When she thought about Simon, it was mostly what he'd feel like 'twixt her legs.
She'd thought about those pretty eyes looking down--or looking up, depending on where she was--and then having to squinch shut. She'd conjured those clever doctor's hands clutching her hips or shoulders as she showed him the only other thing she'd ever showed a natural aptitude for.
She hadn't thought about it like this; laying in the quiet and still, him curled around her and his breath warming her neck and part of her ear, legs tangled together and sweat drying on them both.
"Kaylee?" His voice is hardly a murmur, but one that rattles through her bones.
"Yeah?" She turns her head a little and his arms tighten to hold her in place.
"I'm sorry it took me so long. I wanted… I just hope it was worth the wait."
"Oh, Simon—" She wiggles round. "It was great! 'Specially the part where you put…"
"No…" He puts his fingers over her lips. "Kaylee, not just the sex. I mean all of it. I mean me."
"Well, Simon… I coulda had sex with just 'bout anyone. I waited for you."
"Oh."
"Yes. Oh."