Disclaimer: I do not own Firefly, it's Joss Whedon's. I'm just playing with it for a bit.

Note: Companion piece for another story of mine entitled Tension.

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Simon smiled wickedly and slipped lower down Kaylee's body again, his long, gentle fingers, a surgeon's fingers, working their magic, making Kaylee whimper, causing her to lose control of the English language. Simon traced his fingertips delicately over the curve of her breasts, stroking her nipples delicately as he did so. He continued lower, hearing a sharp intake of breath from Kaylee as he brushed over her ribs, effectively tickling her.

Simon's fingers had a mind of their own. They wanted to touch, to feel, to explore, to caress, to pleasure. All that Simon concerned himself with was Kaylee. He wanted her to feel, to experience. He wanted to bring her to the edge. He loved watching her ride out the waves of her climaxes as she breathed his name.

Simon stroked Kaylee's lower abdomen softly, teasingly. He felt her muscles tighten under his touch. It was amusing, really. He'd just spent a good forty five minutes relaxing her with a full body massage, and another forty five seconds tensing her again with a brush of his fingers.

Kaylee writhed beneath Simon's touch. He always knew just how to touch her, just where to touch her. She arched her hips, pressing her belly into Simon's warm fingertips. God, he was so close. If he just slipped his fingertips a couple of inches lower, Kaylee knew she'd scream, she knew that hot tears of mirth would sting at her eyes from the sheer joy of the release.

Simon smiled and flattened his palm against Kaylee's abdomen as her hips arched up to meet his fluttering touches. His free hand rested on her thigh, gently rubbing it as the hand on her belly slipped lower, brushing dangerously close to her most intimate parts. Simon slowly slipped the hand he had resting on Kaylee's thigh between her legs, coaxing her into parting