A/N: Kaylee's POV, about the dear doctor
Disclaimer: They ain't mine
Just want him so bad it hurts, y'know? Hurts to think about, but can't do nothing 'cept think about it.
'Bout those lips a' his, and how they look all soft n' real good for kissin'. And that hair, looks like it'd be real nice to run my fingers through. An' those sky blue eyes a' his... I hold 'em with my own long as he'll let me.
Sometimes it just makes me all happy, like when I'm watchin' him tell a story and he gets that lopsided kinda smile that makes my heart wanna burst it's so shuai.
Then other times, like now, when I'm alone in my bunk and wishin' he was here, or that the hatch'd open an' it'd be him comin' down the ladder to tell me he loves me much as I love him; those times it hurts like a big old hole in my chest. I ache all over, wish he never came aboard.
Don't really mean it, a'course. Next time I see his face I'll be glad all over again just that he's even here.
Makes me light up, he does. Just the sight of him makes me wanna smile... 'cept for the days it makes me wanna cry.
Shuai - cute