Not really as happy with this chapter. I've re-written it more times than I care to count and I'm pretty tired of looking at it.

Now, to place blame (or credit depending on your POV) where it is due . . . Tessa (FrellingBlonde) is to blame for all the sex in this story. When she first read this, she was unhappy that I ended most of what are now explicit sex scenes before they actually got to that part.

So blame, or praise her for it all... :)

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Chapter 11

Kaylee stretched languidly against the warm body curled beside her. She yawned and buried her face in his shoulder inhaling the faint cedar scent that seemed to permeate his skin. The events of the previous night flashed through her mind and she shuddered, not wanting to relive those painful memories. When strong, protective arms tightened around her shoulders, she glanced up at him, her eyes bright.

“Is it morning?” he asked sleepily, brushing his lips against her forehead.

“Not until we get out of bed.” She wiggled against him, drawing a sleepy smile to his lips.

“I, ah – see.”

Kaylee giggled and raised her leg across his hips, brushing intimately against the growing heat of his arousal. “Time ta do more’n see.”

He slid his hand down over her shoulders and arm, fingers dancing to her side and down her hip before curling around the back of her thigh. He was in no hurry to face the world outside of the shuttle. In here, it was just Kaylee and him. “I think I can do that.”

“Think less, too.” Kaylee murmured as she responded to the subtle pressure of his hand at the back of her thigh and slid atop him. She rolled her hips against his and was rewarded with a low groan, and a satisfactory swelling of the organ trapped between them.

“Kaylee –“

She reached between him and drew her fist down his swelling heat. Before he could stop her, she’d guided him inside her, sinking down and taking him to the hilt before rising again and using her hand.

“Ugh.” Simon’s mind turned to mush as she continued to ride him in