Title: When Its Appropriate

Rating: NC-17

Synopsis: What could have happened during the episode Jaynestown.

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

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The music continued well into the night as Simon drowned his annoyance at Jayne’s good fortune at the bottom of an earthen mug filled, as the night went on, with more and more alcohol.

After Mal had left them alone, Kaylee had scooted closer and Simon had a difficult time controlling – well – everything. They laughed and joked like he’d always wanted as his inhibitions melted away.

He wasn’t sure which one of them had leaned forward first, but all of a sudden she was in his lap and they were kissing passionately. His hands held her cheeks, pulling her deeper against his mouth and her hands were everywhere, inflaming every bit of skin that they touched.

Kaylee rolled her hips against Simon’s and was rewarded with a long, low groan. After his tongue had thoroughly plundered her mouth, his lips slid to her neck and urgently kissed along the smooth skin.

“Hey!” the bartender stood over them, glaring. “We gots rooms for that!”

Kaylee swayed in Simon’s lap as she looked up at the annoyed man and when Simon pulled his mouth away from her neck, his eyes crossed as they tried to focus on the bartender.

Kaylee only managed an excited nod, slid off Simon’s lap and pulled him to his feet. With one arm around his waist to keep him upright, she reached into his pants pocket, pulled out a few coins and tossed them at the bartender. Then she took Simon’s hand and dragged him toward the stairs.

“This won’t buy ya but an hour! Best be done by then!”

But the couple didn’t hear him. As soon as the door shut behind them, Kaylee pushed Simon against the wall and kissed him so hard his head spun – and not just from the sheer amount of alcohol he had consumed. She quickly pulled open his vest, then pushed her hands beneath his crisp white shirt and undershirt. Eager hands and fingers traced the lithe muscles, whimpering happily when he groaned against her mouth.

Kaylee shrugged her shoulders as his hands slipped beneath her coveralls to slide them off her shoulders. She kicked off her boots as his gentle, eager hands pushed the material over her hips. Without breaking the kiss, she pulled him toward the bed, hands going to the fastenings of his pants and loosing them expertly. She pushed them far enough down his hips to get at what she wanted and tugged one of her legs from her worn and weathered coveralls.

When they hit the bed, Kaylee had a death grip on Simon’s cock and was stroking it hard and fast, making sure the alcohol in his system didn’t prevent him from finishing. His mouth clung to hers, tongue plundering, licking, feeling, their breath coming in ragged gasps.

His hands moved to her breasts, squeezing them through her cotton top, as she pulled him closer, still stroking him roughly, urgently.

She tore her mouth from his and cried out when his hips arched sharply, pulling his cock out of her hand and plunging it into her tight, wet body. Her hands clenched fists full of his hair as he moved against her, and she groaned beneath him while his hips snapped relentlessly against hers.

He mumbled unintelligible words in her ear as he dropped his head and panted against her neck. Her pulse beat rapidly there and he closed his eyes as much to drown out the spinning of the room as to heighten the sensation of her body beneath him.

She slipped a hand between them and touched her clit, surprisingly sensitive due to the amount of alcohol they’d consumed. At each of his thrusts, it pushed her hand hard against herself. All too soon, her mouth opened in a soundless cry, her body shuddering beneath him as she came.

As her inner walls fluttered and clenched around his length, he arched his back and cried out against her neck. His hips thrust hard and deep against her, straining for a release that was approaching faster than he could seemingly keep up with.

Kaylee clung to him, gasping her pleasure into the very air, as his hot seed spurted into her in short, quick bursts.

They collapsed against one another, panting, their warm, damp skin cooling even as their bodies trembled violently from their mutual release.

When their strength returned, they dressed quickly and stumbled back down to the bar, collapsing into an oversize chair. The bartender smirked knowingly and gave them mugs filled with more alcohol than they truly needed to consume.

They continued to drink, Simon pausing at certain times to smile drunkenly at Kaylee and slide his hands down the overalls barely clinging to her hips. After a time, they could no longer keep their eyes open and Kaylee pushed Simon back against the chair and snuggled against his chest, his steady heartbeat lulling her into a deep, exhausted slumber.

Simon sat bolt upright in bed, his eyes wide, and stared at his closed bunk door. He glanced down at his covered erection and sighed. He’d had the same dream for the last three nights in a row and he was beginning to think there was something more to it that he was missing.

He’d dreamed often enough about Kaylee, but why would his mind associate such an eagerly anticipated event with – Canton, of all places. Simon made a disgusted face and rolled over, trying to go back to sleep. He tried to purge the image and the disturbingly real feel of Kaylee’s sweet, soft body surrounding him, squeezing him, ripping the orgasm out of his body and into hers.

The more he thought about his dream, the harder he got. As his hand inched closer to his already weeping erection, to take care of the uncomfortable hardness, a knock sounded at his door.

Simon groaned and squeezed his eyes shut as he heard River call his name. His erection forgotten at the sound of her voice, he squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath.

“Simon!” River’s knock was insistent now and he pushed himself out of bed and slid open the door.

“River, shh. You’ll wake the Shepherd.”

“He’s asleep.” River tilted her head and grinned at her brother, her eyes twinkling. “Kaylee’s not, though.”

Simon looked at the floor. “River, you need to go back to bed. Do you want me to get you a smoother to help you sleep?”

“You need more help than I do.”

Simon rolled his eyes and led River back to her room. He helped her back into bed and tenderly covered her with the blankets. As he went to slide the door shut, River looked over at her boob of a brother and said, “she’s waiting for you.”

“River –“

“Wasn’t just a dream,” River said as she snuggled into the blankets.

Simon stared at his sister for a long moment before sliding her door shut. He stood in the hallway for a long time, trying to decipher the meaning of his sister’s words. She couldn’t know, could she? Could she see his dreams? He shook his head with an annoyed snort. No. That thought was just disturbing on too many levels.

He went back to his bunk and lay down with a sigh, wondering why he had trouble telling this one beautiful, cheery girl how much he looked forward to seeing her in the mornings. What a relief she brought to his very stress-filled life. How much he wanted to kiss and make love to her all night long.

He didn’t know he’d already done that very thing. He just couldn’t remember it.

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