The Dr. Tam Journals – Part 8 – Out of Gas

Morning came too quickly for Kaylee and she felt like she needed another hour or two of sleep to feel right. It was her own fault, staying awake, reading Simon’s journal to the wee hours, her eagerness to know everything overcoming her common sense which told her she needed her rest also. She felt Simon tug on her shoulder one more time and she turned her back to him, snuggling up under the covers and facing the wall.

“Ten more minutes,” she managed to croak, her mouth dry.

“You said that ten minutes ago,” Simon teased. “And twenty minutes ago also. Mal’s been asking for you. And River is eager to start the electronics diagnostics.”

Kaylee groaned. Slowly she turned and looked at him. Simon was already dressed and looked like he had washed and shaved also. “What time is it?”

“Almost 9,” he said with a smile and she sat up immediately.

“What? You should’ve wakened me!” she exclaimed.

“Well, I’ve been trying. Just seems you want to stay in bed all day,” he said. Then Simon grew more serious. “You aren’t sick…are you?” He immediately put a hand to her forehead.

“No. Just…went to bed late…was reading… you know.”

He took his hand away. “Oh. How far did you get?”

“Canton. Jayne the hero. You having dreams about having sex with me.” She grinned as she said this last, waiting for his reaction.

His reaction was puzzled. “Ah, I didn’t exactly write that I dreamed of …of making love, did I? I can’t remember. Wasn’t…no I ‘m sure I wrote I just dreamed...about you.” He turned to the desk and grabbed the notebook but Kaylee was at his side in a flash and took it from him. He didn’t protest and just looked at her, hair disheveled, silk night dress askew, looking very lovely in the morning.

“You dreamed about making love to me, didn’t you?” she said, holding the book to her chest, an impish grin on her face.

Simon smiled. “Ok, you’re right. I didn’t write it but after that joke you made about us making love, I couldn’t get the thought out of my he