Disclaimer: Firefly and all related media belong to Joss Whedon.

Notes : FrellingBlonde, LeiaSky, Yanlei and I decided to take a common theme (voyeurism and/or toys) and write a story around it. This is my version. Please DO NOT vote over whose is best, as they are all meant to be enjoyed and it is not a contest! We're just doing it for fun to express things in our own individual styles! =)

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Simon stood in the infirmary, leaning back against the diagnostic bed, shirt hiked up just enough so that he had access to the still-healing gunshot wound on the lower right side of his belly. He leaned heavily to one side, taking pressure off the injured side as he examined the wound and changed the dressing. It hurt like the dickens and put him pretty well out of commission.

Though Simon couldn’t do much, he could still make his way around the ship, although that in itself was a slow and painful process, so he pretty much stayed in one place as long as he could. It gave him plenty of time to think and most of the time, it was the thought of the words he’d exchanged with Kaylee just before they’d been injured that occupied his mind. He’d taken to spending more time with her lately, in the engine room, in his bunk, her bunk or even the infirmary. Something was definitely blossoming between them, but he hadn’t been able to give Kaylee what he’s spoken of yet. He was injured, after all, and so was she, even though she’d spent several days trying to convince him otherwise.

Simon finished up checking his wound and replacing the bandage, making sure everything was put away before slowly heading out of the infirmary. He decided to go and see if there was anything minor Kaylee needed help with in the engine room. Perhaps he could hand her tools or something as she worked. Maybe she’d let him check those dart wounds in her neck. Or maybe they could just sit and talk. Maybe he could finally work up the nerve to kiss her. Only w