Title: Inhale
Summary: "Kaylee smelled like strawberries."
Rating: Adult
Characters: Simon, River, Kaylee; Simon/Kaylee, Simon/River
Spoilers/Timeline: No spoilers
Warnings: Crazy Space Incest
Author's Note: Written for redshoeson@LJ, with the prompt "lilacs."
Kaylee smelled like strawberries. Even out here in the black, weeks after they'd last had the luxurious fruits, she defied logic by tantalizing them all with her fragrance. Simon knew she had to use scented shampoo, or perhaps soap, but for some reason, she never smelled sterile or artificial. It was as if she just exuded the essence of strawberries.
Whenever he was around her, he inhaled the sweet aroma, imprinting it on his memory. He made excuses to be near her, dropping into the engine room unexpectedly to learn more about Serenity's inner workings, helping her cook dinner (such as it was), or any of the myriad things Kaylee did around Serenity. She welcomed his attention, unable to hide her schoolgirl grin.
He told himself that it was the sterile smell of the infirmary, the copper tang of blood drawn for tests, and the chemical odor of the drugs he administered to River that drove him to Kaylee's strawberry-scented side. He told himself that it had nothing to do with the smell of lilacs he couldn't wash out of his sheets, the soft, sweet fragrance of violet blossoms that would always reappear in his room after he'd laundered them. He told himself he wanted Kaylee because of the mechanic's sweet smile, not because he needed to get his mind off wide brown eyes that stared at him with absolute love and trust as he poked and prodded at her skin.
But every night he'd return to his room, smelling vaguely of strawberries, and be overwhelmed by the presence of lilacs. "Lilacs grow on the River-bank," she whispered, her breath warm against his neck as she unbuttoned his shirt. Simon feebly tried to push her away, but they both knew his protest wouldn't last. It never did. He leaned down to kiss her cheek, but she turned, lips meeting, tongues tasting.
He'd always preferred lilacs.
END
Summary: "Kaylee smelled like strawberries."
Rating: Adult
Characters: Simon, River, Kaylee; Simon/Kaylee, Simon/River
Spoilers/Timeline: No spoilers
Warnings: Crazy Space Incest
Author's Note: Written for redshoeson@LJ, with the prompt "lilacs."
Kaylee smelled like strawberries. Even out here in the black, weeks after they'd last had the luxurious fruits, she defied logic by tantalizing them all with her fragrance. Simon knew she had to use scented shampoo, or perhaps soap, but for some reason, she never smelled sterile or artificial. It was as if she just exuded the essence of strawberries.
Whenever he was around her, he inhaled the sweet aroma, imprinting it on his memory. He made excuses to be near her, dropping into the engine room unexpectedly to learn more about Serenity's inner workings, helping her cook dinner (such as it was), or any of the myriad things Kaylee did around Serenity. She welcomed his attention, unable to hide her schoolgirl grin.
He told himself that it was the sterile smell of the infirmary, the copper tang of blood drawn for tests, and the chemical odor of the drugs he administered to River that drove him to Kaylee's strawberry-scented side. He told himself that it had nothing to do with the smell of lilacs he couldn't wash out of his sheets, the soft, sweet fragrance of violet blossoms that would always reappear in his room after he'd laundered them. He told himself he wanted Kaylee because of the mechanic's sweet smile, not because he needed to get his mind off wide brown eyes that stared at him with absolute love and trust as he poked and prodded at her skin.
But every night he'd return to his room, smelling vaguely of strawberries, and be overwhelmed by the presence of lilacs. "Lilacs grow on the River-bank," she whispered, her breath warm against his neck as she unbuttoned his shirt. Simon feebly tried to push her away, but they both knew his protest wouldn't last. It never did. He leaned down to kiss her cheek, but she turned, lips meeting, tongues tasting.
He'd always preferred lilacs.
END
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