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19 September 2008 @ 10:35 pm
Firefly: Lots of Practice  
Title: Lots of Practice
Characters: Kaylee and Simon
Summary: Simon's mouth gets him into trouble. Again.
Rating: G
Length: 655 words
Pairing: Simon/Kaylee
Spoilers/Timeline: Set somewhere in the series, before BDM
Author's Note: Done for bringthehappy for the prompt
'Kaylee/Simon, picnic'.



Nothing made Simon more nervous than being in port. Well, that was a lie - many things made Simon more nervous than that. Everything tended to make Simon nervous these days. Being in port was a big one, though. At least when you were in flight you could escape. On land, there was a greater chance of those who were hunting you catching up.

He had paced the length of the ship twice in between doing useless work in the infirmary and checking on River (who was docilely watching Inara paint her fingernails). He’d been through the cargo hold twice already, but this time Kaylee was there. She was sitting cross-legged on a ragged blanket with a ragged basket next to her. The parasol she’d been holding the day Simon had first boarded Serenity was folded up, sticking out of the basket.

“Hiya!” she called out to him. She waved him over. “C’mere, I was gonna go lookin’ for ya in a sec.”

Simon obliged and approached the blanket. She beamed one of her sunny smiles at him and he smiled back.

“You gonna sit?” she asked.

Simon sat. This earned him another smile. “Uh, what’s all this?”

“It’s a picnic,” she said. She opened up the basket and began arranging food on the blanket around them. “I wanted to go outside, there’s real shiny meadows out there, but the Cap’n said I wasn’t to go ‘frolickin’’, so I changed my plans.”

“Oh,” Simon said. He thought that was a nice and neutral statement.

“Lemonade?” she asked, holding up a vacuum bottle.

“Um, sure,” he agreed. “Where did you get lemons?”

“It’s not real lemons, of course,” she said, with a laugh. She handed him a glass. “Go on, it’s not bad.”

Simon took a sip. It actually wasn’t that bad. It tasted nothing like lemonade, but it wasn’t bad. “So, why a picnic?”

“Why not?” she said. “People go on picnics. Just ‘cause we’re petty thieves don’t mean we can’t be like civilized folk. Bàn miàn?” He nodded and accepted the bowl of noodles and a pair of chopsticks. “I mean, I bet you went on lots of picnics ‘fore you joined with us.”

Simon cocked his head to the side, remembering. “We used to go when we were younger, out into the country, by this lake. River liked to feed the swans. My dad had a portable chess set; we used to play after lunch. He always let me win the first one and then completely trounce me on the second.”

“I bet it was a lot fancier than this,” Kaylee said, gesturing to the worn blanket and basket.

“Yeah,” Simon said, still lost in thought. Kaylee’s face fell. “I mean, it was...this is nice, too...it’s creative and...you’ve done a great job for what you have...which isn’t to say that you don’t have a lot or anything, but when you’re in space and on the move all the time it must be hard to...”

Kaylee rolled her eyes. “Stop talking, Doc.”

Simon closed his mouth with a snap. Kaylee opened up her parasol and twirled it over her shoulder, blocking her view of him with it. Simon ran a hand through his hair and cursed himself. His tongue never worked right around Kaylee. He slapped his palm with his chopsticks nervously, trying to figure out how to fix things.

“I don’t need a lake or lemonade with lemons or anything like that,” he said, quietly. “I’m happy to be here, with you. You’re...you’re better than a lake.”

He chanced looking over to her and found her eyes peering at him over the parasol. The parasol closed and her cheeks were flushed. She smiled at him.

“You talk pretty when you’re in trouble,” she said.

Simon’s blush matched hers. “Lots of practice,” he said.

She grinned and nudged his knee with her foot. “Eat up. I got a chocolate cake with no chocolate in it for dessert.”

Simon raised his eyebrows and picked up some noodles with his chopsticks. “Well, I certainly don’t want to miss that.”
 
 
 
donutsweeperdonutsweeper on September 20th, 2008 03:21 am (UTC)
“You talk pretty when you’re in trouble,”

Lol- that's Simon to a T

And I loved the chocolate cake with no chocolate!
The Writer They Call Tay: Firefly: Kaylee cuteawanderingbard on September 21st, 2008 12:33 pm (UTC)
I love Simon's ability to *flail* *flail* *something sweet* *flail*. It reminds me of my brother. In fact, to a lesser degree, my brother and I are Simon and River. He's the sensible older one (who wanted to be a doctor for awhile) and I'm the crazy little sister (who loves to dance). My brother would totally come across the galaxy to save me, too. And Ama makes a wonderful Kaylee. :-)
donutsweeperdonutsweeper on September 21st, 2008 02:51 pm (UTC)
I wouldn't say crazy.. but awwww, it's great that you have that in your family
Hopeful Romantic: shinyhoperomantic on September 20th, 2008 07:53 am (UTC)
That was very nice and quite sweet. Poor Simon, but he does talk very pretty when he's in trouble. *grin*
The Writer They Call Tay: DW: Stray Doctorawanderingbard on September 21st, 2008 12:34 pm (UTC)
Thanks! *gets distracted by your icon for, like, five minutes* Um...where was I? Oh yes, thanks for reading and taking the time to comment. :-D
Annwildannuette on September 20th, 2008 01:12 pm (UTC)
“I mean, it was...this is nice, too...it’s creative and...you’ve done a great job for what you have...which isn’t to say that you don’t have a lot or anything, but when you’re in space and on the move all the time it must be hard to...”


That line above is just so Simon. Cute romance, he makes up for the word slippages earlier with the lake comment.
The Writer They Call Tay: Firefly: Kaylee cuteawanderingbard on September 21st, 2008 12:36 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I love Simon's ability to talk himself into corners and I wanted to give him a chance to talk himself out of this one. Thanks for reading and taking the time to comment!
lucubrations, not laborious (hopefully): crowshamusandstone on September 20th, 2008 05:24 pm (UTC)
Very cute :)
The Writer They Call Tay: Firefly: still flyingawanderingbard on September 21st, 2008 12:36 pm (UTC)
Thanks!
AngiePen: Firefly MalJayne -- mineangiepen on September 20th, 2008 07:14 pm (UTC)
Hehehe! Your Simon's so cute. :D And Kaylee's always cute, so they match nicely.

Angie, who only has one Firefly icon
The Writer They Call Tay: Firefly: Mal messawanderingbard on September 21st, 2008 12:37 pm (UTC)
Thanks! Simon and Kaylee make me happy. :-)

-Tay, who has very few Firefly icons not featuring Mal
dreolindreolin on September 20th, 2008 09:53 pm (UTC)
Very nice and very Simon.
The Writer They Call Tay: Firefly: Mal supervisingawanderingbard on September 21st, 2008 12:37 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
Howie: adorable s/khow_obscure on September 22nd, 2008 03:25 am (UTC)
Aw, so cute. :)