The Snake in the Apple Tree 2

by belasera

A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend: All recognizable characters, etc. belong not to me, but to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and Fox, and no money is being made here. The story, however, is mine.

Part of the sequel to the Apples series, the missing piece of the morning after and what Kaylee saw, Simon’s POV

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Simon saw. He didn’t like what he saw, but he saw it alright.

Kaylee, the sweetest friend he’d never deserved, Kaylee. Coming out of Jayne’s bunk, looking for all the world like Jayne’d had his hands all over her. He couldn’t help but thank Buddha for the blessing of his timing. If he’d been a moment earlier, if he’d opened the hatch to that bunk to find the two of them….wuo de ma, he could only handle so much of this..this thing.

They were laughing at him. He couldn’t help but think it, laughing at the gullible core worlder not comprehending the games they played out here in the long stretch of black. Except she wouldn’t, Kaylee wouldn’t set him up as a mark, wouldn’t giggle as Jayne whispered in her ear, told her what he’d done. Simons face was tight and hot, seemed no end to the ways this ship could humiliate him, it was a feeling he was becoming accustomed to, and wrong footed seemed to be his way of walking these days.

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It was two weeks ago that he’d woken up to a new dimension of discomfort. After he’d, after they’d…he could hardly think of it without feeling the need to hide in his bunk, fold to the desperate mix of shame and arousal that left him painfully hard. It was almost too intense to remember what they’d done, and almost too embarrassing to remember the morning after.

He’d woken sore and fuzzy headed, his muscles taut with a tense recollection even as his eyes cleared, focused on Jayne crouching over him fully dressed, his t-shirt tucked so neatly that for a moment Simon thought he’d suffered a head injury, passed out in the dining room and dreamt the rest. But Jayne wasn’t looking him in the eye