Not So Angelic

Jayne tugged at the sheet, drawing it up to his face and inhaling. The scent of fresh laundry. There was nothing as comfort and appealing as recently laundered Egyptian cotton sheets.

On second thought, there was one scent he liked better. Fresh sheets after a long night of ... well, things better left unsaid. To talk of such things, it just wasn't angelic. And if Jayne was anything, he was still an angel. He even had the wings to prove it.

Most couldn't see his wings of course, but that didn't change a leopard's spots.

Grunting, he tried to shake the last bit of sleep from his flesh and get out of bed. From the kitchen he heard the coffee grinder begin swang song. He was going to have to buy a new one soon, that thing sounded terrible.

Tossing the sheet back onto the mattress and making a silent deal with himself to make the better later, he rose.
Going past the mirror, he indulged his vanity, turning to gaze at his reflection.

Pushing back his dark hair he stepped closer to the mirror, inspecting his reflection with scrutiny. Amusement lit in his eyes and he shook his head.

"Cassidy! Stop making that noise and come in here!" He called out.

Waiting, it was only a moment before a woman's sensual silhouette stood in the doorway. Resting a shoulder against the wooden doorframe, she grinned. Her arms crossed, her outfit consisting of am oversized t-shirt and panties.

"Problem?" She asked with a grin.

"I think I'm going to need a little help." His tone amused, he straightened his shoulders. Flexing his wings with a rustling sound, he pointed up, to the tips of the magnificent white wings.

Caught in Jayne's feathers, out of his reach, was Cassidy's bra.

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