Author's note: 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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Simon could think of worse ways to wake up.

Hell, he'd experienced a number of them in ten months aboard Serenity. Alarms. Screaming. The ship listing to one side suddenly and violently and tossing him right out of his bed. And on one memorable occasion, Jayne marching into his room and dumping a bucket of ice water over his head.

He couldn't, however, think of a single better way to wake up. He bit back a groan as he reached down and slid his hands into Kaylee's hair, still not convinced he wasn't dreaming. The entire last two months with her seemed like a dream sometimes.

Kaylee moaned softly, then hummed a little, and felt Simon push up against her slightly in response. She took him deeper into her mouth, wrapping one hand around the base of his cock and squeezing gently. She pulled back so her lips were just resting on the tip, then slid back down over him, stroking him with her tongue as she went. He was so close to losing control, she could feel him trembling. But he was holding back, and she decided that just wouldn't do. Sucking harder, she grazed his skin with her teeth. He shouted and thrust up into her mouth, unable to hold himself still. Kaylee giggled, not minding at all.

"Oh, fuck..." Simon moaned. "Oh, God, Kaylee...I'm gonna..." Coherent speech became a distant memory as her mouth closed over him once more and he came so hard he could have sworn he blacked out for a few seconds. Kaylee didn't release him until he was done, then carefully cleaned him off with her tongue before crawling up his body and stretching out lazily on his chest, arching her back a little and smiling at him. "You look like the cat that got the cream."

Kaylee raised her eyebrows at his choice of