I should probably be ashamed of this one...
Title: Taps
Fandom: Firefly
Rating: PG? PG13? It's a bit suggestive.
Word count: 100
Pairing: None as such, Jayne just has a mind like a sink, but then, obviously, so do I...
Disclaimer: Not mine, not paid (chance would be a fine thing), please don't sue.
Warnings: Not beta'd
Taps
Kaylee had replaced the tap fitting. He couldn't remember what the old one was like.
He only noticed now because it was River, uh-nuh, Crazy's turn to clean the kitchen.
With a soapy sponge in her tiny hand, she made a fist around the base of the long, hard, curved, cold steel of the mixer tap and stroked it clean real slow.
Up
And
Down.
Then real fast, pumping her little hand.
Up, down, up, down, up, down, up …
Jayne's spoon dropped out of his mouth and hit the table with a clatter.
"I'll be in my bunk."