A/N: I know I keep teasing you with a longer story and I swear, it's coming! In the meantime you'll have to settle for some one-offs!

Here is another from a "specially themed" http://www.geocities.com/maegovannen/Firefly/69FicChallenge.html>; prompt table.

Beta'd, many moons ago, by the imitable Leiasky, any mistakes are mine!

I hope all you S/K shippers enjoy! Oh ... AND COMMENT!

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03. Satin

Kaylee closed her eyes and felt the gentle touch of Inara’s hand against her neck as she again swept her brush through Kaylee’s thick hair. With a small sigh, Kaylee scooted back a bit as her friend smoothed out her freshly washed locks and then began to twist the hair and pin it up.

Opening her eyes, Kaylee looked about the dimly lit shuttle, taking in all of Inara’s finery. She always loved being in this place, it was very peaceful and calm, kind of like Inara and so much not like the rest of the ship. Plus, it was soft and Kaylee felt more like a woman just being in the room. She felt grown-up and sexy and safe all at once; which she supposed, in Inara’s line of work, was pretty important.

Her fingers absentmindedly trailing along the silky sheets on Inara’s bed, Kaylee tilted her head to one side, getting a slight poke for her efforts as Inara’s hands were dislodged. Straightening Kaylee’s head on her neck, Inara scolded, “Keep still, mei mei.”

“Sorry,” Kaylee murmured. Glancing out of the corner of her eyes at the shiny material, she finally asked, “Hey, ‘Nara?”

“Yes Kaylee?” Inara answered, always amused when her friend began conversations this way.

“These sheets is real nice,” Kaylee sighed. “What is it? Silk?”

“No, satin,” Inara corrected. Pausing for a moment in her work, she regarded Kaylee’s half-done hair and then continued pinning up the honey brown locks. “And they are very nice and more than a little expensive.”

Kaylee was silent for another moment and then she asked the question that had really been on her mind. “Don’tcha ever just slide