Disclaimer: Firefly is not mine, just writing for fun.

A/N: So, I was asked to post The Retribution Series as one story. Here it is. There has been a little bit of rewriting, so it could connect better. I rated it PG-13 for some situations and implications. Simon/Kaylee, Mal/Inara (ish). Big thanks to Gypsylife for the help and hope you enjoy it! Comments are always welcomed!

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Simon loved it when she wore those shorts. He couldn't control himself when Kaylee wore them. She had on that little tank, the brown one with the flowers, and Simon wasn't sure why, but her socks were pulled almost up to her knees and she had those cute buns on her head.

She resembled those girls he remembered from school, the one's who played field hockey every Tuesday. He would always remember to walk the long way to the transport, just to get a glimpse.

As Kaylee sauntered up to Simon with a wicked grin spreading across her face, he leaned back on her bunk, arms bracing himself.

She quickly straddled him, knees on each side of his hips, arms stretched out over his shoulders, not sitting on his lap but pressed against him. Her head stayed a few inches from his, coming close to his then pulling back coyly.

It was one of the things Simon loved so much about Kaylee, her playfulness. Of course he fell for the bait and leaned forward more, forcing him to wrap his arms around her waist.

With only mere seconds to their lips meeting the com in Kaylee’s bunk switched to life.

“Kaylee! “, the Captain’s voice resonated off the hull’s walls, destroying the moment Simon and Kaylee were sharing,” We need you up in the cockpit. Gorram cortex feed is blown and I need to send a wave! Hurry up!”

“Always when it’s gettin’ good”, Kaylee muttered as she slid off of Simon and grabbed for her shoes and coveralls.

Simon leaned back on his arms, rolled his eyes, and groaned, “This is getting rid