep writing fics. I probably won't. This was just me playing around and trying to get a feel for writing for the 'verse.

This story was something that I was almost positive was going to happen in episode six. I was actually quite shocked when it didn't. So, after quickly looking around for traces of a story along these lines on fanfiction, I typed this up. It's really short, and I hardly spent any time on it, but I felt like posting it anyway.

Constructive criticism encouraged - if I do decide to write more Firefly fanfics, I'd like to get more of a sense of the whole fanfic community for the show. Just any rules or do's-and-don't's for fics.

Thanks!

Firefly and its characters do not belong to me. Whedon is the master.

"Saffron? Hey, what're you doin' down here?"

Gorram it.

"Shouldn't you be with Mal?" The engineer continued, leaning over the guardrail. Saffron looked the woman up and down - she had seen the way Kaylee had acted around the doctor. This was going to be simple.

"My husband does not want me. He…is not pleased with me."

"Aww, sweetie…" Kaylee said, making her way down the stairs. She took Saffron by the shoulders, squeezing them reassuringly. Saffron looked up at her, a few fake tears rimming her eyes. One spilled onto her cheek. "Mals' just…Mal. He's not the marryin' type, y'know?" Saffron forced out a choked cry. There was another tight shoulder squeeze before Kaylee pulled her into a hug. "C'mon, it's not so bad…"

Saffron rested her chin in the crook between Kaylee's neck and shoulder, provoking a shiver. "Men are rotten." She whispered into Kaylee's ear.

"They're not all-" Kaylee paused; Saffron's hand had slithered its way down from her shoulders to her back. "-it's not that, it's just this whole situation was confusin', and-"

"I've seen how the doctor treats you." Saffron said, pulling herself away to see Kaylee, but leaving her arms about her. Kaylee's lips parted in one part confusion, one part nervousness. "You want him to pay attention to you, but he doesn't."

"I…Simon isn't-"

Kaylee's babbling was cut short as Saffron's hands went lower, eventually coming to a slow, seductive stop on her hips. "Neither of us are being paid attention to, and-" She paused, allowing her eyes to wander down, before returning innocently to Kaylee's. "-I don't want to be alone on my wedding night."

A pause - for the first time in their conversation Saffron could not make out what Kaylee was thinking. Her face was blank. Then she let out a nervous laugh, and rubbed her wrist into her forehead. "Wow, I wasn't expectin' that to, uh...huhm...Saffron, sweetheart, I'm not-"

"Don't set up rules for yourself. Just enjoy…" Saffron took Kaylee's hand, and pulled it to her own breast. "…what's right in front of you."

Kaylee's fingers stiffened in rebellion; Saffron squeezed the woman's wrist, forcing her to relax. After a moment, Saffron let go, and Kaylee pulled her hand back as if it had just in that moment touched fire. Sweat dribbled down Kaylee's forehead. "H-how's about w-we go get Mal, okay? Don'cha think we should go g-"

Wunk.

Kaylee didn't see Saffron's punch coming. The redhead sighed and stepped over the unconscious engineer, considering it a shame that she had to be in such a hurry. I almost had her, too.