Based on the World of Firefly by Joss Whedon

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He had always wondered what she would feel like, a woman enhanced to the point of being completely perfect. Strong legs to wrap around his waist pulling him deeper and deeper into her warmth, the powerful muscles clenching against his hard flesh as she screamed, fangs and eyes glistening as her flawless skin, covered in sweat, gleamed in the half light over his bunk.

It would start innocent enough. A question about his gun...a moment to slip inside, down the ladder, as he shut the door behind him. She had been flirting with him in the shadows, an eye waggle here, a slip of the tongue there...nothing that anyone would notice as out of place, but he knew...he had seen in before on the hookers he had been with.

At first, he would sneak in behind her, 'accidentally placing a hand on the small of her back, maybe even breathe in the rough smell of her, a bit of the captain might still linger, but no, she would have showered before. Forbidden fruit always smelled better after it had been washed. He would hear a growl, something so slight, but so dangerously erotic, his eyes catching hers as they began to glow any eerie green.

His fingers would slip down her back to rest on the tight ass he had admired many times before as she stretched in the cargo bay, long legs flexing as her hands slid down them. It made him ache even now, even with her so close.

She turns so that his other hands slides around her, her body pressed against his as slowly he grinds himself into her, making sure she knows just what he thinking. Her long tongue glides over her fangs, as well as her front teeth, the swell of her breasts rising and falling more quickly.

He watches her as she brings her hands up and his fingers slide to remove her tank top, it dropping to the floor as his mouth finds the inside of her neck. Another growl vibrates his mouth as he bites down softly at first and then harder, hands finding the clasp on he