Disclaimer: Firefly is not mine, just writing for fun. This is my first foray into non G, nothing too explicit, well maybe just a little PG-13.

Simon loved it when she wore those shorts. He wasn't sure if they were underwear or what, but he couldn't really control himself when Kaylee wore them. She had on that little tank, the brown one with the flowers, and Simon wasn't sure why, but her socks were pulled almost up to her knees and she had those cute buns on her head. She resembled those girls he remembered from school, they played field hockey every Tuesday and he would always remember to walk the long way to the transport, just to get a glimpse. As Kaylee sauntered up to Simon with a wicked grin spreading across her face, he leaned back on her bunk, arms bracing himself. She quickly straddled him, knees on each side of his hips, arms stretched out over his shoulders, not sitting on his lap but pressed against him as her head stayed a few inches from his, coming close to his then pulling back coyly. Of course he fell for the bait and leaned forward more, forcing Simon to wrap his arms around her waist. With only mere seconds to their lips meeting the comm in Kaylee’s bunk switched to life. “Kaylee! “, the Captain’s voice resonated off the hull’s walls, destroying the moment Simon and Kaylee were sharing,” We need you up in the cockpit. Gorram cortex feed is blown and I need to send a wave! Hurry up!” “Always when it’s gettin’ good”, Kaylee muttered as she slid off of Simon and grabbed for her shoes and coveralls. Simon leaned back again on his arms and groaned, “This is getting ridiculous. How many times in the past few days has this happened?” “Seven”, she replied as she began lacing up her boots. It seemed that the fates had been working against Simon and Kaylee. Everything on the ship was breaking down, nothing catastrophic but little things, making Kaylee feel like she was losing her touch with Serenity. And Simon was doing more non doctor duties that it would fill up most of his spare time. Any moment they had together was interrupted until they were too tired by the end of the day and just collapsed in each others arms. By now it was becoming truly irritating. Kaylee leaned down and kissed Simon quickly. “Kaylee!”, the intercom buzzed right as she was pulling back. With a little exasperated growl Kaylee punched the comm, “I’m comin’!” She then climbed up the ladder, leaving Simon to get himself ready for the rest of the day.

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“Did you double check the compression coil?” “Yep, I did full systems checks, everything’s in workin’ order. Did ya finish the inventory? You’re not on septic vac are ya, ‘cause we need to dump it ‘fore we hit atmo on Paquin!” “No, Jayne is.” Simon and Kaylee were frantically disrobing in his dorm room, finally they had some time to themselves. “River said we had about fifteen minutes before we landed.” “That’s plenty a time!”, Kaylee squealed as she began to take her socks off. "No, keep them on." She practically attacked him, jumping on him , wrapping her legs around his waist. He held her by her thighs, not wanting them to crash to the floor as he tried to keep his balance. Anything broken would definitely spoil the moment. She didn't even kiss him on the lips but went straight for the little spot behind his ear, next to the hair line, she knew that would drive him crazy. It worked, his eyes rolled back a little as he pushed her up against the wall. The walls began to shake, they were already hitting atmo, they’d be on the ground in just a few minutes. “I thought ya said we had fifteen minutes!” “We did! I was told fifteen!” The crackle of the comm interrupted them yet again, “Simon, report to the cargo bay, we’re leaving the second we hit dirt.” Gently setting Kaylee down to stand on her own and pout, Simon began flinging on his clothes with great irritation. “Simon!” the comm buzzed again. He practically punched the comm button and responded, “I’m coming!”

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“No ya ain’t”, Jayne chuckled as he kept himself from falling over in a fit of laughter. “Sir, when do you think they’re gonna figure out we got River “listening” in on them?”, Zoe asked leaning against the control panel. “Well, Simon’s top three percent, but I think he’s still a little addlepated. Kaylee’s ‘bout ready to burst. Whaddya say Lil’ Albatross, how much longer we got?” “At least until the end of the day.” “What happens at the end of the day?”, Zoe asked. “Inara will tell on us,” River replied, never taking her eyes off the controls as she landed. Hearing a throat clear, they all turned to see Inara leaning against the opening of the cockpit. “So that’s what has been so funny around here.”

Author's note: Added the sock thing for Manic Giraffe, just a little change, to help with productivity.