Title: Pillow Talk

Rating: NC-17

Synopsis: Simon is a doctor. That means he’s good with his hands. Kaylee learns to be good with hers too.

Timeframe: Takes place a few weeks after the movie, Serenity.

Author's Notes: Thanks to Jules for the beta!

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. OnIy done for fun - and a desperate craving to have more stories told about this wonderful ‘verse Joss Whedon created.

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“Come in,” Inara called as the chime rang. She set down her tea cup and stood as Kaylee walked into the lavishly decorated shuttle.

“Hi ‘Nara. Didn’t interrupt, I hope?” Kaylee said a bit shyly, causing Inara to open her arms and indicate that she sit.

“Of course not,” Inara settled back onto the couch once Kaylee had taken a seat. Her well-sculpted brows knitted together in concern. “Is something wrong?”

“Oh,” Kaylee fidgeted, “No – not really.”

Inara’s eyes narrowed. Something was bothering her mei mei. She had never seen Kaylee so – uncomfortable. Kaylee was never nervous – unless – “Simon?”

Inara caught the slight incline of her head and sighed. The two hadn’t been together for long, just a few weeks, but she remembered well the day Kaylee had bounced into the shuttle and told her all about their first time together. She’d been so excited and now, she seemed so – well, Inara couldn’t put her finger on it. She knew Simon was nearly incapable of having a romantic conversation with Kaylee, but she’d hoped he’d been able to get over that handicap having finally bedded the energetic mechanic. She leaned forward and took Kaylee’s hand. “What is it mei mei?”

“’Nara – what do you know about – I mean, could you teach me –uhm, how to give a massage?“

Inara blinked. This was definitely not what she had been expecting Kaylee to say. “A –“ she cleared her throat, “massage?”

Kaylee looked up at Inara’s shocked face. “Well – ifin’ ya know how to – ifin ya can teach me.”

A smile spread across Inara’s face. “For Simon, hmm?”

Kaylee nodded excitedly. “Oh ‘Nara. He’s so good. He knows just how to touch me and – and he gave me the most wonderful massage the other night. I just want to show him that I know what to do, that I can please him like –“

“Kaylee,” Inara raised her hand to stop the torrent of words falling from the younger woman’s lips. “Has Simon given you any indication that he doesn’t – like whatever you do for him?”

Kaylee’s eyes widened. “Oh, no! ‘Nara I never said that. Oh, he’s always so perfect. I jus’ – I wanna learn how ta do that.”

Inara actually found herself intrigued at what Simon could have done to send Kaylee into such a tizzy. “Well, without explicit details,” she raised her hand as Kaylee opened her mouth, “which I think you can keep to yourself,” She winked at Kaylee, “Simon probably wouldn’t appreciate it – I can teach you the type of massage that a Companion learns in training.”

Kaylee squeezed the Companion’s hands excitedly. “Oh, ‘Nara, will you? I wanna surprise ‘em.”

Inara’s eyes twinkled as she stood and led Kaylee to the bed. “All right, then. Lay down while I go get my supplies.”

~*~

Much, much later, Kaylee peered around the wall to see Simon sitting on the couch reading a book. Sitting oh so proper, turning the delicate pages with gentle fingers. She smiled to herself and sauntered toward him, determined to show him what she’d learned. Much to her disappointment, he didn’t even look up from his book.

“That interstin’, huh?”

“Oh,” Simon closed the book without thinking to look at the page number. “Kaylee,” he stood respectfully as she approached. “Hi.”

“Oh stop bein’ so proper.” She flattened her hands on his chest and pushed him back onto the couch.

A wide, but nervous smile spread across his face as she swung her legs over his thighs and straddled him. Instinctively, he dropped his arms to her hips, holding her in place – as if she was going anywhere!

“Have I missed an –“

She pressed a finger to his lips and shook her head. “No talking.” When she wrapped her arms around his neck she kissed him, her tongue darting into his mouth before he had a chance to respond. She rolled her hips against his and he groaned into her mouth.

They had only been together for a few weeks but Simon fleetingly wondered if there was anyplace left in the ship that hadn’t been – christened. Despite his nervousness at engaging in carnal relations outside of the bedroom, there was nothing in the ‘verse he wouldn’t do for Kaylee. If Kaylee wanted to have sex in the engine room, then what could he do but oblige?

But at those times, it was usually very late at night, after everyone was asleep. Not near dinner time when everyone could be wandering into the common room and find them.

He gasped when Kaylee reached between them to unfasten his pants. Something had gotten her all riled up. Not that he could – or would – complain. Her eager touch, and her sweet mouth drove him to forget propriety, even as warning bells went off in the back of his mind. When her cool, confident hands encircled and stroked down his rapidly hardening length, he pulled his mouth from hers, arched his head back and exhaled a short puff of air.

The sweet, honey smell of her assailed his senses and his hands fumbled with the zipper to the overalls already dangling from her hips.

She pushed his hands away and caught his mouth again in a kiss that seared him to the couch.

While they kissed, his hands slid beneath her flowery top to caress the soft swell of her breasts. His fingers gently brushed across her nipples, enjoying the gulp of air she inhaled as he kept her mouth imprisoned with his own.

He could feel cold air slip between them as she swiftly pulled one leg from the overalls and then draped it over him. Before he had a moment to think, she had settled into his lap again and arched her hips forward sharply, drawing him into her with one smooth stroke.

He groaned against her lips, one hand wrapping around her backside to pull her against him, the other tangling in her hair to keep her mouth fused to his. He kept pace with the urgent snapping of her hips, understanding they would need to make this little interlude quick – getting caught was not something that was particularly enjoyable. Not his preferred way of making love to his lady, but when she wanted him, there was very little he could do except submit to her desires.

He could feel her body tighten around him, hear her short little pants that told him she was close. He wrapped one arm around her hips and pulled her tightly against him while his other hand pushed up her shirt and bra so that he could touch her burning skin. When he dipped his head to flick his tongue against a very firm nipple, she threw her head back and exhaled a low, pleasure-filled groan. He kneaded her backside with his hand as they moved together, driving that tight coil of tension to the snapping point. When his mouth closed around her nipple and began to firmly tug at the hard nub, she wrapped her arms around his neck and groaned her release into his dark hair. He moved beneath her just once, twice, before flooding her body with the hot evidence of his own release.

She collapsed against him, panting heavily, unconcerned with the possibility of suffocating him within her cleavage. After a few very long moments, she slid her fingers into his damp hair and tilted his head back, nipping at his mouth.

When he’d regained his senses, he slid his hands up her back and into her hair, tilting her head back so that he could trail a series of light, teasing kisses down the smooth column of her neck.

”You smell wonderful,” he said, rubbing his cheek against her neck.

“’Nara gave me somethin’” Kaylee murmured, her eyes bright as she tilted her head and stared down at him. “For you too.”

“For me?”

“Yeah. Come on,” Kaylee slid off his lap and re-arranged her clothes. Taking his hand, she pulled him to his feet, giggling when he grabbed his pants to keep them from falling to his ankles.

“Ah – Dinner?” Simon asked, unable to fasten his pants with one hand. She had his other and was leading them toward his bunk, so he simply held the fastenings together and hoped they didn’t run into anyone on the way to the passenger dorms.

“No, dinner ain’t for ‘nother hour or so.” Kaylee slid open to door, dragged him in and then closed it again. When she released his hand and turned to light the room, Simon started to fasten his pants.

“Wrong idea, honey,” Kaylee covered his hands with her own. “Take them off.” She stepped back and gave his body an appraising view. “Take it all off.”

Simon raised a curious eyebrow. “Ah, Kaylee.” How was he going to explain that he couldn’t do it again so soon. She had to know. “I – ah – can’t –“

“’Nara showed me how to –“ She shook her head and pushed him toward the bed. “No, not gonna tell you. Take ‘em off and lay down – on your tummy.”

Simon complied as Kaylee turned around and pulled something out of the pocket of her overalls.

She tossed a sultry look over her shoulder at him as he lay down on the bed, turning his head so that he could look at her. She licked her lips as her eyes scanned his well-defined body. Hiding the small bottle of oil, she sauntered over to him and removed her own clothes, sighing as skin brushed skin. When she settled atop his lower back and tipped the bottle, he flinched at the new sensation.

Putting the stopper back into the bottle, she laid it on the side of the bed and leaned over him. “Is just oil, Simon. ‘Nara taught me somethin’ new.” She pressed her mouth to his cheek and then sat up, positioning herself just as she had learned.

Simon learned something new as well. He didn’t need as much time to recover as he thought.

~*~

Mal glanced around the faces at the table. “Where are Simon and Kaylee?”

River looked up from where she was absently pushing the food around her plate. “Dessert first. Dinner later.”

Inara stifled a chuckle, knowing just exactly what the couple were up to. Mal rolled his eyes and Jayne dropped his fork and stared at the crazy girl.

“Must they always be ruttin’ right ‘afore dinner?” Jayne shook his head and picked up his fork. “Surprised they get any work done, ruttin’ like those – furry little – uh –”

“The term you’re looking for Jayne, is bunnies.” Zoe said as she helped herself to some food.

Mal rolled his eyes and shoveled food into his mouth. He didn’t truly care when his medic and mechanic decided to rut like bunnies. He just didn’t really care to know exactly when it was happening either.

They ate in relative silence, Inara trying to make conversation and failing to get more then a few one word answers and grunts from the men.

River continued to push the food around her plate until she glanced up with a smile on her face. “Done now.” She turned to Mal. “Dinner time.”

Inara’s eyes widened and Zoe bit back a smile. These announcements were becoming rather routine – and annoying.

Jayne dropped his fork once again and glared at River. “Is the play by play really necessary?”

Mal shoved his chair back and stood, “Ahh! I didn’t need to know that!” He stared at River. “Why do you think I needed to know that? Have I ever indicated that I wanted to know that?”

River shrugged. She took a bite of the food Jayne had prepared and wrinkled her nose. “Dessert is much better.”

THE END