Ut promptum: Joss / Omnimodus /Mutant Hostilis pwn. Incendia , Serenus , quod oh etiam , vestri animus. :)

Eh, it's not quite as I imagined it. It was definitely better in my head, lol, but oh well.

No, I haven't forgotten about my other stuff, I just needed to write this while I put the finishing touches on the next chapters of War Stories and Memoirs of a Companion.

Rated PG-13 for suggested sexual content.

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Simon, the boob:

"That was-"

"Don' worry 'bout it."

"I'm sorry, that's never happened before."

"I said it don' mat-You done this before?"

"I didn't say that."

"You said 'that's never happened before.' Means that sumthin' was happenin' before." Kaylee sat up and turned to glare at Simon.

"Kaylee, I-"

"You what? "

Simon was very confused and frustrated by the sudden turn in events, especially after his less than satisfactory performance of a few moments ago. "I just don't see what you're so upset about."

" Of course you don't!" she exclaimed angrily, hopping up and beginning to pull her clothes back on. "You don' understand nuthin' 'less it's in some fancy book or other." she was giving off every indication that she might start frothing at the mouth any second now. "All this time, I thought t'were just 'cause you's so proper and all, but here I find t'were just me!"

"Kaylee..." Simon plead, but it was no use, she was already gone.

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Judging by the racket coming from the engine room, Kaylee was still furious with him. This puzzled him a great deal, as he wasn't sure what he had said to upset her. Simon, while knowledgable and worldly concerning all things intellectual, was, quite frankly, a boob when it came to understanding women. And the hook, line, and sinker here was that he failed to grasp how one innocent-enough little comment from him had been taken in such a different light by Kaylee.

"Kaylee?" he asked softly, hovering in the doorway, not entirely certain that she wouldn't lob the wrench in her hand at him. Luckily,