In the dining area, Kaylee opened one of the small lockers and took out a loaf of bread. It was dry and stale, but she could make do. She opened another locker and took out a small jar of strawberry jam that Simon had bought for her on their last trip to Beaumonde.

Just as she was opening a drawer to find a butter knife, she heard sound behind her and smiled, waiting for him to touch her before she acknowledged his presence.

"Come back to bed." He whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"I will in a minute. Just worked up an appetite." She turned around in his arms and laughed. "You put your drawers back on?"

"Well, I..." He stammered and scratched behind his ear the way he did when he was uncomfortable.

Kaylee laughed harder and grabbed the waistband of his shorts. "Take 'em off, honey. Only ones gonna see ya are me and Serenity, and we've seen it all before." As she pushed his boxers down, she ran a hand over him, watching him harden under her touch. She looked at the stale loaf of bread on the counter, then back at his rising erection, and a wicked grin crossed her face. "Think I just found a better place to put this."

Simon could only watch, stunned, as Kaylee sank to her knees, dipped one finger in the jar, and rubbed it over the head of his cock. She looked up at him, almost innocently. That is, until she licked her lips and placed them on the tip, licking the jam off of his skin before taking more of him into her mouth, relaxing the muscles in her throat to let as much of him slide between her lips as she could, using her hand to stroke the base.

His low, broken groan excited her, and she felt herself getting wetter, the dull ache between her thighs growing stronger. Whimpering around his swelling shaft, she reached down with her other hand and slid a finger into herself, pressing her thumb against her clit. Her core spasmed and she started sucking on him harder, adding another finger and speeding up the movement of her hand.

"God, Kaylee." Simon groaned. He looked do