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Jake and I were catching our breath and snuggling on the bed in his quarters. We had tried our own version of the Tornado Twist. From the bed we were looking straight out a viewing pane to the stars. Snuggles and stars were the best thing I could have wished for.
“So, what is going to happen to Churlish?” I asked. He chuckled.
“He is losing his post and will stand trial for assault and for illegal use of a listening device. I did hear that he fell on his way to the brig.”
“Really?” I questioned innocently.
“Yes, apparently he had a black eye, an injured knee, cracked ribs and he is having trouble speaking.”
“I can't imagine how that could have happened. You?” I said. He laughed softly.
“Not a clue Jayne. Not a clue. So how are we going to work this.” I knew what he was talking about. I shrugged and hugged him.
“When we are on duty we are on duty. When we are not were not. I would suggest we do not advertise, just for appearance’s sake. But Tara knows, I am sure, although she has not said anything and won't.”
“It is going to be an interesting journey Jayne.” I smiled and kissed him.
“Always Jake, always.”
THE END