Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns it, I just take it out for a night on the town every so often.

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It felt as though they were suspended in their own reality matrix. Simon kissed, touched, caressed, licked, nibbled every piece of flesh he could get his hands on. When he was with Kaylee, nothing else mattered. Propriety was long since forgotten; decorum had no place in their bed. When Simon was with Kaylee, the only thing he thought of was her and how to bring her to her fall.

He knew exactly where to touch, how to touch, how to stroke. He knew which caresses brought the most pleasurable sensations. It was a challenge the first time to find all of Kaylee's special spots, but now it was a fine art to elicit from those spots the sensations that could bring her to the edge.

As he moved in her, filling her, becoming a part of her, Simon kept her from losing herself in the moment with a few gentle kisses. He brushed her neck, her collar, her shoulder with his lips, barely a flutter. Simon sucked at the hollow of her throat, expertly making use of tongue and teeth to make her shudder, tremble as he worked himself in her.

With Kaylee, it was always making love. It wasn’t sex, it wasn't fucking, although Jayne might be tempted to use that term. No, it was always love, because that was the most overwhelming sensation he felt when he coupled with her. There was nothing more, nothing less. Just love and the physical sensations that accompanied it.

Their rhythm, the rhythm Simon was setting, became more frantic, more heated as they were both brought to the edge. As a climax shook his body, Simon felt like he was falling, like he would never feel solid ground again. And then, as quickly as it came on, the feeling ceased and he collapsed, spent, beside her on the bed. His eyes fluttered open slowly and he looked at her.

Her eyes were glazed with a sheen of spent lust, with contentment and relaxation. Simon moved his body off of