Tuesday, January 2, 2007

A little fluff in the Maya 'verse after CHRISTMAS PERFECT and before we get to the serious business of Simon and Kaylee's wedding ... feedback is awesome!


Simon watched as Kaylee stirred the vegetables and protein she was cooking up for dinner. In the eight and something months since she’d had Bethany, she’d been glad to be able to get close enough to the cooker to be able to actually make something. It wasn't that the others couldn’t rustle up something tasty … it was just Freya, even before being confined to bed, couldn’t do anything except stew, and Zoe’s cooking tended to consist of whatever was in the cupboard, thrown into a pan with what her mother called a dash of the Lord’s wine – keeping your fingers crossed and a lot of prayer.

As for the others, the only really good cook was Inara, and she couldn’t be rostered into the cooking chores because of her somewhat fluid schedule, although that had changed lately, with her spending less time with clients and more with Serenity’s crew. Hank wasn’t allowed anywhere near the kitchen after he nearly burned the place down, while Jayne was only good with meat, but as they didn’t get that too often he and the pilot tended to stick to the cleaning up side. And as Mal was captain ...

“You’re staring at me again,” Kaylee said, not turning around.

“How’d you know?” Simon asked, leaning on the table, his head resting on his upturned hands.

“I can feel your eyes. They’re leaving fingerprints all up my back.”

“Eyes don’t leave fingerprints,” Simon pointed out.

“Yours do.”

“But you have such a sexy back.”

”Just my back?”

“And your front. And sides. Top. And bottom.”

Kaylee giggled. “I have a sexy bottom?” She waggled her hips a bit.

“Definitely,” Simon said firmly, admiring the view most avidly.

“That why you want to marry me?”

“I think that may be one of the reasons.”

She glanced over her shoulder, the grin wide on her face. “I hope there’s more than just my bottom.”

“Maybe a few bits.”

“Like what?”

Simon sighed. “If I tell you now, what’re we going to talk about after we’re married?”

“I think we might be able to find something.”

He grinned. “You sure?” he asked, putting concern into his voice. “Seems to me that we could be having to find things to talk about for maybe fifty, sixty years. More.”

Kaylee turned around. “You think we’ll be talking all the time?” She leaned against the counter and pouted at him. “Nothing else?”

Simon stood up and moved quickly around the table, stopping only when he was pressed against her. “I thought that was all you wanted.”

She pushed back, feeling his body respond a little. “Well, maybe we can cook occasionally, clean, that kinda thing. Maybe fix the engine together.”

“Sounds interesting.” He put his hands on her waist. “And you can help me stitch Jayne once in a while.”

She grimaced. “I don’t think so.”

He grinned and reached past her, stirring the pot. “Smells good.”

She pinched him. “Excuse me, here I am, my sexy bits, as you’ve just said, in close proximity to you, and all you can say is that the food smells good?”

“Who said I was talking about the food?”

Her look went from annoyed to delighted. “I smell sexy?”

“Always,” Simon agreed. “Even when you’re covered in engine grease.”

“I washed!”

He leaned over and licked her neck, inhaling deeply and appreciatively. “I think you missed a bit.”

She threw her arms around him. “You wanna make sure there ain’t anywhere else I didn’t get to?”

“Could do.” Simon grinned.

“Where’d ya wanna start?”

“Oh, here, I think,” he said, kissing the hollow of her collarbone. “And work my way down.”

“All the way down?”

“To your most sexy bottom.” He squeezed her buttocks as he spoke, and she yelped quietly, a noise he silenced with a kiss.

“Kaylee, you got that list of parts you think you …” Mal, stepping down into the galley, stopped. “Shun sheng duh gao-wahn.”

“I gave it to Hank, Cap’n,” Kaylee said brightly, still trapped against the counter.

Mal looked at them with faint disgust. “You two start that kind of thing where I can see, ‘n’ you’re cleaning the septic tank for the next three weeks.”

“Mal,” Simon said, holding tightly onto his fiancée, “in my infirmary at the moment I have one hundred and seventy three ways of killing you, and no-one would be any the wiser.”

“Hundred and seventy three?” Mal repeated.

“Okay, I exaggerated. One hundred and seventy-two – the last is too messy. But think on this, captain, I only need one.”

Mal paused, contemplating the doctor for a moment, as if working out whether he really meant what he said. “Okay,” he finally said. “Just … don‘t let it happen again.”

Kaylee disentangled herself and crossed the galley to him. She kissed him on his cheek. “I love my captain,” she said, before returning to Simon.

“That's … no excuse,” Mal blustered a little, glaring at them before turning on his heel, heading back the way he’d come. “But you let that burn and I don’t care how many ways you know …”

They waited until they heard the sound of the hatch on Mal’s bunk slam shut. Simon turned to Kaylee and smiled. “I think you’re a bad influence on that man,” he said.

“Me?” she squeaked. “You were the one threatening him!”

“Maybe, but you know he can’t stay mad at you for long.”

Kaylee grinned. “I know my captain.” She snuggled against him again then looked into his face as a thought occurred to her. “You don’t really know a hundred and seventy three ways of killing someone, do you?” she asked.

“About that,” Simon admitted, shrugging slightly.

“That ain’t something to be proud of, you know,” Kaylee scolded him slightly.

“But I know a lot more ways of making you happy.”

“Really?” She leaned into him harder. “How many?”

“Well, you know that lifetime we were talking about …” He began to run his hands down her back.

“You just gotta hold that thought,” Kaylee said regretfully, pulling away a little. “The Cap ain’t gonna be pleased if dinner’s late.”

“He’s gone to complain about us to Freya. You think he’s going to be on time?”

Kaylee’s grin widened. “You don’t mean -”

Simon smiled, leaning down a little to kiss her gently. As he finally came up for air, he murmured, “Oh, yes, a lot more than a hundred and seventy three, and I think we'll start with dessert.”


Tuesday, January 2, 2007 4:31 PM


Aww, this was absolutely adorable! I think your Simon and Kaylee are just perfect. A wonderful mix of playful and loving and all kinds of sexy!

Cannot wait for your S/K wedding - that'll be great!

Wednesday, January 3, 2007 1:08 AM


Ah, so lovely to see Simon and Kaylee so in tune with each other though I have this horrible feeling dinner may just end up ashes. Loved this from the first word to the last, simply awesome writing! Ali D :~)
You can't take the sky from me

Wednesday, January 3, 2007 2:36 AM


This is such a pretty story!

I loved the whole thing, but especially Simon's lines.

Wednesday, January 3, 2007 4:36 AM


Oh Lordy that was all kinds of shiny!

I think that's some of the best and funnest (yes, that's a Simon/Kaylee interaction I've read. It was just so light and playful.

Then the whole thing with Ma just topped it off.


Wednesday, January 3, 2007 5:16 AM


Another great story ,keep the verse alive.

Wednesday, January 3, 2007 10:04 PM


Yep...this is definitely Simon at his best, wit-wise;)

Definitely loved how you had Simon calmly inform Mal he had 173 ways to kill him sitting around his infirmary, and Mal's reaction to that little nugget o' knowledge! Mainly cuz I have been plotting a storyline where an OC remarks to Jayne and Mal (while the crew's in earshot) that he's more intimidated by Simon than either of them because of such knowledge about biology and chemistry;D



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Monied Individual - Part XVIII
Jayne had told him a story once, about being on the hunt for someone who owed him something or other. He’d waited for his target for three hours in four inches of slush as the temperature dropped, and had grinned when he’d admitted to Hank that he’d had to break his feet free from the ice when he’d finished.
[Maya. Post-BDM. The Fosters show their true colours, Jayne attempts a rescue, and the others may be too late.]

Snow at Christmas
She’d seen his memories of his Ma, the Christmases when he was a boy on Shadow, even a faint echo of one before his Pa died, all still there, not diminished by his burning, glowing celebrations of now with Freya.

[Maya. Post-BDM. A seasonal one-off - enjoy!]

Monied Individual - Part XVII
Jayne hadn’t waited, but planted a foot by the lock. The door was old, the wood solid, but little could stand against a determined Cobb boot with his full weight behind it. It burst open.

[Maya. Post-BDM. The search for Hank continues. Read, enjoy, review!]

Monied Individual - Part XVI
He slammed the door behind him, making the plates rattle on the sideboard. “It’s okay, girl, I ain't gonna hurt you.” The cook, as tradition dictated, plump and rosy cheeked with her arms covered to the elbows in flour, but with a gypsy voluptuousness, picked up a rolling pin.

[Maya. Post-BDM. Kaylee finds the problem with Serenity, and Jayne starts his quest. Read, enjoy, review!]

Monied Individual - Part XV
“Did we …” “We did.” “Why?” As she raised an eyebrow at him he went on quickly, “I mean, we got a comfy bunk, not that far away. Is there any particular reason we’re in here instead?” “You don’t remember?” He concentrated for a moment, and the activities of a few hours previously burst onto him like a sunbeam. “Oh, right,” he acknowledged happily.

[Maya. Post-BDM. A little with each Serenity couple, but something goes bang. Read, enjoy, review!]

“Did we …” “We did.” “Why?” As she raised an eyebrow at him he went on quickly, “I mean, we got a comfy bunk, not that far away. Is there any particular reason we’re in here instead?” “You don’t remember?” He concentrated for a moment, and the activities of a few hours previously burst onto him like a sunbeam. “Oh, right,” he acknowledged happily.

[Maya. Post-BDM. A little with each Serenity couple, but something goes bang. Read, enjoy, review!]

Monied Individual - Part XIV
This wasn’t how an ex-companion did things. Perhaps she’d been hanging around a certain Firefly captain for too long. He listened at keyholes as if it were a competitive sport.

[Maya. Post-BDM. The crew go to the Spring Lights Procession, Mal gives some good news, and Sir Warwick puts in another cameo. Read, enjoy, review!]

Monied Individual - Part XIII
“It’s a family tradition, Mal.” Eugenia patted his hand. “No matter who marries into us, whatever their name, the moment they say ‘I do’ they become Rostovs. So you are Malcolm Rostov. It has a fine ring to it, don’t you think?”

[Maya. Post-BDM. A chapter of Mal and Freya, and a small revelation from Eugenia Rostov. Read, enjoy, review!]

Monied Individual - Part XII
Hank had to shake his head. In this day and age, when the entire output of every quill, pen and two-fingered monkey thumping on a keyboard was available on the Cortex, this statement of wealth and power was way over the top. He loved the feel of paper himself, turning the pages to get to the next twist, scanning the print to try and guess the next turn, but even his collection wouldn’t fill more than a shelf here.

[Maya. Post-BDM. Hank thinks about Zoe, Zoe thinks about Hank, while Freya and Mal have lunch. Read, enjoy, review!]

Monied Individual - Part XI
Freya felt flustered, as if her world had been turned upside down, black was white, and Jayne was the President of the Alliance.

[Maya. Post-BDM. Mal and Freya go to church, Hank doesn't go ice-skating, and maybe it's hinting at the calm before the storm. An extra long chapter to make up for the delay - enjoy!]