Title: In the Rain

Rating: NC-17

Synopsis: It’s raining and guess who wants to go play in it?

Pairing: Simon/Kaylee

Timeframe: Takes place six months after the movie, Serenity.

Author’s Notes: Tessa (FrellingBlonde on fireflyfans. net) and I decided to take a common theme (sex in the rain) and write a story. It wasn’t a contest and shouldn’t be viewed as such. It simply came about by us chatting in IM’s about taking a common theme and seeing how different our stories came out.

This is my version.

Tessa has kindly given me permission to use a variation of ‘sex the Core right out of him’ that she coined in her wonderful fic, “Keeping Score”. The ‘matching just-got-laid grins’ phrase has been borrowed from Tessa’s ‘Clean’ as well. She coined all the good ones damnit!

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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“We have the most unbelievable luck imaginable.” Simon lamented as he stood on the bridge, his arm wrapped loosely around Kaylee’s hips.

Kaylee stared out the window and frowned at the water flowing swiftly down the glass.

Three days of freedom on a spectacularly beautiful Rim planet and all it had done for those three days was rain – and not the light little pitter-patter of raindrops either but large, wet drops that caused stinging pain when they struck skin.

It had become increasingly difficult to find time alone on Serenity. Someone was always needing something, or interrupting their private time just for fun. Jobs had been plentiful for a change and they’d been busier than they ever thought they’d be. And for the first time in months, the Captain had agreed to let his crew have a few days off.

No one cared that Simon and Kaylee had finally come together after the tragic events on Miranda – well, that wasn’t entirely true. Mal had glared angrily at Simon before sliding his gun back into its holster and resorting to his customary airlock threat. But no one else seemed to mind. Simon had even gone so far as to think some of them had even had a bet going. They all simply rolled their eyes at the couple whenever they walked into a room holding hands, matching just-got-laid smiles plastered all over their faces.

But now, Simon’s plans for taking Kaylee on a little camping trip into the lush, crisp forest, surrounded by no one but nature, had come crashing down around his head as he stared forlornly out at the soaked ground and equally sodden sky.

Suddenly, Kaylee turned to him and tugged his hand. “Lets go.”

Simon stared at her, incredulous.

“It’s not thundering. There’s no lightening. I wanna go play in the rain!”

A smile spread across Simon’s face at the joy and excitement in her eyes.

“It’s warm enough, too.”

Simon glanced out the window once more. “Are you sure?” He wasn’t sure. But he found it nigh impossible to say no to his Kaylee.

“I want some time alone with you, and if this is the only way ta get it, then lets go!” Kaylee’s eyes sparkled and Simon squeezed her hand.

“All right then, let me just go get –“

“Nope.” She tugged him behind her as she hurried off the bridge and down to the cargo bay.

“Kaylee what are –“

“You talk too much, Simon.” Kaylee stopped before the closed bay door and released his hand. “Help me with this, its heavy.” She grunted as she tried to open the much smaller entrance situated in the center of the large bay door.

Kaylee sprinted through the door as soon as it was open and Simon reached for her, but missed.

When he turned around to see if anyone saw see them leave, River was beside him. He started and then swore beneath his breath, simply hating that his little sister had the ability to sneak up on him like that.

She pushed him toward the door and then out it when he hesitated. “Think too much, Simon. Do more. Think less.”

Jayne came up behind her and rested his arm on the edge of the open door. “Don’t he do her enough ‘round here?” River stepped back as Jayne shut the door, favoring him with a sour look. “My brother. I can be crude. You. Be quiet.”

~*~

“Kaylee, wait!” Simon squinted as the raindrops pelted his head, soaking him instantly. He could see her not far ahead, skipping through the puddles, her arms outstretched as she twirled around in place waiting for him.

“It’s so pretty! Even in the rain!” Kaylee smiled brightly when he caught up to her. She clasped his slick hand and pulled him toward a hill dotted with trees the size of which she’d never before seen.

“We shouldn’t go far. Who knows what dirt all this rain has disturbed.”

Kaylee scowled at him but dragged him forward, and he followed, his eyes raking down the glorious sight of her clothing clinging wetly to her body.

They climbed to the top of the hill and stopped when they saw the large pool of water spread out before them. It looked like a dam of sorts. Crudely made with what looked like rotting wood and bowing planks. Kaylee took a step toward it but Simon squeezed her hand.

“No, the ground is too slick. I don’t want you to fall in. Who knows what’s –“

Kaylee turned around and favored him with a sour look. But that frown slid into a mischievous smile when she took in the disheveled sight he presented. He looked like her own personal drowned rat.

With dark hair plastered to his head and his shirt clinging to surprisingly firm muscles, Kaylee didn’t think she’d ever seen him more handsome. She glanced down and noted that his pants also hung heavily from his hips and clung in some wondrously delicious places.

She backed him up against a nearby tree and raked her eyes down his body once again. “Why, doctor Tam, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so – wet.” She stepped into his arms and flattened her hands on his chest.

“It isn’t customary to bathe while wearing clothes,” he chuckled, his eyes searching hers.

“Right.” Her fingers deftly unfastened the top few buttons on his thoroughly soaked shirt. “Which means they need ta come off. Now.” When the last few buttons slipped through her wet fingers and not their holes, she impatiently ripped the material apart. She swiftly parted the folds of fabric and bared his chest, already glistening in what little light peeked through the cloudy sky.

Simon raised a curious eyebrow and fought back a smile as well as a groan. The intense look in her eyes and her demanding demeanor caused a tremor to race down his spine. “Are we bathing?”

“I’m sure it could be called that in some language I have no interest in learning.” She ran her hands over his chest, rubbing and teasing until she leaned forward to place a kiss over his heart. When she took one already firm nipple into her mouth and began to suck urgently, he slid his hands into her wet hair.

The complete contrast of her warm mouth on him and the cooler rain caused spasms of heated desire to race straight to his groin. If she felt him swell within the confines of his thoroughly soaked pants, she gave no indication. Her mouth was too busy trailing teasing kisses down his bare chest as she knelt in front of him, fingers playing at his nipples, raking her nails across them before gently pinching. She kissed his stomach and then slid her hands down his sides, fingers dancing over his bare skin and making the muscles beneath ripple at her touch. She cupped him, squeezing gently as he groaned and arched his hips against her chest.

Quickly, she unfastened the offending garment and pushed it, along with his underwear, down his legs. She licked her lips and put her mouth on him, swirling her tongue lightly against his swelling length.

“Kaylee –“ Simon gasped when her hand wrapped confidently around him and stroked quickly, hardening him even further.

The rain pounded them relentlessly, even though the branches of the tree provided some relief, but Simon no longer cared. All he wanted to feel was her hot, sweet mouth on him, sucking him, taking him deep.

“Kay – please –“ Simon’s voice hitched when her tongue rolled around his head and then pulled away. He glanced down at her, eyes clouded with passion, only to find her sitting back on her haunches, staring at him through slit eyes.

“You look – wow, Simon.” Her eyes danced as they took in his aroused, wet body, leaning heavily against the large tree. Rivulets of water fell between his finely cut muscles and his blue eyes burned as they looked down at her expectantly. He glanced down at his own body, following her eyes with his own. In the past, such unabashed attention would have caused him to blush from head to toe, but the last six months with her had opened up a whole new world for him. Catching her eyes, he slid his own hand down his chest and clenched his fist around his cock, giving it a few slow, languid strokes. He hadn’t done this in – well, months. Pleasured himself. Not since well before Miranda. And he had never done it in front of a girlfriend.

Kaylee’s mouth fell open and Simon resisted the urge to chuckle. She watched him, immobilized, with round eyes full of shock mixed with burning desire.

“You’re wearing decidedly far too many clothes, Kay.” Simon’s voice was deep, laced with arousal.

“I kin take care of that.” She reached down and quickly untied the arms of her coveralls from her waist.

“Yes. Please do.” Simon’s eyes swept over her body, noting the taut nipples straining beneath her nearly see-through flower-printed shirt.

She kicked off her boots and slid off the coveralls, taking her underwear with them. When she pulled the cotton top over her head, she took a step toward him, smiling seductively. Her eyes glanced down at his slowly moving hand as she placed her palms flat against his chest. “I ‘ave a better place to put that.”

Simon quirked an amused eyebrow and bent to kiss her. His lips grazed her ear as he whispered, “show me,” then slid over her wet cheek to the corner of her mouth.

Her hands replaced his, stroking urgently and drawing breathless gasps from his lips. “Can’t wait, Simon – please don’t make me –“

He quickly kicked off his boots and pulled his legs from the pants resting at his ankles. She giggled when he swiftly lifted her into his arms and lay her down on the wet grass, his mouth never leaving hers. Without missing a beat, he was between her open thighs in an instant, pressing his hardness into her warm, tight heat.

She met his first thrust eagerly and slid her hands beneath the now translucent shirt hanging off his shoulders. She pushed it off him and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her body against the length of him.

The steady rain pelted their bare skin but they didn’t care. They arched, and strained against one another, panting, whispering, groaning, and grunting. Kaylee slid one hand down his back, kneading the firm, smooth skin, as the other pushed into his hair and tugged the wet strands between equally wet fingers.

“Wode tian, Kaylee,” Simon gasped against her mouth as she wrapped her legs around his hips. “You feel –“ As she snapped her hips up to meet his, he lost his train of thought. There was nothing left but the slick, hot feel of her body encasing, surrounding, tugging at him.

After a few long moments, he tore his mouth from hers and sat up, sitting back on his bent knees. His hardness glistened with her wetness as she stared up at him, her lips folded into a pout as he left her embrace.

“Come here,” he patted his thighs, his voice deep with arousal. His eyes twinkled for a moment before he wrapped his hand around himself again and stroked slowly.

Kaylee gasped as her eyes followed his upward motion then down again, torn between wanting to watch those soft, gentle hands working at his own arousal and wanting so desperately to feel that hardness piercing her own body, stretching her. She loved his hands, watching them, feeling them, exquisitely gentle and firm. After a few moments of watching him with darkening eyes, she pushed herself to her feet and straddled his thighs. She wrapped her fingers around his wrist and pulled away his hand, impaling herself on him the moment nothing stood between them. The angle was odd, new, and he slid deep, striking to the very hilt and ripping a groan from deep within her lungs.

One hand slid around her backside to hold her in place as his other slid between them to flick her swollen clit. She bucked against him and he smiled against her mouth when he pressed his thumb against her, rubbing urgently.

He felt her tighten around him, panting, purring with excitement as he guided her with his arms and hips. His thumb circled her hidden treasure and in no time she arched her head back and cried out his name into the rain-filled sky.

Simon bent his head to the soft swell of her breasts and flicked his tongue across the closest nipple. When he pulled it into his mouth and began to nurse deeply, Kaylee gasped, her body still trembling with release. But she tugged at his hair, mingling the pleasure of being buried so deeply within her with a bit of pain. She could feel his groan against her chest, the deep primal sound reverberating through her body. She knew he was close, her body and his hand had made this a quick thing. Overwhelming satisfaction threatened to make her boneless but she couldn’t leave him aroused, especially as close as he was. She pushed herself up off him and down, letting his hands guide her as his own release built. He pulsed within her and groaned loudly, squeezing his eyes shut as she arched her hips strongly against him, clenching him tightly.

“Kay – God! Fuck. Ta ma de!” Simon groaned, unable to control the decidedly improper words falling from his lips. He didn’t care. All he cared about was the feel of her in his arms, her body clenching him, driving him faster and faster to his end.

“Trying,” Kaylee panted, her eyes bright as she listened to the wonderfully uncharacteristic words falling from his lips. She took great joy and pleasure in sexing the Core right out of her prim and proper doctor. It gave her a rush of pure female pride to know she was the reason he lost that rigid control. She gripped his shoulders tightly and arched her hips against his, knowing he was near his end. He only swore like that when he was close.

“Simon!” she breathed against his cheek and in an effort to fan his desire. It excited her, this anticipation; to feel the trembling release rush through his body. He swelled beneath her words, so close. “Ta ma de!”

She groaned his name as he came in a rush, hips bucking sharply against her. He buried his mouth against her neck and cried out, tensing as he pumped his seed into her sweet, tight warmth.

They collapsed against one another, panting heavily. Simon wrapped his arms around her, his body still trembling, his mouth moving wordlessly against her neck.

But Kaylee couldn’t keep her balance on his bent thighs any longer. She collapsed back into the wet grass, sighing disappointedly at the feel of him sliding out of her.

He stretched out beside her on the grass, enjoying the feel of the cool rain pelting his skin. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her tenderly as her eyelids drooped.

“No falling asleep out here.”

Kaylee giggled and she watched him reach for their clothes.

He stared at the sopping material and wondered at the difficulty it would present trying to put it back on. “Hmm, our clothing presents a bit of a problem.”

“We can walk back naked, no one’ll care. Ain’t no locals out in this weather anyhow.”

Simon quirked an eyebrow at her, a horrified look passing across his face. “I will care. No, we’ll get our clothes on – “ he tripped as he tried to slide his leg into his pants. ”– somehow.”

~*~

Simon and Kaylee walked proudly up the ramp, hand in hand, their wet, rumpled clothes sticking to their bodies in all the wrong places.

Jayne looked up from his weights, puffing from exertion. “Ruttin’ in the rain, huh?”

Simon and Kaylee blissfully ignored his comment. Not even the ape-man’s crudeness could ruin their day. The faster they got to their bunks, the faster they could do it all over again.

River looked from Jayne – where she was making herself useful and ‘spotting’ for him – to Simon and in the most deadpan tone she could muster, said, “At least you weren’t singing.”

THE END

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Chinese translations:

Wode tian- Oh God Ta ma de - fuck me blind