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F: Childhood
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Simon/River
Warnings: Incest, angst
Rating: PG
Summary: Cherry flavoured medicine they had at home. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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"Do you remember?" she asks, dreamy.
Simon doesn't know what she's asking him to remember, but he reminds himself, hurts himself with the reminder, that maybe she is remembering what never happened. She gets that way, at the moment. But as he thinks that, she shakes her head violently, and as he pushes her sleeve up to inject her, she doesn't struggle, for once, but sits quiet -- wide-eyed but acquiescent.
"Do you remember?" she asks again, insistent, and then smiles in a way that always makes him smile too, no matter how mad she's talking. "Cherry flavoured medicine in the cabinet, for when I had colds, but you were tall enough to reach it..."
Simon remembers. He remembers the taste of medicine, cloying and sweet and somehow a treat because they were both ill so rarely. He remembers sneaking tastes of it, sharing it with her, and the time she kissed him full on the mouth and she tasted of the stuff.
"I don't taste like that now," she says, almost sadly. He rolls her sleeve down, then, trying to forget that memory as quickly as he remembered it. He should never have kissed her, but at least he had innocence on his side, then.
River pats his arm gently, smiling again. "We all go back to childhood in the end. Me more than most. You have to be grown up for now, but there'll be games again. And medicine."
"You don't make any sense," he tells her, shaking his head, and forcing a smile.
Pairing: Simon/River
Warnings: Incest, angst
Rating: PG
Summary: Cherry flavoured medicine they had at home. For
15pairings."Do you remember?" she asks, dreamy.
Simon doesn't know what she's asking him to remember, but he reminds himself, hurts himself with the reminder, that maybe she is remembering what never happened. She gets that way, at the moment. But as he thinks that, she shakes her head violently, and as he pushes her sleeve up to inject her, she doesn't struggle, for once, but sits quiet -- wide-eyed but acquiescent.
"Do you remember?" she asks again, insistent, and then smiles in a way that always makes him smile too, no matter how mad she's talking. "Cherry flavoured medicine in the cabinet, for when I had colds, but you were tall enough to reach it..."
Simon remembers. He remembers the taste of medicine, cloying and sweet and somehow a treat because they were both ill so rarely. He remembers sneaking tastes of it, sharing it with her, and the time she kissed him full on the mouth and she tasted of the stuff.
"I don't taste like that now," she says, almost sadly. He rolls her sleeve down, then, trying to forget that memory as quickly as he remembered it. He should never have kissed her, but at least he had innocence on his side, then.
River pats his arm gently, smiling again. "We all go back to childhood in the end. Me more than most. You have to be grown up for now, but there'll be games again. And medicine."
"You don't make any sense," he tells her, shaking his head, and forcing a smile.