Author's Note: Here's just a short Simon/Kaylee/Serenity fluff. Hope you like!
And once again, if anyone's interested in teaming up for a fic or just doing some casual rp Serenity style, shoot me a PM!
All belongs to Whedon.
Kaylee loved everything about Simon at this moment. The way his hair was slightly rumpled, the way he'd forgone the usual fancy vest for a more casual sweater, the way his eyes would always find their way back to her face and the smile he'd wear when they got there. They were sitting in the cargo bay on a cold steel bin pressed up against the wall hastily during the last job. They used it like a couch, their backs pressed up against the wall and their legs swinging down over the edge of the container, occasionally finding each other in embarrassing moments of accidentally-on-purpose footsie. Their voices echoed in the empty cargo bay, and Kaylee loved Simon's voice. Free from its usual stiffness thanks to just a little victory wine at dinner that evening, he was laughing and speaking to her like a person, not a robot.
Kaylee loved everything about this moment.
After a bout of laughter their voices tapered into a comfortable silence, and Kaylee found herself leaning slightly on the doctor, her head on his shoulder. He smiled down at her, then looked out onto the room.
"You think everyone's in bed?" He asked.
"No one here but us," Kaylee said softly, beaming. "You, me n' Serenity."
To her surprise he shifted a little, turning slightly and raising his arm to brush his hand against the wall behind them. Staring up at the high ceiling, he looked for all the world like he was stroking some giant animal.
"What does she say to you?" He asked. The question caught her off guard.
"What?"
"When she talks to you, like, you know, like you told me once?" He looked a little uncomfortable now, and she was eager to keep him away from that state so she quickly appeased him.
"Oh yeah, right well, not too much really, she ain't much of a talker when things are goin' smooth. Mostly when somethin's wrong. Or when somethin's right."
He looked down at her and saw she her smile had become shy, almost coy.
"Like when you came on."
He blinked.
"When I, um, what?"
She rubbed her arm bashfully, looking up at him through her eyelashes.
"Day you came on, Serenity, well she, she told me somethin' was right."
Simon gulped. He felt his palms sweat. She was so beautiful.
"Really?" He'd inched closer to her, their faces aligned.
"Nah, but you sure are easy," she shoved him away playfully, shaking her head, causing him to tumble off the side of the bin and land on the ground with a painful thud.
"Simon!" Kaylee hopped down, suddenly panicked, checking to make sure he was ok.
He was laughing on his back, and she sighed with relief, laughing too and finding a spot down next to him.
"As a doctor you know," he managed to say at last, "I can't say it's advisable that you trick people and then shove them off high places. For future reference."
"Oh you just topple too easy." She rolled over and smiled at him. "But right now Serenity's sayin' you oughtta get over it and do some kissin'"
"Well I'd be crazy not to listen to a ship…" He murmured, leaning in close again, feeling her hair tickle his face.
Suddenly a tremendous clang reverberated from the engine room, lights began flashing alarmingly, and before Simon could finally plant his lips onto the girl of his dreams, she had leapt up in instinctual readiness.
"Kaylee! You best be figurin' what the gorram's the matter with my ship!" Mal's voice boomed from the hallways beyond.
She was gone in an instant, scampering off to fix that engine. That petty, attention-seeking engine.
"I get it," Simon said, defeated, to the empty room. "She loves you more." He propped himself up painfully and hobbled off to his bunk.
"Don't have to show off."