A/N: This was written as a prompt-a-day forum thread, for a forum where probably only 1/4 of the people have heard of Firefly, and it wasn't declared as a fanfic until after the end. So most of the humor, I think, is picturing people who don't get it.
The prompt was "Pride & Joy"
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He loved her with all his heart, perhaps more if such a thing were possible.
Running the rag up and down her body, Jayne smiled to himself as he cleaned.
She was his pride and joy.
Assembled out near him were his tools of the trade; the big man reached for the lubricant as he set the cloth aside.
He took very good care of her, and in return, she always put out, never failed him.
It was a mutually beneficial relationship.
Jayne supposed he was overly protective, after all, she probably wouldn't die if he didn't attend to her every day - but he loved her too much to stay away.
So there Jayne was, sprawled across his bunk with her, caressing her, putting lube in all the right places.
After so many times, he liked to think he was quite good at it.
Jayne's girl.
His girl.
Jayne knew, without a doubt, that if he suffered through a day without her, he would surely die.
Maybe he loved her solely out of need, but if that was the case, he was needy indeed.
Idly, a thought crossed his mind - what would he be without his gun?
Laying there on his bunk, Jayne hugged Vera close.
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Yeah. SO. That entire thing is about routine gun maintenance. Funstuff, ne?