“I can’t do this,” Simon muttered in horror.
Jayne hissed, “You wanna tell Zoe that?”
“Not to mention Inara?” Mal shuddered.
“But that’s my sister up there!” Simon said. “Mal, surely you don’t…not with Kaylee watching!”
Wash hopped over to the three of them, pants around his ankles. “Obviously, you guys haven’t been around my wife all that much.” He glared at them. “When she says hop to, she means hop to.”
Simon’s mouth dropped in horror, then scanned the catwalk over the cargo bay. Zoe stood there, sawed off shotgun at the ready. Inara was smirking, while River and Kaylee’s heads were together, whispering something that set off an insane amount of giggles.
He turned to Mal and Jayne, and saw their matching expressions. “I guess we have no choice.” Glumly, he slid his shirt off, to the accompaniment of catcalls. Flushing, he watched as Jayne and Mal caught up to Wash, who was already naked, and bouncing in his eagerness. Simon’s eyes quickly moved to travel over the pool of oil. He trembled.
Brushing up against his back, breath warm in his ear, Jayne whispered, “Well, this oughta be fun.”