Disclaimer: Firefly and all its characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and Fox.

Authors note: I just wrote this up this morning so I apologize for any grammatical errors and such though you can criticize me for them anyways.

Kaylee’s eyes languidly scanned over Simons handsome dark hair, down to his neck and finally rested on his strong, broad shoulders. She took a quiet, deep breath and shifted her feet, her eyes staying on his form. She imagined touching him. Her fingers raking though his hair, her palms pressed against his strong bare chest. Her skin felt sensitive as her thoughts roamed. The feel of his skilled surgeons hands on her body.

Kaylee took another deep breath, feeling her breasts move against her shirt as her chest expanded. She knew Simon was a passionate person. He was passionate in his love for his sister, he was passionate in his practice, and he was passionately protective and loyal to his “family”. She knew he’d be a passionate lover. Pure, fun sex was one thing, but fun sex with someone who cares about you, who would never hurt you, and a person who truly respects you, that’s another. Simon was all of those things to Kaylee.

She shifted the weight on her feet again, and looked up. No signal yet. Kaylee’s thoughts returned to Simon. He’d been on the ship for months now and still nothing had happened. Kaylee approached him a short time ago, and they’d almost kissed but were interrupted innocently by Shepard. Simon made no move since then and neither had she. It was torture. She couldn’t stop thinking about him and in such close quarters it was impossible to avoid him. Not that she would. She was failingly trying to be patient. Simon had a great weight on his shoulders with River being sick. She made a promise to herself that she wouldn’t push him. She would wait until he was ready to be more than just friends. Not that her promise stopped her from dropping not so subtle hints every so often.

A smile touched her lips despite her efforts to hide her thoughts. Simo