Dexterity
Title: Dexterity
Pairing: Simon/Kaylee
Words: 250
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters or source material; I’m not making any money from this.
Notes: Used the comment_fic prompt, “good with his hands.”
Summary: Simon may babble on and run his mouth, but he makes up for it.
Simon may babble on and run his mouth, but he makes up for it. Kaylee don’t mind all the dumb things he’s said once he starts kissing her. Soft lips giving her soft-sweet kisses, but the hand playing around the bottom of her shirt is softer. Would be-- they’re his passage aboard. His livelihood. Clean, too; no smearing dirt or engine grease like she does when she runs a hand over herself in passing.
His mouth is moving slowly, but his hands are quick to undo the button-fly of her faded cargos. He lifts her onto her hammock and tugs her shirt off, along with her pants and socks. Nearly naked-- only the lacy little things she wears to feel girly covering her now, and Simon skims uncalloused fingertips over one nipple; Kaylee takes his hand, fixes it there, and it grows hard.
Shoving her pants off herself because Simon’s hands are busy cupping her breasts, roaming, but too full to do anything else. Kaylee bites back a moan, stuttering half-formed words out as he kisses her collarbone. Softdry lips on that indentation, multitasking until she starts squirming. The strings of her hammock digging into her bare back, cutting angry-red slashes there; she wraps her legs around his waist. Guide one of his hands down, pale, gentle, but sure. Kaylee’s slick already, streaking wetness onto his fingers as he curls two into her.
Yes, he’s definitely good with his hands-- better than she is with hers.