There is a plot in here...it just takes a while to get to it...they need to get the fun stuff over with before all the angst starts... :)

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Chapter 5

Sometime in the night, Kaylee woke, warm and comfortable and held tightly Simon’s arms. She lifted her head, smiling widely as lamps they’d forgotten to extinguish burned low, casting dancing images across the wall and their skin.

She trailed a finger down his chest, along the interplay of muscles she’d never known he even possessed and was rewarded with a soft, sleepy sigh. She leaned up to press her mouth to his as his eyes snapped open and shifted down to her, a mix of wonder and surprise lighting them.

She could feel his body tense and then relax when his sleep-addled mind recalled where he was – and whom he was with.

Her name slipped reverently from his mouth as he raised his hand to her hair, slid it over the silky softness and cupped her cheek.

“Simon.” Her eyes searched his for any regret. Much to her excitement, she found none, only a – a twinkle of something – hesitation, excitement, desire – something.

When he wordlessly drew her closer and pressed his lips to hers, she decided it was definitely desire. She melted into his arms and felt again the firm evidence of his desire pressing against her thighs. She wiggled against him, drawing a shocked gasp from his mouth, and chuckled.

“Kaylee – I –“

“Don’t even tell me you regret it. I might have to murder you in your sleep.”

He chuckled low and drew her closer. “Not at all. I –“

“Stop talkin’ Simon. You’re not too good at that.”

Simon grinned sheepishly. “The awkwardness has – ah, lessoned considerably after tonight, I think.” He pressed gentle kisses to the corner of her mouth, his lips trailing a heated path along her neck to her ear. A sudden thought occurred to him and he trailed his fingertips over her bare arms. “I didn’t get a chance to tell you how beautiful you looked tonight. River – well, she looked almost normal in her dress, dancing, I