-1Well, damn. Simon's breath puffed out from between pursed lips, scowling as he met his own disappointed eyes in the mirror before him. The sun arched in from the windows beside him, warming the skin of his naked chest and putting in stark reality just how much weight he'd lost on Serenity. He'd known, in the back of his mind as the belt notches went up that he was loosing weight but he'd never realized just how much until he was back in his house for the first time in two years and trying on some of the only casual clothes he owned.

He'd bought the jeans when he was 18, they were faded, worn in all the right places and as of this moment, hanging for dear life on the sharp of his hipbones. The scent of bacon and maple wafted from downstairs as River and Mal cooked breakfast, waiting for him to come down and put into place the plan for today. Which really, now that his bank accounts were unfrozen was just a lot of shopping.

The door creaked open, and just as Simon was about to whine at River, lamenting the loss of his favourite jeans, a low whistle shot into the silence. Simon rolled his eyes knowing exactly who is was and what was coming next. Not even turning, Simon heaved another sigh and began to look around for his belt.

"Give me three minutes, Jayne, I'll be down." lanky hands wove the well used leather between the old belt loops, hands repeating the motion even as bright blue eyes turned back to the door, surprised at the silence that had greeted his remark.

He was presently surprised then, to see the a gaping mouth and eyes wide with desire trained on him as his lover gazed hungrily at every bit of flesh offered.

"Well, damn," Jayne's tongue flicked out to wet his lips as he sauntered toward Simon, grinning. Hands cupping his lover's hipbones and pulling him back, pressing his still smiling lips to the back of his doctor's sun warmed skin. "let 'em wait. Zoe and 'Nara're still asleep 'neways."

He hummed happily, sampling more flesh as Simon leaned back against him, his fingertips rubbing in small circles into the rough fabric.

"Jayne, I fit these jeans when I was a teen. Isn't there something wrong with that?"

"mm, Nope. Not a gorram thing." Fingers hooking into the loose loops, Jayne slowly danced his lover back to the bed, intent on soaking up the warm morning in the best way, In bed. Shopping could gorram wait.