Firefly - Jayne/Simon, Mal/Saffron
Simon starts out towards the glider in a dignified, doctor-appropriate I’m-very-busy stride, but when Jayne emerges hefting a large medical crate and yelling, “Simon! We got vax!”, the stride turns into a run.
He can’t stop in time and more or less collides with Jayne, who happily props him up with one arm while Simon dives headfirst into the crate.
“Oh god, they’re the right ones. And test kits. Oh god, Jayne, I love you.”
He freezes, flushing crimson, but Jayne only grins, kisses him briefly and hauls out the next case. “Back atcha, bao bei. Let’s get to work.”
***
Mal strolls towards Saffron real casual-like. “Hey space-harpy.”
“Hi hubby.”
Mal winces, which makes her cackle. “Too soon?” she tests.
“Always too soon,” he grumbles, but pulls her close. She’s just the right height to tuck her head under his chin when they’re standing up, which feels just right in all kinds of places. He presses a kiss on her wind-tousled hair.
“Got me anything shiny?”
Saffron shrugs. “Intact glider? No one dead? Mission a rousing success?”
“Except Jayne blew up a building.”
“Like I said. Rousing success.”
“Nice. Alright then. Let’s help the Doc get those patches out quick.”