Kaylee loves strawberries.
She also loves mangoes, and cucumbers, and the warm, earthy smell of tomatoes. But, she loves strawberries the best. The sweet-sharp-juicy-tart explosion each causes is nothing compared to the lingering taste on her lips, on her tongue. The heart-shaped fruit is also a pretty color, and that�s always been a plus in Kaylee�s book.
She has to remember not to eat them in front of the rest of the crew, though. Whenever she does, Inara watches with a knowing smile, Book�s eyes widen almost imperceptibly, Jayne leers, and Mal just looks uncomfortable. Simon, however, can�t seem to keep from staring� his eyes follow each fruit, as she lifts it to her nose, takes a good sniff, and then, slowly, oh so slowly, slides her tongue over the prickly skin, and takes a bite.
Then there�s a sweet-sharp-juicy-tart burst, and her eyes close in pure bliss. It never fails. When she opens her eyes, Simon has turned as red as the juice on her fingers. Every single time, too.
Kaylee stands, regards the new box of strawberries, and remembers Simon�s looks.
Oh, she loves strawberries, for sure. Right now, though, she loves the idea of finding Simon and eating a few in front of him.