Returning to the ship after their "picnic," Simon and Kaylee had been confronted in the cargo bay by Mal and Zoe. The former had reprimanded them for "disappearing" without telling anyone, then stalked off before either of them could traumatize him with any explanation of where they had been or what they had been doing.

Zoe had simply shook her head at them and given them a quick reproach for staying out in the rain, actually using the very maternal phrase "catch your death," much to Simon's surprise. But he didn't have time to ponder her strange behavior as Kaylee pulled him through the cargo bay, heading for the passenger dorms instead of the dining area.

"Thought we were going to have some tea first." He chuckled.

"Nah, I ain't thirsty." Kaylee replied with a giggle. "Besides, I believe I've heard before that the best way to warm up is body heat. Y'know, get naked and wrap up in blankets with someone? I got that right, Doctor?"

"Absolutely." Simon said. "Don't tell me I'm rubbing off on you, too."

"Maybe a little." Kaylee agreed. "But I think you oughta rub off on me a bit more."

Simon felt his cheeks burn even as he laughed. It seemed like there was no phrase that his sweet-looking Kaylee couldn't turn. He let her pull him into his room and shut the door.

"Why don't we get you out of those wet clothes and dry you off?" He asked. Opening the cabinet under the sink, he pulled out a small stack of towels. By the time he turned back, Kaylee was kicking aside her wet jumpsuit and peeling her t-shirt over her head.

As soon as she was naked, he gently rubbed a towel over her wet hair, then down her back, while she got to work unbuttoning his shirt. Before long they were both naked and drying each other. The contact excited Kaylee, and she started "accidentally" letting the towel slip and running her hand across Simon's damp skin instead. Within a few minutes, the towel he held dropped to the floor, forgotten as his careful fingers grazed the sides of her breasts, drawing a soft gasp from her.