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Simon had thought that sex was an art. Terms like rutting or humping were gratuitous, uncivilized ways of expressing the actions involved. Making love - that's what Simon had always called it, what it had always been. But then he'd met Kaylee.

It was still making love, but the art was gone - replaced with instinct. They humped like crazy all over the ship, but mostly in the engine room. She loved the engine room. He smiled to himself as he thought of that, thought of the way her voice rose in pitch as she called his name; the sound of the fission reactor made sure no one else ever heard that, made sure that she was his and only his.

He might not have been able to adjust to Kaylee's style of sex, otherwise.

They never did anything anywhere else on board Serenity if all the crew was accounted for. Too much risk for even Kaylee's taste, and neither of them were ready to share their relationship with the others. Only River knew, and she hadn't been told, hadn't seen. She'd simply known, which hadn't really bothered Simon very much. Kaylee and River liked one another - they were innocent together.

The sound of Simon's laughter careened off the walls of the infirmary. Innocent and Kaylee were two words that should no longer be placed together in his mind. She'd left her innocence firmly behind her when she'd come to him the last time they were on Persephone, brown eyes glittering with mischief and want. He'd been so utterly unprepared for her then, so totally immersed in his ideas of sex and love. Chivalry and honor had been his sustaining traits out in the Black, and he found them lacking when put to the test.

He'd tried to be gentle, to go slowly, but she'd pushed him back against the cabinets of the small kitchen and fumbled with his pants. Her tongue had been hot against his