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Set: post-BDM. Written for the prompt "infirmary".

Kaylee shivered.

“Are you cold?”

She looked to Simon sitting next to her, his left leg pressed close against her right and she shivered again. “No, not now.” She smiled her special smile to him and ran her fingers down the back of his neck.

He shuddered and smiled himself. He leaned over and kissed her, feeling her fingers curl into his hair, tightening. She shifted her body, allowing her closer contact with the doctor. He took the cue and moved to meet her. Their chests now hugged each other and their hands went roaming. Their lips and tongues continued their explorations until Simon broke away, panting lightly.

“We should find somewhere more appropriate,” he said then rose.

Kaylee grabbed his proffered hand and was about to lead him through the infirmary door in front of them when she felt him hold steadfast. “Simon?”

His eyes were wide and she could see a red tinge to his cheeks. “In there?” He eye gestured to the medlab.

Kaylee grinned and shrugged. “Sure. Why not?” She stepped closer and took hold of his ear with her teeth. “Be kinda fun. ‘Sides,” she tugged on his lobe, “ya didn’t complain in the engine room.”

Simon remained rooted. The engine room had a door with a tiny window and was at the end of the ship. But the infirmary? It was surrounded on three sides by windows. But beyond that, it was the one place of refuge where he felt like he belonged. It was the only place on this whole ship where people respected his abilities, let alone his opinions, and where he could remember what it was like to be someone important, and not in the escaped fugitive sort of way. He needed it to remain wholly his.

She leaned back and eyed his expression with a light smile. “We just done sat here out in the open.” She motioned to the lounge.

“I know. It’s just...I me