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Wednesday, January 3, 2007
Post-BDM. Simon/Kaylee. Kaylee realizes that her eagerness might not always be a good thing. Rated PG-13 for implied situations
CATEGORY: FICTION TIMES READ: 2933 RATING: 9.0 (G) SERIES: FIREFLY
A/N: Fluffy, fluffy, fluff-fluff.
Just some Simon/Kaylee goodness for all you great Flans out there!
Thanks to Leiasky for the beta (and the plot bunny for the sequel)!
Please, please, please, I'm begging here - leave a gorram comment!
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Kaylee stretched languorously, her body warm and light despite her lack of clothes or covers. With her eyes still shut, she moaned softly, her senses still tingling as she remembered her night, and early morning, with Simon.
With her arms reaching over her head, Kaylee let out a small squeal as she felt her muscles stretch themselves and then leisurely dropped them back to her sides, running them over her stomach. She didn’t want to get up; in fact, Kaylee would have been perfectly content to lay in bed all day, naked as the day she was born, and wait for Simon’s return.
Another contented sigh escaped her lips, a simultaneous shiver of delight racing down her spine as she thought of her unbelievably swai boyfriend, and the outrageously un-proper things they had done the night before. Giggling at the thought, Kaylee found it easier to open her eyes and sit up, ready to face the day, as she knew it would mean getting to see her bao bei sooner.
Unashamed of her own nakedness, Kaylee rose slowly, stretching again, and wandered towards the small dresser she and Simon had been sharing for going on three months now. Neither of them had discussed officially moving his or her bunk, but Kaylee often found herself waking up next to him in the passenger dorms and she didn’t mind. With the shoji screen, and the lighter colored walls, the room was far more cheery than her bunk, despite all the work she’d done to counteract the cold metal.
Pulling open one drawer, Kaylee pawed around, finding a fresh pair of underwear, before reaching to the bottom drawer and rifling through for a clean shirt. As she continued to search, the small space quite a jumble, Kaylee knelt beside the dresser and pulled out a handful of Simon’s shirts. Shirts
Long time fan of your work; it was your stuff that got me interested in the writings here. Very shiny stuff.
I really like the end of this piece, and your use of description is fantastic. Again, very shiny stuff.
And I love that Kaylee can't sew but she's a genius mechanic.
bring on the next part:)
... a sequel, eh?
Keeping antishezoozle forces strong,
the antishezoozler
You can't take the sky from me
This is wonderful, I don't think I've read any of your stuff and thought it wasn't.
It's a beautiful little love story - romantic, and sibling - but there is also a deeper (though perfectly subtle) exploration of the differences between the Tams and Kaylee's background, and the tribulations that the changes in Simon and Simon's life represent.
The title is just perfect - the simplicity of the motif - buttons - allows the story to remain sweet and light, while still enabling you to explore the wider, deeper themes: love, lust, economony, background, expectations, mutality. That's a pretty neat trick with a such a everyday word.
awwww love that sentence. can the sequel be a prequel? about them being un-proper? ;)
Gotta admit though...really liked how this story was both a fluffy look at Simon and Kaylee's relationship, and a rose-tinted examination of the differences between their exclusive backgrounds economically:)
BEB
Especially the ending, I loved it all.
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