Disclaimer: I do not own Firefly, it belongs to Joss Whedon.

Part four in a smut series of mine. Check out my profile for the first three parts titled: 1. Tension, 2. Touch Me, Trust Me and 3. Prelude

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"Tell me that you want this, Kaylee," Simon said softly.

Kaylee whimpered as his silky tone slipped over her. She was so relaxed, so ready that she wasn’t sure she could form the words he’d asked of her. But she knew she needed to. She had grown accustomed to his bedside manner, so to speak, and she knew that he was only asking it of her because he only wanted her to be happy, only wanted to do it if she wanted it too. Though she was sure her physical responses to his ministrations spoke volumes, she knew that Simon just wanted to be sure.

“I want this, Simon,” she replied, meeting his incredible, periwinkle-blue eyes. “Please…”

Simon smiled softly, nodding lightly. He leaned in slowly and pressed his lips to Kaylee’s, his eyes fluttering closed as he felt the heat from her mouth seep into him. He could feel her trembling beneath him, vibrating with passion and need. He kissed her deeply for a few long moments, his hands delicately fluttering over the flesh of her sides. He pulled away from her, his lips tingling, tasting her, and exhaled. His eyes fluttered open and drank in the sight of her, her flushed body beneath him, warm and ready.

The young doctor slowly slipped down Kaylee’s body once more. He knew she wanted to feel him inside of her, hell, he wanted to be inside of her too, but he wasn’t through yet. He needed to taste her, to see just how ready she really was for him.

Simon left a trail of kisses from Kaylee’s lips, down along her throat, over her collarbone, across her chest, over her breasts, along her ribcage and down over her belly. He stopped at her navel for just a moment to tease at it with his tongue, trailing it around the rim, dipping in, eliciting a gasp and moan from Kaylee.

He continued