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The old rule still applies. During the time that's designated as theirs, together, there are to be no work-related distractions.

Which means he's silenced his inbound messages for anything that isn't emergency-priority. Everything else will just have to wait a while.

Simon settles on the couch next to Kaylee, and holds out a mug of homemade cocoa. "So. How's my first attempt?"

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Simon splutters.

And begins to laugh helplessly.

"And I mean to see we finish that one off in real good detail."

It takes a moment for him to stop laughing; when he does, he leans up from the couch, enough to bring his lips to hers.

"How many have we got left?" he murmurs when the kiss breaks.

Kaylee traces a light line down his cheek. "Depends on whether or not we count closets. Or the bigger ones, at least."

Another short swell of laughter.

"What if we don't?"

"Then I might get hurt and cut you off entirely," Kaylee says -- serenely. "Or worse -- I'd count outside as a room."

"I was just asking about how many," he protests.

"...all right, what if we do count closets?"

"If we're feelin' limber..."

She leans in, lays a lingering kiss on the side of his neck, and murmurs, "Eighteen or thereabouts."

"Mmmm."

Words will have to wait for a moment, as he trails a line of kisses along her jaw.

"That could take us a while."

Kaylee laughs low, snaking a hand under his shirt. "We got the time, handsome."

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