Entry tags:
F: Sweet
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Simon/River
Warnings: Incest, sap
Rating: PG
Summary: Simon woke to River in his bed. For
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Simon woke to River in his bed, her body wrapped around him and her lips inches from his. She shushed him softly, touching him with the kind of tender, gentle touch that had always said more than words. He closed his eyes again and tried not to feel her, the softness of her, the angles of her body, the soft in and out of her breath.
"Don't fret," she said, quietly. The tip of her finger traced his lips. "I know what I'm doing."
"River, we shouldn't..."
"Ssh," she said, and kissed him softly to enforce the command. He couldn't've spoken if he wanted to, caught in the moment of that tiny, tiny kiss that somehow took his breath away and left him speechless. She pressed closer, softness and warmth, somehow already soothing him back to sleep when alarm bells should be ringing. She huffed softly. "Don't fret."
"I'm not... River, we shouldn't -- "
"Don't fret," she said again, as if that solved everything. "It's midnight. Go to sleep. Heist in the morning."
She placed a finger on his lips lightly, the old signal to be quiet. He found himself kissing her finger lightly, settling back down as if having River in his bed was a perfectly normal occurence. "Sweet dreams."
"The sweetest," River said, quietly, like a promise.
Pairing: Simon/River
Warnings: Incest, sap
Rating: PG
Summary: Simon woke to River in his bed. For
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Simon woke to River in his bed, her body wrapped around him and her lips inches from his. She shushed him softly, touching him with the kind of tender, gentle touch that had always said more than words. He closed his eyes again and tried not to feel her, the softness of her, the angles of her body, the soft in and out of her breath.
"Don't fret," she said, quietly. The tip of her finger traced his lips. "I know what I'm doing."
"River, we shouldn't..."
"Ssh," she said, and kissed him softly to enforce the command. He couldn't've spoken if he wanted to, caught in the moment of that tiny, tiny kiss that somehow took his breath away and left him speechless. She pressed closer, softness and warmth, somehow already soothing him back to sleep when alarm bells should be ringing. She huffed softly. "Don't fret."
"I'm not... River, we shouldn't -- "
"Don't fret," she said again, as if that solved everything. "It's midnight. Go to sleep. Heist in the morning."
She placed a finger on his lips lightly, the old signal to be quiet. He found himself kissing her finger lightly, settling back down as if having River in his bed was a perfectly normal occurence. "Sweet dreams."
"The sweetest," River said, quietly, like a promise.