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One morning, Simon woke up, and interestingly, he woke up gay.
This
was no surprise - it was just another ordinary day on the Serenity.
If you could call Reavers, Alliance ships, crazed fake-wives, cattle
in the cargo hold, criminal activities, hick crewmates and the
disturbing sight of Jayne licking his knife, 'ordinary'.
Putting on his favourite vest, Simon thought about what he could do
today. No one had any life-threatening injuries he needed to
monitor,
and River had been in pretty good shape yesterday. If she seemed
ok
today, he might actually have a few minutes to relax and ruminate
about being part of this bizarre crew.
Damn! He looked great. This vest was gorgeous, and he bet
at one of
Inara's high-society parties, he'd get more attention than she would.
Sadly, his chances of getting to such a party anytime soon were
limited. Ah well, he'd have to make due with what was available
on
the ship. Now if only he could convince Kaylee to stop flirting
with
him. She was a nice girl, but no thank you.
He popped over to River's bunk, and was thrilled and relieved to see
that she seemed to be doing quite well. She'd been up before
him, and
she'd already eaten. Smoothing the creases on his vest, she told
him
to go and eat, that she would be fine for a few hours.
On his way to the mess hall, he met Jayne in the corridor.
Shrinking
back from Jayne's glare, Simon realised that today he'd woken up
feeling slightly suicidal. It was the only explanation he could
think
of for engaging Jayne in a conversation. "Hi. So, um, how
are your
weapons?"
Jayne scowled. "Since when do you care?"
Well really, he didn't. "I was just wondering if you had to clean
them again or something."
"Why?"
No reason. It wasn't that he wanted to watch Jayne licking up
and
down the sharp edges of his knives. No, that wasn't an attractive
image at all. He certainly hadn't spent a few hours last night
imagining other things Jayne could be doing with that tongue.
"Maybe
I could help? It wouldn't hurt me to get some familiarity with
the
range of weaponry you have at your disposal."
Narrowing his eyes, Jayne moved back a step. "What makes you think
you can handle my stuff with your pretty - er, prissy - little
fingers? You'd probably cut yourself."
"Honestly, Jayne. I handle scalpels and the like all the time.
Do my
fingers looked scarred?" He held them out, fighting back a smirk
as
Jayne stared at them a little too long. "I think you'll find
I'm very
good with my hands."
"I think you talk too much."
Simon smiled. It wasn't the first time he'd been told that. "I
have
always been told I'm good with my mouth." He was very pleased
he
didn't laugh when Jayne's jaw went slack. The mercenary pulled
himself together quite quickly though.
"You better be sayin' what I think you're sayin'."
Simon let his grin widen.
Abruptly, Jayne turned and started walking away. "Then let's go."
Watching Jayne's really quite attractive ass, Simon happily followed
Jayne to his bunk.
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