Title: Waking

Rating: NC-17

Synopsis: Simon takes matters into his own hands, unaware that he is being watched.

Timeframe: After ‘Objects in Space’. Before the movie.

Notes: Notes: FrellingBlonde, Wanmei, Yanlei and I decided to take a common theme (voyeurism and/or toys) and write a story around it. I wrote two, one with each subject. They’re short. This is my second version.

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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It was quiet. The lights were out, each room dark. The low hum of the engine reverberated through the ship, lulling everyone into a deep slumber. Everyone was in their bunks, sleeping, dreaming, or –

Her name fell from his lips in breathless pants as he arched his hips against the hand wrapped tightly around his length. Short, quick strokes brought his hips off the bed in rapid succession, and drew long low groans from deep within his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut and whispered her name, letting his head fall back onto the pillow. He was so close, his body so tense, and he was more than ready to feel the splendid release that came with her hands and mouth wrapped firmly around him.

Unfortunately, it was his own hand that was doing the touching tonight, not hers. It had never been hers. Only in his dreams could he lay back and hope that one day –

A dim light filtered into the room as the door to his bunk slid open and he lifted his head to squint at the slim figure that stood silhouetted in the orange glow.

He whispered her name and she came forward, slowly gliding across the floor to his side. She stared down at him, at his damp, flushed body, tense and pulsing with arousal, his hardness clenched firmly in his own fist. She leaned over him, stringy strands of her hair brushing lightly over his chest. Her voice was husky when she spoke. “Think ‘bout me this way often?”

“Too often,” he breathed, his eyes never leaving hers. He could feel himself flush with embarrassment at her catching him in this way, but when her fingers closed over his hand, any further coherent thought vanished from his mind.

“Me too.” She pushed his fingers away and drew her fist down his rigid length, then back again, teasing the sensitive tip with the pad of her finger.

“Kaylee –“

“No talking, Simon,” she said breathily. “Just feel.”

He groaned deeply when her other hand wrapped around him and squeezed. Her gentle, calloused hands felt better than he could have ever possibly imagined. Never in his wildest dreams – and he’d had many – did he ever think her touch would feel so good.

She teased him with her steady, confident touch, drawing slow, aimless patterns along the length of him. After many long, tense moments, she bent to press her tongue to him, against that sensitive ridge that drew his hips sharply off the bed and wrenched a shocked gasp from his lips.

He had been close when she arrived and now, now it took every ounce of control he had to keep from spilling himself all over her hands. His breath came in short, soft pants but nothing, nothing could have compared to the feeling of her hot, wet mouth sinking down over him. Soft, sweet lips curled around his rigid arousal, licking and ripping the resolve and control out of his body in one huge, trembling wave.

He tensed, his back arching off the bed and as he opened his mouth to shout a warning, but she sucked him hard, tongue licking, swirling teasingly around the sensitive underside. Something snapped – hard, and he felt himself pulsing, hot and steady into her mouth. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he cried out long and deep.

Simon awoke with a shout, panting, his body slicked with a slight sheen of sweat. He glanced down at his own hand wrapped firmly around himself and groaned. He didn’t have time for embarrassment to set in before he heard a knock on the outside of his door and the Shepherd’s concerned voice asking him if he was all right.

Simon covered himself with a sheet and squeezed his eyes shut. This was not happening! He lifted his head, and in as calm a voice as he could muster called back, “Just a bad dream. I’m fine.”

Book’s eyebrows drew together, disbelieving. “Are you sure?” His hand rested on the door, ready to open it. “I may be able to help –“

“Don’t go in there.”

Simon groaned to himself when he heard his sister’s muffled voice. “I’m fine. Thank you.” His voice sounded strained, even to his own ears.

Book turned to see River standing in her open doorway, staring at him, unblinking.

“He’ll be fine. It was just a dream.”

Book nodded hesitantly and returned to his room, accepting the crazy girl’s explanation, leaving River staring at her brother’s closed door. She shook her head and smiled happily. “Dream will become reality someday, Simon. I promise.”

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