Firefly - Saffron, Jayne/Simon
Saffron stands up quickly. “I’m coming too. I can get us in there.”
Inara makes a face. “How so?”
Saffron blows her a kiss and jiggles her chest in a way that has Jayne and Kaylee leaning over the table interestedly. “They’re called boobs, honey, remember when you were ready to fall into them yourself?”
Inara rolls her beautiful eyes, though her mouth twitches just the slightest bit. “I was onto you all along.”
“Oh sweetie. You wish.”
Mal chokes discreetly. “Uhm, Saff. You sure?”
“Yeah. Old creep knows me. Won’t be a problem.”
Zoë stands and nods. “I’ll pilot.”
***
Jayne sees the hesitation in Simon’s face; the way he collects himself where once he would have asked Jayne not to kill anyone. They’ve made no promises to each other but Jayne likes to believe there’s an understanding there that they won’t try to make each other change if they ain’t meant to.
“Be caref-” Simon snorts at himself and amends, “Come back in one piece.”
Jayne grins and leans in for a thorough kiss, not caring who sees. “You can sew me back up if I don’t.”
Simon rolls his eyes. “Got better things to do, you conceited oaf.”