"Simon...oh, Simon! Yes!"

Mal groaned and pulled his pillow over his head, knowing full well it wouldn't do a damned thing to drown out the sounds coming from Kaylee's bunk. Of course he wanted Kaylee to be happy. He wanted to be happy for her. She'd had eyes for the doctor since the day he first boarded the ship, after all. And hell, Simon deserved to be happy. Mal just didn't need to hear the specific details of their happiness. The things she was currently begging Simon to do to her were not things that Mal wanted to imagine anyone doing to Kaylee. Or things that he wanted to imagine Simon doing to anyone, for that matter.

Oh, God, what had she just said? She was going to do what?

That one was going to be permenantly seared into his brainpan. Lovely.

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Zoe sighed with relief as silence finally settled over the ship. Did Kaylee and Simon really think they were being discreet? During the day, they were together almost constantly. Every day for almost a week now, they had shown up for breakfast together, usually late, and often with one of them wearing the same clothing they'd been wearing the day before. You didn't have to be, well, River to know what that meant. And then there were the nights.

If Wash had been there, he would have spent the past week teasing the young couple mercilessly. That would have been his way of giving them his blessing, of telling them that he was happy for them and wished them the best. And they would have understood that. Zoe couldn't think of a single way to tell them that it was all right, that she was, in fact, happy for them, and that they didn't have to hide on her account.

In the next bunk over, the sounds were starting up again.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me." Zoe moaned, reaching for a pillow to pull over her head.

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"Simon...oh, that's so good. Don't stop!"

"Kaylee, baobei, meili, Kaylee..."

Jayne pressed his ear against the wall, rolling his eyes. Would be that the doc would get all poetical about a