Title: A First Time for Everything Rating: NC-17 Synopsis: Kaylee does something that shakes Simon’s trust. Timeline: Takes place 10 months after Serenity, the movie.

Notes: Next part of a series beginning with : And So It Begins, Kiss Me, Coming Together, Tell Me, What’s Proper?, Tears ,Peekaboo, Impatient, Waking Up is Hard to Do, The Talk, I See You, Exhaustion,Moving Day, Celebration, Surprise , Vacation, Reunion, Manipulation, Baby Talk, A First Time for Everything

Disclaimer: This story is not meant to infringe on the copyright of any person or company related to the trademarked characters and situations depicted in the Serenity movie or Firefly series. I make no money from this. Only done for fun – and a desperate craving to have more stories told about this wonderful ‘verse Joss Whedon created.

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Part 1

Jayne lumbered into the kitchen just as Kaylee stood beside the table, smiling that sickening just-got-laid smile into her water glass.

They’d missed breakfast – again – but it didn’t matter. Kaylee was just going to get some water, maybe a protein bar to share with Simon and go back to bed. There wasn’t anything that needed done right away this morning. And if there was, Kaylee knew the Captain knew where to find them.

“Amazin’ the doc can keep ya so well sexed bein’ as little as he is.” Jayne muttered as he sat down at the table and started pulling out his equipment.

Kaylee stared at him for a long moment, eyes flicking down at the guns he carefully laid out at the end of the table. She’d grown used to Jayne’s comments but this time, after being happily sexed all morning, the comment annoyed her in a disturbing way. “Why you gotta put Simon down all the time?”

Jayne tilted his head as he examined the barrel of one of the smaller guns. “Well – you’re right. Ain’t his fault he’s little.”

Kaylee’s normally cheerful face scrunched into a frown. “That ain’t so, Jayne.”

“Sure it is. He –“

Kaylee leveled a happy smile at the mercenary. “Ain’t small where it counts.”

Jayne laughed and shifted his eyes toward the grinning girl. The smile slid off his face when he saw her twinkling eyes. “Is that so?”

Kaylee smiled dreamily. “Um hmm.”

“You’re lyin’.”

Kaylee was horrified that he didn’t believe her. “Not so!”

Jayne set his gun carefully down on the table and gave her his full attention. A wicked thought entered his head and he grinned. “Then how abouts you measure your little boy and we’ll see how he – holds up – to a real man.”

Kaylee squinted at Jayne. “To you, ya mean.”

Jayne grinned smugly. “Ain’t any bigger on this boat, lil’ Kaylee.”

“You’ll start leavin’ Simon alone if I tell ya?” Kaylee’s eyes were hopeful. Simon clearly disliked Jayne for his continuous crudeness. Maybe she could end some of the tension between the two men. They could all use a little less of Jayne’s crude comments.

“Oh, only if he’s bigger than, say,” He held up his hands, giving her a visual measurement. “Which I’d be amazed if he’s even close ta that.”

Kaylee smiled widely and started toward the engine room. “Deal.” When she reached the doorway, she turned and shot him a big sunny smile. “Gonna make you eat your words, Jayne Cobb.”

~*~

Kaylee all but skipped to Simon’s – now their – bunk, required instrument in hand. She’d left Simon sound asleep and hoped he’d still be in bed, recovered from their earlier activities.

Once safely inside, door locked and tools resting on the side of the bed, she quietly removed her clothes, dropping them in a neat pile at the foot of the bed. She could hear him breathing deeply and she stifled a giggle. Guess she had worn him out earlier.

She pulled the sheet covering his body away and smiled appreciatively when he shifted his weight and then relaxed. For a long moment, she simply stared down at him, mouth watering, feeling her body respond to the beautiful sight sprawled out before her. He had such perfect, pale skin that covered a lithely muscled, athletic frame and all she wanted to do was eat him up every time she saw that beautiful body.

When Kaylee knelt on the bed and crawled halfway up his still form, he woke and glanced down at her through sleepy eyes.

“Kaylee?” His voice was rough from sleep, which only served to arouse her further.

“Hi sweetie.” Kaylee slid her hands up his legs to his thighs, before wrapping deft fingers around his flaccid length and giving it a few slow, sure strokes.

When those pretty blue eyes widened and he smiled at her, she felt her knees go weak. But she had a goal and she was determined to fulfill it so she could get on with the more fun part a sexin’ her man.

She hadn’t truly realized until now how annoying Jayne’s comments about Simon really were. It hadn’t been too long ago that he’d said something that really upset Simon and when she’d questioned him later about it, he’d just kissed her and said it didn’t matter. Now, she knew it probably mattered a lot more than he was letting on. Well, she could shut Jayne up now, with a measuring stick and a smug smile.

Kaylee lifted Simon’s quickly swelling length and bent to press a kiss to the soft head, smiling up at him as she parted her lips and sucked just the very tip into her mouth. She groaned happily when she felt him surge in her mouth and eagerly licked at the slit tasting the precome that leaked over her tongue.

She stroked him with her hands and sucked him with her mouth, grinning happily when it took no time at all for him to reach his full size. “Wanna do somethin’, k?”

When her mouth left him to speak, he found his mind cleared enough for him to inquire as to what she wanted to do. He never minded her little games. Enjoyed them quite a lot, actually.

“Measure ya,” Kaylee answered him with a smile, quickly procuring the necessary tool to do just that.

Simon’s eyes widened and he flushed slightly. No woman had ever wanted to do that before. He’d never had anyone complain about his size. “Why?” he managed to ask, not sure if he really wanted the answer. Was he suddenly not good enough for her? The nervousness certainly had an affect on him and before she answered, she bent and took him in her mouth again, swirling her tongue maddeningly along the sensitive ridge and forcing a strangled hiss from his lips.

The worry faded into the back of his mind as she worked him with her tongue and hands, bringing him to an almost painful hardness again. She took her measurement and then tossed the tools aside as he asked again.

This time, their eyes locked and her smile widened. “Never cared to before. Wanted to do it at least once.”

Simon wanted to ask why, but when she sat up and rubbed him against her wet folds, he lost the ability to form a coherent thought. And he didn’t even care about it anymore when she sank down onto him and began rocking back and forth, her body clenching around him each time she sank down atop his hips. His hands flew to her waist, driving her up and down in a steady motion.

When she leaned over him, her breasts dragged across his chest, and he could feel the already firm nipples brush against his. With some sixth sense Simon had no idea she possessed, she plucked the worried thought right out of his head. “Ya ain’t small, sweetie. I was just curious, is all.”

Then her lips covered his and she thrust her tongue into his mouth and he no longer cared about Kaylee’s odd behavior. All that mattered was her softly panting body in his arms and her tight, wet heat surrounding him.

~*~

A while later, Kaylee slipped out of a slumbering Simon’s arms and out of their bunk, eager to deliver the information that would end Jayne’s crude comments toward Simon. She marched straight to the galley, knowing that he would still be cleaning and caressing his precious firearms with as much care and precision as Simon had just sexed her.

True to form, he was still there, smiling at big Vera as if she was the most pleasurable whore in the ‘verse.

“Done already?” Jayne didn’t even look up.

“I get to know ‘bout you if I’m tellin’ ya ‘bout Simon.”

Jayne glanced up with a raised eyebrow. He stared at the scrap of paper in her hand and held out his own hand. “Gimme a piece then. I’ll write it down for ya. Can post it over yer bunk so’s when you’re in the mood for a real man ya can remember who’s sleepin’ right down the hall.”

Kaylee wrinkled her nose at his comment and tore off a piece of the paper on which she’d written down her acquired measurement. She tossed it on the table, along with a stylus.

Jayne smirked and wrote down the number, confident that whatever Kaylee had in her hand wouldn’t even come close. Simon was just too wee. Too pretty. He was over endowed with brains. Unlikely he’d be over endowed in the most important place too.

“There, done.” Jayne tossed the stylus onto the table and held up the scrap of paper. “Now show me, lil’ girl.”

“On the table.” Kaylee confidently held the scrap out and nodded to Jayne, who understood and reached out to drop the paper into the center of the table at the same time Kaylee did.

Both looked quickly at the number scrawled onto each piece and a quiet moment passed before Jayne pushed himself to his feet. “You’re lyin’.”

Kaylee smiled triumphantly at the suddenly agitated mercenary. “Ain’t so.”

“Is so. Ain’t no way. He’s too tiny. Nope. Don’t believe that one bit.” Jayne scowled at her. “Shoulda known you’d cheat to protect yer man.”

Mal and Zoe stopped in the doorway and stared at the two, wondering what they’d just walked in on.

“It’s true. Measured myself.”

“Measured what?” Mal asked first, his gaze alternating between the two. Zoe’s gaze swept over the two and she remained silent, waiting.

His question went unanswered as Jayne snapped. “I don’t believe you.”

“Don’t care. You made a promise. Now you gotta be nice to Simon.”

“Nice to Simon?” Mal stepped closer to the table.

“What promise is that?” Simon entered from the passenger dorms, that annoying just-got-laid grin that Jayne had come to despise plastered across his pretty face.

“Simon!” Kaylee jumped into his line of sight so he wouldn’t see the table and wrapped her arms around his neck.

If he noticed her nervous action, he gave no indication. Her mouth on his served as a sufficient distraction.

Mal and Zoe caught the nervous tone in Kaylee’s voice and leaned forward to look onto the table. Seeing numbers they didn’t understand, they stepped back.

“Yer woman’s been lyin’. Better talk to her about that.” Jayne scoffed, snapping up one of his guns and sliding it into its holster.

“Really?” Simon smiled at Kaylee, who had turned to glare at Jayne, her eyes begging him not to say more. Simon slid his arms around her waist and hugged her tightly. “Well, if you’re irritating Jayne then its –“

“Never pegged ya for a liar, lil’ Kaylee.” Jayne ignored her pleading look and squinted at Simon a sudden thought coming to him. After a moment he laughed, loud and long. “She didn’t tell ya what it was for, did she?”

Simon’s brows knitted together. “What?”

Jayne slapped the table and guffawed. “Oh, too good, lil’ Kaylee.”

“Jayne –“

Mal and Zoe exchanged a confused look as Inara walked in and immediately stopped, sensing an unexplainable tension in the room.

Simon simply watched quietly, not quite understanding himself.

“She measure ya earlier?” Jayne enjoyed the slight flush that immediately tinted Simon’s cheeks.

Simon was instantly flustered. How did Jayne know about that? “I don’t – I don’t see as that is any of your business.”

“It ain’t sweetie, lets go.” Kaylee took Simon’s arm and started to lead him out of the room.

But Jayne wasn’t done. “What’d she tell ya she wanted it for?”

“That is none of – “ Simon stopped and looked down at Kaylee, confusion registering on his handsome face. How and why did Jayne, of all people, know about this? “Kaylee?”

“Don’t matter, Simon. He’s just bein’ mean.” She tried to tug on his arm, to get him out of the room so they could talk in private, but Simon held his ground.

“She made a bet with me. Insistin’ you was,” Jayne’s eyes swept appraisingly down Simon’s body, “bigger than ya look.”

Inara’s eyes widened and Zoe stiffened next to Mal, whose mouth fell open.

“What?” His disbelieving tone cut into Kaylee like a knife. Simon stared down at her, hoping that Jayne was wrong; hoping that she hadn’t really lied to him simply to win a bet against the man-ape. “Kaylee?” He held his breath waiting for her answer. The longer he waited, the more betrayed he felt.

When she finally spoke it was too late. “Did it cause he was raggin’ on ya. Wanted ta shut him up.”

Simon stepped away from her, shaking his head. He was more embarrassed than he wanted to admit. And now he was angry. Kaylee had never lied to him. “So you – so you lied to me, in bed of all places, to – to – win a bet?”

Even Mal winced at the tone in Simon’s voice. Normally, he’d be upset at anyone talking to Kaylee in such a manner but this time, as much as he didn’t want to admit it, Simon had a point.

“Jayne wouldn’t stop –“

“You lied to me.” The disbelief in his voice was palpable.

Kaylee sobbed and reached for his hand, but he stepped away, waiting for her answer.

“Only wanted to shut ‘em up.” Tears welled in her eyes. Simon was upset and understandably so. She could see it in his crestfallen face, in his beautiful expressive blue eyes. She had lied to him. She knew he was a private person. And she’d betrayed his trust by lying to him about wanting information that should have remained between them. And he had given it so willingly, trustingly, and she had flippantly turned around and shared that information with another man. And not just any man. One who, for some reason no one had ever been able to discover, really, really disliked Simon.

Simon’s mouth hung open in disbelief and his eyes held a betrayed hurt that at once thrust and twisted a knife into her heart.

“She lied anyway,” Jayne continued, glancing down at the scraps of paper on the table. He was oblivious to the tension that had just quadrupled in the room. “Ain’t no way ya that –“

Mal had had just about enough of this topic. As it was, Kaylee was on the verge of tears and Simon, well, he’d never seen Simon so hurt and angry. “Jayne.”

Jayne glanced at Mal huffed in annoyance at being silenced but said no more.

Simon strode quickly over to the table and glanced down at the scraps of paper. His face was an expressionless mask as he said simply, “No. Kaylee doesn’t lie.” But this time she had lied. To him. Someone she had over and over professed to love. Why hadn’t she just told him the truth?

Kaylee reached for him as he strode past her, carefully avoiding any contact with his upset girlfriend. He needed to get away before he said something he truly didn’t mean.

Mal pursed his lips and stared down at the numbers. “Huh.”

TBC