A/N: Hee! Super fun drabble (well, it’s like, eight drabbles in one, but still…pretty short for what I usually write) for the ff_friday community on LJ. Prompt was: exercise. Hope you like!

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There's a time for cleanin' and there's a time for sulkin‘, Kaylee Fryre decides, heaving a sigh as she looks around her bunk. An' right now seems like as good a time as any to get some tidyin' up done.

She bends to pick up an old pair of coveralls, tosses it into the basket near her closet so that the next time they all have some extra soap lyin' around, she can dunk her clothes underwater for a spell. Kaylee's starting to think her clothes are smellin' so bad, no one's wantin' to come near her.

Why else would Simon be avoiding her, after all?

Kaylee frowns and balls up a wrinkled tee-shirt, tosses it into the basket as well. She'd thought things were goin' so well. After that night in the engine room, the way he'd come in and was so adorable, tryin' to help her repair Serenity. And then the sex. The really, really shiny sex. Kaylee smiles wistfully. The heat and the sweat and the hallelujah, finally! of it all...she ain't likely to forget anytime soon. But Simon seems to have forgotten pretty damn well, and in a hurry!

Two weeks had passed, two weeks of him duckin' her and puttin' her off. The one time she'd been forward enough to stick her hand down his pants, he'd actually yelped--yelped like a scared puppy dog!-- and grabbed her hand, tellin' her he was busy.

"Taking care of River," he insists, whenever she asks what he's so busy with. But Kaylee knows it's a load of go se, 'cause more oftentimes than not now, River's more sensical than him, and the girl just looks at her older brother with that long-suffering look in her bottomless eyes.

So why? Why is Simon bound an' determined to not have the lotsa, lotsa sex Kaylee had told him they was gonna have after that first time?

Kaylee sighs and gets to cleaning the floor, thinkin' of all the ways sh