Sometime in the future…not *so* far in the future… this isn’t the start of a relationship but a middle! Spoilers for Serenity, Safe, Jaynestown.

This is my first piece of fanfic – written mainly because Firefly, especially Simon/Kaylee, has hijacked my brain! I’d like to thank Tara LJC, BannerLee, Fireflypsngr, Malsgals & Pippin for super shiny betas, feedback and for reassuring me that it didn’t suck (I love all you guys *hugs*)! I’d also like to thank Tara for inspiration (if you haven’t read her stuff, go now! Right now! - mine can wait), because if she hadn’t provided us with glorious S/K, and then requested more, this never would have been written. That and she said that all who wrote S/K smut would go to heaven…so for the sake of my mortal soul… *L*

Standard disclaimers apply. I do not own these characters, Joss Whedon, Tim Minear, Mutant Enemy, et al. do, and if there is any justice in TV land, Firefly will fly again because they (and us browncoats) love the show very much!

Traditionalist Musings

Simon paused, face slightly below her belly button, over her left hip. He had done such a good job fixing the damage that he had unwittingly caused that the scar was barely visible, except to those that looked for it. And he looked for it. He always looked for it. Traced it with his tongue. Laved it, as if trying to erase it. Kissed it, wanting to make it all better, even though in a way he already had. He knew that as she arched under his gentle ministrations – tongue and agile fingers stroking, stoking the fire building inside of her - that her abdominal muscles had healed completely, otherwise they would be screaming in protest. No pain, only pleasure – but there had been pain, and he knew it, knew what a gunshot wound felt like now. Knew better of his own arrogance.

He could be arrogant, there was no use denying that. A doctor has to project that he can do anything in the face of an emergency, and since he wanted to become a doctor he’d learned how. He adopted a bit of arrogance because that