So, this is my first ever Firefly Fic. I woke up half an hour ago with this in my head, and scribbled it down, and here it is. I ususally write things better when I don't take my time... anyway, it hasn't been beta-d or anything, so feel free to call me up on anything. I am in the middle of a much longer S/K piece, this one just sort of popped out. Also, just so we're clear, I am English. In the Harry Potter fandom, fan fiction writers get a LOT of stick for writing Americanisms into their work. So I figure it's only fair that I get the same treatment. If any Britishisms annoy you, PLEASE let me know and I will try to fix it. Enjoy (please!)

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Inara was sitting on her bed, thinking, when Kaylee bounced into the shuttle, skipped over to her, and flopped down on the bed beside her, beaming up at her friend.

“It’s true what they say,” Kaylee told her, in the same blissful, relaxed tone she’d been speaking in all week.

“What’s that, mei mei?” Inara inquired, amused.

“It really is better when you’re in love,” Kaylee wiggled her eyebrows a little, ensuring that Inara didn’t miss the full meaning of her statement.

Inara allowed herself an indulging smile. “Is that so?”

“It surely is,” Kaylee murmured, her eyes fluttering closed.

Inara giggled. “So, top marks for Simon then?”

Kaylee’s eyes flicked open at once, now filled with a mischievous glint that spread to her wicked smile. “I’ll say.” She licked her lips. “I dunno how he got to be so good, but I don’t think he learned it at medical school!”

Inara reached down and stroked her friends her, resigning herself to the play by play she had known she would receive all week. “Tell me,”

Kaylee closed her eyes once more, as if to allow her self to fully access her memories. “It aint like sex I’ve ever had before ‘Nara. It’s different. Sometimes it’s real slow, when we’re tired, an’ we barely even move, we just lie there kissing, an’ it’s …” she trailed off, unable to find an adequate word.

Inara simply watched