Interruptions

Spoilers- Movie and series.

Disclaimer- None of the characters belong to me, all belong to the Joss god.

Note- It was requested and thus it appears.

Note2- Thanks to GrayMatter for beta-ing.

Translations:

Ai ya- Damn

Ta ma de- Fuck me blind

xxx

Part 2: Mal

“Simon, can you hand me that wrench over there?” Kaylee pointed to a small temporary shelf on the wall behind the doctor.

Simon turned in the small space to grab it, snagging his shirt on a torn piece of Serenity’s hull. He turned back to Kaylee, the shirt tearing.

Simon looked down at the rip that went from chest to hip. He fingered the ragged edges. “Ai ya.”

Kaylee turned to the good doctor, She grimaced as she saw the tear, then, as she usually did, smiled. “At least it was the shirt this time and not you.”

Simon grinned; Kaylee’s good mood was especially infectious. “What’s another scar to add to the list?”

“Well, it would be a shame to tear that skin again. Plus, the healing time would cut into our… other activities.” The tip of Kaylee’s tongue was held between her teeth.

Simon leaned closer to her. “What? You mean repairing the ship?”

Kaylee grinned. “Yeah, that’s right-“

Simon cut her off, pressing his mouth to hers. As their kisses usually did, it soon got out of control. Kaylee reached out and grabbed his torn shirt in her hands; deftly she tore it apart, sliding the tattered remains down his arms.

“That’s better,” she mumbled against his lips. She slid her hands up and down his torso, grinning as he moaned. “Much better.”

“But now you’re wearing too many clothes.”

“Better do something bout that than.”

Simon’s hands plunged into Kaylee’s open coveralls, dragging her shirt up as his hands moved. She scrambled frantically to get her arms out of the confining coveralls and lifted her arms, allowing Simon to sweep her shirt over her head.

Kaylee whimpered as he moved to suck on that sweet spot that connected her neck and shoulders. “Simon.”

Kaylee let her fingers trace Simon’s scar.