Jayne was ticklish.
Not too many people knew this, but Mal had amazing powers of concentration, and a devious mind to go along. Currently, those aforementioned amazing powers were focused on keeping the aforementioned ticklish man incapacitated and laughing on the mattress.
�Mal!� Jayne managed to gasp out. �You ain�t playin� fair!�
�That I ain�t.� Mal admitted, fingers stretching out, and teasing Jayne�s most ticklish zones.
The door to Mal�s bunk creaked open, and both men stilled as a silent figure descended the ladder.
�Starting the fun without me, I see.� Simon grinned, even as he began removing his shirt.