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Everything was perfect.

Except for the shouting match she had with Jayne before he, Mal, and Zoe left for planetside. And except for whatever was mucking up the environmental systems and turning the whole of Serenity into a sauna. Kaylee would fix both problems later.

Right now, here in Simon’s room, everything was perfect. He had stopped rubbing her feet, stopped laughing, and locked eyes with her. His hand had moved with a purpose over her bare ankle and started a painfully slow trip up her leg. Both had stopped breathing. And right now, she was the one needing fixing.

Their lips met and she pulled him on top of her. His hands lost all direction in the sea of clutching need, but now she had enough purpose for both of them, and between frantic kisses she was working to shed their clothing – first undoing, then pulling, then ripping.

Simon’s grip tightened on her arms, and he pushed her back to the bed. Suddenly he stopped and studied her through bright eyes. Her jumpsuit was down to her waist now, her chest bare, and her amber hair splayed across white sheets and slender shoulders. Steady hands landed on those shoulders, pulling her arms away from her sides, and slid down over smooth pink skin - impossibly slowly, impossibly lightly – traveling over her floating ribs, shifting as she breathed, then circling under the warm mounds of her breasts.

His fingers traced around each, circling patterns across flushed, rosy skin. It was too gentle, too light. Her dry mouth worked silently in desperation, but the torture was unrelenting. Just intricate, tingling patterns racing across her breasts dotted with lightning flashes of pleasure when he brushed across her firm peaks. He’s done this before.

After an endless blissful torment, one hand slid down over her stomach and into the depths of her jumpsuit... over her thigh …across her mound to the other thigh as her hips arched.

The stillness of the room’s soft glow was broken by an involuntary moan as Kaylee’s core pleaded for his touch.