Title: Betwixed the Nethers

Rating: NC-17

Synopsis: Simon gets an eyeful while looking for some company.

Timeframe: After ‘Objects in Space’. This story completely discounts the movie.

Notes: FrellingBlonde, Wanmei, Yanlei and I decided to take a common theme (voyeurism and/or toys) and write a story around it. I wrote 2. This is my first version. This was not a contest, so please do not consider it such.

Disclaimer: This story is not meant to infringe on the copyright of any person or company related to the trademarked characters and situations depicted in the Serenity movie or Firefly series. I make no money from this. OnIy done for fun - and a desperate craving to have more stories told about this wonderful ‘verse Joss Whedon created.

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The ship was empty, well, mostly. A job had called away every member of the crew, leaving a sleeping River, Simon and Kaylee to remain with the ship. Even Shepherd Book had asked to go with them. The job would be an easy one, no chance for foul play.

He needed a break from the infirmary and with River sleeping he decided that he would go in search of some company. Kaylee was always a source of good cheer, even when he was feeling down. He’d come to truly love her energetic smile, her bright eyes and her outlook on life. And one of these days he was going to be able to tell her that he loved her. One of these days when River didn’t take up all his time and energy. When she was better.

He’d checked the engine room, and all her usual haunts but she was nowhere to be found. Having one last place to look, he walked toward the crew bunks with a smile usually reserved for the beautiful mechanic.

He could hear the music echoing down the hallway as he approached her bunk. He called down but received no answer. Thinking that, since the hatch was open it would be all right for him to enter, he gripped the rungs of the ladder and climbed down.

He never considered himself a voyeur. Never really liked watching; always preferred to do the touching. To watch what his skilled hands could do to a woman. He enjoyed watching a woman’s reaction as he caressed sensitive folds, probed and pressed into tight, wet heat.

He was a trained surgeon. He was good with his hands. He had to be. Lives depended on his skill.

But nothing, nothing compared to the hands he was watching now.

Her name died on his lips when his eyes caught sight of her, lying on her bed, her back and head arched back in the throws of passion. He couldn’t hear her but her lips were open and he imagined that she was mewling softly, but the music drowned out any sound.

His heart somersaulted in his chest and his eyes widened. He knew he should climb back up the ladder, that he should not be witnessing this intensely personal moment, but his eyes were glued to her skin, glowing with a slight sheen of sweat.

His body pulsed as he watched one slim hand work the object between her thighs; in and out, disappearing deeply between her glistening nether lips. Her fingers were slick with her own arousal, shaking as they rolled over her nipples, teasing and pinching.

Simon swallowed nervously and felt his body swell with arousal, pushing against the confines of his trousers almost painfully. He trembled with every pass of her fingers, every thrust of that foreign object. He knew she was a passionate girl but he never thought, in his wildest dreams – and he’d had more than a few concerning Kaylee since boarding Serenity – that he would ever witness such a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

As one hand guided the hard, humming object between her legs, her hips arched upward to meet each inward thrust. Her fingers rubbed the swollen little nub he could see peeking out through the light patch of hair surprisingly shaved short at the apex of her thighs.

He held the rungs of the ladder, knuckles whitening as his grip tightened. It took all of the control he possessed not to march over to her, remove that offending object and plunge his own hardness between those beautiful thighs. He was raised better than that. He was raised better than to stand there watching while a woman pleasured herself. But those manners were all but forgotten as he noticed his name fall from her lips.

He grunted as he felt himself swell further and he shifted uncomfortably as her body arched and her mouth opened wider. He could see on her face that she was close, close to bringing herself a release that he found himself desperately wanting to see – to give her. He licked his lips, watching with shaky breath as her body trembled and her hands stilled.

Kaylee collapsed into the mattress, panting, her eyes squeezed shut. The object slid from within her, glistening with her release and Simon groaned. After a moment, Kaylee turned her head to look right at him.

His heart stopped but he met her unwavering gaze, forcing himself not to look away.

If she was surprised to find him watching her, she gave no sign. Simon could feel the blood pulse through his body. He could feel the flush creep up his neck and was certain it had reached his ears. But – he didn’t care.

Kaylee glanced at the object still clutched in her hand and then at Simon, a small coy smile sliding across her face. She reached out and flipped off the music, plunging the room into silence.

Simon’s heartbeat roared in his ears but he waited, wondering and – hoping; hoping that she would send him away; hoping that she would beg him to stay.

“I been lookin’ for a replacement.” Kaylee stood and slowly walked toward him – her legs still shaking. “But you already know that.”

Simon’s eyes shifted from the object in her hand to her flushed face, her exquisitely kissable lips, and her bright, expressive eyes. He couldn’t bring himself to speak. He knew she wanted him, probably since the first moment he’d set foot on board Serenity. But he couldn’t get involved with someone. He was a fugitive. He had to care for his sister. He didn’t have time. He didn’t want to use her. He wanted something more than a roll between those beautifully long legs.

But at this moment, his body and his mind warred with one another as she stopped right in front of him, heat emanating from her body. The musky scent that permeated her skin overwhelmed what common sense he’d thought he’d had.

She reached for him, her fingers curling around the rung of the ladder right in front of his straining arousal. Her heated gaze traveled the length of him, noting with a smile the tension filling his body. She leaned toward the ladder and pursed her lips; a silent invitation.

With a groan hidden behind the sealing of the hatch above him, he stepped off the ladder and brazenly wrapped an arm around her bare waist.

She let out a little squeak, surprised at his unusual forwardness. Her toy all but forgotten in the wake of being held in strong, warm, real arms, it slid from her hands. She wrapped her ams around his neck as his mouth came down hard on hers, full of passion and desire.

Kaylee had found her replacement, no batteries required.

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