Author's note: Yeah, I know, this took FOREVER. You don't even wanna know...let's just say my mother is a psychotic devil-woman who doesn't know the pressure a fic writer is under. *sigh*

AN #2: I'm putting out a request to all my readers for plot bunnies, prompts, ideas, whatever you wanna call 'em. If I use your idea, I'll give you credit when I write the fic. If I don't use your idea...well, write it yourself! We need more people writing S/K smut, after all. ;)

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"Kaylee, you almost ready to go?" Simon called. He knocked on the door to the room that had been River's, until she and Kaylee had swapped rooms two weeks earlier. It had been River's idea to switch, when Mal had mentioned changing living arrangments so that Simon and Kaylee could be together without having to worry about disturbing the rest of the crew. He'd been concerned at first, but it hadn't lasted.

As strange as it was to have his sister suddenly be so much less dependant on him, it was also a great relief. And besides, now he finally had time and energy and thought to devote to Kaylee. He hadn't been able to even think of being with her like that before. That was what had kept him at a distance from her for eight long months. He'd been afraid of hurting her, or worse, of putting her in danger, either from the Alliance or another enemy. A shudder passed through him as he recalled Jubal Early's threats, the images that had flashed through his mind as a result of the bounty hunter's words. The thought of anyone harming Kaylee because of him...he pushed it to the back of his mind.

Instead, he thought about the past two weeks, of being close to Kaylee, with only two thin doors and a narrow hallway seperating them. And often less than that. Without even talking about it, they seemed to end up alternating, one night in her room, the next in his. Even when they didn't make love, they slept in each other's arms. Falling asleep to the sound of her heartbeat and quiet breathing, waking up with her in his arms, ma