Title: Just like. .
author: jmaria
Rating: PG-13
pairing:
Jayne, Kaylee
joss100 Set, Prompt: 1, #099. Writer's Choice - Taste
Words: 263
Disclaimer: Joss owns them, I do not
Set:
pre-Firefly
Summary: In which Kaylee makes her move
Notes:
Mini-set - Five Things She Noticed 5/5
Just Like. . .
The last and most important thing she noticed about Jayne was, well, it was two things really. The first, and most likely important of the two, was that his mouth tasted like. It was quick, the kiss. He'd been grumblin' on about helpin' her and she'd been watchin' it for too damn long. She'd been real grateful she had kissed him, cuz if'n she hadn't, she'd never a known he tasted like warm mulled cider that been fermentin' a bit longer than usual. Bitter with a bit of sweet there just on the edges.
"Gorramitt, girl!" Jayne barked, pushing her away with one hand and keeping her steady with the other. "Oh, Mal is gonna riddle me full a holes I don't need."
"Only hole you's got what I care about ain't kissin' me," Kaylee said grinning at the worried look on the merc's face.
"Has the lack a air in here addled yer head?"
"Just knows I like that, Jayne."
"Are you makin' a pass at me?" Jayne muttered. "Ain't -"
"Just shut up and kiss me, you fool," Kaylee sighed. "Don't make me do all the work, okay?"
Jayne blinked once before his face split into a huge grin. Kaylee's hand had worked up under his tee, and was curling her fingers into the patch of chest hair she'd found. Image a Mal hoverin' over him with his weapon drawn flashed across his mind. Didn't pay it much heed as Kaylee started kissin' him again.
The second thing she noticed was that his Adam's apple always tasted like salt on strawberries.