Written for the "Several Ways" lj community challenge, challenge #2: "several ways to make love".

Four little drabbles that focus on Kaylee and her perceptions on some of her other crew members and, of course, making love. (They are not, specifically, about Kaylee making love *to* the characters.)

I wanted to challenge myself, so there is no Jayne/Kaylee. There is, however: Kaylee/Wash, Kaylee/Inara, Kaylee/Book and Kaylee/Simon/River.

Be warned: the fourth one contains minor hints and suggestions of dubious-consent, but it's incredibly minor and subtle.

Disclaimer: I believe in fairies! (are they mine yet?) I believe in fairies! (are they mine yet?). I do!

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RUNNIN' IN NEUTRAL.

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She's always had a sharpness to her, something bright and honest, something that can tune into anything and slide herself in on that frequency. It helped her fix a million and one things a time or two and, sometimes, it helps her fix herself.

"Got a half line over there?"

"Yeah."

It's easy like this and she likes easy, the two of them lying on their backs, all smooshed in together under the console, their shoulders side by side and forced to touch. Nature of the job that makes them this familiar with each other, they're the only two on board that know the ship like this, the only two that know what to do, that would get anything solved in a mess of parts and wires.

She can't help but think that it's a stark contrast to the shy, awkward doctor, the pretty man that always makes sure his flesh is a safe and proper distance from her own, that always makes sure he thinks about every word he says before he can bring himself to say it.

Her fingers slide, greasy and slick, over his as he hands the wire to her.

"Thanks Wash."

Now Wash, he's a man that knows polite from proper, he knows respect and she ain't ever felt nothin' else from him. But she's felt a thing or two else and it don't