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F: Brilliant
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Mal/Simon
Warnings: Implied smut
Rating: PG13
Summary: Getting Simon back into his fancy clothes. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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It's harder to get Simon into his fancy clothes than out, and as he presses another kiss to Simon's slightly slack mouth and fumbles with a button on his shirt, Mal curses softly. He won't let Simon do it, though -- the last time he did that, Simon's buttons ended up in all the wrong buttonholes and River's expression was so delightedly knowing that Mal actually felt embarrassed.
Getting Mal embarrassed seemed to delight her even more, which was annoying.
It's especially hard to concentrate given that Simon is still panting softly, still catching his breath after the sex which was, as ever, absolutely brilliant. If all Mal's jobs could go like sex with Simon went, they'd be rich. And constantly orgasmic, but that ain't the point.
Well, it might be the point for someone like Jayne, maybe, but it ain't the point -- right now, at least -- for Mal.
With one last kiss, he finally gets Simon's shirt done up right and Simon shifts slightly to tuck it in neatly. He'd be decent, now, except for the flush in his cheeks that tells all too clearly -- to Mal's eyes, at least -- of the way he was on the floor sucking Mal's cock, just a few minutes before being fucked into a wall harder and faster than Mal remembers ever fucking anyone before.
Mal's voice is surprisingly husky, even after he clears his throat. "I'd better go. Got captain-y things to do."
Simon nods slightly, and Mal steals one last kiss before fleeing the room, trying to hold back on the urge to turn back and strip Simon out of the pretty clothes all over again. It's a thing he'll never get tired of, really.
Pairing: Mal/Simon
Warnings: Implied smut
Rating: PG13
Summary: Getting Simon back into his fancy clothes. For
candywrapper.It's harder to get Simon into his fancy clothes than out, and as he presses another kiss to Simon's slightly slack mouth and fumbles with a button on his shirt, Mal curses softly. He won't let Simon do it, though -- the last time he did that, Simon's buttons ended up in all the wrong buttonholes and River's expression was so delightedly knowing that Mal actually felt embarrassed.
Getting Mal embarrassed seemed to delight her even more, which was annoying.
It's especially hard to concentrate given that Simon is still panting softly, still catching his breath after the sex which was, as ever, absolutely brilliant. If all Mal's jobs could go like sex with Simon went, they'd be rich. And constantly orgasmic, but that ain't the point.
Well, it might be the point for someone like Jayne, maybe, but it ain't the point -- right now, at least -- for Mal.
With one last kiss, he finally gets Simon's shirt done up right and Simon shifts slightly to tuck it in neatly. He'd be decent, now, except for the flush in his cheeks that tells all too clearly -- to Mal's eyes, at least -- of the way he was on the floor sucking Mal's cock, just a few minutes before being fucked into a wall harder and faster than Mal remembers ever fucking anyone before.
Mal's voice is surprisingly husky, even after he clears his throat. "I'd better go. Got captain-y things to do."
Simon nods slightly, and Mal steals one last kiss before fleeing the room, trying to hold back on the urge to turn back and strip Simon out of the pretty clothes all over again. It's a thing he'll never get tired of, really.