"Cap'n, if we don't get the new parts, Serenity won't make it off the ground."
"Kaylee, we're in a bad way right now. The crew ain't even been paid, as you well know, and we damn sure can't afford any new parts, nor can we spend any more time on this backwater little moon when we got a job to get done. So you make do with what you got." At her exasperated expression, Mal softened. "You can do it, I know how this boat speaks to you. She'll help you figure it out."
Kaylee sighed. "Alright, cap'n."
Mal turned on his heel and strode out of the room, and Kaylee started back in on the engine. For all its excitement, sometimes being a mechanic for a band of outlaws was gorram tiring. Sighing, she brushed a lock of hair from her face, smearing grease across her forehead. She drifted into a reverie as she worked, fantasizing about Simon, that handsome – but stuffy – doctor. She ain't had nothin twixt her nethers t'weren't run on batteries in...hell, a year maybe. But Simon...what Kaylee wouldn't do to bed him. Every time she thought she was gettin' close, though, he'd go all core-planet-doctor on her, locked up tighter'n an airlock in the black. If only...
Kaylee started at a sound behind her. She turned to see Simon standing in the doorway to the engine room, watching her.
"Sorry," he stuttered, "I didn't mean to stare...it's just so fascinating, watching you work. You really do have a way with machines."
Kaylee smiled. "Thanks."
"And you really do look lovely...even in your coveralls, with your arm buried in an engine." With an embarrassed laugh, Kaylee pulled her arm out of the engine, opting instead to fiddle with a screwdriver between her two hands.
Waiting expectantly, she looked over the doctor. He was in a high-collared white shirt, with a dark green vest and black pants. As always, she was amazed at how he stayed so clean-cut even in a life such as theirs. He was just always so...pretty. His dark hair was swept back, accenting his expressive brows and intelligent eyes. His mouth tightened into a small, nervous smile as Kaylee waited for him to speak.
Taking a step closer, Simon let out a small sigh. "To hell with it." Wrapping an arm around Kaylee's waist, he pulled her closer and pressed a kiss to her lips. Kaylee, swooning a little, dropped the screwdriver that was in her hand and put her arms around his neck. With his free hand, Simon quickly unbuttoned and shed his vest and shirt, and unzipped Kaylee's mechanic's jumpsuit. As Simon went to remove his pants, Kaylee pulled his undershirt off over his head, kissing his shoulders and chest, his body already glistening with sweat from the heat of the engine room. His muscled physique shone in the dim lights – how did a classy doctor-type ever get so big? – and his eyes were bright with lust as he peeled off Kaylee's pink tee-shirt. Stripping off the last of their undergarments, Simon laid Kaylee on her back beside the engine. He pushed himself inside her, and a gasp escaped Kaylee's lips. Finally, a real man. Finally, Mr. Handsome Doctor let himself go. He grunted as he thrust into her. Her body filled with ecstasy as he took her, and...
"Kaylee, is my ship ready yet?"
Kaylee jumped, and looked over at Mal, who'd just come back. Dammit...it was just gettin' good, too...
"Yes, cap'n."
"Good. Now I just gotta find that gorram pilot of mine..."
"I think Wash is in the infirmary with Zoe."
Mal nodded, and stepped out again.
Poking his head in the infirmary, Mal saw Zoe sitting on the exam table, the doc patching up a cut on her leg – an unfortunate side effect of things not going smooth. Wash was beside her, and the two were smiling and chatting, with the doc being all serious and stoic-like, as always.
