Chapter 0 - Part the First and Only

The enchanting music lilted out of the speakers set above the narrow bed. Kaylee lay back on her sheets, staring up at the immense dress that hung innocently from the wall by her feet. It was pretty. So very pretty. What those girls at the party said was rubbish, it was a wonderful dress and she loved it. She put down the box of sugared sweets and closed her eyes.
 
If only the captain hadn't started that fight, it would have been such an evening. The parties she'd gone to before joining the crew had been rustic affairs, drunken boys and country jigs. They had been ok, but the glamour and splendour of the ball had infected her. As soon as she'd stepped on the polished dance floor and looked up at the dazzling chandelier with all those elegant and sophisticated men and women moving with such precision through it, she had been lost. It was like an engine, really, she reflected, opening her eyes to gaze thoughtfully at the dress, each person was like a part, and they all moved together in harmony because they all knew what their part was for. Nobody was angry or drunk, or fighting or raping. It was so beautiful. Until the Captain hit that boo-tai jung-tzahng-duh right in his snide face.
 
She had been surrounded by men when that happened. They had been listening to her! Avidly! None of the boys back home cared what she said about engines, even if she was right. Now all these rich, cleaver, important men were hanging off her every word. Laughing at her jokes. The younger ones kept asking, or trying to ask her to dance. She was glad the others shouted them down; she had never learned to dance, not that kind of dance anyway. And she was having so much fun talking about engines. A part of her had wondered if she could get away with staying on Persephone. These guys would be falling over each other to hire her. Then again, she had realised, the Captain couldn't keep Serenity flying without her.
 
Kaylee closed her eyes again as her mind drifted back once more to the rapt expressions on their faces as she talked on and on about mechanics. She smiled to herself, remembering the longing in their eyes as she ate strawberries. Jayne had commented on that before, he said she went out of her way to eat in an alluring way. Kaylee just loved the experience, she couldn't help showing how much she enjoyed the sweet taste, the syrupy juice and the tender flesh as she half chewed half sucked the strawberries down.
 
But those looks. It was the same look Simon had sometimes, when he wasn't minding his face. It said 'I don't care if I do end up in the Special Hell, it would be worth it.' Kaylee let her hands caress her body as she thought about Simon. The boy was so tied up with propriety, if only he'd relax she could show him some things, things they don't tell you bout in medical school. She grinned to herself, one hand stroking her breast, the other resting lazily on her inner thigh. She held the soft flesh of her chest, the tickle making her toes curl slightly, she bit her lower lip as the fingertips caught on her hardening nipple.
 
She imagined Simon walking in, right then. Stepping down the ladder with his boyish face smiling in that genuine way of his, the look dissolving when he caught sight of her. The hand on her thigh edged towards her pants, her skin prickling under its movement. He'd try and scamper up, to run away all apologies and embarrassment, but she wouldn't let him. She'd jump up, and grab him. She'd press her chest against him, pin him to the wall and just kiss him. Propriety tsway-niou! She'd have him right then and there, if only he'd appear.
 
Her hand was working on her crux now, rubbing up and down over the loose fabric of her trousers, bringing out the wetness and making her lips flare. Her eyes were tight shut. Now he was getting into it, he'd return her kiss and hold her close. She'd run her hands down his back and grab his ass. Oh she loved Simon's ass. She often wondered if he somehow, subconsciously knew it, and wore all those fitted slacks to show off to her. But then again, maybe not.
 
Her legs shuddered as Kaylee slipped a hand into her pants, the wetness coated her fingers instantly as she probed. Gently she tickled her clit, still biting down on her lip and now squeezing hard on her breast with the other hand. She would tear off his shirt, and admire his body. He was surprisingly well built for a rich doctor, he kept himself trim. She would stroke and kiss his chest, while her hands undid his belt. He would fondle her breasts, tickling her nipples.
 
He had a big cock. Kaylee was sure he did. He did. It would be straight and not too vein-y. It would be silky and semi-hard when she pulled it free of his pants. When she bent down he would stammer again, telling her she didn't have to, but she'd just smile. She wanted to. She licked her lips as she imagined it, hot and pulsing on her tongue. She would look up at Simon while she sucked, stroking his shaft with both hands, working her tongue around the head. He would sigh and shiver, lolling his head and running his hands through her hair.
 
The hand inside her pants rubbed faster, dragging her fingertips over her clit and around her entrance as she imagined him getting hard in her mouth. She slipped her trousers around her hips and down her legs with her free hand, imagining doing the same under Simons lustful gaze. She would let him go, but keep her hand wrapped around his shaft and pull him towards her bed. He'd slip out of his slacks and she would pull her top up over her breasts. Naked now apart from bra and pants she would slip into his arms, their skin would touch all over. His hands on her hips and hers on his back. She reached two fingers inside herself, gasping as they caught her spot. They would sink together onto the bed, his erection pressing hard against her belly, slippery with her saliva.
 
With eyes still closed, Kaylee's free hand was scrabbling in the cupboards that ran along the wall next to her bed. Her fingers closed around the thing. Simon would be ontop now, she'd spread her legs for him and he'd lie on her, their kisses passionate and ravenous. His hands would fondle her breasts and cup her buttocks, while at her crux the pressure of his penis would slowly open her up to him. The vibrator hummed into live, sending shudders through Kaylee's loins. Her other hand clasped her breast, pinching the nipple, as her imaginary Simon nibbled it gently.
 
He'd thrust hard. All propriety forgotten, lost in the moment, locked inside her. She would wrap her legs round him, holding the small of his back with her hands, pulling him into her while he buried his face in the nape of her neck. The vibrator sang in and out of her pussy, making it clench and making her hips buck as she thought about the feeling of his heaving chest on hers and the weight of his body pressing down. She was panting now, short noises that came as she exhaled. Her eyes screwed shut as he buried himself so deeply into her folds. He would moan and gasp on top of her, his breath sweet and warm on her neck, and she'd hold him close, locking them together as his movements became faster, more urgent.
 
The vibrator blurred as she worked it in and out, her other hand now flicking back and forth over her engorged clit. He wouldn't want to cum in her, but she wouldn't let him pull out. She'd clamp him tight, holding him with her legs, her arms and her lips. He would spasm as the movements of her internal muscles pushed him over, and then...
 
Kaylee's lips tightened around the base of the vibrator, and her legs curled up, her body rocking and rippling as orgasm set her mind alight. He'd cum with her, the surging pulsing member within her would pump her full while they both cried aloud and deeply kissed each other, all cares and courtesy forgotten. Let the others hear, let Mal get annoyed, let Jayne beat off to it. She wouldn't care, and she wouldn't let him care.
 
When it was over he would rest on her breast, sweat and heat pouring off them both. He'd still be inside her, slowly getting soft. She would let it slip out on its own, lost, uncaring in the joy of him. The vibrator, chugging slowly on a low setting nestled between her lips, sending gentle, cleansing vibrations through her tingling body. She was breathing heavily, both hands kneading her breasts absently, her face a vision of satisfaction. When she opened her eyes, it would all dissolve. The passion, the heat the love would evaporate as the light washed it away. She would sigh and pull her trousers up, and then go back to reality. She would look longingly at him over the dinner table and wish. But for now, her eyes remained closed, keeping the feeling of him alive. The smell of his sweat, the touch of his hands, the heat of his love. These things were real, until she opened her eyes.
 
"Kaylee!" the shout echoed down from the corridor above, and the Captain's face loomed into view from the stairs, "We need to get..." His words froze when his eyes registered what they saw. Kaylee spasmed into motion, pulling her legs and arms inwards, she rolled into a ball, and turned a dazzled and shocked face on the Captain. But he had already withdrawn, she could hear his hurried footsteps diminishing in the direction of the bridge. If only it had been Simon, she thought, as her heart slowed slightly. If only.