trans_9 | It's that time again...

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It's that time again...

There are few things in the 'verse Kaylee can't stand. One of them, obviously, is that wonderful little group made up of people like Early and Niska. Another is insults to her ship. Possibly the biggest thing on the list, though, is seeing sad and lonely people, mostly because she knows there isn't much she can do to help outside of offering a friendly smile and shoulder to lean on.

Or, in this case, offering free hugs.

Once again, Kaylee has settled herself down at one of the tables in the Mess Hall with her 'Free Hugs!' sign. Even if hugs aren't wanted, the mechanic is also perfectly willing to lend an ear for a nice chat or just some company for a little while. Anything to boost morale.

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...and so much for not telling.

Kaylee did her best to keep the smile from faltering and shook her head. "It's alright. A lot of folk saw it that shouldn't've. Just somethin' we gotta deal with one step at a time."

"Sorry, it came up," He remarked, and slowly nodded. His gaze flickered away, and he tried not to think of it. He really did. But the memories of that clashed with other ones, and his gaze grew more distant. His hands lowered to his side seemingly on their own, and closed into tense fists.

She hated seeing that look on him, hated how much it worried her. It didn't take more than half a second for her hands to move to either side of his face, carefully so as not to startle him.

"It's okay, bao bei."

He immediately tensed at that, his eyes wide and scared. Still not yet focused on her, and struggling to wrench himself back in the here and now. He had to bite his tongue to stop himself from whimpering.

Alright, add this to the list of her least favorite things. Kaylee frowned and leaned in closer, thumbs gently stroking his face to try and ease some of the tension out of it.

He blinked a few times, and his breathing slowly came under control. The gentle contact from her causing him to gradually relax again.

Dean could finally really see her again, and he murmured in a voice that seemed higher and younger than his normal Midwestern timbre, "Kaylee?" Kang's warning came back to him, and he cursed inwardly. At least he didn't lash out this time.

"God, Sunshine, sorry. I'm sorry."

There he was. Kaylee offered him a small smile, full of support, her fingers never stopping and her voice never raising. Just slow and smooth and steady...

"Nothin' to be sorry for, bao bei. Everybody's had a rough time of it lately."

"Yeah, yeah. God could go for another shore leave or something." Dean muttered, and he hastily reached up to rub a hand over his eyes. They're weren't tearing up. Not at all. Just some damn dust or pollen got it.

"But you've been good?"

"Think everybody could use a vacation, seein' how things've been 'round here." She let him have his moment, her hands dropping from his face to fiddle with the front of her coveralls while he cleared all that dusty pollen out.

His question made her look back up, though, that nice little smile right back on her face. "Yep, been holdin' down the respective tavern and engineerin' forts for Kang 'n Billy more than anythin'."

"Hell yes, and one that's Ohm-free this time." He finished wiping his eyes, and moved closer to hug her again. Just breathing in her scent, and being close to her warmth helped to further calm him.

"Good, yeah, tavern's been looking ok."

"We'll post No Ohm Allowed signs this time around."

Oh she had missed this over the past few weeks. Kaylee let herself relax against Dean, mumbling into his chest softly.

"Lookin' better, 'n the drink options're gettin' better too."

"Yeah, that'll show them," Dean smirked a little, and kissed the top of her head.

"Might get that whiskey soon. Been working on the mill when I could."

"Glad to hear it. Wouldn't doubt people'll be knockin' down the tavern doors for it."

"I know I would. Been missing some good ol' JB anyway."

"You'll get it soon enough," she promised. "Keep your britches on."

He smirked back at her, "Sure. Unless you wanna tear them off?"

Kaylee grinned, pulling back and giving the material at his hip a small tug. "See, I think that's the first good idea you had all day."

Bigger smirk at that and he leaned down to kiss and suckle at her neck and collarbone, "Got a better idea. Time for a lunch break from the hugs booth?"

Oh, she liked the ~~feel~~sound of this. Kaylee made a small noise in response, hand reaching over to pull the Free Hugs! sign down. "Think I could abandon my post for a little bit, if you're treatin'..."

Damn did he love the sounds she made, especially when his lips nipped at her pulse point. Tempting to not bother taking their show more private, but he didn't need any hassle.

"Oh I'm full of treats and tricks a-plenty," he moved slightly back just to place a hand on the small of her back to guide her along.

Kaylee fumbled with the sign, just a bit distracted by that damn mouth of his. "Don't doubt that a second," she breathed, her free hand moving to Dean's side to move him along just a bit faster.

Come on, Dean, before she takes you on the floor.

Well that was the whole idea of his mouth right now, and he was only not considering the floor since he wanted his girl to be comfortable. Looked like they were heading to the Hangar in fact. Mostly a race to get to the Serenity or the Impala, whichever is closer to the door.

It took a lot of willpower, but Kaylee pulled back from Dean just enough that she could take a better look around the Bay once they arrived. The Impala was nice and close, and she leaned up to give Dean another nice, long kiss before tugging him toward the car.

Dean smirked, and reached over to pull the door open for her to the back. Good thing about the Impala models? Made for room, that goes for the trunk AND the back seat. Often came in handy as a makeshift bed for the boys on many a night.

Even when sleeping wasn't exactly coming into play for a while. Like now as he flopped down on the back seat, and tugged her to climb in over him.

Kaylee grinned down at Dean, loosening her coveralls some before climbing into the car. Once inside she leaned down to give him another long, slow kiss, hands starting work on his clothes.

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It's that time again...

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as half the crew walks past rolling their eyes XD

Because they're jealous of the double hotness?

That's the only possible explanation.

King and Queen of the Hot Mechanic Ball

their crowns are made of car parts

The Impala's a-rocking...

If they come a-knocking they're idiots.