Disclaimer: I do not own Firefly, it's Joss Whedon's. I'm just playing with it for a bit.

Note: Companion piece for another story of mine entitled Tension.

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Simon smiled wickedly and slipped lower down Kaylee's body again, his long, gentle fingers, a surgeon's fingers, working their magic, making Kaylee whimper, causing her to lose control of the English language. Simon traced his fingertips delicately over the curve of her breasts, stroking her nipples delicately as he did so. He continued lower, hearing a sharp intake of breath from Kaylee as he brushed over her ribs, effectively tickling her.

Simon's fingers had a mind of their own. They wanted to touch, to feel, to explore, to caress, to pleasure. All that Simon concerned himself with was Kaylee. He wanted her to feel, to experience. He wanted to bring her to the edge. He loved watching her ride out the waves of her climaxes as she breathed his name.

Simon stroked Kaylee's lower abdomen softly, teasingly. He felt her muscles tighten under his touch. It was amusing, really. He'd just spent a good forty five minutes relaxing her with a full body massage, and another forty five seconds tensing her again with a brush of his fingers.

Kaylee writhed beneath Simon's touch. He always knew just how to touch her, just where to touch her. She arched her hips, pressing her belly into Simon's warm fingertips. God, he was so close. If he just slipped his fingertips a couple of inches lower, Kaylee knew she'd scream, she knew that hot tears of mirth would sting at her eyes from the sheer joy of the release.

Simon smiled and flattened his palm against Kaylee's abdomen as her hips arched up to meet his fluttering touches. His free hand rested on her thigh, gently rubbing it as the hand on her belly slipped lower, brushing dangerously close to her most intimate parts. Simon slowly slipped the hand he had resting on Kaylee's thigh between her legs, coaxing her into parting them.

Once she'd parted them slightly, just enough to expose herself to him, Simon’s hand slipped up her thigh at the same time as the other hand slipped down from her belly. He felt Kaylee shiver and heard the beginnings of a moan forming on her lips. Simon settled his hands at the crooks of Kaylee's thighs, stroking lightly, making her shiver.

Kaylee whimpered softly as Simon stroked so very near to her core. She'd parted her thighs for him, to allow him access to her. There was no one in the 'verse that could make her feel the way he did with just a touch. She didn't know what it was, whether it was experience, or his intimate knowledge of the human body, and she didn't rightly care. All she knew was that after the way he touched her, she didn't ever want to let anyone else touch her like that. His skilled fingers had left their mark on her and she wouldn't let anyone else take here to the level Simon could take her.

Simon knew that Kaylee was close to the point of throttling him for taking it so slowly. He knew how much she wanted him to touch her, to slip his fingers into her, to gently massage her there like he'd done with the rest of her body. Slowly but surely, Simon obliged her, slipping lower, feeling the heat emanating from her, fingers slipping in her wetness.

Kaylee moaned softly as she felt Simon's fingers reach her core at last. She wanted to press her legs together, to trap his hand there, to feel their body heats mixing, but she resisted, her hands gripping the bed sheets tightly. She bit back a gasp, instead inhaling sharply as Simon stroked her lightly, driving her absolutely mad.

Simon gently stroked Kaylee for a long moment, just touching, just caressing, before finally giving into her wordless pleading and slowly slipping his fingers into her. Just two fingers, but it was enough to stretch her pleasantly. Simon felt her muscles tighten around his fingers as he slipped them slowly back and forth, sending all sorts of pleasant sensations through her.

The second his fingers entered her, Kaylee lost control. She tossed her head from side to side in a fit of sensation, whimpering and moaning. She'd been waiting to feel this for too long. All of Simon's teasing had brought her to this, turned her into a useless heap of rapid-firing nerves. Kaylee squirmed, gyrating her hips in time to Simon’s strokes, heightening the sensation.

Simon watched the way Kaylee twisted and writhed as he moved his fingers in her. This was that grace, the grace that intrigued him so. Even in a fit of passion she managed to be so graceful, she managed such decorum, as skewed as the word was in the sense. As he continued his ministrations, Simon leaned forward and kissed Kaylee’s neck lightly, nipping and teasing at the flesh there.

A whole new sensation shot through Kaylee as Simon nipped at her neck. She gasped and knew that it was almost time; she was so close to the catharsis. Her eyes were closed and she had lost track of time and sense of place. All she could do was feel, all she could feel were Simon's kisses, his strokes. Kaylee wasn't even conscious of herself anymore, she let Simon's name slip from her lips in breathless whispers without even realizing it. He knew just how to stroke, just how much pressure to stroke with, just where to apply that pressure. Kaylee's last conscious thought before she was overwhelmed by her climax was that if she felt any more passion she would fall apart.

Simon continued to delicately, expertly stroke his fingers within Kaylee as she experienced what looked to be an earth-shattering climax. He let her fly on the wings of passion until she was completely exhausted and collapsed, her skin shining with a sheen of perspiration, back onto the bed, completely immobile, catching her breath. He slipped his fingers out of her and shifted a little closer to her, his hands coming to rest on her hips as he leaned in and pressed a light kiss to her forehead.

Kaylee was truly, madly, deeply spent. She hadn’t released like that in a long time. She sighed pleasantly as she felt Simon's lips on her forehead. Her eyes fluttered open and she took a deep breath just one last time to finally slow her racing heart and even out her breathing. She met his gaze and tilted her head to the side a little as she looked up at him, their gazes speaking more than words could at that moment.

Simon smiled down at Kaylee as he met her eyes. He turned his body, reaching for the blanket bunched up at the foot of the bed. He pulled it up slowly and covered Kaylee, leaning in again to kiss her, his lips meeting hers this time in a quick kiss. Simon pulled back and stood slowly, his eyes never leaving Kaylee's. He had some work to do in the infirmary and he left her laying there comfortably with instructions to rest until he came back.

He had some ideas for what they could do once he finished his work and he left Kaylee there, wanting, waiting. Soon enough he’d be back with something special to bring her to yet another shattering climax...