"You know, if anyone finds us in here..." Simon was cut off by Kaylee's lips pressing against his.

"Depends who it is." She said breathlessly as they broke apart. "If it's the captain, sure, we'll be in trouble. If it's Jayne...we could make a lot of money."

"Kaylee!" Simon groaned, shuddering at the mere idea. But at the same time, he tried and failed to keep from laughing. "That is depraved."

"And you love it." Kaylee giggled. She gave herself a mental pat on the back for this idea. Lately they'd been 'surprising' each other during the day, meeting up and sneaking off to some private spot somewhere on the ship. Minutes earlier, she had found Simon walking through the cargo bay and pulled him into a far, dark corner behind a stack of crates.

He'd protested at first, pointed out how likely they were to get caught. But Kaylee had convinced him quickly enough. Somehow he found it difficult to say 'no' when she was kissing the breath out of him and slipping her hand down his pants.

Not to mention that lately all it took for him to get hard was the sound of her voice. It was like Pavlov's gorram bell. He might have been embarassed by his reaction if it hadn't been obvious that he had a similar effect on Kaylee.

"God, Kaylee, what you do to me." He groaned against her neck, fumbling with the zipper on her jumpsuit. She let it slide down to pool at her feet, kicking one leg out of it so she could wrap herself around him.

"Nothin' more than you do to me." Kaylee replied. She knew exactly what she did to him. She kissed, stroked, and sexed the Core right out of him, and it made her insanely proud. Her smirk faded and her mouth dropped open when he slipped his hand between her thighs. He gave her a wicked grin when felt her wetness on his skin, with no cloth barrier seperating them. "Laundry day." She panted.

"Right." Simon chuckled. He slid a finger into her, then used his free hand to push her shirt up, just far enough to expose her breasts. He was so focused on her, on the taste of her skin and