Written for Kaynara who wanted to read a story where Simon fumbles with Kaylee’s bra.

Takes place after the film.

Yeah, its short. It's all I could squeeze out of my widdle brain at the moment. I need to get back to working on my much longer, sequel to Serenity, fic . . .

Thanks to Tamsibling for the bata.

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Instruction

Simon gnashed his teeth in frustration. "Why is this so difficult?"

Muffled, Kaylee's voice answered, "Ain't difficult, you're just not used to -"

Simon hurried to refute her claim - probably a bit too quickly. "I have done this before, Kaylee."

"Coulda fooled me," came an equally frustrated retort laced with clearly identifiable amusement.

"If you'd -"

"You're supposed to be good with them hands, doctor Tam," Kaylee wiggled a bit and turned her head just in time to see Simon's eyes roll into the back of his head at the friction generated by her not-so-innocent movement.

"I could do this if you weren't squirming around so much."

"You like it when I -"

When those hands she loved so much came down heavily on her hips and held her in place, she closed her mouth and bit her lip. With every inch of him pressed intimately against her, most coherent thought fled her brain and she simply locked her eyes with his, mouth watering.

"Stop. Moving." He whispered against the corner of her mouth just as his hands slid up her bare back and tightly grasped the offending garment. He tugged but it still didn't budge.

Kaylee dropped her head to his shoulder, wrapped her arms around his neck and began giggling.

"I'm never going to live this down, am I?" Simon whispered, defeated.

Taking pity on him, Kaylee lifted her head and pressed her lips to his ear. "There's lotsa things you're good at, sweetie. This just don’t happen to be one of ‘em." In one fluid motion - that Simon would never have been able to follow if it was repeated for him a hundred times over, Kaylee reached one hand behind her back, nimbly unfast