Disclaimer: all things Firefly/Serenity are the property of Whedon et al. I’m not making any money off this, just playing with the toys.

Simon sat on his bed, blankly staring at the floor in front of him. He rested his back against the wall with his legs stretched out and recalled himself sitting in a very similar fashion the night before. His time with Kaylee had been wondrous, but also heartbreaking as she stood staring at his face with a look he couldn’t describe as anything other than disappointment. Whether it was more in her or in him, he was unable to say.

His brow creased; the sex had been so good. Maybe that’s all it was.

He drew a refined finger across his dry lips, memories coming alive of Kaylee doing the very same with her own digits. He released a slow breath. She was the best lover he ever had. She knew the right moves, the right sounds and the right motions to make him feel alive. He felt his toes tingle and his breath catch when she kissed him in that special way. His brain became electric as she pulsed around him. He savoured her touch, how she played across his skin and made him feel as though he was the only man in the ‘verse.

Sometimes he wondered if they would be in their situation if Miranda hadn’t happened. Emotions had been at their height during that battle. Simon had been terrified at the prospect of losing his sister to those monsters even more than he had over losing his own life. He heard Kaylee’s prayer, hopeful that she had lived her life the right way and her death would mean something. It had pushed him to say his words to her. It was sex that had given her the courage to fight.

It was love that had given Simon the courage to not give up.

Simon drew his head back to rest against the wall.

Why him?

There were any number of men that would drop at Kaylee’s feet if she gave the word. He knew that she had many lovers before him, all Rim and Border types. He understood that he was different from those experiences; that he was someth