Simon’s hands were large, strong and incredibly soft. Those hands lifted Kaylee’s shirt over her head and traveled in a firm touch down her back to settle comfortably at her waist. The heat created where the doctor’s palms met her skin made the rest of her burn. The engine room, whirring and humming around them as the ship hit atmo, made the temperature in the room rise a few more degrees as the engine worked extra hard to get Serenity flying faster. He moved his hands to the back of her bra and Kaylee briefly fantasized about what those – precise, healing, talented hands – could do to her. She brought her own rough, grease-stained hands up to grip Simon's strong shoulders, his shirt long since lost to the far side of the engine room. They both begin to sweat with the heat and the effort of their foreplay.

Their coupling was intense and fiery – the result of months of built-up sexual frustration and longing finally set free. Their kisses were long, exploratory and full of want. Simon held her body as close to his as possible and she savored his possessive grip on her body. Kaylee battled her conflicting desire to continue their lovemaking forever and her need to have him fill her right the hell now. If anyone chanced upon them during their tryst, they didn’t notice. Their sense of touch heightened so much as to drown out all of their other senses.

Now, Kaylee hadn’t been remotely virginal since she was 14, when she’d let the neighbor’s boy go “exploring” with her in the woods behind her house. But this--the things Simon's hands were doing--made her blush and tremble like was her first time all over again. Except, thank goodness, without the awkward fumbling and quick finish.

For his part, the good doctor certainly wasn’t shy about sex when it came to actually doing it. He delighted in eliciting pleasurable reactions from her body: a shiver, a moan, an inadvertent thrust of her hips. At a certain point – it was probably when Kaylee turned her lips to his ear and whispered “now, Simon. No more waitin’”