Title: Tell Me Rating: NC-17 Synopsis: Simon and Kaylee’s first full night together. Timeline: Takes place after the scene in Serenity, the movie. Notes: Next part of my Book of Days series beginning with : 'And So It Begins', 'Kiss Me' and 'Coming Together'

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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Kaylee rolled over and snuggled against Simon’s side, draping her arm lightly over his chest and sighing deeply. So unused to sharing a bed, she couldn’t get comfortable and continued to burrow against him, inhaling his uniquely clean scent. How he always smelled so sweet and fresh was a mystery she would discover one of these days. When she draped her leg over his thigh, she could feel his somewhat hard length brush against it. She smiled against his shoulder and turned her head to press a kiss to it.

“Not sleepin’ no more, I see.” She trailed her fingers down his chest and giggled when he inhaled sharply.

“No. My body, thanks to you, decides on its own time when it wants to wake up. I’ve realized I don’t have a choice in the matter.” He tightened his arm around her shoulder and lifted the back of his other hand to trail down her cheek.

“Been awake a lot tonight.” Kaylee leaned up and fastened her lips to his neck, sending a rush of desire straight to his groin.

“That’s your fault,” Simon said, closing his eyes and reveling in the sensations her mouth created.

“Guilty as charged.” Her hand slid across his abdomen and lower, barely brushing against his swelling arousal. She simply trailed her fingers along the length of him, her mouth sucking at his neck so intently she was certain she’d left a mark.

“Ah – Kaylee,” he breathed, the hand currently draped around her shoulder sliding into her hair.

“Tell me what you want,” she whispered into his ear as her flingers wrapped around him. She spooned herself against his side and stroked him slowly, gently, drawing her fist down his hard length and back again.

“You,” he replied huskily.

She wrapped her other hand, which she had been laying on, around his neck and slid her fingers into his silky hair. It was their first full night together and they’d barely slept. She was exhausted but it didn’t matter. She had him in her bed and she wasn’t about to let him go.

After so many months of resisting an intimate relationship, they’d finally taken that final step. Granted, Simon admitting that he’d regretted not being with her in the middle of a battle they didn’t expect to survive wasn’t the best time to admit such a thing, but the words had spilled from his mouth with no hesitation, none of that awkwardness she had come to expect when talking to him.

Now, she had him right where she’d wanted him from the first moment she’d laid eyes on him. Then, she truthfully admitted to herself, she’d just wanted to bed the fancy doctor. But as she’d gotten to know him over the last nine months, she’d been surprised to find that a genuine affection had blossomed. She knew he wanted her, she could see it in his eyes. But she could never get him to admit it to her, to take that final step.

But as the repairs to Serenity neared completion, the attraction between them could be denied no longer, and they’d spent a lovely afternoon making harried, urgent love. It was a moment Kaylee was not to soon forget.

Much later, they found themselves curled against one another in Kaylee’s bunk, spending a bit more time learning one another’s bodies. And here they still lay, after consummating their new relationship several times in the span of only a few short hours.

“You’ve got me, sweetie but I want to know –“

His fingers dipped beneath her chin and drew her mouth to his, stopping her words. Her eyes fluttered closed as his mouth covered hers, teasing and tempting before slipping his tongue between her lips. “How much I love you,” he whispered against her mouth, continuing their conversation.

“Ah, I – ” Kaylee muttered breathlessly, struggling to hold onto her train of thought as his tongue plundered her mouth. A low, hungry groan escaped her lips when his hand slid from beneath her chin to trail lightly down her exposed neck, his thumb ghosting lightly across her collarbone and causing goose bumps to sweep across her body.

She could feel him groan against her mouth as her fingers tightened around his swelling length. When they parted, inhaling much needed oxygen, Kaylee tugged gently on him. “Tell me.”

Simon blinked, having forgotten her question from earlier. His eyes scanned her face in the dim light, her eyes bright and her smile even brighter. He twined a lock of hair around his fingers to bring her mouth back to his. “Tell you what?”

Kaylee giggled as she felt a tremor race down his spine while she stroked him with her hand. She leaned close, her tongue darting out to trace along his bottom lip. “What you want.”

Understanding and remembrance dawned behind his eyes as he gently tugged her forward to kiss her again. He wasn’t used to giving voice to his desires and it would take a long while, he figured, to get used to it now. What made it worse was the uninhibited little mix sharing his bed knew it too. He groaned when she pulled away and moved down his body, using both hands on him now, squeezing, stroking, drawing breathless, shocked gasps from his lips.

When her mouth came down over his chest and her tongue began to trace the flat expanse of his abdomen, he lifted his head to look down at her. She stopped at the small scar left by the bullet wound that had almost parted them forever and kissed it reverently, resting her cheek against it for a long moment.

Simon slid his fingers into her hair and tugged her head up so that he could look into eyes clouded with a mixture of tears and desire.

“I’m fine, Kaylee,” he whispered, his eyes tender. They’d resisted coming together like this for weeks to allow him to heal. He could still feel twinges of pain when he bent this way or that, or strained too heavily, but a little discomfort was worth it to have a night like they’d just had. He trailed the backs of his fingers down her cheek and smiled adoringly at her. What had started out as a purely physical attraction on both sides had turned into something far deeper and stronger over the last few months.

He had River to look after, to take care of, he’d never in a million years thought he would find a true home and love on the run from the government he had spent his whole life supporting. But here he was, now, after so many months; lying here with this beautiful, bright-eyed, cheery girl who had come to mean the world to him. He wasn’t going to let her go not now, not ever.

Kaylee’s smile spilled into her eyes as she squeezed her hands, feeling him swell in her hands. “Yah, you’re doin’ fine.”

Simon chuckled and reached down to pull her up, but she moved away to finish trailing her tongue down his stomach, and abdomen and lower. He concentrated on his breathing but when her warm, wet mouth covered him, he inhaled sharply, a long, low groan emanating from his chest. He looked down her, eyes wide and when she lifted her head to meet his gaze, he swallowed thickly. This wasn’t something anyone had ever done for him, to him, despite the fact that he had been with more than a few women. It just wasn’t done. It wasn’t – proper. He chuckled at the thought and then anything else rational fled his mind in a rush when she sank down on him, swallowing as much of his hard length as she could manage.

His hands slid from her hair to tightly grip at the bedding as her mouth worked over him, drawing breathless pants from his lips. Her voice sounded almost surreal when she asked him again what he wanted. He couldn’t form the words, could barely even think. “You,” he whispered, his eyes dark with arousal.

“What else?” She drew her tongue down the length of him and back again to illustrate her point.

He couldn’t think clearly. Not coherently enough to form a sentence. Words, disjointed and, to his mind, incomprehensible spilled out of his mouth and he desperately hoped she understood. “Yes. Ah. That.”

She stroked him again, gently, firmly, swirling her tongue around the soft head, dipping it into that sensitive ridge.

“Kaylee,” Simon panted, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he struggled to breathe, to concentrate on answering her very simple question. “Wo de ma,” Simon groaned, dropping his head back onto the pillow.

If he thought feeling Kaylee’s mouth on him was the most wonderful thing in the ‘verse, then her mouth vibrating around him as she giggled, had to be the most excruciatingly pleasurable pain he had ever felt.

After an evening full of making love to her, he was astonished at how his body could respond so quickly and completely. She was driving him mad, and he could feel his body tense, his arousal pulse.

“Kaylee –“ He reached for her, wanting to warn her. He grunted when her mouth left him and she asked him again.

“Tell me what you want.” Her voice was husky, deep with arousal and her eyes sparkled.

“I –“He didn’t know how to tell her that he wanted more of what she was currently doing, didn’t know how to accurately, or properly, put into words that he wanted her mouth right where it was, swallowing every bit of him.

“I know what you want,” she whispered, her mouth curling into a devious smile even as her hands took over where her mouth had left off. “You can’t tell me – yet. But you will.”

He panted breathlessly as she crawled on top of him, positioning him right at her slick entrance. She rubbed him against her wetness whimpering as the soft head brushed against her clit and making her hips surge involuntarily toward him.

He reached for her again, breathlessly whispering her name. But she sank onto him then, her body stretching to accommodate his length. She ground her hips against his and leaned over him, pressing her breasts to his chest.

She kissed him and he tangled his hands in her hair, deepening the kiss. They moved together, thrusting, rocking, groaning against one another’s lips.

Kaylee tore her mouth from his. “Tell me what you want, Simon.” She punctuated her words with quick snaps of her hips. “Tell me.”

“Wode tian, Kaylee,” he held her head in his hands, pressing urgent kisses against her cheeks, her lips. “This. You. Like –“

“Did you like my mouth on you?” She rolled her hips against his, groaning against his mouth. “Tell me.”

“Yes,” he hissed, his lips trailing along her neck before biting down gently.

“I’m gonna break the Core out of you, Simon Tam,” Kaylee pushed her hands into his hair, fingering the soft, dark strands. “No need to be so proper. Not here. Not with me.”

“Ah, Kaylee.” His hands slid around her waist to cup her backside, squeezing tightly with each upward thrust. He pulled her hips against him, groaning and panting. No woman had ever made him feel this way. He wasn’t used to talking during sex, and he briefly wondered when Kaylee had broken him like she confessed to wanting to do, if it would be like this again. He fleetingly hoped it would. “It’s not – you’re not –“ He couldn’t get the words out. The feel of her hot, slick body encasing him, squeezing him, and her sweet mouth kissing and whispering to him, was too much for even the most intelligent mind to form coherent words.

He reached between them to press his thumb against her, driving her hips against his hand as he rubbed and stroked, driving all thought out of her head for a change. His eyes began to clear as her felt her tighten around him, his fingers bringing her to an end that left her crying out his name and collapsing into a boneless heap against his chest.

After a few moments of snuggling against him, she lifted her head and smiled into his eyes. She wiggled her hips against him, delighted when he gasped. “Not done yet.”

“Not – quite,” he groaned, his hands tangling in her hair.

She pushed herself up onto shaking arms. “How you want it?”

He wasn’t sure how to answer and she giggled, seeing the hesitation flicker in his intense eyes.

“I know.” She lifted herself off him and replaced her slick, wet heat with her small, confident, hands. She knew he was close. It wouldn’t take long. She slid down his body and took him into her mouth again, tasting her own release on him.

Her body throbbed as her mouth worked along the length of him. She lifted her eyes to see him staring down at her and her lips curled into a smile. “I know what you want.” She sucked him into her mouth again, tugging deeply when she felt his body stiffen and his arousal swell. She ignored his warning, the tug of his hands in her hair. She wanted this as much as he did. She wanted to taste him.

He shouted her name, and then swore as his release pounded violently through his body and into her mouth.

Kaylee felt a surge of pride at his reaction and giggled, nearly choking on the steady stream of heat filling her mouth. Nothing spilled as she lapped it up, tasting him for the first time – and most certainly not the last.

Simon collapsed weakly into the mattress, his white knuckles releasing the bedding he had gripped so tightly.

When Kaylee had finished, she crawled to his side and was immediately pulled into the deepest, knee-weakening kiss she had ever felt. Their tongues danced and their mouths clung as she shared their combined taste with him.

Simon murmured her name wondrously over and over as he planted reverent kisses along her mouth and neck.

Kaylee snuggled into his arms as their passion cooled and ebbed to be replaced by an overwhelming and exhausting satisfaction. Kaylee hadn’t yet ripped the Core out of her proper doctor but given time, she knew it would be inevitable. She would teach him how it was done out here in the black. She fell asleep thinking of all the ways she would taunt and tempt that proper behavior right out of her man.

THE END

Chinese Translations:

Wo de ma - mother of God Wode tian- Oh God