Warning: If you object to sex toys and taking your own pleasure, I'd skip this one. (ie warning for vibrators and masturbation)

Spoilers: Inspired by a line in Serenity (BDM not pilot), but not really spoilery unless you are utterly pure. Takes place between Objects in Space and the movie.

Notes: Much thanks to emeraldsedai for an excellent beta, discussion, encouragement, the title and the ending.

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When Inara suggested that she take matters into her own hands, Kaylee was pretty sure this wasn't what she had in mind. But a girl's got needs. And thankfully she's also got a door that locks. She's pretty sure no one else knows how to override the codes.

There are all manner of useful things a talented mechanic can do with a few odds and ends. And imagination. Kaylee has never lacked imagination. Though her mama'd wished otherwise when at nine years old Kaylee went to work on a brand new idea for restructuring the stove on a day when there was important company coming over for supper. The stove had worked like a dream when she'd finished up -- one whole week later.

Kaylee saw her first ship sail off into the sky when she was a bitty thing, and ever since then she had imagined what it would have been like to go with them, to feel the whoosh of breaking atmo and floating in zero G. In her daydreams, home was cool metal under her feet and a warm engine steadily thrumming in time with her heartbeat. And a few years after that she added a shuai fella by her side and in her bed at night. Two and a half out of the three weren't bad.

For now she'd just have to make do with imagination and batteries.

Her imagination don't even have to take her all that far these days. Not sin