Title: What's Proper Rating: NC-17 Synopsis: A continuation of 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', 'Coming Together', and 'Tell Me'

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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“Going to break the proper behavior right out of you,” was the voice that penetrated the exhaustive fog that surrounded his mind.

Simon yawned and shifted against the warm body pressed intimately next to him. The activities of the previous day and evening came back to him in a rush and his eyes snapped open to find a bright-eyed Kaylee smiling at him.

“Ah – good morning.” He silently cursed his inability to come up with anything else. It sounded so dumb to his ears.

“Oh yeah,” Kaylee pressed herself against him and kissed his cheek. “Very good.”

He couldn’t help but smile at the completely content look on her face. Had he been the cause of that? He slid the hand currently wrapped around her shoulder into her hair and pulled her toward him to give her a proper good morning kiss.

Kaylee hesitated, a playful look in her eyes. “Oh, I dunno doctor Tam, you’re not bein’ very proper this mornin’”

Simon laughed. “And what is the definition of proper in your mind, Kaylee?” he glanced down at them, at the sheet barely covering their naked flesh. He was suddenly afraid to hear her answer when her eyes glowed with a predatory gleam.

“Somethin’ I don’t want you to ever bring to our bed.” Before he could answer she leaned forward and fastened her mouth to his, kissing him in such a way that his very toes curled.

She thrust her tongue into his mouth and her hands into his hair, tugging firmly at the dark, silky strands. When she finally released him, her eyes were glowing with barely suppressed passion.

His mind struggled to respond with a witty comment. But he was afraid it would only lead to her misunderstanding his intent and getting angry with him. Instead, he settled for a simple, “Our bed?”

Her eyes narrowed and he suddenly felt his heart plummet into his feet. “Don’t think I plan to let you go after just one night, do ya?”

He tightened his arms around her. “I hope not.”

She sat up suddenly and straddled him, rubbing her wetness across his abdomen. “Good. Cause I don’t ever want to –“

Despite the ache that had settled in long unused muscles, he wrapped his arms around her and brought her mouth to his, swallowing her retort. The feel of her hot, wet heat spreading over him was too much, and he needed to feel her again, touch her – taste her. His hands slid down her back to pull her hips against him and he could feel her groan into his mouth when his arousal swelled between them.

“Simon!” Kaylee gasped when he reached between them and pushed one long, lean finger into her. His thumb found and circled her sweet nub, barely touching with a simple, teasing caress.

Metal creaked above them and Simon froze glancing up at the hatch he expected to open at any moment.

“It’s locked, sweetie,” Kaylee assured. “Even River can’t get through a locked door.”

Simon groaned at the thought of River watching them. “I wouldn’t put it past her.”

Kaylee giggled and leaned over him, purposely brushing her breasts teasingly over his chest.

“We seriously need to have a talk about boundaries,” he grumbled, still embarrassed that she had caught them in the engine room.

“Simon, she’s not here, she’s asleep, just like everyone else.” Kaylee kissed him slowly, rubbing her self against him, trying to tease the hesitation out of him. “Except us.”

Simon grinned down at her, feeling her wetness rub into his skin. “Except us.”

Kaylee grinned coyly at him and bent down to lick at one nipple and then the other, all the while keeping her eyes locked with his. “Don’t need to be up for hours yet.” She wiggled against him. “Oh, well, someone already is.” She started to slide down his body but he stopped her. A hurt look flashed across her eyes momentarily before he swiftly rolled her over.

“You wanted to know something earlier. I – couldn’t tell you.” His eyes swept down her beautiful body. “I’m not sure – I could tell you now.”

Kaylee’s eyes lit as she remembered wanting him to tell her how he wanted to be touched. “Sure ya can.”

“I’m going to show you instead.” He took one hand in his and rubbed it gently, starting with the tips of her fingers before moving to the fleshy palm.

A smile curved her lips when he flattened her hand against his chest and slowly slid it down over his stomach to where his cock lay half aroused against his thigh. He curled her fingers around it and she felt a tremor race down his body as he guided her hand down the swelling length.

Kaylee raised a curious eyebrow. “Rather have me use my hand ‘stead of my mouth?”

His eyes were dark as he watched their hands move over him, his hips arching involuntarily with each stroke. He suddenly stopped her hand as her question registered in his mind. When he glanced at her, his eyes were filled with passion. “No. I would rather use mine.” He removed her hand and dipped his head to her neck, biting and nipping much as she had done earlier. He paid close attention to her reaction to each kiss, each caress, until he found that sweet, sensitive spot that he knew she possessed.

He sucked firmly at it, taking great care to mark her as he was certain she had marked him. Her hips arched off the bed but he took his time, gently kissing and sucking at the soft skin of her neck before sliding lower. Soft, sweet lips closed around each nipple, already hard with arousal and she whimpered when his tongue passed leisurely over one and then the other.

His touch was slow and maddening, but when his fingers dipped between her thighs and probed her already aching and dripping core, she thought she would scream. Instead, she hissed his name through a series of panting breaths, which only became heavier as he pushed one and then another finger into her.

That sweet mouth continued to move lower, kissing and caressing every inch of her stomach, pausing at the scar that had almost taken her from him before he’d even had the chance to appreciate what a wonder she truly was in his life. He kissed it almost reverently, his tongue tracing the raised skin for a few long moments before dipping lower.

He could feel the heat of her arousal. The musky scent of her rising through his ministrations and as he slid lower, it encompassed and encouraged him. That he could do this to her with a simple touch, a simple caress, make her so wet and aching for him, made him swell with pride. He could feel the arch of her hips against his fingers pushing him deeper.

By the time he replaced his fingers with his tongue, he was so hard, it hurt. She whimpered when his tongue touched her, arched sharply upward when it slipped between her wet folds but nothing could have prepared him for her reaction when his mouth closed over her sweet, sensitive nub and began to suck lightly, teasingly.

Stars exploded behind her tightly closed eyelids when Simon’s mouth closed over her. She was already so close and the feel of his warm mouth and talented tongue sent her spiraling over the edge so hard she didn’t care if the whole ship heard her cry out his name.

In the back of his mind, Simon wondered if anyone had heard her, but he was so overwhelmed with the scent of her, being swept up in the tide of her spent passion, that all he could do was slide a hand up her body and push his damp fingers into her mouth.

She sucked greedily at them, tasting herself and he briefly wondered what in hellfire had kept him from being with her sooner. His whole body ached for her, to touch and kiss her, to join so deeply with her that no one could ever pry them apart.

He lapped at her quivering lips, drinking in the musky scent and the sweet taste of her as if he had been wandering thirsty in a steaming desert. He could feel the tension slide out of her, could feel her fall weak against the bed, panting, her face flushed, her body covered in a light sheen of sweat.

When he lifted his head and caught her watching him, his face flushed and his arousal pulsed. Her eyes were darkened with desire as she slowly, methodically sucked at his fingers. She tugged at them, urging him forward, to climb on top of her and thrust deep. He could see what she wanted in her burning eyes. She didn’t need to tell him.

He slid off the bed and pulled her to her feet, holding her upright as her legs trembled. Desire coursed through his blood as she wrapped her fingers around his wrist and pulled him toward the entrance to her bunk.

When she reached over her head and grasped the rungs of the ladder, his arousal throbbed painfully. He knew what she wanted and there was no delay as he lifted her into his arms and fastened his mouth to hers. He slid his hands under her thighs and lifted them, seemingly light as a feather, and wrapped them around his waist.

She groaned against his mouth when he filled her, sliding deep in one long, smooth stroke. He held her tightly, his hands gripping and releasing her backside in time with his thrusts. Grateful for the locked hatch above them, her cries echoed loudly in his ears. The motion of his hips against hers became more frantic, more harried. He was close and she knew it, she could feel him pulse within her, could feel his short, heated pants against her neck that she had already learned indicated he was close.

She whimpered his name when his mouth closed around that spot on her neck and he groaned loud and long, the sound reverberating down her body. She tried to hold herself up with one hand on the rung above her head and pushed her other hand into his hair, tugging hard at the dark, silky strands.

The slight pain mixed with incredible pleasure threw him over the edge and he bucked against her one last time before his body tensed and the sweet heat of him spilled into her.

Simon tugged her hand free of the rung above their heads and kissed her deeply, his tongue plundering her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and tightened her legs around his waist keeping him deep inside her. He stood there for a moment, holding her, panting against her mouth.

“God, Kaylee. That was –“ he didn’t have the words. He didn’t think he ever would.

“Not at all proper,” she smirked, her eyes bright.

~*~

Over breakfast a few hours later, everyone ate in relative silence. Only Inara wondered why everyone was so quiet. But before she worked up the courage to ask, Jayne looked at Simon.

“Oh, by the way, heard you two all damn night long,” Jayne casually filled his bowl and turned to Simon, who paused with chopsticks halfway to his mouth. “Might want to keep your ruttin’ on Kaylee a bit more quiet-like. Much as I love a good rut, I’d rather be doin’ it than listenin’ to it.”

Simon dropped the chopsticks into his bowl and closed his eyes, feeling that all too familiar, and annoying, flush creep up his neck.

“Whatsa matter, doc? Embarrassed?” Jayne bellowed, taking great amusement at Simon’s discomfort.

“Jayne –“ The tone in Mal’s voice was firm but it went ignored.

Inara winced and looked over to Simon and Kaylee, who sat very still and quiet, unsure of how to answer.

“You would be too if I told everyone what you did after hearing them.” River said, calmly looking up from her own bowl.

“River!” Mal, Jayne and Simon coursed together.

River shot an innocent look at Mal and shrugged. “Just giving Jayne a little taste of his own medicine.”

Mal closed his eyes and sighed. God he hated shipboard relationships. And he hated hearing Kaylee screaming Simon’s name through the bulkheads even more.

END