Rating/Warning: NC-17, for masturbation, voyeurism, adult sexuality

Pairing: S/K, suggestions of future J/K

Setting: My AU, shortly after my story “How A Woman Is Like A Gun”

Disclaimer: Firefly, Serenity and all related characters are copyright 2002-2005 Mutant Enemy, Inc., Universal Pictures and 20th century Fox. This is a work of fan fiction and no copyright infringement is intended.

Words: 3570-ish

A/N: Cross-posted from my LiveJournal. I’m an unabashed Jaylee shipper – these two have always made more sense to me. Here’s one take on how things might have gotten started…

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A DIFFERENT POINT OF VIEW

The past few days it had finally seemed like Simon was beginning to relax with her. The previous evening they’d curled up together on the couch down in the passenger lounge, sharing cups of engine wine and swapping tales. Prospects for the evening looked promising – until River had awakened, screaming.

Fumbling an abrupt apology, the young doctor abandoned the amorous young mechanic to comfort his terrified sibling, leaving Kaylee tipsy, turned on and once again, disappointed.

That night, she cried herself to sleep, her pillow pulled close to stifle her weeping, wondering why she’d even bothered.

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The sound of heavy breathing and low, guttural grunting brought her up from sleep. Turning over, she fisted at the sleep grit in her eyes, then pulled her comforter closer around her shoulders.

Jayne was jacking off again.

She sighed. With their compartments nearly across from one another and ventilation ductwork linking them, the big mercenary’s noises came through all too clearly.

The folk that designed my girl must not a cared over much for privacy , she thought with a grimace, and not for the first time.

Kaylee lay in the darkness, breathing in the stuffy canned air from the ship’s atmo system, captive audience to the mercenary’s unselfconscious pleasure. Ain’t never gonna get back to sleep, I gotta listen to t